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ssahopelessly · 10 months

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On the Clock Feelings

Synopsis: Reader is the newest employee to Family Video. While Steve has taken a liking to her, the same can not be said for Robin.

Warnings: FamilyVideoSteve x FemReader featuring Robin, new job, defensive/protective Steve, workplace banter, Steve injuring himself, pining / let me know any I missed

Word Count: 2.1K

a/n: Hey, hi, hello! This is my first oneshot in the Strangers Things universe! I had originally wrote this earlier in the year but finally got around to finishing it. I hope you enjoy!

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“Where’s Robin?” She had asked from the passenger seat.

“Oh- she’s skipping her lunch.” Steve lied. Robin Buckley was in fact not skipping her lunch. More like Steve had asked Robin to sit in the Family Video breakroom for just one day. Steve was also subsequently $10 more broke than yesterday, the two being completely unrelated. “So,” he tried to change the subject, “how are you liking Family Video?”

“It’s… not terrible.” She mumbled over her milkshake, poking it with the spoon as she tried to break down the oreo bits before they clogged up her straw. “Keith is… a bit much though.” This made Steve laugh. Not as if he wasn’t always laughing in her company, but because on some level it made him feel sorry for her. The fact that Keith was their manager remained to be some lifelong karma lesson that Steve couldn’t quite figure out. At least it was Saturday and Keith happened to have today off. “And… I know she’s your friend… but Robin keeps pushing her work onto me.” Her body had slid lower into the seat, still cradling the cup closer to her chest. “Like I get it, I’m the new guy. But do I have to do all the putbacks- gobacks? Like she does know I can run the desk, right?”

Steve wiped the smile from his face as he brushed the salt from his fingertips over his knee. “No, she knows. Robin just- Robin likes to feel like she’s in control.” This wasn’t incorrect. Steve knew Robin was trying to manipulate their roles so they would have more chances to interact on the clock. So far it was working, though he was now certain to talk to Robin about maybe letting them have desk time. “But I’ll talk to her.” Looking over to her, he noticed she was still jabbing away at the cold cream. “Is there anything else?”

“Steve. I don’t need you to fight my battles for me.” His actions froze, the finger twiddling he had started paused.

“I didn’t- that’s not what-“ he was fumbling for an explanation now. Once he realised how he felt, every action around her became a coordinated step.

“It’s never been like this,” he tried to explain to Robin one night. “I just get around her and start stumbling over everything.”

“Wow, it’s like you have to actually try.” Robin had then mocked him.

“It’s just- Robin is my friend… and you’re also my friend, and I don’t want my friends to fight.” How self preservative, he thought. He watched as his words played through her mind and he hoped that labeling her as a friend didn’t hurt her in any way. It’s not like they weren’t friends… but Steve knew he felt more than a friend to her.

“Well, as your friend, I can handle myself.” Looking up to Steve, she tried not to think of how he had been looking at her. She tried not to think of how Steve Harrington, her coworker, had been almost caught staring at her lips, choosing to believe the stare and everything else in consideration were hopefully unrelated. “What is it?” Shaking his head, the look disappeared and a few strands of hair fell over his face.

“It’s nothing.” Looking at the watch on his wrist, he then reached for the keys, turning the car off. “We have to go anyway.” With a simple nod, that was mostly for herself, she started helping him gather up their trash and whatever else they would need to take back into Family Video. She had almost forgotten about the overcast sky above them, the endless gray cloud that seemed to linger over all of Hawkins.

When they reentered Family Video together, Robin’s head naturally perked up in their direction. “Oh thank goodness, you’re back!” She called to them from behind the desk. (Y/N) felt like it was mostly to Steve though, as she had never outrightly been so relieved to see her before. Springing up from her seat, Robin rounded to the cart that had been sitting just in the front corner of the desk, her hand lingering on the metal frame before sharing a smile to Steve. “Now that you’re back, this lovely cart needs to be put away and-“

“Actually Robin, I was hoping we could have the desk.” Robin froze completely in place, hands still grasping the cart as she had started pushing it towards the two.

“What?” There was an incredulous indention to her voice, almost like she couldn’t believe Steve was disagreeing with her.

“It’s just, she wanted to see the protocol for some technical situations. More practice on the computer, you know?” Nodding her head, Robin was cutting them both a glance that (Y/N) couldn’t quite pick up on.

“Right.” She pushed the cart around them now, gently bumping into Steve’s shoulder. “Well, maybe you should time me. I’m sure I can put this away faster than the two of you.” Steve rolled his eyes as Robin took the cart and pushed it away and into the aisles, disappearing for now. The two of them entered the little corral that was the hub inside the desk, the walls being the desk itself as it wrapped around them. From the corner of his eye he could see how she hesitated to even sit down, just standing ever so slightly behind him as she looked around the desk, almost unsure to touch anything.

“Here.” He pulled a stool out from under the counter, motioning for her to sit in front of the computer. When she did so, he tried to then figure out where the best place for him to stand would be. “So- you’ve used a computer before right?” He settled for standing just a bit behind and to the side of her.

“Only a little bit?” She still sounded unsure of herself. He wondered if it were her nerves and whether, had it been anyone else in this situation, would she sound the same? She was practically sitting in front of him as he reached around her for the mouse, careful not to lean onto her or anything.

“Okay, well for starters, you’re going to want to shake the mouse to wake up the computer.” He bumped the piece and waited for the static of the screen to come to life. But there was no static, it remained silent. Pursing his lips to the side, he tried to then look under the desk and he saw it. The computer had been turned off. “Or make sure, it’s turned on.”

“You sure you know what you’re doing?” Her voice called down to him. It brought a smile to his face as her humour started to return to her, meaning she was feeling comfortable again. For Steve though, he was too worried about how close he was to her legs that he almost didn’t notice how close the underside of the desk was. That was all, until he hit his head under the counter on his way back up.

“Shit!” He cursed under his breath as he stood back up to his normal posture. He tried to focus on the giggling she was failing to control, but he couldn’t ignore how badly his head felt, a burning sensation over the spot.

“Are you okay?” Her body had turned to face him now, her knees nearly brushing his legs.

“Sure. Wouldn’t be the first time.” Steve hoped she wouldn’t read too much into his words. He hadn’t wanted to talk about the horrors he had seen in the last four years with her just yet. Honestly, he had hoped it would be something that she would never need to know about.

Too distracted by the pain and his thoughts, he didn’t notice how her hands reached up to hold his head in her hands, palms resting just below his ear near his jawline. Her touch was soft and delicate, and Steve considered how he hadn’t felt anything as pure as her hold. Looking into her eyes felt like a mistake though, like a tar trap that he wouldn’t escape, not that he wanted to. While her eyes were full of concern, he saw the tender affection swimming in her irises and he tried not to drown in it. To be the star athlete he had once been praised for. But his teammates had never swam through tar. And he couldn’t remember the last time he felt so much in just a stare. “Well your eyes don’t look dilated.”

“They’re not?” He asked, his voice a whisper as his hands reached up to hold on to her wrists. “That’s good?”

“Really good.” A smile was pulling at the corner of her lips like a homecoming banner being pulled up a wall. “It means, no concussion.” The smile stayed, and he couldn’t fight the smile growing on him at the idea that he had put hers there.

“Oh.”

“How do you feel?” With his fingers over her soft skin, he could feel the slight muscle tremor as she had tried to withdraw her hold, but he just squeezed her wrists instead, taking comfort in the warmth they were temporarily providing him.

“It still kind of hurts.”

“Maybe you need ice?”

“Yeah,” the last syllable dragged out, “ice.” He had to let go of her then. They couldn’t stay that way, no matter how much his heart was crying to. He couldn’t fathom willingly trading the warmth she had provided him, even in that small moment, for a bag of cold ice to numb the pain at the back of his head. What about the ache in his heart? Was there a reliever for that?

While he was lost in his daydream, she got up from the stool, and with her hand now holding his wrist, tried to pull him to the backroom of Family Video. “Robin, we’ll be in the back!” Steve would’ve winced at the volume which she was talking, but her guiding him to the back seemed to balance out his pain for comfort ratio.

“No funny business!” Robin called to them from somewhere in the shelves. “I mean it Steve Harrington!”

“Got it!” He rolled his eyes as they passed through the door, her hold on his wrist guiding him to the table at the center of the room.

“Sit here. I’ll get the bag of ice.” Somehow she had found a plastic bag in some drawer behind him and the freezer had been miraculously capable of making ice today. With a paper towel wrapped around the bag, she offered it to him to hold to his head, and it was then he felt his first wave of guilt. He’s a former student athlete, he should be taking care of himself. Why was he so resided to letting her take care of him?

“You didn’t have to do this, you know? I’m the one who hit my head on the counter.” He tried to point out to her as she took a seat in the spot next to him. She kept her hands to herself now, watching him as he winced between the pain and the cold temperature of the ice.

“Yeah well.” Her eyes looked around him before settling on him once more. “I just wanted to make sure…” Breaking their gaze, she looked down to her fingers, hands clasped together so neither of them would be tempted to hold the other. “You’re like, the only one looking out for me, here. I just wanted to do the same for you.” She looked back to him now, not sure what to expect from his expression. But there was a smirk on his lips, a smugness she hadn’t seen on him. “What?”

“You just…” Waiting on his words, she wasn’t really sure what he would say. “You care about me?” The smug coating of his words never left his face. Her brain was backpedaling to get out from under that feeling.

“I mean, you're my coworker.” Ouch. “And the only one that’s been checking in on me. So yeah?” Removing the ice pack from his head, he noticed how some of the ice was beginning to melt, a small collection of water at the bottom of the bag.

“Coworker?” He asked, attention still on the water sloshing around the bag.

“Yes?”

“That’s funny.”

“What?”

“That’s just a weird label for someone you care about.” He thought he had this one. That they had danced around each other verbally enough that he could win this one.

“Well that’s what you are, so-” It’s not what I would like to be. Steve let their banter die out.

Let her have this one, he thought to himself, there will be plenty more to come.

Thank you for reading!

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baynton · 7 months

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gonna retail post now. so i'm working self service and i have this conversation with a customer

him: (handing me a block of blue cheese) sorry, i don't want this anymore, can i leave it here?

me: of course, no worries, i'll add it to the putbacks pile

him: ah great, there's just too much mould on it

me: (looking down at the blue cheese in my hand) riiiiight

#was a genuine struggle not to ask if he'd been dropped on his head as an infant #like bestie it's BLUE CHEESE what did you expect??? and you CHOSE THAT BLOCK i?? ?what????#retail tag #*txt

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jrueships · 3 months

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JABARI THINKING HE GOT PUTBACK ON JAKOB && SCREAMING IN JAKS FACE TO CELEBRATE ALL HYPED && LOUD AS FUCK ONLY FOR IT TO GET CALLED AN OFFENSIVE GOAL TEND && IME IMMEDIATELY CALLS HIM TO THE BENCH, HELP

#HES SO CRINGE 😭😭😭😭😭#HIS WAR CRY LASTED SO LONG AND THEN WHEN THECALL HAPPENED HE LOOKED SO EMBARRASSED #they had to reset rq and calm down so hes back on the court THANK GOD that would be so embarrassing 😭😭#hes so committed to being cringe.. gods strangest soldier

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michaelsbigreddick · 2 years

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I love you, but stay away from me. E.Mx f!reader

The thing you've been waiting for, Pt 2.! You could read as a stand alone but I would recommend reading the first for context. So maybe it's not good to read before the first one.

masterlist <3

Pairing-eddie munson and female reader. (She/her)

Mdni 18+

Warnings: breaking the law multiple times by the readers part, mention of murder, reader gets minimally hurt, small mention of blood, eddie and the reader do not have a very healthy relationship so they will be arguing here and probably in the future.

if i missed any warnings please let me know.

Summary, y/n goes in for questioning but ultimately ends up in a car chase to make her way to eddie.

I spent too much time on this so I hope y'all enjoy!

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“Wait, turn up the volume on the TV!” Robin yells at Steve from behind a stack of putbacks.

“Isn't that y/n's boyfriend's place?” Steve crosses his arms. The familiar feeling of disdain for Hawkins freak written all over his face. He loved y/n like a sister he never had, and Dustin, as much as he gave him shit, he'd give his life for him and was always willing to. He never liked Eddie given his reputation. Dustin and Y/n's fondness of him only made it worse. He was just waiting for him to screw up so he could take his place as their favorite again. Steve personally wanted to beat him to a pulp, each time she would call the store from college crying about their latest fight.

“Yea it is, so it's important. Shut up!” she says, snatching the remote from his hand. They were only able to hear the ending part of it but it was all they needed to catch up. Eddie Munson was in trouble.

“Y/n dropped you off this morning right?”

“Yea she stayed the night so we had breakfast. Then she said she was going home to get ready to go see him, but it doesn't look like she was even allowed near the place..” Robin analyzed his face.

“You don't think he did this, do you?” he shrugged, leaning onto a nearby shelf.

“Wait, why'd she stay the night with you? Usually she uh, you know,” he shook his head trying to get the image out of his head.

“Stay her first night back with him?”

“Yea.. that.” he says, rolling his eyes.

“They got in another fight.”

“Over what this time?”

“She didn't say, but what she did tell me was that she saw Chrissy Cunningham at his trailer." his eyes shoot out of his head.

“What? You're fucking joking! Robin! '' he didn't know what confused him more. The fact that it was Chrissy Cunningham or that somehow that might have saved y/n. He buried his face into his hands. He felt himself become stiff, his heartbeat began to raise at the thought of y/n hurt. He knew he was bad for her, but never thought he was dangerous.

“Steve? Uhh Steve? Steve?"

“That could have been y/n Robin! If they wouldn't have gotten into that stupid fight it could have been Y/n!” he sighed, taking a deep breath trying his best to calm down. He was grateful that there wasn't anyone around to see his meltdown.

“Steve, we don't know what happened you can't just say that! Plus we don't know what happened!”

“You mentioned that.”

“Guess I did huh.”she giggles.

“Look, y/n is safe, okay. At home probably watching the same thing we are. If anything were wrong, or if she was freaking out, that phone would be ringing right now.” she motioned towards the phones. “She knows the phone number by heart now.” She laughs which eases Steve into slumping his tense shoulders.

“Yea okay. We should go check up on her after work.”

Robin agreed with the plan. Closing up shop, stopping by the corner store to get slushies for the three of them. Maybe even surprising Dustin with one if he happened to be home.

They would comfort her on whether she believed or didn't believed he was a murderer. Robin would console her and Steve would talk his shit. Good cop bad cop. But a few hours before closing they had an unexpected visit to the store by the most unlikely pair of the kids. Dustin and Max.

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You leave your house not having been able to talk to Dustin. You were now in the passenger seat of your car. Your mom had made you pull over to switch because “You were driving like you'd never been behind the wheel before". Which didn't make sense to you, your driving was only as nervous as the cops were making you.

“Did he say where he was heading?”

"He said he was going to a friend's house" she trailed off. Mike was off to California. If he was going to use the friend excuse he would have used names. Lucas was only ever really around for Hellfire. Where else could he possibly be going?

"You kids need to start telling me where you're heading. Especially with all these deaths that have been happening over the years." You knew she wasn't wrong. But you wondered why it took your boyfriend being a suspect to murder to voice her concerns.

You picked at your nail polish letting it sprinkle across your lap and the tile around you. It took them half an hour to get to you. A tactic Eddie had told you they used on him once, when he was nearly caught dealing.

"I just sat there babe. I was so bored I forgot what the hell I was doing there." At the time you thought he was just high. But with each passing minute you learned that there was nothing but truth to what he was saying.

When they finally came in they were worse than they were at home. Asking the most absurd deal of bull you'd ever heard. You had been there all day. Throughout it they had mentioned that you looked distracted. Which wasn’t completely wrong. When Hopper was still here, you visited him often. There was a running joke throughout the team. He was like the dad you needed and you were the nightmare daughter he’d never want. Your visits to the station would consist of lunches he didn't ask for, and lectures on your relationship you didn't ask for. Even if you ended up screaming at each other over whether Eddie was good for you, you were always back the next week with a sacked lunch and a pack of illegal cigarettes from Eddie's part.

"Cocky bastard" was all he would mutter while accepting the pack.

“No, yeah. I'm all here sir.” Was your response each time you were thinking of ways to get the hell out of there.

Your one and only bathroom break was when you took your chance to escape. You weren't the most athletic, especially now with no time to do anything but study. But for Eddie's sake, and for your own sanity, you forced yourself to jump through the ample bathroom window. You land with hard crash against the rocks and loose twigs. It was a tougher landing than you had anticipated. You felt splits on your palms but decided to ignore the waves of pain till you were somewhere safe.

You only felt a little guilty for leaving your mom there. She could get a ride from the chief that was talking your ear off when he wasn't slamming Eddie's name.

You stop by the Delli you used to work at. The same one you would make Hoppers sandwiches at. You pick up a turkey sub, a bag of chips and Dr. Pepper. You didn't know if he had raided Rick's cabinets yet, but even if he did you felt the need to bring him something to eat. Walking past the knick nack isle for people passing town for a bite, you paused when you notice a little bear keychain. It had a little jean vest with unreadable pins.

Thinking of Eddie, you picked him out. “You're coming with me.”

As you paid for your things you heard a car stop behind you. The single ring of a car siren came from outside. You could feel your blood begin to rush, the adrenaline was about to kick in.

“Kurt. This might be a weird request. But please for the love of god, and as a payback for all the times I lied to the health inspector about your raccoon dumpster situation, do not tell the cops I'm leaving out the back.”

“Leaving out the back?” He furrowed his ungroomed eyebrows, more confused than you had ever made him before.

You grab your bag and make your way to the back door. The chief only noticed you after you had turned your lights on. They beamed through the glass and sent them straight back outside.

"Miss Henderson come back here!" You heard him yell.

"Fuck off old man!" You gave him the finger as you pulled out of the parking lot, going twenty-five over. They chased you for about 7 minutes before you ditched your car in someone's open back yard and took and borrowed a bike.

You take most of the alleyways, then take a shortcut through the woods. When you hit the main road again you jump back on the bike and hope that they don't catch you on the open road.

You make an abrupt stop, skidding the tires against the rocks, nearly hitting what looked to be Steve's car. Your body jolts forward. You fall off the bike and stumble onto the ground. You begin to cuss at everything and everyone while dusting yourself off and getting up. You finally look down at your stinging hands. They were dirt ridden and sprinkled with open cuts.

"How is it that they found him and no one had thought to call or radio me?" you grumble.

The gravel beneath you announces your arrival to the house. You wanted to run around screaming his name, anything to find him sooner. But that would only mean bringing unwanted attention to the one place Eddie could hide.

You walk a lap around the house looking into the windows. No sign of him. This made the sick feeling begin to grow in your stomach again. The torturous scratching at your heart that was the idea of him being in danger. You would roll your body into a ball and cry on the floor if you didn't have something more important to do.

The next place for you to check was the back shed where his dealer had his boat. You hoped he would be there. Safe, somehow talking to Steve. That 'somehow' would have to be Dustin and Max. Robin would have to be there too if Steve was pulled into this. He was almost as much her best friend as you were. She never said that specifically, but it would kill you to think otherwise.

The floor board beneath you creaks as you step onto the shed. The beam of your flashlight scans the dust covered, well, everything. It was all filthy. You walk closer to the tarp covered boat. It was swaying at an uneven pace. As you reach down to the tarp you hear something drop begin you. Startled, you turn around to the direction of the noise.

You see your brother, Dustin, peep his head out from behind a loose board.

"Dustin! You little shit!" You scream at him relieved that you were right.

"How'd you find us?" He started walking towards you.

"Eddie he uh," you were interrupted by another pole falling down.

"Who else is here?" Robin walked out, Max followed.

"Robin?!" You walk to each other and she gives you a quick hug. "God am I pissed at both of you right now." You say staring them down.

"Well, you're about to get more mad." You recognized that voice. It was Steve. You turn around to see him coming from behind the entrance door.

"Always making an entrance, Harrington." He smiles, giving you a side hug. He takes his hand to your head and messes up your already untamed hair.

"God I hate you." You say, playfully punching him in the gut.

"We wanted to call you but," Robin stopped. "Well I don't really know honestly. I-I forgot." She gave you her signature im sorry smile.

You looked over at Dustin and Steve.

"What were we gonna do? Call the police station and let you know?" Dustin says defensively.

"For all we know they could have been listening in." Steve adds.

"Hey yeah I'm calling to talk to Y/n Henderson." Dustin began. He was holding his hand up like a phone.

"Who is this?" Steve started, using his flashlight as a phone.

"Dustin Henderson. Her brother." Steve placed the flashlight between his face and shoulder. He then pretended to type into a fake computer.

"Yea looks like she's in for questioning. No sign of when they're gonna finish. But I can let her know you called."

"Yes, please thank you!" Dustin began to walk in a small circle. You hated when they teamed up against you. You looked over at Robin. She looked like she wanted to join.

"Did you want to leave a message?"

"Yes. Let her know we have a lead on Eddie. We're going to Reefer Rick's. Tell her to ditch the cops and come get Eddie out of this fucking boat!" he swung his hand toward the ill swaying boat.

"Eddie!" You were so mad at them for leaving you out of this that you had almost forgotten.

You walk back to the covered boat and swing it off. Low and behold, there he was, laying on his back holding onto what looked like half an oar.

"Eddie," your voice was soft. So low it could be considered a whisper. He let go of the half oar and climbed out, grabbing onto your hand for support.

Your hands trembled as they found their way around his body. As you held him you could feel him come undone.

You look up at him. A smile broke into his face.

"Took you long enough to get here." Eddie joked. You could tell by the redness on his face that he had been crying.

"And it'll take me seconds to leave." You shoot back trying to keep yourself from doing the same. He kisses you holding you tighter as it ends.

"We're uh just gonna step outside for a sec..y'know to give you guys a minute of whatever that mess is. And then we'll talk about our game plan." You give Steve the finger while he follows his little ducklings out.

"I'm so sorry this is happening Eddie." You try to withhold yourself from crying but the guilt of not being able to comfort him sooner was eating you alive.

“Babe I was only joking. '' he says, patting your head. “I'm sorry about what happened yesterday though. It's not like the movie really mattered anyway. Maybe if I would've just let you choose it we wouldn't be here right now.” you could hear how guilt ridden he felt in his voice.

“Eddie, no.'' Looking up at him you knew what he was thinking.

“You don't, y/n, why are you here right now?” the grip he had on you loosened.

“Wh-what do you mean? Why wouldn't I be here? Do you not want me here?” there it was again, the insecurity coming back out. “ You, you told me where you were, I-”

“Of course I want you here y/n. Because I'm scared and I don't know what happened. Because that poor chick died in front of me. Her bones fucking snapped, and she was, she was in the air and, her eyes.” he paused, looking more terrified that you had ever seen him. Which was saying something because as metal as he was, he was easy to scare.

“She was just gone. When I, I didn't know what to do.”

“Oh Eddie,” you wiped the tears landing on his cheek. He shook with sobs under your fingertips, and dove into your shoulder. “I ran. I just left her there.” his body went limp under your warmth. You slowly bent down with the weight of his body till your knees hit the floor.

“What happened isn't your fault. What, what happened with Chrissy. We'll figure it out alright? We’ve done it before, we can do it again.”

“You know about the upside down?” he looks like you had just smacked him in the face.

“When?”

“I think it was my junior year, when I had that mega crush on you. This little girl came out of nowhere. Dustin adopted a demogorgon. Then it ate our cat.” he looked at you like you had just said the most absurd thing to him. “Will, um Dustin's friend that you would really like if he still lived here, he moved to California.”

“The kid that went missing right?”

“Yea, that's him.” You explained to him what had happened each time. Who El was, what she could do. When you mentioned that she also happened to be Mike's girlfriend he had lost it.

“I didn't think she was real.” he said with a laugh.

You explained how you had a feeling whatever was ruling the upside down wasn't done. That was why you were hesitant about going away for college. You had gotten into an argument with him about it. He thought you were ignoring your other better options out of state, to stay close to home and near him. You assured him time and time again that he wasn't the reason you were staying. But when he asked you what the reason was, you would freeze. You didn't want to bear him with the weight of the upside down, or lose him over sounding insane.

“Jesus baby, I'm so sorry.” he pulled you into his chest. You felt awful for crying about it when he's wanted for murder and on the run. You swallow one last whimper. You were so goddamn tired of everything going to shit when life was good, all because of some veiny freak with some unknown vendetta.

“No,” you clear your eyes.. “Im sorry. I, you're on the run and hiding in Ricks shed. Ricks fucking shed.” he laughs and you bite your lip.

“Where it all really started huh.” he drags the bed of his thumbs under your eyes wiping the remaining tears away.

“I wish we could go back.” You groan.

“I don't think I'd ever want to lose what's happened since then.”

“Even if it meant not being wanted for murder?”

“Even if it means not being wanted for murder.” He pulls your head towards him and kisses your forehead.

“You know I'd run away with you right? If worse comes to worse, you just say the word and we’re out of here. I never liked Hawkins anyway. And I know someone in California so,” you raise your eyebrows at him giving him a pleading smile.

“We can fake our death and run, never look back.” you wrap his arms around you, his chest to your back. You were looking out onto the water. It looked almost identical to the year before.

“I'll finally get to meet that Will kid. '' he smiled trying to imagine it.

“And we can have coffee at midnight whenever we want ‘cause I won't have to work for college. California is buzzing with your type of clients.”

“And when you graduate, I can focus on my band.”

“And when you get famous I won't have to work at all.” he reaches over to kiss you on the cheek.

“I would never ask you to do that.” he rests his head on your shoulder.

“Which is why I'm offering it. You don't even have to say the words. Just give me a look and I’ll know.” he chuckles, and his breath tickles your neck.

“It might not be perfect but, we’ll figure it out okay? Just have to have faith,”

“In God?”

“In us Eddie.”

“We’ve gotten this far, no way Vecna's going to split us up now.” you could hear a sureness in his voice. The happiness you felt in his confidence in you almost distracted you from what he was saying.

“Vecna?” you pull away from him giggling.

“Y-yea that's what,” he starts to laugh too.

“Dustin has too much fun with the names.” he gets up and offers you a hand which you gladly take.

“Let's go get them back in here so we can make a plan. Your moms probably worried.” he turns you hand around. His eyes fixate on the dried blood on your palms.

“Forget her, the cops must be looking for me too.”

“Y/n, what happened?” his lips built a straight line.

“It's nothing. They just think you're gonna murder me or something.” he gave you a concerned look. “It's fine. I shouldn't be here, but it's not like they'll find me. I biked. I'll be fine.``

“What happened?” he asked you one last time. The sternness in his voice would have sent you over the edge if you were in a different situation. Hell, it was sending you over it right now, he was too fucking hot when he was serious. But you pushed those lust filled thoughts to the side, and told him everything you had done throughout the day. You could see a smile tugging at the end of his lips when you pulled out his little metal head bear keychain. He was worried, you could see the guilt dragging his face to the floor.

“Y/n, I love you. But I need you to stay away from me.”

“What?” you say in utter disbelief.

“That was insane. You jumped out a window! You, you ran away from the cops, got me dinner, then got into a car chase? Ditched your car inside of some strangers backyard, stole a bike, went into the woods at night by yourself! Then biked two miles up hill in the dark.”

“The window was five feet! Im fine!” he began to walk towards the door. He turned around rubbing at his eye.

“Look at your hands y/n! And what about all the other shit!” he yelled back. His face was flushed again.

“The cops are assholes! You've done this shit before, why can't I do it?!”

“Because I'm me y/n! You , you're better than me. You're so much better than me. And you're just,”

He sighed kicking a loose board.

“You know what you are Eddie?”

“Enlighten me.” he said with a swing of his arm.

“A fucking hypocrite.”

“Jesus, I'm a hypocrite for wanting you to be safe?”

“You're a hypocrite because if it were me you'd do the same.” he shook his head, messy curls following each slow move.

“You, you wouldn't?” you felt the knot you were choking down finally build its way up. You feared he was moments away from admitting the thing you were always afraid of.

“Y/n of course I would. If it were you I would be in handcuffs right now.” he walked over to you and grabbed your hands. “I would have turned myself in for you. If it were you, I wouldn't let you hide in some shit hole like this. I'd sell my things and we’d be out of here by morning.” he caressed the cuts on your hands with a ghost of a touch.

“But it's not, and I can't let you keep getting hurt because of me.

“I won't. I can't Eddie. I'm not going to.” you whisper.

“I can't believe I really thought that was going to work.” he mumbled into your neck.

“It was a good speech.” you say laying your head on his chest.

“Just no more car chases okay. I don't want to be dating a felon.” You place your chin towards him.

“I mean Im already dating a satanic murderer.” he raises his eyebrows at you.

“Too soon?”

“A little.” he said, planting a kiss on your lips.

When Eddie told them the cops were looking for you too, things were indeed not fine. They decided to forbid you from seeing Eddie again. With a good point really, they weren't going to be easy to get away from if you were to run away a second time. The thought of leading them to Eddie was enough to keep you from arguing. They agreed to leave a walkie with Eddie, that way you wouldn't have to leave your house to talk to him. It wouldn't be as good as being with him, of course not. But it would just have to do for the time being.

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angelloverde · 8 months

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"Mo Soul" Player Playlist 4 September

Crowd Company - Lowdown

Dan Bodan - Romeo

Dan Kye - Rainbow Road

Dela - Stakes Is High

Dele Sosimi - You No Fit Touch Am (Medlar Remix)

DJ Ciderman - Summer Groove

Don Glori - Dawn Calling

Emancipator - Labyrinth

Emma Donovan & The Putbacks - Crossover

Eric Hilton - The Impossible Silence

Evan Marien - Forever

6ix Toys Feat. Katie Miller- Cannibal Lunch

Fox Capture Plan - Into The Spiral

Gitkin - Safe Passage

Gregor Porter - No Love Dying

If you really want to enjoy music and help musicians and bands, buy their lp’s or cd’s and don’t download mp3 formats. There is nothing like good quality sound!!!

(Angel Lo Verde / Mo Soul)

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pisayers · 11 months

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Prologue

Ahhhh, Pisay. Where do I even begin with you?

In all honesty, the thought of me graduating hasn’t really hit me hard yet. Sure, there were moments in our last day on campus that a tear droplet nearly fell out of my eyes as I walked through the corridors for one last time, but I can’t really describe what I’m feeling as I’m writing this. I liken it to a state of limbo in which I’m extremely hyped to dip my toes into the realm of college, but also torn to shreds every time I think of the people that I have to leave behind in the process.

If you ask me what I remember from my Pisay life for the past six years, the default answer I would give would probably be the grandest events. Buwan ng Wika with the best quartet in Pisay CARC history: Edryll, Maron, RP, Jamil. The field trip where I visited spots in Baguio for the very first time as a born and raised Baguio boy. Food Fair with my best performance as a dead weight. Pi Day which turned into a two-week break which turned into a two year blended curriculum. Last Intramurals season with my teammates helping me get to the Mythical 5, shouting out the Grade 12 peeps Wrenzel, Zyr, Paul, Rainier. Prom night. Isko night. My journey to Mt. Pulag. These would probably be the most common themes if you were to survey the batch regarding their best experiences here in this institution. However, what is going through my mind right now are the little things, fleeting moments that will probably be forgotten as years pass, but can’t help reminiscing over because of its raw sentimental value.

The jamming sessions, Harley on the guitar with Andrew blasting his vocals singing Ang Huling El Bimbo for the nth time. The random conversations with Wrenzel and Raizen where Raizen hits you with the most out of the blue question to the point that you can see a large ass question mark on Wrenzel’s forehead. The 3v3s with the teachers, chasing Sir Jed and Sir Ace around screens like they’re Pisay’s version of Steph Curry and Klay Thompson, then proceeding to rotate to Sir Dems or Sir Jo violently backing you down like they’re Nikola Jokic. The pick-and-rolls with Johann, the dude seems to just get it to your hands at the right place at the right time every single possession. The chaotic games with the Grade 9s as Zach tosses up his Manny Pacquiao looking ass jumpshot and Kishan rebounds it to blow the putback layup. The high scores I would get in the English literature quizzes as I compare them with Kimee’s and Leah’s. The Grade 7s flocking around me on the yellow bleachers to dap me up after airballing their shots a whopping 60 times. The bear crawls across the 1st floor as punishment for the District Meet team, Kyle having the goofiest one there. The commute to Aurora Hill with Zyr where he is either in the deepest slumber possible or trying to get an update on my romantic situation. The blue store convos that can reach up to 7pm with Maron, Nicole, Neal, and Sam. The service days with Aya and Leah back when watching them get sermoned was hilarious. The nerve wracking debates, Aira and Pao carry me every time. The post-math LT verification process with Harley explaining what is basic trigonometry to me, The heart-to-hearts with Paul. The times I confessed my feelings. The times I got rejected. The times I cried myself to sleep doubting my physical appearance.

The little things.

Combine them all together and you have a melting pot in which you can experience what my Pisay life was like with just one sip from the ladle. If you notice, it really isn’t any different from a high school life in general. Pisayers get put with so much pressure and mounted expectations that we tend to forget that we’re not just robots churning out requirements, and while Pisay for me meant that in some sort of capacity, it also meant discovering myself more as a newfound adolescent. A sort of Holden Caulfield journey with less travelling around the States and more phony characters in play.

But it worked out in the end. Pretty high GWA. Academic award. Excellence award. Proficiency awards. Competitions under my belt. Personal projects on the side. Somewhat of a nice legacy. Pisay has also granted me the opportunity to see beyond the academic realm and discover who I truly am. No longer was I the valedictorian in elementary who was tasked to do pretty much everything for the image of the school. I needed my own niche. My own bubble. My own universe condensed into the palm of my hands ready to show the world what I can bring to the table.

And so, to end this stream of consciousness…

TO EVERYONE IN PISAY —

THANK YOU!!!!

To my parents, thank you for your unwavering love and support for me. I know it started out rough for me. It was the first guidance counsellor meeting for low grades and the first time I saw a flying saucer related to silverware and not aliens. However, knowing that I had a place where I could be unapologetically me helped in building my own sense of identity, and your caring nature got me to where I am today. To Dad, thank you for the late night snacks, and to Mama, thank you for the weekend dates. I’m going to miss both of you so much in QC.

To my teachers, thank you for imparting your knowledge and wisdom unto me. To be honest, I’m really questioning the real life application in half of the lessons I have learned in my Pisay journey, but one aspect I will never forget is the values and critical thinking skills that were passed down through diffusion along the way. To Ma’am Melai, thank you for always believing in me and my ability for every writing competition I participate in. To Ma’am Melki, thank you for your generosity and warmheartedness that I will treasure forever. To Sir Quantum, thank you for igniting my passion for Physics with your corny jokes and effort in crafting fun practice problems for us. To Ma’am Krystel, thank you for enlisting me in my very first competition, and subsequently increasing my self-confidence tenfold. To Ma’am Sol, thank you for your everloving care for us Stats babies; we really miss you and I hope to see you face to face some time soon. To Sir Arfe, thank you for teaching me how to cook; hopefully I can use it come college time. To Ma’am Abby, thank you for molding my writing ability into its current quality. To Sir Ariel, thank you for your unwavering kindness for our batch and your willingness to help us judge or critique our requirements in other subjects. Lastly, to Ma’am Eden, thank you for being the first teacher to see the potential in me to do great things here in Pisay. It sounded ludicrous at the start, but I’m glad I manifested it.

To my batchmates, from the bottom of my heart, THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!! I know I started off being probably the most obnoxious and arrogant pre-teen in the fabric of space-time, but I am genuinely grateful that you gave me a second chance at life, given that it was probably easier for your mental health to just simply cancel me and cast me off aside as early as Grade 8. I also know that I did and will continue to make mistakes in the future, but I hope you know that I am going through all of these with the subconscious effort of making strides to better myself as a person. I wish you all the best of luck in your future endeavors.

To myself, well, you’re not done. UPD Economics is coming your way. New faces, new campus, new professors, new chinitas, but same old you. Don’t lose that spark inside you that has been igniting your motivation to study for the past 18 years you have been doing this. Don’t marry early either. Wear protection.

Thank you for everything Pisay! I’ll see you when I can.

#student

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