#THE FINAL SHOT OF EL SMILING AT HER FAMILY AROUND HER

[sillylittlerock]

Will trying to help her but making things more difficult somehow, Jonathan actually being useful, Joyce and Hopper watching happily (Joyce with an engagement ring on her finger)

El planting flowers in s5 would be nice

[flemingology]

soft alexia where she always looks for reader after a home game and runs to the stands or dedicates goals to her 🫠🥲🥺

siempre para ti ─ alexia putellas x reader

in which: alexia scores the winner in el clasico. for you.

warnings: none

wc: 1.3k

a/n: 2 posts in 2 days? who am i

Game days. Your worst favourite days. You loved going to watch your girlfriend do what she loves, really, but the nerves that came along with that weren’t as welcomed. Especially with El Clasico.

Alexia went through the motions, as she always did on game days. Had her usual breakfast, did some pre-pre-activation in your home gym and listened to the same 4 songs on repeat like she always did on matchdays. You could cite them all word for word now, but you wouldn’t dare complain and mess up her little routines.

She left you 4 hours before kick-off, a couple lingering kisses that would’ve lead to more if she didn’t have a 90-minute football game to go play, not without your promise that you’d be there and cheer for her if she scored. Alexia knew you’d be there and she knew you’d cheer the loudest of them all if she managed to get the ball in the back of the net, but who minds a little reassurance?

You made your way to the stadium well before the game started, not wanting to get caught in Barcelona’s rush hour traffic. You found your spot in the friends & family box, greeting Eli and Alba with a kiss on the cheek before settling in and glancing over at the Barça team who were already doing their warm-ups.

Alexia scanned the crowd when they were called inside, her gaze lighting up once her eyes found yours. You shot her a wave and an encouraging smile, which she reciprocated quickly – not without having to endure some teasing from Vicky.

The Spanish midfielder would never get used to seeing you in the stands. You probably hadn’t missed a home game yet in the past 4 years of dating each other, but she still felt fuzzy and warm inside when she saw the woman she loved most sitting in the stands of the football club she loved most. You were there for her, to watch her, in her shirt to cheer for her and she wanted to perform for you.

And that’s what she did. Barça took the game by the scruff of its neck, completely dominating and controlling the game from kick-off onwards. Chance after chance, shot after shot, the girls in blaugrana were all over their opponents. Aitana and Caro both had a big chance, but neither could convert. Much to your surprise and the team’s dismay, the 0-0 was still on the board when the referee blew the whistle for half-time.

They’d had the chances to be in front, but they hadn’t been clinical enough. This time, Alexia didn’t search for your eyes before she went into the tunnel, her professional demeanour never wavering a second once she was in game-mode. You hoped she wouldn’t be scolding herself too much over the promising free-kick she wasted.

The teams came back out 15 minutes later, and you finished up chatting to Alba as the game started again. More of the same, as expected, as Barça once again took control of the game. They were playing good football, passing the ball around, making runs in the channels and creating chances, but it felt like they couldn’t cross that final hurdle. Ingrid almost scored from a corner and they were claims for a penalty after a harsh tackle on Ewa, but nothing given.

It wasn’t until stoppage time that they had their best chance of the game. Some combinations at the back to play out of Madrid’s press, Patri was now rushing forward with the ball in midfield. She scanned the pitch, looking for options to lay the ball off to, sending it outside for Caro to chase. She got there first, beat her defender with a simple step over and sent a cross into the box.

It felt like slow motion, really. The final minutes ticking down on the clock, the ball sailing in the air, bodies pushing one another in the penalty area, until someone fell and they were shouts for a foul. You couldn’t make out who it was, who had fallen, but what you did make out was the whistle and the outstretched arm from the referee. Penalty.

Situations in football didn’t get much more pressure-loaded than this. A 93rd minute game-winning penalty in El Clasico. Your heart hammered against your chest, so you could only imagine how the players were feeling on the pitch. You’d been too caught up in a conversation with Eli to see Alexia had stepped up. She was stood near the ball, hands on her hips as she tried to calm her erratic breathing from having ran around the past 45 minutes.

The whistle sounded and Alexia took another couple deep breaths before beginning her run-up. A couple steps back. One to the side. Another deep breath. Short little steps to begin her run-up. A little pause. And then; the back of the net.

The stadium erupted, you cheered and jumped up and down to celebrate what would surely be the winning goal of the game. Alexia took off towards the corner flag to celebrate with the fans, her teammates soon barrelling in and tackling her down to the ground. You hugged Eli and Alba, the remnants of what had been a nerve-wracking game slowly washing away.

Alexia stood back up after a couple moments and her eyes scanned the friends and family box, looking for you. Your gazes locked and a toothy grin formed on her face, pointing her finger at the badge on her chest and then at you. She blew a kiss your way before turning back around and jogging over to her side of the pitch, leaving you with a warm feeling in your chest. No matter how many goals Alexia would dedicate to you, you’d never get tired of the fact it was your eyes she looked for after she made the ball hit the back of the net. It was you she blew a kiss, you she broke her stern captain bravado for.

It was much later when Alexia finally emerged from the changing room and into the friends and family area, surrounded by teammates and their speaker still playing loud music – clearly all very happy with the derby win. She was dressed in a pair of black trousers and a dark green shirt, clearly planning on celebrating the win. You could hear plans were made for a night out from where you were standing a little away from the group of players, as Alexia silently snuck away and walked over to you.

Your face lit up with a smile as the Barçelona captain come up to you with damp, disheveled hair, eyes tired with the exhaustion from running around for 90 minutes. “Hola, winner,” you teased, the brunette engulfing you in a tight hug. “Nice goal, hmm,” you said, lifting your shoulder a little so she would pull back. “Para ti,” Alexia whispered, her forehead resting against yours. “Siempre para ti.” Alexia accentuated her words with a soft kiss against your lips, pouring all her love for you in the short couple seconds of intimacy.

You closed your eyes and enjoyed the soft moment, clutching onto the back of her shirt tightly before she’d inevitably be pulled away by her teammates to get their night out going. Alexia’s arms circled around your waist in that ever familiar way, and even though you were here in a friends and family box in a stadium an hour and a half away from where you lived, Alexia’s embrace felt like home.

[kirqro]

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི’ Streamer!Ellie

warnings || none !!

lower case intended

{ I LOVE streamer els :’( }

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✮ streamer!ellie ' who's set up is either a really shitty web cam or top tier. Either way she def takes pride in it !

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✮ streamer!ellie ' who watches shitty reality tv shows on stream and her reactions to the scenes def had a part of her blowing up.

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✮ streamer!ellie ' was really insecure when she was just starting out streaming , like poor baby would tape up her camera up in fear it would randomly turn on ;((

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✮ streamer!ellie ' who after hitting a milestone finally did a face reveal and was shaking in her boots.

She was just yapping to yap lwky.. because of how nervous she is

"So chat are we perhaps rocking with my outfit !"

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✮ streamer!ellie ' who fucks around with her soundboard way to much ..

like baby be pushing buttons at the wrong time

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✮ streamer!ellie ' who be fighting with her viewers sometimes..

'@elliesbigfatlefttoe - Ellie why can I SEE your armpit hair peaking out bae..'

SHE SNAPS BACK SOO QUICK

"BIG FAT WHAT? .. The fuck come bite it off for me then weirdo"

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✮ streamer!ellie ' who plays a variety of games from Minecraft , Valorant , Roblox , Fortnite [ she gets called dog water by random 10 year olds.. (╥﹏╥) ] a bunch of random horror games and some rpg games.

She also does chill talking streams & random reaction videos.

LMAO SHE DEF READS FANFICS ABT HERSELFF

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✮ streamer!ellie ' who EATS on fashion famous

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✮ streamer!ellie ' gets herself into random ass twitter beef and just takes all the roast she gets by 10 year old arianators..

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✮ streamer!ellie ' is really just a big loser

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✮ streamer gf!ellie ' who after she blew up needed to introduce you to her stream , or at least make it known shes MARRIED.

ellie randomly drops the gf bomb on everyone on a random thursday stream outta no where..

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It was a pretty chill just chatting stream

when ellie started to give her viewers a ring tour. the pads of her fingers brushed against a certain ring on her left hand . a smirk could be seen adoring ellie's face while she slipped it off and tried to be a lil beauty guru showing the ring off.

up close in action shots as she called it..

"It's a promise ring with the wifey you know !" she said with pride forming inside her chest and a smile falling on her face.

Tik tok and wlw twitter sighed that day..

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✮ streamer gf!ellie ' who soft launches you and your identity.

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✮ streamer gf!ellie ' who loves when you sit in her streaming room with her ! although she tends to get a bit shy knowing your presence is there

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✮ streamer gf!ellie ' who talks the most shit with you about petty drama in her community ..

"babe you'll never guess who got cancelled .."

before you could even open up your lips to ask her what happened she cut you off in an instant

"bro that dyke abigail , her ex came forward saying she gave her fucking chlamydia.. goodness dirty ass bitch"

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✮ streamer gf!ellie ' who loves the way you love her. she can't ever seem to really wrap her mind around the fact that you've really stuck around with her for this long!

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✮ streamer gf!ellie ' who is wife !!

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Hii bbys I acc had sm fun writing this ! soo again maybe part two ?

Again requests are wide open so pls send some !!

ILYSMM and TYSM for reading !! (∩˃o˂∩)♡

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daily click for Palestine !!

from the river to the sea Palestine WILL be free!! 🍉

[steddieas-shegoes]

First! Congrats on 3k!!!!!

For the ask game “If you asked me to, I’d give you the moon.”

Love your stuff!!

Thank you my dear! It's been a wild ride so far! Hope you like what I threw together for ya!

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Eddie watched. He observed. That's how he kept himself safe for years, kept himself from getting into physical altercations throughout middle and high school. That's how he managed to survive the city streets between gay bars, alone, trying to find a place he belonged. That's how he found himself in this group of young adults and children, friendship- family- forged from fire and blood.

That's how he recognized what Steve was doing.

He was always in the middle of things, but never the center of attention. Always put himself right on the cusp of being involved, but hung back enough to go unnoticed. He protected, but he stepped away the moment his safety was no longer needed.

He didn't think anyone else seemed to notice.

Steve was just there.

Present and accounted for, but not an active participant in anything.

Like today, this pool party, celebrating Max finally being done with her physical therapy and El finally being able to come out of hiding officially. It was Steve's house, Steve's pool, Steve's food, but Steve wasn't in the pool, or eating the food. He stood by the sliding door to the kitchen, watching with a fond smile.

Eddie walked over to him, poking his shoulder playfully. "You comin' in? I put on this bathing suit for you, least you could do is swim with me."

Steve tried to hide the red flush taking over his cheeks and neck, bowing his head and avoiding eye contact.

"Don't think I'm up for it today, sorry," he said quietly.

The kids yelling, the music blaring, and Robin and Nancy arguing over who had to blow up the float bounced around the large outdoor patio.

"You didn't feel up to it last month either," Eddie tried to get Steve to talk, to be involved in the conversation. "You wanna talk about it?"

Steve shook his head.

"Is it Upside Down related?" Eddie pushed.

Steve nodded once, looking away from everything.

Eddie didn't need to know more, not now or ever if Steve didn't feel like sharing, but he wanted Steve to know he could share.

"If you ever wanna face your fears, you could trust me."

Steve's head shot back towards him. "What do you mean?"

"If you wanted to talk about it. Or if you wanted to try getting in the pool sometime. I can be moral support either way," Eddie laced his fingers with Steve's, ignoring the pull in his stomach that was telling him to either let go or lean in further to kiss him.

"You'd-" Steve flexed his hand, squeezing Eddie's in his. "You would do that? For me?"

"Stevie, if you asked me to, I'd give you the moon," Eddie huffed a small laugh. "Moral support for what's clearly been pretty traumatic for you is kinda the bare minimum."

Eddie was met with silence, but he didn't feel nervous.

He was observant. He knew how Steve felt, even if Steve didn't realize it quite yet himself.

Okay, and maybe Robin had nudged him to make a move, saying there was no way Steve would react poorly. He trusted Robin to know what she was talking about when it came to Steve.

"The kids aren't staying tonight, just the adults. If you wanted to...I dunno. Maybe I could stick my feet in later if you wanted to smoke a bit out here with me?" Steve finally replied.

"Anything, Stevie." Eddie squeezed his hand. "I mean it."

[stevesjockstrap]

I Always Come When You Call

@stcreators event 02: family

“Steve. Come in Steve. We have a code red! Repeat. Code red. Over.”

Panicking, he ran across his apartment to the walkie. He always kept it on, years after any interdimensional crap, in case the kids needed something. He winced. They’d be on his case if they knew he still called them kids, even to himself. They were well past the age of needing babysat but they’d always be his.

“I’m here. Max? What’s wrong? Over.”

A million things were running through his head, shoving his feet into shoes and not waiting for an answer. If there was a code red, he needed to head-

He pressed the button down again, “Where are you? I’m on my way. Over.”

There was a crackle of static and he breathed a little sigh of relief. At least she was answering, “The Byers. Hurry! Over.”

“What’s going on?” He debated grabbing his nail bat from the closet. He shook his head and ran out the door. A code red had meant a varying degree of actual red as of late, but usually they let him know quickly that someone wasn’t hurt.

When he got to the Byers’ most recent fixer upper, he walked in the front door without knocking.

“Hello? Where’s the code red?” He called into the suspiciously quiet house.

Turning a corner, he stopped in his tracks. El and Max were sitting on the far side of the dining room table, silently staring at him. His eyebrows shot up and he looked around through the doorway to see if anyone else was here.

“You guys okay? This is weird, even for me,” he tried to joke, but his voice was thin. His heart was still beating out of his chest and he was trying to battle against the fight or flight adrenaline surge.

“Sit, Steve,” El said in her concise way.

“Um- alright. Shouldn’t we have everyone else here for my intervention?” He raised an eyebrow as he sunk into the lone chair across from them. “Interrogation? This is the code red?”

Over the years he’d been called to their houses (and on rare occasion the school) to handle mundane things, all usually under the guise of a ‘code red.’ Bike chains popped, jammed lockers, missing skateboards, centipedes in bathtubs. But this was new.

When Max finally spoke it was with an air of humility that he’d never heard from her before, “This is very important, Steve. Maybe the most important code red of all.”

“Alright,” he huffed. “Let me have it. What happened?” Every possibility started spiraling around in his brain and he tried to shut them down and calm himself. He didn’t want to freak Max out without even knowing the problem.

Max looked at El and they held a long silent conversation on their own. Steve was about to ask again when they both turned back to him at the same time. A chill went down his spine.

“Max would like to ask you a very important question,” El intoned, but there was a hint of a smile now.

Steve’s shoulders dropped and he let himself breathe. “If this is some big con to get me to-“

“I want you to walk me down the aisle, Steve,” Max interrupted. “At my wedding.”

He was glad he was sitting. The breath he had taken rushed out of him. His vision swam then tunneled so all he could see was the hopeful look on Max’s face. Covering his face with his hands, he quickly pinched the bridge of his nose and swallowed hard against the lump in his throat.

“Don’t-“ he cleared his throat quickly. “Uh, wouldn’t you want someone in your family to do that?”

“You’ve done more for me than anyone else I know, Steve. You are my family. And Lucas’ too.”

Yeah whoops that’s a Supernatural quote for the title

[runningfrom2am]

Okay pls make a part three when they get together

i wasn’t even sure i would do a part three but it was in high demand so i had to give it a shot and omg i do not regret it- they are so cute!!

hard to carry (III)

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pairing: jj x kook!reader

wc: 2.6k

You and JJ very quickly become inseparable. You just get along so well, and all the guilt you had built up about having this crush on a committed man was quickly lost when he told you about his and Kie's break up- the same night you went to The Wreck, and the same night you went for that drive. If she had cheated anyway, it's only fair that he left that relationship. It's the right thing to do.

He told you all about everything they had been through, the gold, the cross, and finally El Dorado, which made him and his friends the richest pogues on the island. Still pogues, though, nonetheless.

"Mom! Hey, come here!" You call to her, seeing her sitting on the back porch, looking over your families expansive property. She looks down over the balcony and lifts her sunglasses, smiling as her eyes land on the two of you walking towards the stairs. She quickly gets up, opening the gate at the top. "This is JJ. I told you I had a friend." You giggle and she smiles, holding her hand out to him to shake.

"It's so lovely to meet you!" She says as JJ quickly shakes her hand. "I will admit, we were skeptical that Y/N had actually made a friend already."

"Yeah, you too, Mrs. Y/L/N." JJ grins, looking between you and your mom. He can tell she looked a lot like you when she was young.

"Why does that surprise you?" You ask, playfully raising an eyebrow at her.

She waves you off with a laugh, stepping back over to the table by her sun chair and putting her glasses down. "You just haven't been out doing much other than going for runs or doing errands."

"Well, she did help me pick out the second best watermelon the grocery store had." JJ shrugs, nudging you gently with his shoulder. Your mom smiles at the two of you. The look in his eyes is something else, and in yours she sees something she's never seen before.

"Why don't you kids join your father and I for a glass of wine? We've got some fruit cut up in the kitchen and if you want to grab a bottle from the cellar that would be great." Your mom suggests, and you nod, giddy as you head for the door.

JJ hesitates to follow you, stopping in front of the door instead of stepping in. "Ma'am, I should let you know I'm only nineteen."

"And?" Your mom asks casually as she sits back down. "So's Y/N. Besides, a glass of wine has never hurt anyone."

"What about beer?" JJ laughs, looking at her hopefully.

"Okay maybe beer has, but what happens at the summer house stays at the summer house. Knock yourself out." She grins, shaking her head as she returns to her book and JJ steps inside after you, sliding the patio door shut.

He's never been to your house before, since previously as you got to know each other you stuck with beach walks and car sits, or JJ showing you places around the island you haven't seen. He wasn't prepared for the almost clinical state of the newly built mansion, hardly lived in despite you being here for almost two months.

JJ whistles in awe at the home, which echos off the walls as he looks around and follows you blindly down the hall and into the large open kitchen.

You walk up to a cupboard and pull out four glasses, two for beer and two for wine, placing them on the counter. JJ is speechless. Not just because of the home, but because something about seeing you in it makes it that much more beautiful. Everything looks hardly lived in and almost sterile, but seeing the spotless white cupboards contrasted with the tone of your clothes, your hair, your skin; just makes him feel a level of content he's never encountered before.

"Mind grabbing some beers from the fridge?" You ask, drawing him out of his thoughts just as you look up and catch him staring.

"Yep, I'm on it." JJ nods, and you point to a wine cooler under the countertop by the sink.

"Can you pour those out? I'll run down and grab a bottle. I'll be like thirty seconds." You say, not giving him a chance to respond before you're hurrying out of the room and he can hear your feet hit the floor as you run down the stairs.

JJ gets going on doing what you asked, cracking one can open and lifting the cup to pour it's contents in without spilling anything. "Hey- can I help you, kid?" A deep voice makes him jump, spilling a little in the process.

"Uh- sorry, no, Y/N just asked me to pour these out. I think this one is yours." JJ says, sliding the now full cup over to the man who he assumes is your father.

"Oh. Are you Jake?" He asks, taking the glass and pointing towards JJ with one finger so he doesn't drop it.

"JJ, yeah." JJ nods, chuckling slightly.

"JJ, right. Sorry. I should probably know your name if you're gonna be in my house drinking my beer." Your dad laughs, living the cup to his lips and taking a sip.

An awkward silence falls over the room while JJ pours the second drink, praying internally that you'll come back before he has to make more small talk, he doesn't know what he would say. He doesn't know a lot about what your dad does for work, which is the default discussion topic for men first meeting each other, but all he knows is he's some big wig on Wallstreet, which he's never understood anyways. "So, Y/N/N mentioned you and your friends found that treasure, hey? That's pretty cool." Luckily your dad takes it upon himself to fill the silence instead.

"Yeah, yeah. El Dorado." JJ nods, taking the cans and putting them in the recycling.

"Did you at least get to keep any of it?" Your dad asks, smiling at him.

"Kind of, not exactly. It was complicated, legal stuff and all that. Our payouts came from somewhere else." JJ shrugs.

"Ah." Your dad nods. "So you're not working, then, I imagine?"

"Dad." You sigh, walking back into the kitchen and placing the wine bottle on the counter as JJ relaxes.

"I'm just wondering, honey." Your dad chuckles, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and giving you a quick squeeze, kissing the side of your head.

"Well, I am still working, actually." JJ decides to answer. "My buddy, John B, he took his money and opened a surf shop down on the touristy part of town, so I'm working there right now. Helpin' him out, it's lots of fun."

"Oh nice! Good to have something to do, I would get bored without work for too long." Your dad says, letting you go so you can pour the two glasses of wine.

"Dad, come sit with us outside!" You smile, taking the two glasses and heading for the door, JJ right on your heels. He's nervous to be left without you again, despite your parents seemingly being way nicer than any other kooks he's met. Especially Kie's parents- it was no secret they despised him. No doubt they were ecstatic to hear about the breakup- but him and Kie's mutual friends now won't tell him a word about it.

The four of you sit outside and talk for hours, watching the sunset and even squeezing in dinner when everyone got a little hungry. It made you so happy that JJ just fit right in with your parents- not that you were official, for gods sake he just came out of a serious long-term relationship, but you'd be lying to yourself if you said you weren't hoping that would change. It was nice that you weren't bringing home a boyfriend to meet your parents, that always made for a tense situation. This was so casual because he was just a friend. Your parents saw through that, though, not that you could tell.

By the time it was almost eleven, you left to drive JJ home, which was now temporarily John B and Sarah's house on the cut. You didn't understand the legal situation with JJ and Kie's house, unsure of whether they were both signed on it or just her, but he didn't intend on ever going back after he got all his stuff.

"Sorry, oh my god they ate up our whole night." You laugh as you get in the car, starting it up and turning down the radio before it blasted in your ears. You only had the one glass of wine a few hours earlier, knowing you would need to drive JJ home later and you didn't want to put him out for an uber or anything. You internally curse yourself for not having a few and just asking if he wanted to stay over.

"No, it's cool. They're really nice." JJ shrugs as he gets in.

"Yeah, I love my parents." You sigh happily, buckling your seatbelt and pulling down the long driveway.

"I think they liked me. Maybe." JJ thinks out loud, drumming his hands on his lap.

"Of course they liked you." You giggle, glancing over at him.

"Sweet, I can drink for free there all summer." He jokes and you nod.

"Well, we're going back to New York in about a month, so as much as you can drink in that time."

"Oh, right. I forgot about that." JJ says, his mood immediately dampened by the realization that you have to leave. Suddenly he doesn't know what life was like before you, and his stomach turns at the idea of there being an after you. "Didn't you want to stay, though?"

"Of course I want to stay." You answer instantly. "I just... I doubt my parents will let me." You say sadly, focusing now on the road with both hands holding the wheel.

"Well it's not like you'll be alone, you'll have me." JJ smiles, trying to lighten the mood. "And they loved me so obviously they'll say yes."

"True... but it's more about me being alone in that big house. They don't think I'm ready to live on my own, even though I'm nineteen. I doubt they'll ever be ready, though. That's kind of parenting 101." You shrug, chewing on your lip. You want nothing more in the world than to stay, and get to spend all year with him; driving around, learning to surf, maybe getting a job at John B's surf shop like JJ said you could. It’s just a matter of getting your parents to agree.

“Well…” JJ hesitates over what he wants to say next. “I could move in, keep you company, take care of the property and stuff. Like a roommate.”

Your eyes flicker over to him quickly, your cheeks turning red. That would be the perfect solution for both of you, but the idea of living under the same roof as JJ, alone, has you blushing like crazy. “I- uh, yeah! Yeah, that would solve both our problems, wouldn’t it?” You can’t resist agreeing, and it’s not like he’s a total stranger. You’ve known him for almost two months, most of that time being spent together if he wasn’t at work. You trust him, and you just mesh so well- you can’t deny that fact.

“Totally.” JJ nods, smiling a little and looking down at his lap for a moment. “Maybe by then, though, less like a roommate.”

“Huh? Like a live in maid? That’s a generous offer JJ but my parents already have a cleaner.” You joke, making him roll his eyes.

“No, not like a maid. Have you seen John B’s house?” He laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. “I meant, like, maybe in a month, when your parents leave, I’ll be more like… I don’t know, more like a boyfriend than a roommate.” He says hopefully, suddenly noticing how quiet the music is and wishing it was louder so he didn’t have to dwell on what he just said.

“I…” You start to speak, blinking a few times to gather your thoughts. Of course you would love that. You’ve had so many feelings towards him since you first saw him, when he first spoke to you. That is what you wanted, admittedly, but is he asking now? Or is he joking? You can’t really tell, but it sounds like he’s serious. “I mean, maybe.” You shrug, going with a casual answer as you lean over to look out the window and pull into John B’s driveway.

“Maybe…” JJ mutters under his breath, nodding a little and fiddling with the ring on his finger.

You put the car in park and turn to him, lifting your legs up onto the seat in front of you and sitting criss cross after pulling off your seatbelt. Rarely ever did you get to the house and sit there for anything less than forty minutes, just talking about everything under the sun. “Is that what you want?” You ask softly, and he keeps his eyes locked on his hands as he shrugs.

“I mean, yeah. It is.”

“I just don’t want you to feel obligated for anything if you’re not ready, you’ve been through so much with the whole Kiara situation, I just want you to be comfortable first.” You explain, smiling softly at him as he looks up at you.

“I’ve never been more comfortable, Y/N. Ever. Like in my whole life.” JJ chuckles a bit. “Since I saw you at the grocery store I’ve been comfortable. Seriously.”

“Okay, that’s real sweet, but-“

“You’re my person! Do you see that too? I just- I don’t even know what it was about you, Y/N/N, I just saw you and I knew I had to talk to you. I didn’t even want a watermelon- I don’t even like them that much. They’re just kind of okay, I wanted one because you wanted one, because you were there. And after that, I just couldn’t stop thinking about you and I had to distract myself so I wouldn’t text you, so I wouldn’t cheat but I knew before I even left the store that I couldn’t be with Kie anymore I just couldn’t-” JJ rambles on, only breaking eye contact when he gestures with his hands to make sure he doesn’t hit anything.

You shake your head a little bit while he talks, trying to keep your smile from spreading too wide- you don’t want to scare him off, but hearing this makes your heart want to leap out of your chest.

You reach across the seat and place your hand on his cheek and he stops talking, his gaze falling quickly to your lips before back up to your eyes, and in a second he’s leaning over the centre console and pressing your lips together, his hands landing on your waist. He’s holding onto you so tight, almost as if you’d disappear if he let go. His heart is pounding in his chest, and he just feels so good. So light, even, like nothing else in the world matters in this moment. To you, it doesn’t.

You pull away after what must have been a minute, giggling a little to yourself and looking down at your lap.

“Just please don’t go.” JJ mutters, leaning his forehead against your own.

“I don’t plan on it.” You whisper back, rubbing your thumb over his cheek. “But if I have to, I think I can hear New York calling your name.” You laugh slightly- neither of you can ever resist a good joke or jab at one another.

JJ laughs a little at this, shaking his head. “Absolutely not. But for you, maybe I’d give it a try.”

guys i know y’all love this but this may have to be the last part unless i get a specific request for what should happen next bc i honestly do not know lol. tysm for reading and all the love!!

-Raye

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[barcalover86]

Your mute (only talk to your younger sister), you work at Barca as a sports medicine physician. Pedri, always tries to talk to you, however you never answer back, despite that you can always write your answer down, however, you don’t like getting attach, since you have trust issues (due to past trauma, with friends and family). One day you bring your younger sister, since no one can watch her. She ends up lost, however you’d unaware, but Pedri finds her and immediately knows that that is your sister, since you guys look alike. You the realize that your sister is missing and search for her. You then tell for her all around the building until your find her with Xavi and the guys at practice, you run to her and tell her to never do that again. Once you get up you realize everyone, including Pedri are in shock for hearing you speak for the first time. Later on, Pedri tries to speak to you, however, you go silent again, but he is still determined to hear your voice.

PEDRI ONE SHOT

Summary: You don't want to speak, being afraid that you will get attached. One day, you lose your sister at your work and find it where the barca's players were training, and then Pedri hears your voice for the first time.

fluff and angst

Thank you so much for your request. Enjoy

After you left your country with your mom and little sister, Sofia, because of your abusive dad, you went to Barcelona. You loved football since you were a little child, and your dream was to work at Fc Barcelona, your favourite team. After a lot of work and a little luck, short-long story, you managed to work there as a sports medicine physician.

Not many football players were going to you when they needed help with recovery or wanted to make sure everything was alright with their muscles because you, being new there, they wouldn't trust you. They were going to your boss, who worked there for 30 years.

One day, when all began, Pedro Gonzalez, the famous footballer that everybody love, had to go to your office because your boss wasn't at work. When you first saw him, you really admired his beauty.

"Bon dia, señorita" he politely said to you while you smiled and nodded to him. You were happy that eventually someone went and asked for your help.

You showed him with your hand a chair, and he sat down. After a while of no one saying anything, he finally spoke.

"Bien, entonces tengo un problema en mi apretado. Me duele mucho cuando empiezo a correr y tengo muchas ganas de jugar el próximo partido." (Ok, so I have a problem in my tight. It hurts a lot when I start running and I really want to play the next game.)

You went to a bed near your medical stuff, and one again showed him to sit down. When he laid down, you asked with your eyes if you could touch him. He totally understood you and nodded.

He was wearing training shorts, but you had to raise them a little so that you could have enough space. He felt uncomfortable, and you noticed, pulling the shorts as down as you could so you could see the hurt muscle.

"No, está bien" he said quickly, raising the shorts again.

He had great leg muscles, and you thought that he really ran a lot in his life. You touched the hurt muscle, and he groaned loudly. Ouch, it doesn't look so good. He saw your worried face and asked what it is.

You took a piece of paper, writing down the prescription. You gave him some lotion that he had to put 2 times per day and some painkillers.

"Oh, gracias. Puedo ir a entrenar ahora?" (Can I go to training now?)

Your eyes widened.

"Que?" he asked confused.

You took hardly the paper from his hands and wrote down that he had to stay out for at least 3 weeks.

"Estás bromeando??? 3 semanas!!! No es tan malo, verdad?" (Are you kidding??? 3 weeks!!! It's not that bad, is it?) he desperately asked you.

You wanted to write down your answer, but he stopped you.

"Puedes decírmelo, lo recordaré. No necesitas escribirlo." (You can tell me, I'll remember. You don't need to write it down.)

You stopped for a second.

"Por favor, háblame" (talk to me)

You couldn't talk. Your family was the only people who knew your voice. Since your dad abused you, you started to be insecure. He used to tell you that the only thing you do is talk shit, so since then, you haven't spoken. All your friends betrayed you, so your trust was really at your lowest right now.

You turned around and showed his door to him. He looked worried and confused but didn't want to make you feel bad, so he left as you wished.

He was so confused. Why didn't you talk to him? Didn't you like him at all? Did he make you uncomfortable?

When he told his teammates about it, they were also confused.

"Ella es al menos bonita?" (Is she at least pretty?" Pablo Toree asked Pedri

Pedri only smiled at him.

"Ooo, alguien esta enamorado" teased Gavi (someone's in love).

"No, no exageres" the boy smiled at the think of you. He really find you pretty and wanted so bad to hear your voice, so the next day he went again to you.

Of course, you didn't talk. The only way to understand eachother was to write down your thoughs.

He went every day to your office for 4 weeks until he started to get better. He loved your company, and you also loved spending time with him. You showed him exercises that were helping with his recovery, and he did all the time more sets just to see your face more.

After you wrote to him that his recovery session was done, he felt sad. Of course he wanted to join the trainings with his teammates, but not having a reason to see your face was devastating his soul. He started to feel something for you. He enjoyed your company more than anyone's.

It's been 1 week since you two didn't see each other. You also felt sad because you missed him as well. Your sister was asking you for months to take her with you to your job. You finally accepted her.

When she saw where the amazing barca players were training, she started to cheer up. She was so happy that you couldn't help smiling.

"Chill, hermanita" you laughed.

"Estoy muy feliz, y/n" she said in a baby voice. She was only 12 years old, 8 years younger than you. You loved her a lot. You wanted to help her be happier than you have been when you were a child.

While you were showing Sofia the place, you received a message from your boss where he told you that he needed your help with a document and wanted you to read it and say your opinion on it until tomorrow morning. You opened the document to see some really bad injury. "Ouch" you thought. That must be really painful.

While you were looking at it, Sofia disappeared. You started to panick. You called her name and went everywhere to look out for her, but she wasn't anywhere.

After some time, you heard her laugh. You looked around to see her with Pedri, Balde, Ferran and Jordi.

"Sofi, me asustaste! Qué te he dicho? No me dejes!" you shouted at her (You scared me! What have I told you? Do not leave me!)

You didn't even realise that you spoke around the players. They all looked at Pedri, who was insistently looking at you with wide eyes. He heard your voice for the first time, and somehow, his heart melted at the touch of your voice. Even if you were angry at your sister, he absolutely loved your voice.

"Lo siento mucho y gracias!" you said and left them with your sister looking angry at her. She smiled innocently at you, and you couldn't stay mad at her. After all, she was your sister, your little sister.

All day long, pedri's teammates teased him. He couldn't stop thinking about your voice so the next day, he went to your office.

"Hola, y/n" he said being shy.

You smiled at him. Your heart was beating so fast because all night you couldn't sleep because of your thoughts. You didn't even realise that you spoke. And not only to one person, but 4!!!

He sat down in front of you. He waited for you to speak first. He waited 5 minutes until he decided to tell his thoughts.

"No sé tu vida pasada, no sé por lo que pasaste en esta vida, pero quiero saber. Quiero ser la persona a la que le dices lo que piensas. Quiero conocerte y tal vez es demasiado pronto y no quiero asustarte, pero así es como me siento. Mi corazón llama tu nombre. Tu toque es mi terapia y cuando no te veía, lloraba todas las noches. Te extrañé y hoy, cuando vi tu hermoso rostro, mi corazón explotó de felicidad. Quiero escuchar tu risa y tus gritos. Quiero gritarme solo para poder escuchar ttu voz, porque mi querido medica, estoy enamorado de tu. Eres como una música para mí." he said, almost crying. (I don't know your past life, I don't know what you went through in this life, but I want to know. I want to be the person you tell what's on your mind. I want to know you and maybe it's too soon and I don't want to scare you but that's how I feel. My heart calls your name. Your touch is my therapy, and when I didn't see you, I cried every night. I missed you, and yesterday, when I saw your beautiful face, my heart exploded with happiness. I want to hear your laughter and your screams and cries. I want you to shout at me just so I can hear your voice, because my dear doctor, I'm in love with you. You are like music to me.)

You felt getting emotionaly. You didn't know what to say, so you touched his hand. He smiled, but when you removed your hand and stayed silent, he started to tear up, his heart broking.

You were so scared to feel love. You didn't know if it existed, because of your parents. Seeing him cry in front of you, made you so sad and not even understanding why.

His hands went to his face to cover his tears. He stood up and walked to open the door to leave, until you said to him to wait.

"Esperar!"

He stopped immediately and smiled sadly at your voice. It was so beautiful.

You went to him, took his hand in yours and brought yourselfs to the couch. You kissed one of his tears and put your head on his shoulder.

He wanted to wait for you to trust him so he would do anything to make you his. Enjoying your moment now and hoping for many more in the future.

I really hope you like this. It took me some hours.

NOT MY GIF!

[ymaohoh]

Max's relationship with Eddie and Chrissy headcanons?

This is a GREAT prompt. Thank you!

One of my favourite Hellcheer fic/prompts to read are the ones coming from other character perspectives (POV's). I've seen a few from Max's viewpoint and they are KILLER.

(I want to quickly link two fics in particular which stole my heart: 'still awake, playing chase with the sunrise' a oneshot by @cyraclove and 'she said to me forget what you thought' multi-chapter by @majicmarker)

So my thoughts (and this follows the 'Chrissy Lives AU idea')

Max initially minds her own business about Eddie and Chrissy's flirting because why should she give a rat's ass about the way he clearly goes all gooey and soft for her, and the way she gets all silly and pink and giggly? Dustin and the others LOVE it and drag Eddie to filth for his antics but Max is more reserved. She's got her own stuff going on, you know?

But she's good at observing. She's the first one who twigs Eddie's made up excuses to walk past Chrissy's locker a hundred times a day (which is NOT on his route) and the way his eyes are glued to a certain table in the lunchroom. She notices Chrissy peering at Eddie over Carver's shoulder and the way she giggles into her hand when he says something weird and wacky. She doesn't share these observations with the group because it's not her business but she rolls her eyes when they finally piece it together - 'idiots', she thinks, looking at Lucas fondly.

Max knows Chrissy speaks to Ms Kelley too but she never brings it up, nor does Chrissy. Following Chrissy's first encounter with Vecna, the party try and figure out connections between the victims but Max stays totally silent when they ask. That's Chrissy's business and she's sure as hell not ratting her out. Chrissy appreciates this and they share a knowing look before they both spill the beans that yeah, their lives suck.

When they realise how important music is to keeping them grounded (literally) and how it helps against Vecna's visions, they sit down together and create 'happy playlists'. Their music tastes are way different but it's an oddly fun way to spend an afternoon. She's kinda' glad someone else is going crazy too - makes her feel less alone.

Chrissy is right off the bat keen to be nice to everyone and show she wants to help (they don't expect much initially but she proves them wrong after demonstrating a killer dropkick and she's a crack shot - her dad's a member of the NRA). Max is reluctant at first - she doesn't trust easy - but Chrissy is persistent and Max finds herself opening up. It's nice to have another girl around and Chrissy is kind and honest and sweet. If she ever had a big sister - she'd want her to be like Chrissy, you know? She listens when Max talks.

(Chrissy wins El round too which helps. Max learns she can enjoy the odd girly moment and not have it diminish her 'tough girl' exterior - Chrissy paints El's nails bright purple and shows Max how to bluff at poker. Sometimes they team up with Nancy and Robin too).

Max gravitates towards Eddie more than Steve or Nancy (or the other 'adults'). Maybe because he's from the same crappy background or because he doesn't care about shitty family drama and require a million answers. She likes his Uncle Wayne too and his accent when he calls her 'Red'.

Max is (unfortunately in her view) the one who witnesses Eddie and Chrissy taking their...whatever it is...to the next step. She's hanging outside her trailer when she sees them hurrying out of Eddie's van. Eddie's hands are ALL over Chrissy as he practically carries her inside. Eddie spots her though, and later asks (with the cockiest smile ever seen) if she can keep it hush hush until Eddie and Chrissy figure out what this means exactly, but Max responds flatly, "cat's out of the bag, dipshit. Everyone knows already." Eddie flushes bright red but she doesn't think it's from embarrassment at being caught - he looks so crazy fucking happy.

But she thinks they're good together. She watches as they progress (quickly) from friends with feelings, to sucking face, to becoming honest-to-god soulmates. They work well together. Eddie brings Chrissy out of her shell and installs some of his notorious confidence in her, and Chrissy cares for Eddie and makes him stand taller. Max thinks that's what relationships should be like.

(she finds Chrissy upset at school when the cheerleaders ditch her after finding out about Eddie and Hellfire, and she tells Chrissy bluntly they suck and helps her dab at her spoiled make up. Those phonies don't matter - she's got real friends now. It's the first time she calls Chrissy a friend).

She's never seen Eddie look so serious as when it comes to Chrissy and her safety - which is different from his usual goofy dramatic self. When Steve suggests using Chrissy as bait (a Daphne, if you will) Eddie gets a real hard look in his eyes and tells him to think of something else before Chrissy says bravely yes "if it'll help". Eddie watches her, makes sure her ammo vest (which is way too big) is strapped on tight, and Max see's him fucking lose it when Chrissy comes this close to danger. When she gets back, safe, Eddie holds onto her hand like it's a lifeline. ('synchronized denial' by empress of snark inspired this one).

(Chrissy screams like a banshee when she sees Eddie being attacked by demobats. Max spots real fire in her eyes as she swings at it with her baseball bat).

She's never believed in soulmates (thought it was a gimmick for movies and love-sick tweens) but when she looks at Chrissy and Eddie embracing after Vecna is finally defeated? (the soft look on Eddie's face, the way Chrissy nuzzles into the crook of his neck), she understands Eddie and Chrissy are just meant to be together and would be in any alternative universe or dimension. Fucking Star-Crossed Lovers. She doesn't know if she and Lucas will ever be like that (she's still a kid, okay?) but maybe one day.

(Chrissy doesn't live)

Max doesn't know Chrissy personally but she knows she speaks - spoke (goddamn it) - to Ms Kelley too. Knew she was vulnerable and she was hurting. When the party are talking about connections between victims, Max remains silent (again). Fuck that. She's not giving up Chrissy's secrets even if she's no longer here. Chrissy deserves better than to be discussed like a throw-away character in some dumb horror movie.

As she grows closer to Eddie and the others, she notices the weight around Eddie's shoulders and the haunted look he gets when he mentions Chrissy and what happened in his trailer. He flinches every time her name is uttered. She wonders if there was more to their relationship then just a brief moment in the woods?

Thanks 'nonny

[edb954]

I Look Like Her…

(Summary: you and Henry are 011 real parents. Henry not knowing but, 011 reminds him of you..)

(Part 2 of Like her!) Part 1:

(Warnings: NOT Proofread, Subtle dark situations, bad writing! Typical Stranger Things themes., Think that’s it?)

‘I Look Like Her…’

———————

"Do I look Like her?" 011 asked, looking at Brenner.

Brenner paused trying to remember what you looked like. "Well yes. I suppose. Why do you ask?"

"He always talked about her and..." 011 paused her eyebrows furrowing sadly. Like yours did.. "That day w-when I set him free he said that I looked like her.."

....

"But then a woman that I had never seen before had showed up. It turned out Papa forced her to work here too. She was trapped just like I was..." Henry said, looking off sadly. 011 scared but confused.

"Papa had found out about us and took her away.. I never saw her again... but I knew.. know that Brenner-Papa killed her..." 011 looked wide eyed as scared but almost felt sorry for him..almost..

  Henry was now in front of her. His eyebrows furrowed sadly for a moment. "You look like her.."

...

Brenner sighed. Looking at her but before he could say anything the alarms of the lab started going off and sounds of gun shots echoed through the hallway. Similar to that day those 5 years ago.

Brenner grabbed 011's hand and pointed up to a ladder. "Go up you'll be safe.. it'll help you get free." He instructed.

011 stared at him for a moment before climbing the ladder and opening the door to freedom. She was starting to make a run for it. Until she heard gun shots around her. She paused for a moment realising that they were shooting at her.

She quickly started trying to redirect the bullets while trying to find the source to see a helicopter in the sky with two men. She used her freshly renewed powers to make the helicopter crash into part of the lab. 011 collapsed using energy that she hadn't used since 4th of July at the star court mall. Not knowing that somebody picked her up until she heard gun shots fired that brought her back to see papa fall as she was in his arms. A group of men in a circle surrounding them using more energy 011 surged her power making them fly back hendering them unconscious.

  011 went over to papa holding his hand in his final moments.

"I-I am sorry 011.." Brenner said in a shaky voice. Before pulling out a small envelope and handing it to her. "It h-has everything you need to know.."

  011 took it. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion before she was brought out of her thoughts hearing a vehicle she turned around ready to face them only to come face to face with her family. She me Will half giving him a big hug and taking Mike's hand and leaving to Hawkins after she had explained almost everything.

"What's that El? In the envelope?" Mike asked, curiosity getting the better of him and Will would be lying if he said he wasn't interested too.

"I-I'm not sure.." 011 replied.

  Before slowly opening the envelope to reveal multiple photographs, a note, and her actual birth certificate. Mikes and Will's eyes widened in shock at all of the stuff that was in the small envelope.

  Will picked up a photograph that had fallen his eye brows stitching in confusion.

  "Who's this? Do you recognise them?" He asked, giving el the picture. 011 took it looking at it in shock it was her parents...

...

"Come on Henry. Let's take a picture!" Y/n said, cheering quietly.

  Y/n had found the camera in one of the storage room that was full of film. She moved closer to Henry, while holding the camera out smiling.

  Henry looked at her smiling a real smile. Before putting his arm around her and smiling slightly.

...

  The old photograph worn now laid in their daughter's hand. 011 turned it over to see writing in the back.

'February. 25, 1970

The day I truly fell for you ~ n/n'

"I-it's... my real parents..." 011 said. Will and Mike looked at her in shock before she handed them photo.

  In the pile of photos 011 was going through one particularly caught 011s eye. It's has picture of just her... Y/n.. her mother. Mike and Will sat next to her looking at the photo.

...

"Look what I found." Henry said, pulling out the camera that they had found year prior to this one.

  They got caught with the camera and got it taken away as we as punished for having it or having had 'stole' it as one of the guards accused since he was missing a similar one.

"Where did you find it?" Y/n whispered, jumping up her eyes sparkling.

"In the storage closet again." Henry said, y/n reached out for it but he pulled it away. She gave him a confused look.

"Sit." Henry demanded. Her expression widened slightly as she sat down.

"Now look here.." He instructed towards the lens. She laughed slightly a small blush creeping on to her cheeks. She smiled softly as the flash went off.

...

"She looks just like you.. your mom.." Mike says, Will nodded his head in agreement. 011 looked at it noticing some features. Her doe like eyes, her smile, the little furrow in her brow.

  It was true.. she looked like her. She kept looking through the photos. 011s mind racing with a question lingering: Did her actual mom put this envelope together or was it just another file papa had kept?

— Time Jump —

  "You were different... like me.." 011 said,As she hung from the vines in his layer. Trying to get Henry's attention away from Max but it didn't work once she saw his long claw like hand go over Max's face.

"I know what happened to her!!" 011 yelled. "The lady you told me about... the one you said i looked like.."

  Henry froze stopping what he was doing as he slowly retracting his hand but keeping max in place unconscious. As he turned around to fully look at 011.

"After, papa found out about you two... theirs a reason why I look like her.." 011 said, her eyebrows furrowed tears spilling from her eyes at the thought.

   Henry looked confused before his eyes widened and his mask slipping in the slightest way as he realised what she was implying. The memories he hadn't thought of in the past 4 years all came back and his heart ached.

"N-not long a-after she had me. She got sick.. really sick.. papa tried to help her.. but i-it wasn't e-enough.." 011 said, tears streaming down her cheeks. Henry's mask quickly came back his face hardening.

"He may have not killed her but he took her and everything from me... including you.." Henry turned back to Max lifting up his hand.

"Would Y/n have wanted this? Would she have wanted you to do any of this?" 011 shouted, in pain and anger. Henry hesitated only slightly before his expression turned more dark.

"She's gone.. and has been for a long time." Henry spoke.

  Before, his claw like hand latched onto Max's face and that's when 011 realised you were the only light in his life. Now, no one not even his own daughter could help stop him from his own deranged ways.. even if 011 looked like her..

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𝘈 𝘏𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘈𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦 & 𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦

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"—Welcome @nevertem !"

"Son—I would like to discuss something extremely important with you." 

Tamaki flinched in his seat when his father finally spoke.  The blond was sitting in a chair directly in front of the giant ornate desk of Ouran Academy’s chairman.  Yuzuru’s tone made Tamaki feel a little uneasy. Not to mention it was strange seeing his father during normal school hours.  The blond had to admit he was surprised when his father called him into his office.

Tilting his head to the side, Tamaki blinked while he watched the Suou would-be patriarch stand up from his desk and wander over to the large window just behind him.  Just outside was a perfect view of Ouran Academy—his father’s kingdom.  Though the Suou Group managed more than just the school, Tamaki always felt a sense that the academy was like a kingdom to his father.  The irony was not lost on the blond.

“Did something happen—?”  Then Tamaki wondered if there was something he had done instead—maybe his grandmother told his father something? “Dad...did I do something?”

Yuzuru whipped his head around and shot Tamaki with a quick glare.

“NGH—!!!!??” With his body bristling Tamaki sat up straight in his seat. “I MEAN!!—Chairman.” Tamaki corrected himself.  He knew his father preferred Tamaki to address him formally when they were at the academy.    

Yuzuru turned on his heel and offered a charming smile, that resembled his son’s smile in so many ways, and told the Suou boy that his father was only teasing.  There was nothing wrong.  Tamaki was getting ready to argue when Yuzuru lifted his hand to stop his son.

“We have a new student joining Ouran Academy. I felt it might be necessary if you escorted him around the school for a few weeks." Yuzuru explained. “Necessary?” Tamaki perked up as his interest piqued.  “He is a foreign exchange student, Tamaki; I figured you would know better than anyone else how difficult it can be.”  Yuzuru’s expression turned distant as he looked over at his son.  He knew the kind of pain he had caused his child.  The man understood the hardships he had foisted upon his son; the hardships his own mother foisted upon her grandson. 

Tamaki nodded then paused when he heard the door behind him opening.  Lifting himself from his seat, Tamaki turned around to greet the new student. 

“Tamaki, I would like you to meet your new classmate, El Sayyid.” Yuzuru struggled with the pronunciation but did the best that he could.  Extending his hand toward the new student, Tamaki tilted his head and offered him a beautifully charming smile. 

“Good afternoon, my friend; Welcome to Ouran Academy. My name is Tamaki Suou—it is a pleasure to meet you.”

[beautifulxdamned]

Wait is that (LOUIS PIQUET) that I see off in the distance? You know they have quite the reputation of being the (CRIMSON) around the island, but to me they seem like any other (VACATIONER). I hear you can often find the (25) year old hanging around (SUNNYSIDE VILLA) or catch them when they aren’t busy working as a/an (UNDERGROUND CAGE FIGHTER). They may seem (CONFIDENT & METHODICAL) but I hear that they can also be (MANIPULATIVE & AGGRESSIVE). There may be a lot of faces here in the bay, but you’ll know who you’re dealing with if they remind you of (BLOODIED KNUCKLES, VOLDKA IN A WATER BOTTLE, FEBREEZE DESPRETLY TRYING TO MASK THE SMELL OF MARIJUANA, AVOIDING FAMILY REUNIONS & SMILING IN A MUG SHOT) [Gabriel Guevara, Cismale, He/Him]

QUICK STATS

Full Name: Louis Antonio Piquet Nickname(s): Lou & El DOB / Zodiac: June 3rd 1998 / Gemini Orientation: Bisexual Hometown: Manhattan (Southside), New York City Positive Traits: Confident, Methodical & Charming Negative Traits: Manipulative, Aggressive & Stubborn Languages: English, Spanish & French

BACKGROUND

tw: drugs, alcohol, violence, cheating, juvie, parental homophobia

Louis was born with a silver spoon in his hand when he would have preferred a knife. Always the trouble child compared to his older sister who was given the role of the golden child early on, not that she had much competition.

Despite the siblings being complete opposites in the eyes of their parents the two grew to become inseparable, after all who else were they going to share a bond with? The constant cycle of nannies that they went through or perhaps the gardener?

By the time Louis was thirteen he had already been kicked out of five different schools, resulting in the boy being homeschooled. Despite being a smart kid Louis opted into the world of street smarts verses book smarts. He figured that his time was better spent learning about life from the streets of New York City and not some highbrow professor that his parents had thrust upon him.

The Streets of New York City welcomed the boys rebellion with open arms. Louis likeable personality, along with Daddy's money, was quick to award the man friends. Louis began running with the wrong crowd and perhaps it was feeling like he finally belonged somewhere, or the horror he knew his parents would feel at the knowledge of his newfound hobbies, that had the man diving in head first.

By the age of fifteen Louis found himself in and out of juvie do to his new found hobbies. Now not only selling drugs but choosing to partake in them as well with a little push from his pals. Perhaps that was where the mans battle with addiction began or perhaps the slippery slope had started long before that.

At eighteen his father finally put his foot down when Louis had come out to his parents, informing them that he was bisexual, of all the places to draw the line. Pulling Louis from the life that he had created, his father blaming the drugs and alcohol for his poor decision making. He had threatened Louis with disownment if he didn't 'straighten up'.

The man kept his scandalous behavior behind closed doors while training to become the eventual CEO of his fathers company. It wasn't a career that he would have chosen for himself but instead one that his father had chosen for him, looking right past his sister who had openly expressed her interest in such a position.

Louis needed an outlet for all of the pent up aggression and anger at no longer being his own person. So he turned to an old friend who introduced him to the world of underground fighting. It was exhilarating. The feeling of being in the ring with another man, no rules or stipulations. Just two men duking it out, the best man takes all and God was Louis good with his fists.

Things took a revolutionary turn for Louis when he turned twenty-four. He had caught his father screwing his assistant after hours and well with the man now indebted to him, blackmail was a beautiful thing, Louis was free to do as he pleased.

So he dropped his role at his fathers company, instead pushing his sister to take the position, she'd be better at it anyways, and instead threw himself into the more professional side of underground fighting. Watch out Celestial Bay because this is the first summer in years that Louis has the freewill to fall into bad habits and boy does he plan on doing just that.

EXTRAS

If addiction was a person it would be Louis Piquet. Violence, drugs, alcohol, sex, gambling... you name it and Louis has probably been addicted to it at least once in his life.

Louis is aggressively detached when it comes to relationships. Family, romantic, friendships it doesn't matter he rarely gets attached. There are only a few people that he sincerely gives a fuck about so if you're in that group consider yourself lucky.

Louis loves being the center of attention although he would never admit that.

He is a bad influence and would relish in getting somebody to do something that they wouldn't normally do.

Deep deep deep down inside he is a good person and if you manage to break through his exterior he is really just a puppy.

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[ladykailitha]

In the Midnight Hour Part 13

And here we go, the last part. The one that took the longest to complete. But it’s done. And I just want to say thank you to anyone that followed this through to the end.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

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Two Months Later:

It was getting out of hospital day for Eddie. Max was still in physical therapy but she had been out for a couple of weeks.

So they were having a ‘everybody is out of hospital’ party that night. Everyone was invited. Including the remaining members of Hellfire and Corroded Coffin.

There were a couple of them that had moved away due their homes literally going up in smoke, but those that stayed behind, were staunchly on Eddie’s side.

Steve was just grateful that both his and Eddie’s legal troubles had been cleared up. Granted Steve’s problems were more ‘civil’ and not ‘criminal’ in nature, but it had been a headache trying to find out about his parents, the house, his trust fund.

That last one had been the biggest problem. It was still set to activate when he turned twenty-one. Which was still a couple of years away. But if he was going to paying for all the bills of the big ass house he was going to need it.

Or so he thought. It was Nancy who had brought up the government hush money when he was complaining about his legal woes to the older kids when he got out of the hospital.

Turns out, thanks to the mall burning down with him in it, he was a very, very wealthy man. He had even more wealth than both his parents combined. Which he had to be honest made him very uncomfortable.

The party was of course at Steve’s house. Only now it really was his and not his parents.

The Hopper-Byers family were the first to arrive. Joyce had brought her cole slaw even though Steve had told her he had everything covered.

Jonathan just patted his shoulder. “Just go along with it. Besides it’s not a barbecue without it.”

Steve sighed and set it on the counter with the rest of the sides. Steve had been doing a lot of cooking and baking for today. He wanted it to be perfect.

El looked around. “Where’s Uncle Wayne?”

Steve shook his head. “Don’t worry, they’re just probably taking it slow for Eddie. They wouldn’t miss their own coming home party.”

El frowned. “I just assumed that they would be here first.”

Will smiled. “You know Dad has to be early, to get the grill started heating up. We were always going to be the first, remember?”

El sighed. “I forgot.”

“Why don’t you kids get into your swim suits and splash around in the pool while you wait?” Joyce said gently.

Will and El were off like a shot trying to beat each other to the best bathroom to change.

Jonathan just grabbed a soda from the cooler and sat down on one of the pool loungers.

Steve frowned. “Aren’t you going to get in pool, Jon?”

Jon shielded his eyes from the son and grinned. “Maybe later, like after those two have gotten their splashes out of them?”

Just as he said that the two of them came tearing out of the house to jump straight into the pool.

Steve laughed. “You know they aren’t ever going to their zoomies out.”

Jon grinned. “Maybe when they’re our age.”

Hop threw a roll at Jonathan. “You aren’t that old. Sheesh.”

“Whatever you say, old man,” he shot back.

Joyce giggled.

Just then Nancy and Mike came round back.

“Mike!” El and Will called out together.

Mike grinned. “Hey, guys!”

“Hurry up and get changed!” Will shouted.

Mike immediately turned back around and dashed back into the house to do just that.

Nancy just shook her head and went to go sit on Jonathan’s lap and laid her head on his shoulder.

Steve smiled at them. The two of them had been become closer since Steve started dating Eddie. Jonathan gained more confidence and Nancy finally relaxed into their relationship.

Dustin arrived with the Sinclairs and Max. Max was up and walking about but her eyes still made it difficult for her to move around.

“Welcome!” Steve cried, going over to hug all of them.

He whispered to Max, “Do you want to have El help you get to the bathroom or have you got it?”

She thought about it for a moment and then replied, “El please.”

Steve nodded. “Hey, El!” he called out. “Can you show Max where to change. It’s been awhile since she’s been here and doesn’t remember where it is.”

El was out the pool like a shot and was next to her friend in two seconds.

“Come on!” she said cheerfully.

Dustin and Lucas followed close behind, shoving and pushing at each other as they fought over the second best bathroom.

People kept arriving and soon everyone was there but Wayne and Eddie. The food was ready and everyone was eyeing the burgers ravenously.

Steve bit his bottom lip. He didn’t want to tell people to wait, but he also didn’t want Eddie and Wayne to miss out.

But before he could decide one way or the other, they walked through his door.

It took every once of self-control Steve had not to run up to Eddie and kiss him senseless.

But his slow walk up to his boyfriend gave him the opportunity to admire every inch of him.

Eddie was dressed in grey jeans with a black tank top. He had his white sneakers on.

Steve put his hand on Eddie’s waist. “Hey, gorgeous.”

Eddie kissed him in front of everyone. “Sorry I’m late, sweetheart.”

“This idiot just had shower and get himself all dolled up for a certain young man,” Wayne groused as Steve gave him a hug.  

“Well I appreciate the effort,” Steve said, eyeing his boyfriend again.

Eddie huffed out a laugh. “Like the smell of disinfectant and Bleach that had seeped into every pore and follicle wasn’t a contributing factor in all that.”

Wayne laughed. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Still wanted to look pretty for your boy, though.”

Eddie blushed.

“Come get something to eat,” Steve said. And everyone followed suit.

After everyone had eat their fill and had either lounged around or finally entered the pool, Steve and Eddie were finally able to be by themselves.

“So what’s the final prognosis on your voice?” Steve asked.

“I can harmonize, but lead vocalist is out,” Eddie said bitterly.

Steve curled his hand gently around the scar on Eddie’s throat. “I’m sorry, babe. I’d gladly swap my vocal cords for yours if I could.”

Eddie leaned into the touch. “I know you would, sweetheart. But the important part is that I can talk, I can sing, even if it’ll never be the depth and range I had before, and I’m here with you.”

“I love you, Eds.”

“Love you, too, darlin’,” Eddie said going in for a kiss.

A shadow passed over them and they looked up to see Jeff had came up to them with Eddie’s guitar. The one he thought he had lost in the Upside Down.

“Holy shit, dude!” Eddie cried as he took his baby back. “Where did you find her?”

“Me and Gareth were roped into helping your uncle clean up the old trailer and salvage as much as we could,” he explained, choking back tears. “I found this among the wreckage and got it repaired. And then you came back.”

Eddie stood up and hugged Jeff and then hugged Gareth. “You guys are the best friends a guy could hope for.”

Gareth just grinned. “You know what the toll is, jackass.”

Eddie sat down with the guitar on his knee. He wasn’t quite well enough to play standing for long periods of time.

He started playing Crazy Little Thing Called Love by Queen but when he got to the first verse, his voice cracked.

He almost stopped playing but Steve started singing the song with Jeff and Gareth adding the backup vocals.

Soon everyone was bobbing their heads and clapping along. When they finally got to the end Gareth and Jeff were nearly doubled over with laughter.

“Holy hell, Steve-o!” Jeff said. “Where the hell have you been hiding that voice, man?”

Eddie looked up Steve, eyes wide and hopeful. “We do need a new lead singer...”

Steve glanced down at Eddie then up at Gareth and Jeff who looked even more hopeful than Eddie.

“I’ll tell you what,” Steve said, hand on his hip. “Give me about half a dozen songs to learn, yours or someone else’s, don’t care. And then I’ll properly audition. If and that is a major if, I’m a good fit, I will happily take over singing duties from Eddie.”

Eddie, Gareth, and Jeff all hugged him.

Steve shrugged them off. “Shoo. I don’t even like metal...” he said shaking his head.

They all laughed.

“We’ll convert you,” Gareth said, a wicked gleam in his eye.

Steve just shook his head and settle back to sit next to Eddie. Seeing him with his guitar again was the perfect ending to all of this.

“I love you, babe,” Eddie said, when Steve put his arm around him.

“I know I’ll always be second to your sweetheart,” Steve teased.

Eddie laughed. “She didn’t save me from Hell, and you did. I’m pretty sure that makes you my number one.”

Steve smiled. “I love you, too, sunshine.”

Eddie just grinned, turning back to his guitar and began to play again. Steve hummed along.

“Not familiar with that one,” he murmured.

“It’s not done yet,” Eddie admitted, shyly. “It’s about a boy that loved deeper than anyone who went to hell to rescue the love of his life.”

“So it’s a play on Orpheus and Eurydice,” Steve said. “And how does it end?”

Eddie cupped Steve’s cheek and drew him in for a kiss. “Happily ever after.”

“The best kind.”

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[allislove111]

I swear I’m reaching for things here… but hear me out. People may have already posted this but I need to get this off my chest. I agree it felt like a sham and poorly written interactions with Byler. It breaks my heart for Will….I do, however, feel like there is still a glimmer of hope for them to be endgame. I noticed several things in various scenes in the last episode that could be considered “reaching”, but I wanted to lay them out here anyway. And there could be more!

1. In a scene with Jopper (I think it’s the one where they’re trying to get the helicopter up and running) there are boxes with blue tape with the print of “MW” and “705” on it. Jopper is endgame… so Mike and Will (7) will be endgame in season (05).

2. Outside the gas station with Cali crew: Eleven views a “scenic route ahead” sign of a family and I get the feeling that she wants a mom and dad more then anything. She’s never experienced this and you can see how she’s wanting this (and remembers her mom) I saw a couple Pepsi references in her scenes (blue, red, white) and in a scene with Jopper (they are wearing blue, red and white coats).

3. Next to that sign is another sign that looks like a (yellow) Coat of Arms with the initials WB and under that- what resembles a stage coach/wooden slats.. it’s dark so not too clear (vaguely reminds me of Castle Byers) with a bear on top.

4. Gas station scene, when El is drawing her plan to help Max on the van window: she draws a happy smiling Max (long hair) with herself and Vecna (no hair/short hair) stemming from Max’s mind. When she turns around to face the group, the shot is perfectly centered with the smiling girl on the back of El’s head, and the other 2 stick figures over Mike and Will. I get the feeling here that El will be happy and support Mike and Will’s relationship in the future. Because again, I believe El really wants a family and a home with Jopper, and to continue finding herself..

5. In the pizza parlor scene, Mike makes El glasses for the sensory deprivation tank. The numbers on it clearly say “775-38”, which again, 7 (Mike) 7 (will) season 5 (5) and 38 (11). Could’ve been any other numbers they used to display, but they chose these. Symbolically, I think this means El will support Mike and Will’s impending relationship in season 5. I think she wants herself and everyone to stop lying to each other and themselves and be authentically happy. Also when Argyle brings out the pineapple pizza and Mike is repulsed but he and El tell Mike “try before you deny”… I think he is still in denial with his feelings/who he is, but will soon be made to “see” represented by the glasses and what’s to come. *In ep5 Mike finds the number in the pen and the piece of paper has Argyle’s rainbow socks in the middle of Mike’s hands (when Mike unfolds it to see)… like the rainbow is right in front of his face and he can’t see it.. Will then sings “Turn Around, look at what you see…” and Mike turns away not looking at him because he’s refusing to see.. something is going to happen in S5 that makes Mike come out of his shell and finally see/acknowledge his feelings for Will or at the very least, who he is as a person. (Even though now he may be more attuned to Will’s feelings since the painting)

6. The emotional scene where Mike tells El he loves her is hard to interpret. But I feel it bears further scrutinization because there is more that we as an audience need to understand. I agree with others that he was prompted to tell her this because Will put pressure on the moment and reminded Mike that he is “the heart” of the party. I think Will means Mike is his heart. In the emotional Byler van scene, Will was clearly referring to himself using El as the reason for his words. Will’s monologue about El= himself. Back to Mike: with Will referencing “you’re the heart” and Mike realizing what he has to do to save El, he found the words to say “I love you” *because* of Will. He was encouraged so much by him that he found strength to get any feeling/words out at all. However, to reiterate, I feel like this is somewhat of a parallel to the van scene….and Mike’s monologue about El= his feelings about Will. Mike and Will were both really emotional in their individual scenes. **If Will’s El speech was about himself, it makes me think Mike’s El speech was about Will.** He found the strength to say what he said *because* of Will. I think his speech intertwined parts of meeting Will and El and Mike still “has his eyes closed” (represented by El) to the fact that he’s not “seeing” what’s right there all along: Will. Mike loves and cares about El but he also loves Will and always has; he just needs to open his eyes to see it (embrace and accept it). He was saying what he needed to say in that moment of desperation to help save the party; ie Max, El..

** also want to mention the parallel with Robin and Vickie; the view of Robin, Vickie and her boyfriend in the store (with Robin looking at them/between them) parallels El, Mike and Will in the dessert (with Will looking at them/between them) in the background. Robin seems devastated that it’s never going to be, however at the end of ep 9 Vickie and Robin run into one another and find out Vickie and her boyfriend broke up and they (Robin and Vickie) appear to be flirting and setting themselves up for season 5. I honestly feel like Mike and Wills endgame will come out of nowhere- at least it’ll seem that way to a lot of people ;-). Mike is Vickie in this scenario (Vickie appears to be finally acknowledging herself and her feelings when she “sees” Robin)……… and Mike- will eventually see & will continue to be the heart of the party while actually following and defending his heart (Will) in s5.**

There are probably other points and scenes I’m missing, but from what I’ve read from others so far, I thought these would be interesting to add. If anything, at least for conversation. I still believe that S4 was a big reveal for Will (as much as the DB could muster) and season 5 will be Mike coming to terms with himself and finally being truthful with Will. I feel Eleven will be somewhat of a catalyst for Mike owning up to his truth and opening up to Will (pretty much how Will was the catalyst for Mike opening up to Eleven). She’s coming into her own self and so will he.

…otherwise, what is the point to *any* of the dropped hints and buildup over time of Mike and Will only to be shot down? Their story is just getting started ❤️

[thejudgingtrash]

May I Introduce You To My Beloved Wife?

I swear to god, I will write this fic once I'm done with Coleoidea. Both have been haunting me for the past 2-3 years! I don't know how you smartphone girlies do it but writing on a phone is straight up hell. Anyways. Random scene, not proof-read, yadda yadda

“And now you’re taking a nap and let grandma do the dishes, right?” Sally smiled at her grandson whose giggles warmed her heart.

Annabeth and Percy truly gave her the biggest gift possible, even if by accident. She had hoped that she’d have a few grandchildren roaming around and now she finally had one. With Percy’s current trajectories and managing his father’s legacy she wasn’t sure how soon her only child would start a family.

The bright boy in her arms blinked slowly as he was truly succumbing into his sleep. He stopped squirming. That was until a shrill mechanical chime woke him up. Gone were any signs of tiredness. “Oh, I wonder who that could be… I didn’t order anything.” Sally asked herself, still carrying her grandchild as she went ahead to open the door.

“Sally! Tengo que decirte todo que ha pasado en mi viaje!” It was her beloved neighbor Esperanza Valdez who had come back from her two-year long trip through Central and South America, visiting dozens of relatives and friends along the way. Retirement had its perks. And as a former car mechanic shop owner, the elder woman had saved up a lot of money.

“Eh?” Esperanza halted, her brown eyes widening as she realized that her friend wasn’t alone. Sally held a toddler in her arms with fine dark brown curls and sea-green eyes that curiously observed her. “Y de quien es este bébé?”

Sally grinned widely and reassuringly rocked the child in her arms. He did not have to fear anyone. “Este es mi nieto.”

“Qué?!” Esperanza nearly yelled. “Percy ya tiene hijos?!”

Sally nodded and she felt how her vision got blurry. The candy shop employee blinked them away. She was so happy that her small family grew in size. Neither her son nor she were alone anymore. For the most part.

“Mira eso… el tiempo vuele.” It was Esperanza’s turn of choking up as she patted the toddler’s cheek, making him crack a smile. “Y tiene la misma cara de su papa.”

“Si,” Sally admitted, a tad bit sadder. “Y de su abuelo. Los mismos ojitos.”

It pained her. It truly pained her. Poseidon, wherever he was be, never had the chance of seeing her son grow up. And now he would never be able to greet his descendants. Percy had transferred all of his father’s looks downright into his own child.

Sally’s former love was gone, while his legacy finally began to thrive. No matter how awful he was at times, many times. Not knowing one’s family, a fate she knew too well… Sally did not wish such a fate to anyone.

Big oof. Anyways, will drop one shot + probably post the first ~10 pre-written chapters of The Nymph (you can thank Pearl for that) whilst working on Coleoidea in the near future. I really hoped to get to post stuff sooner :s

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[spoodrm4n]

Better Than Me

the song in this fic

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Musician!Reader

Summary: Band AU where Steve has been ignoring you for a couple of weeks and you have no clue as to why. Robin convinces Steve to go to one of their concerts and you let him know how hurt and angry you are.

Warnings: angsssttt but w/ a happy ending :)

Word Count: 2.6K

A/N: this is highly self indulgent sooo hope yall enjoy

Steve stood at the very front of the stage alongside Will, El, Dustin, and Lucas who were chattering excitedly. A decent sized crowd had formed behind them, making the atmosphere almost suffocating. The sun had gone down an hour ago and the lights of the stage were the only source of light within the vicinity. The stage was lit up and had all of the equipment set up and ready to go. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the front and center of the stage that held a microphone stand. You were going to be there. And you were going to be singing. Singing right in front of him.

Robin had invited him a few days ago when they worked their usual Tuesday shift together at Family Video.

“Hey dingus, how come you haven’t been to one of our shows yet?” Robin tossed a tape onto the counter by Steve as she walked up to the opposite side of the counter across from him. 

“I keep forgetting. Stuff just keeps coming up,” Steve shrugged, struggling to hide the pink that was now gracing his cheeks. 

“You keep forgetting or stuff keeps coming up? Sounds like excuses to me, Harrington.” Robin raised an eyebrow, shifting to lean her elbows on the countertop. 

“Whatever. When’s your next show?” Steve huffed, keeping his eyes trained on the computer. He knew Robin was grinning at him like a mad man. 

“This Friday night. It’s gonna be at the fairgrounds. We’re using that stage.” Steve could hear the smile in her voice. “8pm sharp, Steve.”

“I’ve got it,” he waved his hand, attempting to sound disinterested. 

“I know why you haven’t gone to one yet.” Steve finally turned to look at Robin, eyes narrowed at the girl. 

“Do you?” He bluffed, standing up straight.

“Y/N is our lead singer.” Robin blurted out and Steve’s eyebrows shot up. 

“That is not why– I mean why would you even? Why would that make me not go? I like Y/N.” Steve stumbled over his words, crossing his arms over his chest defensively. 

“I know you do, that’s why you’ve been avoiding her.” Robin deadpanned, standing up straighter to match Steve. He wasn’t intimidating to her. 

“I have not been avoiding her–” Steve started.

“So you admit that you like her?” Robin smirked up at him. 

“That’s not what I said, Robin.” Steve groaned, throwing his hands up in the air. 

“And you totally have, dude. She keeps asking me if she did something wrong to make you upset with her. Honestly it’s getting old and I’m tired of covering for your pathetic ass.” Robin raised her eyebrows, daring Steve to challenge her. Steve knew better. “You really hurt her, Steve. You’ve got to fix this mess.”

“I’ll go Friday, okay?” Steve sighed, letting his facade crumble. Robin’s lips turned upward and she nodded. 

“Okay.”

“Mike’s been stressing over this all week. He’s played me the bass parts for their whole set at least fifty times.” Steve turned to look at the teens beside him. “I kept telling him that he’s gonna do great. He always does,” Will was smiling and Steve was too. Steve adored how much the two boys loved each other. 

“That’s funny because I think Max maybe practiced for ten minutes before claiming that she’d do perfectly.” Lucas laughed and El nodded, a knowing smile on her face. 

“Are you excited, Steve?” Dustin was speaking up, eyes finding his own. 

“I mean yeah. Robin’s been pretty excited all week.” Steve tip-toed around your name but the teens in front of him all shared a look before El was speaking. 

“What about Y/N?” Steve swallowed, forcing a smile onto his face. He was incredibly nervous to have to actually acknowledge you because then it made all of his feelings for you real. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to have his heart shattered to pieces again. 

“She’s the lead singer, right?” He managed to get out, shoving his hands into his jean pockets. 

“Yeah! She’s insanely talented. You’re going to be blown away.” Lucas bragged for you. Steve nodded and bit the inside of his cheek. 

“I wouldn’t be surprised if she made a career out of it. She’s got what it takes.” Dustin added, elbowing Steve in the side. Steve glared at him, flicking the brim of Dustin’s hat down, blocking his vision. 

“Maybe you guys are setting the bar too high–”

“They’re not. She’s good.” Will said cooly with a shrug. Steve sucked in a breath and bit his bottom lip. Why did he ever agree to be here?

“Here they come!” El cheered, pointing towards the right of the stage. Steve watched as Eddie, Robin, Max, and Mike all walked on stage, the crowd behind them yelling and applauding. Eddie picked up his guitar, taking the far left side of the stage and earning some screams from a few girls towards the back. Mike slung his bass on, fingers skimming over the frets and Steve watched as Will leaned in farther, eyes focused on only him. Robin took her place behind the keyboard, hands messing with the knobs and buttons on the instrument. Max sat down behind the drums, picking up her sticks and twirling them. She shot a wink over to Lucas and El and the two shared a smile with one another. 

Steve furrowed his eyebrows. You weren’t there. You weren’t there. He didn’t realize he had been holding his breath till he was letting it out, shoulders falling. Maybe he had lucked out tonight. 

The lights suddenly darkened and Eddie and Mike started the first few chords, the crowd going quiet. Robin joined in, fingers dancing elegantly over the keys. Finally, Max came in, striking one cymbal and foot punching down on the bass drum. Steve held his breath. He had gotten lucky. 

“Every boy from here to Soho,” and Steve’s mouth had gone dry as your voice filtered into his head. He kept his eyes locked onto the microphone stand, now frozen. “Beautiful and smart, and not good for me at all.”

“Steve, look!” He faintly heard Dustin shout, but he was already looking. There you were, waltzing onto the stage as if you owned it. You approached the center of the stage. You still hadn’t seen him, but Steve knew that wouldn’t last long. He was smack dab in the front of the crowd, lined upped perfectly with you. 

“All your girlfriends go to film school.” You sang, placing the microphone in it’s stand as you reached it. Steve barely recognized the cheering roaring behind him at the sight of you. You looked like a completely different person. The stage lights made your skin glow in the best way possible, the normal crease between your eyebrows was gone, and you took up so much space. Steve loved this look on you. 

“Robin was in plays in high school– how bout that?” You turned, motioning to Robin behind you who shot you a wink. 

You were fully aware of Steve in the front row. You had seen him standing there before the show had even started. You had been excited that he was there, since he was your best friend and you had a massive crush on him, but he had been ignoring you for the past couple weeks now. You had cried yourself to sleep for the past week wondering what you had done wrong. You were now determined that you were going to ignore him tonight. At least that’s what you had told yourself. But when the next lyrics rolled off your tongue, your eyes met his and you glared daggers into him, hoping that he could feel the hurt and anger laced in your voice.  

“Me, I’m gonna play the imbecile, oh,” he was staring back at you, eyes wide and mouth hanging slightly open. “Who keeps choosing you even though you're bipolar and you’re selfish and I hate you–” You yelled into the microphone. You could see the guilt in his irises, but you tore your gaze away, sucking in a deep breath. 

Steve couldn’t help but stare back as your gaze pierced through him. Will had even chanced a glance at the brunette, noticing the unwavering eye contact between the two. Steve felt the breath get knocked out of him as you looked away, anger written all over your face. 

“Everyone is better than me, I think, everyone is better than me,” you turned around, strutting over to where Max was at the drumset, still singing but also sharing a moment with the red head. You weren’t going to make this about Steve. He had already robbed you of enough emotion this week.

Max grinned back at you, blue eyes twinkling in the stage lights. You smiled back, finishing the chorus and letting the rest of the band have their moment. Your friends were so unbelievably talented and you swore they never got enough credit. 

Steve watched as you danced to the music, hair a wild mess and fingers gripping the microphone you held at your side. You looked so happy and carefree. Steve was sure that he would ruin that– ruin you. He wouldn’t let himself do that. You deserved the world and he didn’t have the world to give to you. 

The instrumental quieted down and you were back at center stage, holding the microphone to your lips. Steve was dangling off the edge of a cliff, holding onto a rope, and you were the one at the top holding it; keeping him from falling. 

“Look what you’ve done, now I’m a mess.” Steve drank you in, eyes finding each other again. He could feel you sawing slowly through the rope that was holding him steady. He barely registered the tremble of his hands. 

“Are you okay?” Steve snapped his head down to see El standing beside him, worry pinched between her eyebrows. 

“Yeah–” He breathed out.

“Yeah, everyone is better than me!” Steve’s head snapped towards your voice. There you still were, eyes narrowed and locked onto him.

Your eyes flickered between him and the crowd. “Throw your hands up if you agree with me!” You were angry. You were so angry. He had treated you like you were nothing for the past two weeks and he thought he could just show up to a random Friday night concert, front row, and look upset about it. You couldn’t help but single him out. 

“Now everyone is better than me.” Steve’s ears rang, the volume of your voice making him dizzy. You were angry with him and it was all his fault. 

“I think, everyone is better than me.” Steve felt his stomach lurch and with that he was pushing past people in the crowd. He needed to get out of there. 

You watched as he disappeared into the crowd and you barely even noticed that you had dropped your microphone. The crowd of people in front of you cheered, assuming the mic drop was a part of the song as the rest of the band behind you continued to play. You stood there dumbly, blinking away tears that threatened to spill over your lash line. Steve didn’t care about you anymore. He had made that abundantly clear. 

Suddenly the stage lights were entirely too bright, the instruments accompanying you were overwhelmingly loud, and the air around you was stuffy, choking you out. You felt sick as you turned, jogging off stage quickly. You heard as the band trailed off into silence behind you, Robin’s voice filtering through the microphone in a quick apology. 

You ran until you were colliding with something, getting knocked on your ass. You hit the ground with an ‘oof’ and looked up. The breath was knocked out of your lungs as your eyes met Steve’s big, brown ones. 

“What are you doing here?” The malice in your tone was a deeper cut in the rope that Steve was holding onto. 

“I-I came here for–”

“You know what? It doesn’t even matter. Why would I care when you clearly don’t give a shit about me.” You cut him off, frustration seeping into your words. You felt the hot tears drip down your cheeks and you mentally cursed yourself. You hated that you cried when you were angry. It made you feel extremely vulnerable. 

“Y/N, listen. I know I’ve been an asshole the last two weeks,” Steve started and you shook your head, standing up and hands balling into fists at your side. Steve stayed on the ground, head tilting up to look at you. 

“Yeah, you have. I’m so glad you’ve noticed. You didn’t even tell me why, Harrington.” Steve flinched at his last name. It felt foreign coming from your lips. 

“Because I thought it would be better if I didn’t.” He admitted, standing up slowly to meet you. 

“That’s stupid, Steve. It felt like you just abandoned me.” You cried, avoiding his gaze.

“I’m sorry. I just didn’t want to get hurt.” Steve tried, avoiding the truth still. He didn’t want to outright say he was in love with you. His mouth felt impossibly dry.

“That’s selfish of you. And why would you ever think I would hurt you? I’ve known you for years, Steve! We’ve only gotten into one real argument!” You threw your hands in the air, voice cracking with emotion. 

“No, I know you would never hurt me.” Steve argued, voice rasing with yours. 

“Then why are you avoiding me like I would?” You yelled, no longer caring if anyone else would hear. You were incredibly confused and Steve wasn’t doing much to clear his name right now. 

“Because I’m in love with you!” Steve’s chest heaved and you snapped your mouth shut. The only sounds that could be heard were muted instruments and crowd. 

“Oh.” You choked out, blinking at him. And that was the final cut to the rope that held Steve there with you. Steve looked away from you finally, face crumbling and a hand running through his hair. 

“Yeah, oh.” He breathed, clenching his jaw. 

“Steve.” Your voice was gentle now and Steve wanted to look at you, but he was still falling from the rope that you had cut. He continued to look at the ground beneath him, acting as if the blades of grass beneath him were more entertaining than the girl in front of him. 

“Steve, look at me.” And you were gently grabbing his chin, turning him to face you. He begrudgingly met your stare for what seemed like the millionth time tonight. “I love you too, dumbass.” You laughed, tears watering your words down.

“You love me?” He repeated, eyes searching your face for any signs of a lie. He found none and all at once the rope that had been cut was replaced by your hand, hoisting him up and over the edge to where you were. 

“Yes. You should’ve just said something.” You smiled, tears still fresh on your cheeks. Steve decided that you looked ethereal that way. 

“I’m sorry–”

“Just kiss me? Please?” You cut him off. Steve nodded before he leaned in, lips finding their way onto yours. You melted into him, arms circling around his neck and drawing him nearer to you. His palms laid against your waist and pulled you closer, thumbs brushing against your sides gently. 

Will shushed Dustin, Lucas and El quickly as he stumbled upon the two of you kissing behind the stage. Lucas and El gasped and shared a look with each other at the sight of you two. Dustin wore a wide grin on his face.

“Dude, I told you!” Lucas whispered, punching Will playfully in the arm. “Pay up, Byers.” 

[calypsodivum]

like the beat of the heart (e.m.)

part one ● part two ● part three ● part four

summary

you and eddie must face the aftermath of your battle with vecna. will you face grief or a happy ever after?

disclaimer

gif and photos used are not mine. all credits go to their respective owners!

warnings

mentions of loss, bl00d, and depression. if you are uncomfortable with any of the topics mentioned, please don’t proceed. let me know if I missed any warnings!

a/n

thank you, thank you, thank you for all your support! this will be the last part of the series. i had so much fun writing this I hope you like it!

just like always, i used colors to differentiate dialogues!

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y/n!

eddie runs up to you, not saying another word. pain grips his heart and almost leaves him breathless but he finds the strength to carry you

hurry! get through the portal! el screams as she pours all her strength to close up the final gate.

eds, you say with a mouthful of blood. you're so beautiful.

stay with me he says as he gently taps your face, in an attempt to keep your eyes open. he's running towards his van with steve and the rest of the group, ready to rush you to the nearest hospital. please stay, don't let go.

i'll try. your breath shudders. eds, i'm cold. you say as he lays you down. will you please hold me?

he holds you tight. tears streaming down his face STEVE! HURRY UP! you hold your hand up to cup his cheek. you look ugly when you cry you chuckle. y/n, please just a bit more, okay? i can't do this without you. i heard you, you know? he starts, trying to keep you awake. every thought, i heard you. the letters you wrote me? i heard them. it's like your soul was speaking to me. like yours was calling out to mine. i don't how but I did. if you leave me like this, I won't know what to do.

wait.

what?

wait, for me eds. i have no idea how the afterlife works but wait for my soul to call out for you again, okay? I'll find my way back to you. you cough, blood gushing out of your mouth. don't, y/n. i don't have to wait. i don't want to wait.

i love you, you know that, right?

i love you too. you smile.

do you hear me now? you think to yourself, hoping eddie can hear you. you don't have the energy to talk anymore, so you take a shot. yes, I hear you. cool. so, immortality, huh? yeah, he laughs through his tears. pretty metal. eds, you're probably going to watch everyone in this van fade away. that's going to hurt. i know, sweetheart, I figured.

everyone is eyeing eddie talking to himself. he ignores them.

everyone must think you're crazy. when i'm gone, I want you to be happy, okay? impossible. i don't think i'd be happy without you. I'll find my way back, Eddie. we always find our way back, don't we?

he leans towards your lips. the final kiss.

i love you, edward munson. i'm glad it's going to be you in every lifetime. as you take your last breath.

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everything and everyone faded away. eddie stayed. eddie got to see steve build his own family. jonathan and nancy built their own. robin and vicky finally got together. he was left to watch after the kids until they weren't kids anymore. hellfire thrived with dustin passing the throne to worthy dungeon masters. eventually, Eddie lost track.

it was painful. your letters got him through everything. somehow, steve got his hands on them and gave it to him, knowing they were meant for eddie.

he started writing letters too. his heavy heart became significantly lighter with every letter he wrote.

y/n, it's been 18 years. i'm starting to think you already forgot about me. I'm still here. I'll wait forever if I have to. i miss you. hawkins is so different now. everything confuses me. there's this thing called an iPod. apparently, it's going to replace cassettes. i beg to disagree. there's so much change happening around me. there's also this thing called a cellphone. people use it to call each other, like a telephone but you can keep it in your pockets. rad, huh? i can't wait to see you again. i'll wait another lifetime if this isn't the one.

don't worry. I'm not sad. i've learned a lot through the years. i've learned how to cope. grief, i realized, is really just love. lost love, to be precise. it doesn't have a home--yet. it's love unspent. sometimes, it gathers as a lump in my throat, streams of tears, and mostly a sharp pain in my chest. grief is just my heart aching to be with you again. when our paths cross again, be ready. I'm not letting you go again, i'll go with you wherever you go. you're going to find me annoying. so bear with me, okay?

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one ticket for saw, and a bucket of popcorn, please.

hurry up! the movie is about to start!

jesus h christ! let me get some candy first, goddamn!

eddie whips his head towards the all-too-familiar voice. the very voice he hears in his sleep.

excuse me, can i get two packs of m&m's, please. thanks

there you were. in the flesh. eddie is frozen. you scan the man in front of you.

do i know you? i feel like i've seen you before.

i've met you, a lifetime ago. no, i don't think we've met.

y/n. you hold your hand out. he takes it almost immediately.

eddie, nice to meet you.

he notices your shirt. hellfire. it looks different but still recognizable.

is that a d&d shirt?

how did you know?

y/n! hurry the fuck up!

HOLD ON! you shot an angry look at one of your friends and then turn your head back to eddie but yeah, proud dungeon master here.

you smile.

well, i'll see you around, eddie.