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[orithereticent]

You fully gave me brainworms(/pos) with the last post and I have a thought that only just registered. Ashley and I had been talking the other day about the reality of post S1 MI I going by their names again and or being back in town if their families are still alive and with that in mind:

Adds a whole nother layer to the scene in Beware the Scarebear when Ricky tries to get the kids arrested and in general if he’s Quinlan and Mayor Nettles’ cousin. Because while we have no clue about the parents, we do know that those two are alive and in Crystal Cove to find out “Hey MI didn’t die when they disappeared and they’ve all changed in bad ways(minus Cassidy) since then!”

Oh yeah! (I had this idea like a year ago and never did anything with it.)

I'm sort of picturing their dynamic as Quin being the youngest at like 12, Janet being the middle at 14, and Ricky being the oldest at 16/17 when he disappeared. But Ricky babysat them a lot when they were young, particularly Quin. He occasionally brought them with him on mysteries much to the annoyance of Brad, Judy, and Pericles. Cassidy didn't mind but worried about them getting hurt.

Quin always had anxiety, but her anxiety worsened, because her older cousin, who she thought was so brave and capable, vanished without a trace. It affected her severely into her adulthood, and once she learned what had become of Ricky, she freaked, badly. She called Janet right away, and Janet came over to help calm her down.

Janet spent a long time searching for Ricky as a teenager, but once she was a bit older, came to the conclusion that he had died. She left Crystal Cove and never really wanted to come back, but the real reason she did was because of how scared Quin was, and Quin refused to leave. Anyway, she learns that Ricky is alive before Quin, and doesn't tell her. She's very angry about it, and very nearly slaps him when he shows up at the police station, but keeps her calm. Ricky, who is so consumed by the curse at that point, doesn't even really register that Janet is his little cousin. Janet did however, talk to Cassidy, and Cassidy explained a little bit.

Pretty much as soon as Ricky left the sheriff's office, and she was able to leave, she went to go stay with Quin for the night. Just so angry at what her cousin had become, poisoning the environment, and hurting children.

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they are like puppies. 2 me

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*Married life playing in the background

This idea was probably funnier in my head

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🌿 "fields of dreamless solitude" 🌿

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horror of 2024

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been replaying the Portal series I think this is where its heading

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big mood

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meow

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The Breaking Point - Part 2! <3

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wuthering heights retold as a series of airbnb reviews

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You'd think after getting your dear daycare attendant out of the Pizzaplex you would live happily ever after, hm?

look who changed their mind to post the whole thing together oops

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happy pride guys

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Steddie. 910 words. friends to lovers but they have to fight about it first.

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“No, it can’t be Wednesday, that’s when Max has therapy.”  Steve sighed, bent over his planner and chewing on the end of his pen.  He felt like a bedraggled father of seven.  He kind of was.

“Well, it can’t be Friday, unless I skip therapy.”  Eddie responded, also bent over his planner, though his was just a spiral notebook.  Steve could never grasp how Eddie managed to keep himself organized with just that.

"You're not skipping therapy," Steve rubbed his temple, “What about Thursday?”

“Steve, come on, that’s when Coffin has practice. After Doug gets off work, remember?  He has to teach Mike the baseline for the new song or we’re never gonna be ready for our show in May.”

Steve let out another sigh.

“You can’t move it?” Steve asked

“Oh, I can move band practice but you can’t move your practice with Lucas?”

“I can’t help that we have to rent a batting cage!  It was the only slot they had!”

“What happened to basketball?  When did he start baseball?”  Eddie asked, brow furrowed in confusion.

“Oh, I get shit if I can’t remember when your band practices, but it’s fine if you forget an entire conversation we had about him playing both? Fucking double standards.”

“Well shit I’m so sorry Steve!  I can’t know every little thing all seven of these shit-heads are doing at all times.  Besides, when was the last time you came to one of Will’s campaigns, huh?  Or does D&D not matter as much as sports?”

“I went to the last one!”

“It was last week Steve! No, you didn’t!  You were with Hopper researching trucks!”

“Well shit, I guess I’ll just buy a van that barely runs like you!  Then we’ll really be able to get the kids where they need to go!”

“Do NOT bring my van into this!”

“You brought my truck into it!”

“Fuck you!”

“Well fuck you too!”

Steve slammed his planner shut and stood up from the table, his legs hitting the side and sending the salt and pepper shakers clattering over.  Eddie Shoved the table back, but Steve had already stepped out from behind it, halfway to the trailer door.

When he slammed the screen door behind him, the damp, spring night air hit his overheated face and he slowed, one foot hanging over the first step off the porch.  He stood there, looking out at the mist hanging in the trees, catching the last rays of the setting sun, and took a deep breath.

This was stupid.  He and Eddie were supposed to be planning a birthday party for Dustin.  They had started off so excited about it.  It was going to be Star Wars themed.  They found a bakery that would decorate a cake with R2 and C-3PO.  They had already bought decorations at Melvald’s.  Eddie had even gone as far as creating a one-shot Star Wars themed campaign, which was a feat.  Eddie was a nerd but he didn’t dabble in Sci-fi as much as Dustin.  So, he and Steve had rented all three movies and watched them until 2 in the morning, taking notes and planning.

All of that had gone fine.  Great even.  He and Eddie had never been closer, and Eddie was worming his way into Steve’s heart with how much he cared about the kids.

And that was it, wasn’t it.  Between them, they cared about the kids so much that they wanted to make sure everyone was covered. Everyone was involved. Ever since Eddie had joined the party things had gotten easier.  Mike had his place in Corroded Coffin.  Max had Steve to help her with her therapy.  They both took the kids to the arcade on Sunday nights and went off in the corner to play pinball, laughing about stupid things that happened in high school and talking about what they wanted in the future.  Planning to move out of Hawkins together if it killed them.

Things were better with Eddie.  Steve felt so much more connected, so much more wanted because of him.

Somewhere in the trees a cicada started chirping.  Steve took another deep breath just as the door opened behind him.

“Steve?”  Eddie’s voice floated out the screen door.  Soft with a hint of some deep emotion, too mixed to put a name on.

Steve turned around to Eddie with his hand on the door, skull and cross bone pajama pants and the warm glow of the living room lamp behind him.

“I’m in love with you.”  Steve finally said, somewhere between resigned and amazed, barely having time to process the revelation himself.

Eddie was out the screen door as fast as his damaged legs could carry him, wrapping his arms around Steve and pressing his face into his neck.

“Been waiting for you, Stevie.”  Eddie pressed into his skin, voice thick with emotion.

“Took me a minute to catch up.”  Steve replied with a derisive chuckle.

Eddie pulled back and pressed a kiss to Steve’s lips, quick and warm before smiling.  “Worth the wait.”

“Sap.”  Steve grinned before kissing Eddie again.

When they finally broke apart Eddie grabbed Steve’s hand, pulling him back into the trailer.  “Come on, lover boy, we’ve got a birthday to plan.”

“Lover boy?”  Steve deadpanned, though he couldn’t stop a stupid smile from growing.

“Would you prefer stud muffin?”  Eddie asked as Steve shut the door, “Or sugar lips!”  Steve’s laugh could be heard through the trailer window, mixing with the cicadas in the growing night.

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Peepaw Starlo struggles. Autism 2 autism communication struggles.

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saw a billboard advertising a low calorie pasta as having "the same amount of calories as a salad." brother if you saw the salads i ate you'd hurl