these dirt roads are empty, the ones we paved ourselves (part 2)
part one (important note under the cut)
The Hell-thingy club was held in the theater room, Steve learned. There was a paper sign over the door that wasn’t there this morning. It was very detailed, with no white space, kind of making it hard to look at.
Hard to look at, but pretty.
He was going to knock—maybe ask around and see if anyone knew a girl named Eddie, but the door burst open and a girl stumbled out, sobbing into her hands. She had long black hair that was up in a bun and painted nails, and she nearly bumped into Steve, but he flattened himself against the wall so that she could pass.
“Katie,” a voice called, and a boy with long curly hair rushed out, his hand grabbing at her waist to turn her around. The girl (Katie?) shook her head, pressing it into the boy’s neck as she cried. She was a bit taller than him, but Steve guessed it was only because of her boots.
Steve felt a bit awkward standing there, just watching as the boy ran a hand over her back, the other holding her waist. “It’s okay, Kate, we’ll—I’ll watch Sarah. Okay? I’ll watch Sarah for you.”
“I should have to watch her, she’s—“
“Stop it,” the boy whispered, tugging her into a proper hug. “Stop it, babe, I’ll watch her.”
“Don’t need you to, I’ll just miss it,” The girl sobbed into the boy’s shoulder as he swayed her back and forth. It felt too personal for Steve to be witnessing, and he wanted to try and quietly slip into the theater room, but he was afraid that if he moved he would ruin their moment.
“You won’t miss it, I’ll watch her,” The boy murmured, pulling away and nodding slightly. “She likes me, it’ll be fun.”
“But she’s little,” the girl tried to protest, her voice weak and shaky.
“I know she’s little, hun, I was there when you had her,” the boy pointed out softly, smiling as he took her hands in his. His skin was white where her fingers were gripping it. “I’m like basically her dad, I’ll watch her for you.”
The girl hesitated, before shrugging and looking down. She glanced over at Steve, her cheeks flushed as she shrank into herself slightly, looking down.
“You go back in and tell Jeff I’ll be there in a minute,” the boy said to her, kissing her forehead and gently pushing her in the direction of the theater room door. “I’m gonna say hi to our friend, here.”
“Hey, sweetheart,” the boy grinned as he turned to Steve, his eyes flicking over to the door as it closed before he looked Steve over. “Enjoy the show?”
“I didn’t—“ Steve started, even though he didn’t really know what to say, but the guy cut him off.
“Is there…anything I can help you with?” He asked with faux politeness, and Steve went to grab for his backpack, maybe to grab the notebook and give it to the man—he could ask him to give it back to the girl who had dropped it—when he paused. He didn’t really trust the guy to give it back.
“Just um, wanted to look into the club,” he lied quickly, dropping his hands back at his sides, hating how they felt so useless and awkward just being there, not doing anything. “Hey, is there a, uh, a girl named Eddie in there?”
“Nope,” the guy said, crossing his arms. “I’m the only Eddie in this club. And—hold on, you wanted to look into Hellfire?”
“Hellfire, what...” Steve paused, squinting and looking back up at the paper sign above the door. His head hurt. “Oh, uh. Yeah. Yeah, sure. Right.”
“Okay,” The guy said, slowly. No, Eddie said slowly. This guy was also an Eddie. Cool. “Are you sure you’re not here to be an asshole? Because, look man, respect your jock urge to fuck up us nerds, but like—this is kinda all I have right now, so just—if you’re not actually interested then please leave. I can’t lose this right now, too.”
“I, okay, maybe I’m not interested, but my girlfriend’s little brother likes whatever you do in there….”
“Dungeons and Dragons?” Eddie cut in, tilting his head, which really added to his whole pathetic-cat-vibe.
“Uh, yeah, sure. That,” Steve muttered, shaking his head. “They like it, so maybe you could just—show me how it works. Might help me get him to like me or something.”
Eddie rolled his eyes, tapping his hand against his thigh, and Steve caught sight of a ring on his middle finger, a thin silver one with blue in the middle. “Fine. Sure. Come on in.” He raised an eyebrow though as he stepped back, holding a hand out to Steve when he went to take a step forward though. “If you’re a dick to Gareth I’ll fucking kill you, though.”
“Okay,” Steve said, narrowing his eyes slightly. This kid didn’t look like he could kill him. Probably just throw dice at him and annoy him. Bite his ankles, maybe, he was kind of short.
Eddie opened the door to the theater room, giving Steve a mock bow, his hair falling into his face as his lips pulled into a dry smile. “After you, princess.”
Steve flushed at the name, opening his mouth to protest, saying something like, I’m not a girl, but he just rolled his eyes and went inside. It was really hard to be nice to this guy, but he was going to try. Besides, he had to go along with the lie that he was here to learn about Dungeons and Dragons. For Mike. Even though Mike didn’t like him. And, to be honest, Steve didn’t really like Mike either, but his friends were okay.
The room was dark, a couple of lamps lit but the overhead light off. There was a long table, a throne sitting at one end and a stool at the other with normal chairs on the sides. Eddie motioned for Steve to sit on the stool. The people on the chairs all turned to look at him, and he shrunk down slightly, his backpack held tightly in his lap.
“Hey,” a curly haired boy said hesitantly, and Steve saw Eddie’s eyes linger on him for a second too long, his expression nice and soft like it was with the girl from outside who was staring down at her lap, her eyes still red.
“Hey,” Steve whispered back, offering a small smile. Everyone in here looked scared of him, and that made him feel even more nervous. “I’m uh, I’m Steve.”
“We know,” Gareth said, his cheeks a bit pink. “I—I know, we’ve bumped into each other before.”
Steve smiled slightly, tilting his head. “We did?”
Gareth frowned, shrugging. “It wasn’t a good bumping into.”
“Oh,” Steve whispered softly as Eddie started to talk. “I’m sorry, I didn’t—“
“Hey, Harrington,” Eddie snapped, glaring again. “If you came here to learn about D&D you’ve gotta listen, man.”
Steve nodded, glancing at Gareth one last time before sitting up in his seat a bit more and trying to look as focused as possible. If he just paid attention he could leave and then find the girl he was looking for tomorrow.
But Eddie wasn’t very good at teaching things. He went over things too quickly, muttering something about how Steve’s head must be filled with so much ‘stupid sports shit’ so he couldn’t concentrate. Steve felt like Eddie was using long words on purpose, ones that he knew Steve wouldn’t understand.
Steve dug his fingers into his thighs, sucking in a deep breath as Eddie went on and on about hit points, a few people butting in to say something but he waved them off. “I don’t—don’t understand—“
“Maybe just fucking listen, then?” Eddie said tightly, giving Steve a strained smile. “Okay, sweetheart?”
“I am listening,” Steve protested, starting to feel a bit pissed off. He wanted to go home with Nancy, he was tired of fucking sitting there. “It’s just—I don’t understand what all of this means, and you’re going way too fast for me to—“
“Go, then,” Eddie said, and Steve fell quiet, looking back up from where he had been focusing on a little figurine.
“What?”
“Go,” Eddie said, his gaze hard and challenging. “If I’m so bad at explaining this, then fucking go.”
Steve say the girl from the hallway shoot Eddie a look out of the corner of his eyes, but Eddie didn’t seem to notice.
“Fine,” Steve whispered, embarrassment creeping up his cheeks as he grabbed his backpack and stood up, the chair falling backwards and hitting against the floor. He flinched. The lights in the room flickered and he took a step back, trying to calm down. It’s just a stupid fucking noise, it shouldn’t scare him. He’s not supposed to be scared of flashing lights.
“Bye,” he whispered to Gareth, pinching at the bridge of his nose for a second as he tried not to cry. This was all so stupid. “It was nice to officially meet you.”
“Yeah,” Gareth muttered, shifting in his seat uncomfortably.
“Bye, sweetheart,” He heard Eddie call as he slammed the door shut, condescending and mean.
Fuck him, he was going to go and find Nancy.
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hey guys. Sorry this update took so long to do, and that’s it’s short. I haven’t been doing to great, and now with that stupid fucking post that puppy-steve made about me I don’t know when my mental state is going to get better—or when I will be updating next.
All of my friends and mutuals in here are unfollowing me and blocking me because of that post, and I haven’t stopped crying all morning. I feel like shit. If I am a minor that is my own business and no one else’s, but I think going as far is to make up lies about me ignoring DMs to stop interacting with people is too fucking far.
I’ll try to update this sooner but I feel like everyone hates me at the moment so I don’t know how soon it will be. Sorry.
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Hello love! Hope you are well!
So I’ve had this cute idea for a while with AleRudy poly! Where Alejandro and their s/o spoil Rudy for a day, like make him dinner,, whatever you think lolz and then end it by both Ale and s/o spooning him?? I think it would be adorable!!
Hey there! I don't think I made this as fluffy as I could have, and for that I am truly sorry! But I tried!
Spoiling Rodolfo
I feel like he’d be surprised at first. Don’t get me wrong, he doesn’t doubt the love you and Alejandro have for him one bit, but he never would have thought you’d go out of your way to spoil him this much. First you bring him breakfast in bed, essentially waking him with a kiss to each side. It was all there, French toast, eggs, orange juice. He didn’t have to lift a finger. Naturally, as he got out of bed, he’d try to make it up to you by cleaning up after himself, only for you and Alejandro to stop him from doing so, forcing him back onto the bed once again. Rodolfo would grow suspicious. Did he miss an important date? Did the both of you miss an important date? It wasn’t like it was his birthday either, but he couldn’t for the life of him remember something that you did where you had to make it up to him either. For the time being, he’d simply accept his fate. Eventually, he would get up to check up on you. And then there was the barrage of gifts. They were lovely, naturally, but what did he do to deserve them? Again, he would grow even more suspicious. From the beautiful flowers to the small stickers you stuck on him, he wouldn’t know what to do. However, he wouldn’t say something immediately. Maybe he can think of why you’re being especially nice to him himself. Were you about to get into a lot of trouble? Were you just trying to get on his good side?
Of course, Alejandro made the suggestion of going out together, spending the time outside to do whatever it is he wanted. And then came the idea of having a picnic, since it was nice and warm outside. As you went to pay for all the items, with Rodolfo already taking out his wallet, you almost tackled him to get him to put it away. Alejandro paid, even though he shouldn’t have. You were three people, and with the amount of snacks you bought it didn’t come cheap either. From a massage to a heartfelt poem from you, it all started to seem like a little too much. Again, Rodolfo doesn’t doubt the love you feel for him, but it seems a bit off. However, you wouldn’t give him a satisfying answer either when asked about it. Were you going to break up with him after all this time? Making your last day together as beautiful as possible so he had something to cry over? He hoped not, but it didn’t seem impossible with how nice you were being towards him. A kiss to the cheek, you even gave him a plushie of a small cat, claiming its silliness reminded you of him. Why on Earth would you do all of this? Why go to these lengths?
Even around dinnertime, when you wouldn’t let him help out, he almost felt a bit sad. Sure, it was nice to not have to lift a single finger for a day, but why? He loved helping out, you both knew that. He was very much an active man at home, doing what he could to keep everything clean and in order. He didn’t mind cooking for you either, pouring his heart and soul into every meal for you. Rodolfo adored doing something for you, so he wasn’t used to being on the receiving end of it all. The meal was delicious, but he felt almost sad as he was unable to help you out at least even a little bit. You watched his favorite movie with him, you took pictures of him with his silly cat plushie, hell, you would have likely spoon fed him as well on that day. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. What have the both of you been up to? He would ask you again regarding it all when you were spooning him, trapping him on either side. It would take the most embarrassing nicknames that you only use on him to calm his nerves. Something along the lines of “Hush, Rudy-Poody, can’t we show our love and appreciation for you for once? You always make us feel good, so it was time to return the favor.” and “Mi esposo, you need to have more trust in us. Sometimes we just wanna see you smile as well. Cheer up, we just wanted to spoil just once in this life.”
He’d sort of cringe at the nickname you gave him, but it was the reassurance he needed since you only ever used it when you were being especially sappy. You didn’t get in trouble again, you were simply a bunch of lovesick fools. He’d give you a kiss on the nose and a smile. However, he would also try to turn around as Alejandro was spooning him, only for the colonel to not budge in the slightest, saying that Rodolfo shouldn’t be tossing and turning like this. No kissy for Alejandro it seemed. Rodolfo was this close to just wrestling him down for that kissy. Although he can’t really get used to the feeling of being spoiled, he will accept it for just that day. He will pay the both of you back in his style, though. You will also be spoiled. He couldn’t wait to team up with one of you to spoil the third one. All three of you will have had a day like this at some point.
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