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Byler Will Byers & Mike Wheeler, Stranger Things

Steddie Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson, Stranger Things

Destiel -2 Dean Winchester & Castiel, Supernatural

Blackbonnet Blackbeard & Stede Bonnet, Our Flag Means Death

Ronance Robin Buckley & Nancy Wheeler, Stranger Things

Buddie +2 Evan Buckley & Edmundo Diaz, 9-1-1

Lumity -5 Luz Noceda & Amity Blight, The Owl House

Nandermo Nandor the Relentless & Guillermo de la Cruz, What We Do In The Shadows

Geraskier +11 Geralt of Rivia & Jaskier, The Witcher

Piltover's Finest Caitlyn Kiramman & Vi, Arcane

Hannigram -1 Hannibal Lecter & Will Graham, Hannibal

Supercorp -5 Kara Danvers & Lena Luthor, Supergirl

Ladynoir +10 Ladybug & Chat Noir, Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir

Huntlow Hunter & Willow Park, The Owl House

Adrienette +15 Adrien Agreste & Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir

Bakudeku -12 Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Boku no Hero Academia

Wangxian -3 Lan Wangji & Wei Wuxian, Mo Dao Zu Shi

Ineffable Husbands +8 Aziraphale & Crowley, Good Omens

Symbrock +12 Venom (symbiote) & Eddie Brock, the Marvel universe

Dreamling Dream of the Endless & Hob Gadling, The Sandman

Daemon x Rhaenyra Daemon Targaryen & Rhaenyra Targaryen, House of the Dragon

Marichat +11 Marinette Dupain-Cheng & Chat Noir, Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir

Tomgreg Tom Wambsgans & Greg Hirsch, Succession

Wolfstar -3 Remus Lupin & Sirius Black, the Harry Potter universe

Patpran Pat & Pran, Bad Buddy

Jayvik Jayce & Viktor, Arcane

Kathony Kate Sharma & Anthony Bridgerton, Bridgerton

Raeda +49 Raine Whispers & Eda Clawthorne, The Owl House

Merthur +7 Merlin & Arthur Pendragon, Merlin

Stucky -19 Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes, the Marvel universe

Harringrove +37 Steve Harrington & Billy Hargrove, Stranger Things

Lumax Lucas Sinclair & Max Mayfield, Stranger Things

Narumitsu +9 Phoenix Wright & Miles Edgeworth, Ace Attorney

Drarry -12 Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter, the Harry Potter universe

Imodna Imogen Temult & Laudna, Critical Role

Jonmartin -18 Jonathan Sims & Martin Blackwood, The Magnus Archives

Twiyor Loid Forger & Yor Forger, SPY x FAMILY

Catradora -29 Catra & Adora, She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

Elmax Eleven & Max Mayfield, Stranger Things

Hualian +15 Hua Cheng & Xie Lian, Tian Guan Ci Fu

Percabeth +19 Percy Jackson & Annabeth Chase, the Percy Jackson universe

Cockles -15 Misha Collins & Jensen Ackles, actors

Jegulus James Potter & Regulus Black, the Harry Potter universe

Superbat Superman & Batman, the DC Universe

Villaneve Villanelle & Eve Polastri, Killing Eve

Nick x Charlie Nick Nelson & Charlie Spring, Heartstopper

Solangelo -6 Will Solace & Nico di Angelo, the Percy Jackson universe

Dreamnotfound -43 Dreamwastaken & GeorgeNotFound, streamers

Satosugu +41 Gojo Satoru & Geto Suguru, Jujutsu Kaisen

Thasmin Thirteenth Doctor & Yasmin Khan, Doctor Who

Drukkari Druig & Makkari, Eternals

Sasunaru +26 Uchiha Sasuke & Uzumaki Naruto, Naruto

Suselle Susie & Noelle, Deltarune

Eddissy Eddie Munson & Chrissy Cunningham, Stranger Things

Sterek -11 Stiles Stilinski & Derek Hale, Teen Wolf

Tarlos -18 TK Strand & Carlos Reyes, 9-1-1: Lone Star

Spirk +14 Spock & James Kirk, Star Trek

Fexi Fez & Lexi Howard, Euphoria

Jopper Joyce Byers & Jim Hopper, Stranger Things

Jikook -45 Park Jimin & Jeon Jungkook, BTS

Chenford +38 Lucy Chen & Tim Bradford, The Rookie

Sambucky -59 Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes, the Marvel universe

Zukka -47 Zuko & Sokka, Avatar: The Last Airbender

Obikin +36 Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker, the Star Wars universe

Ladrien +28 Ladybug & Adrien Agreste, Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir

Dinluke -42 Din Djarin & Luke Skywalker, The Star Wars universe

Bumbleby -50 Yang Xiao Long & Blake Belladonna, RWBY

Shadowgast -33 Caleb Widogast & Essek Thelyss, Critical Role

Sonadow Sonic & Shadow, Sonic the Hedgehog

MileApo Mile Phakphum & Apo Nattawin, Actors

Klance -32 Keith & Lance, Voltron: Legendary Defender

Kanej -38 Kaz Brekker & Inej Ghafa, Shadow and Bone

Yennskier Yennefer of Vengerberg & Jaskier, The Witcher

Sashannarcy Sasha Waybright, Anne Boonchuy & Marcy Wu, Amphibia

Loustat Louis de Pointe du Lac & Lestat de Lioncourt, Interview with the Vampire

Batcat Batman & Catwoman, The Batman

Codywan +7 Commander Cody & Obi-Wan Kenobi, Star Wars: The Clone Wars

Jancy Jonathan Byers & Nancy Wheeler, Stranger Things

Kiribaku -54 Kirishima Eijirou & Bakugou Katsuki, Boku No Hero Academia

Harlivy -11 Harley Quinn & Poison Ivy, the DC Universe

Kinn x Porsche Kinn Theerapanyakul & Porsche Kittisawasd, KinnPorsche

Soukoku Nakahara Chuuya & Dazai Osamu, Bungou Stray Dogs

Jargyle Argyle & Jonathan Byers, Stranger Things

Korrasami -52 Korra & Asami Sato, The Legend of Korra

Stolitz Stolas & Blitzo, Helluva Boss

Damianya Damian Desmond & Anya Forger, SPY x FAMILY

Spideypool Spider-Man & Deadpool, the Marvel universe

Dramione -43 Draco Malfoy & Hermione Granger, the Harry Potter universe

Zutara -61 Zuko & Katara, Avatar: The Last Airbender

Mileven Mike Wheeler & Eleven, Stranger Things

Marcanne Marcy Wu & Anne Boonchuy, Amphibia

Zelink -55 Zelda & Link, The Legend of Zelda

Sasharcy Sasha Waybright & Marcy Wu, Amphibia

Griddlehark Gideon Nav & Harrowhark Nonagesimus, The Locked Tomb series

Tomdaya Tom Holland & Zendaya, actors

Johnlock -45 John Watson & Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock

Jily -9 James Potter & Lily Evans, the Harry Potter series

Calliette Calliope Burns & Juliette Fairmont, First Kill

Malex -19 Michael Guerin & Alex Manes, Roswell, New Mexico

Serirei Serizawa Katsuya & Reigen Arataka, Mob Psycho 100

The number in italics indicates how many spots a ship moved up or down from the previous year. The ones in bold weren’t on the list last year.

#year in review #ships #tumblr2022

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slasherbvnnie · 2 years

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Until We Found You | Part V

Part V is finally out!! I enjoyed writing this one a lot! I still have some more chapters in mind, especially for the big reveal. Not sure how many I can write out, but I don’t see it happening anytime soon. Sorry it’s a bit short this time! The next part is going to be longer. As usual, heed the tags

Modern Day College Scream AU, Obsessed AFAB!Reader, Eventual Poly!Ghostface x reader, Eventual NSFW, All characters 18+

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX

word count: 1836

“Don’t you know the trope of never having sex in horror films?” The other line asked you, making you laugh, “you didn’t kill me the first time, why would it be any different now?” You asked as you sat out on your front porch, taking a seat on the bench outside. “What if someone else made you star in their movie, huh? Wouldn’t you be part of their film instead,” they said as you laughed, “yeah, but then it could be some big cross over. Like alien versus predator or king kong and Godzilla, I would kinda like to see that, my two boys fighting for protecting me.” You teased as they chuckled.

“I heard you wanted both of us there tonight,” they hummed, making you smile, “so you’re the one who makes the calls?” you asked before continuing, “I want you both here…alongside a new lingerie outfit too, you boys are really racking up a total. You two should take me shopping sometime.” You suggested playfully, wishing that you could go out in public with the two. “Maybe someday,” they said, sounding a little more somber now. “Will you two ever let me know who you are?” You asked, it had been on your mind lately, but the silence gave you your answer. “I guess you still can’t trust me, huh? It’s fine, I’ll find a way to prove it to you two.” You said, hearing another phone call coming in. “I have to let you go now, one of my friends is calling, I’ll see you two tonight, right?” You questioned, “we’ll be a little later tonight but don’t worry, we’ll be there.” They promised you before hanging up. Y

ou smiled, answering the new call coming in. “Hey! Me and Stu were gonna head out for lunch soon, did you wanna join? Sid’s gonna call Billy to see if he wanted to go,” Tatum’s voice said, you debated for a moment before agreeing. “Great! Me and Stu will pick you up, we can pick up Randy too afterwards,” she said as you hummed. “Sounds good, I’ll get ready now,” You said, hanging up after saying goodbye. Your eyes lingered out into the street, you couldn’t help but feel as if there was someone watching you, wondering if your secret stalker was watching over you right now. Part of you wished they’d just come out and reveal themselves to you, pull off their mask and show you their faces. You let out a sigh, getting up from the bench and heading back inside the house to get ready.By the time Stu’s car pulled up to your driveway you were ready, hair and outfit finished along with just the right amount of makeup for you.

You could hear the music playing from outside, wondering at which point in time Stu would finally lose his hearing, you gave him another 10 good years. You texted your parents that you were going out with your group again, promising them to be home before curfew. Curfew had bummed you out recently, you made a mental note to tell your masked killers that you were mad at them for making Woodsboro go under a curfew, everything sucked now that nothing was open past 6. “Hey Macher, calm it with the stereo,” you said as Stu chuckled, “can’t help it, I like making my presence known,” he said as he turned up the music louder. You rolled your eyes, chatting with Tatum as you all headed to pick up the others.

Sid and Billy met you at the restaurant, already sitting down at a booth when you all arrived. It was about an hour later, everyone finished with their food and just spending time chatting about whatever came up. “Did you guys hear about Oliver?” Randy asked as Tatum nodded, “Dewey said it was even worse than Casey and Steve, said you couldn’t recognize him at all,” she added in as your eyebrows furrowed. “Sid said the neighbors tried getting the killer, did Dewey say anything about that?” You questioned as Tatum shook her head, “no, he said the neighbor tried to shoot at them but they missed. Said they took off into the woods,” she said, you growing worried if they had been hurt. They didn’t mention anything on the phone so you assumed they weren’t, making you relax a bit. “Maybe it was your mystery date,” Randy teased, making you glare at him, “I mean we were talking about him yesterday, maybe your boyfriend got mad about him and decided to off him as some romantic present,” he added as you laughed. “Right, cause I totally want to be an accomplice,” you joked as you rolled your eyes, but you did wonder if that was true.

Oliver had bullied others as well, so you didn’t put it past them to have also been one of his victims. Though, the thought that they did it for you made your heart beat faster. “I think you cracked the code Meeks,” Billy teased, noticing your reddening cheeks, “are you all forgetting she was almost killed by them?” Sidney brought up as Stu hummed, “well she is still alive, maybe Randy was right with them doing it to cover up their tracks,” he said as you scoffed. “Can you jackasses back off before I take my turn at you?” You said jokingly, waving the butterknife on your plate around playfully.

Later that night you sat in bed, rewatching the Texas Chainsaw Massacre on your laptop with Irena purring and fast asleep on your lap. You snacked on some popcorn as you watched the movie, looking to your side as you saw Tatum calling you. You hit pause on the movie and answered as you ate another piece of popcorn, “whats up, Tate?” You asked as she quickly spoke, “holy shit! They almost got the killer!” she yelled into the phone, making you sit up. “What?” You questioned as she laughed. “The killer! They were going after some of Oliver’s friends. They were having a celebration for him and one of the guys actually fucking stabbed them! Dewey said they were chasing them down but lost them a few moments ago, they said the police are gonna be waiting at the hospital incase anyone comes in with a stab wound,” she said, you carefully moved Irena off your lap and set your laptop on your vanity as you looked out your window. You could see the black outfit moving and struggling to climb up, “shit, that’s awesome Tate, let me know if Dewey calls you again, I’m gonna go tell my parents,” You spoke, hanging up the phone and putting it down as you pushed your window open.

“Seriously? Going after the whole fucking football team?” You asked angrily, putting your hand out to help them inside. You shut the window after they got in, seeing them collapse onto the floor. “Shit, hold on,” You said as you rushed to your bathroom, grabbing the first aid kit and rushing back to their side. You were about to lift up the robe before they grabbed your wrist, pushing your hand away. You felt a little hurt that they still didn’t trust you, but pointed in the direction of the restroom. “You can patch yourself up in there, my friend said the police are going to be at the hospital, you can’t go,” you said, seeing the flashing of police lights pass by outside. “Is the other one okay?” You questioned them, getting a nod as they hubbled to the bathroom. After half an hour they emerged from the bathroom, taking a seat on your desk chair. “Are you okay? Did the bleeding stop?” You fretted over them, getting a nod as they motioned you over. They grabbed your wrist, holding your hand up to their chest so you could feel their steady heartbeat. You relaxed before pushing on their chest, huffing at them. “The whole fucking football team, you’re actually fucking crazy,” you huffed out before gently rubbing where you had pushed them. “The other one, he got away okay?” You asked, smiling when you got another nod. “You can stay as long as you need tonight, the police are probably out searching for you,” you said, sighing softly as you looked to them. “Don’t think I forgot about that lingerie set either, it was pretty expensive,” you said jokingly, earning a laugh from behind their mask. “I’m gonna head to bed, I have an exam tomorrow,” you said, giving a little kiss to their mask. “If you wanna join at least take off your clothes, I won’t look, I promise. You can even blindfold me if you don’t trust me,” you offered, heading to bed. They followed after you, you laid down and closed your eyes, facing them so they could see that you weren’t looking. They began to shuffle out of the costume, going to your door and locking it before heading back to your bed. They laid down behind you, wrapping their arms around you and holding you close.

You fell asleep easily in their hold, relaxing in their arms throughout the night. A few hours later you woke up to muffled voices in the bathroom, you sat up and rubbed your eyes as you looked to see the morning sunlight lighting up your room. “I’m fine, just spent the night at her place,” you heard coming from the bathroom, your groggy mind a bit too slow to recognize they weren’t using the voice changer. You did your best to not pay attention, not wanting to betray their trust by finding out who they were too soon. You laid down again, closing your eyes when you heard the door open. You felt their hand tracing your face before they planted little kisses on your cheeks before planting a soft and loving one to your lips. They pulled away and pulled the mask on before tapping you, you pretended to stir awake, blinking up at them. “You’re leaving?” You asked as they nodded, “be safe, okay? I would rather prefer finding out who you are when you trust me and not through some Gale Weathers interview,” you said as you leaned up, planting a little kiss on their mask just like last night. “Be safe, both of you,” you said as they nodded and began to climb out your window.

An hour later Tatum came to pick you up in her little red beetle, driving both of you to class. You met up with Sid and Stu, who had his arm wrapped around Tatum. “Where’s Billy at today?” Tatum asked as Sid sighed, “said he came down with a major stomach bug. He said he was sick all night and didn’t even sleep, his dad told him to head to the doctor instead of class,” she said as you turned towards Sidney. Stu became aware of your glance at her, his eyes widening in surprise when you made eye contact with him.

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deadincel · 2 years

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who gives a

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welcome!

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about me !

i’m 19 years old

not much to say other than that i post a lot about the scream franchise, but i will occasionally post from other horror media as well

expect to see a lot of posts about scream V and VI! the main characters i post about are the teens from both movies + richie and sam, but i will likely also post a lot about ghostfaces from the past movies

obviously as you know this blog is not spoiler free

i love to chat and make friends! my inbox is always open to talk about the franchise and its characters

writing guidelines

i do not take fic requests but i do take drabble/headcanon requests in my inbox!

i do not write insert reader. i only write ships with canon characters (mainly slash or femslash), so PLEASE do not request any x!reader/oc content! i will ignore it

but with that being said, im extremely lenient when it comes to multishipping and will write just about anyone! the main ships youre likely to find are chad/ethan, tara/amber, chad/tara, mindy/anika, and stu/billy. honorable mentions are gale/dewey and jill/kirby. i do hc amber as a lesbian and ethan as gay, so only you will only find femslash/slash with those characters

i am not a smut writer so do not ask for smut requests! i only write implied/medium nsfw content

a lot of my content may be dark and contain triggering/squicky topics so PLEASE HEED MY TAGS before reading anything! i especially warn that my works will often depict unhealthy/unstable relationships between couples, friends, siblings etc…

other major warnings include graphic violence, abuse, manipulation, dubcon (usually implied), and major character death. i consider myself a horror writer and do not write these topics for romanticization purposes.

i think that just about covers it! if you have any questions feel free to dm/ask me!

#pinned #intro #masterlist

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fanfabled · 6 months

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𝗪𝗛𝗢 𝗪𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗜 𝗕𝗘 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙏 𝙔𝙊𝙐, 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙏 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙈?

this is an independent , selective , and private rp blog for 𝙺𝙴𝙸𝙺𝙾 , a kyoshi warrior oc from 𝙰𝚅𝙰𝚃𝙰𝚁: 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚃 𝙰𝙸𝚁𝙱𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 . adheres primarily to the cartoon and comics with some personal interpretation . contains themes such as violence , torture , death , war , colonization , and prisoners of war . adored by viv, 26, she/they .

a study in : tba .

pinterest . playlist . interest tracker .

==RULE I.== Please don’t pressure me into replying or interacting. Roleplaying is my hobby, not my job, and I have a life outside of the internet that is more important. I work full-time and have ADHD and a chronic illness, so I will reply when I reply. If you bother me about threads then you’ll get yourself soft-blocked.

==RULE II.== No god-modding. That's obvious. Don’t make decisions on my character’s behalf and don’t write for them. They’re mine for a reason.

==RULE III.== This blog is private, meaning I only interact with people who follow me and whom I follow back (aka MUTUALS). It’s nothing personal, just for comfort reasons and for me to curate my rp experience how I like. Please don’t send ask memes, like starter calls, or spam-like my posts if I have not followed you back, or this will get you blocked.

==RULE IV.== Absolutely NO insta-shipping. We have to have at least talked about it because I want the muses I ship with to have chemistry with mine. If you're interested in shipping, please fill out my interest tracker or message me directly, as I prefer for us to first plot out their dynamic and then get into the shipping aspects later.

==RULE V.== Keiko is underage through the duration of the show, therefore I will not write NSFW on this blog, even if I am writing in a verse where she is an adult. This is a personal preference and not meant to shame those who enjoy writing NSFW. It is for my comfort and I know how to curate my experience on Tumblr accordingly.

==RULE VI.== Considering the nature of this blog and the universe it lives in, this blog will contain darker content. This includes mentions of violence, torture, death, war, colonization, and prisoners of war. Please be cautious if you follow. Direct mentions of these things will be tagged accordingly.

==RULE VII.== I do not reblog callouts nor do I participate in the action of calling people out via post. I struggle with a lot of anxiety and dash-drama is very bad for my mental health, so if you are a person who reblogs a lot of callout posts, I will unfollow you for my own sake. I will not engage with dash drama. I also reserve the right to unfollow anyone who is engaging persistently in drama.

==RULE VIII.== I will not interact with any characters from 13rw, ahs, billy hargrove, or historical figure roleplay blogs.

==RULE X.== I understand the need for DNI lists for one's safety, unfortunately I might miss your list on your blog when I do my initial scan. If we are mutuals and I follow or interact with someone who makes you feel unsafe, please reach out to me directly and I am open to chat about it!

==Mun info.== Howdy! My name is Viv, I am 26 years old and use she/they pronouns. Timezone is PST. I currently work full-time and am managing a chronic illness and ADHD so unfortunately my activity on tumblr is not always consistent. I am very responsive on Discord and that is the best place to contact me!

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fanfought · 7 months

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𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙰𝙽 𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝙻 , 𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝙰 𝙶𝙾𝙳 .

this is an independent , selective , and private rp blog for 𝚂𝚄𝙺𝙸 , from 𝙰𝚅𝙰𝚃𝙰𝚁: 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚃 𝙰𝙸𝚁𝙱𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 . adheres primarily to the cartoon and comics with some personal interpretation . contains themes such as violence , torture , death , war , colonization , and prisoners of war . adored by viv, 26, she/they .

a study in : tba .

pinterest . playlist . interest tracker .

==RULE II.== No god-modding. That's obvious. Don’t make decisions on my character’s behalf and don’t write for them. They’re mine for a reason.

==RULE V.== Suki is underage through the duration of the show, therefore I will not write NSFW on this blog, even if I am writing in a verse where she is an adult. This is a personal preference and not meant to shame those who enjoy writing NSFW. It is for my comfort and I know how to curate my experience on Tumblr accordingly.

==RULE VIII.== I will not interact with any characters from 13rw, ahs, billy hargrove, or historical figure roleplay blogs.

==Mun info.== Howdy! My name is Viv, I am 26 years old and use she/they pronouns. Timezone is PST. I currently work full-time and am managing a chronic illness so unfortunately my activity on tumblr is not always consistent. I am very responsive on Discord and that is the best place to contact me!

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thespectralvision · 3 years

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Flufftober 2021 - 18. Costumes

Part of the @flufftober2021 challenge, featuring Wanda, Vision, and the Minimoffs. You can also read this on Ao3 HERE

Rating: PG/Teen

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x The Vision

Characters: The (White) Vision, Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: Mentions of adult humour

Other: This and the other one-shots I’m doing for this collection are set in my wider Paprika series and most of them take place after my WIP Working Theory where the White Vision has reunited with Wanda and they have gotten their children back and have ended up adopting a young synthezoid, Viv.

Summary: Vision isn’t that into Halloween but he knows his family enjoy the holiday. Wanda tries to find them some fun couples costume ideas.

Vision’s opinions on Halloween may have been inspired by Paul’s Halloween rant

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“Alright, go find something you like and find your father and I once you’re done.” Wanda gives the three youngest members of the Maximoff household a final stern look as they enter the seasonal Halloween shop and adds “And behave.” It doesn’t really have to be said, all three tend to conduct themselves well in public, but Vision knows from previous experience sometimes a gentle reminder that he and Wanda are watching is needed. Especially when they are excited.

“Yes Mom.”

“Ok!”

“Affirmative!”

Vision nearly misses the chorus of responses from their children as they dash off down an aisle, distracted himself by the brightly coloured Halloween displays ahead. He has to admit – he’s not a huge fan of the holiday. He doesn’t dislike it per-say, but the appeal of pretending to be someone else for a day is perhaps lost on him. His entire life in public is spent pretending to be human, something he is not, and wearing a costume of sorts in an effort to blend in. While he is free to just be himself at home and with friends, he long ago learned that a purple-skinned, now stark white, synthezoid drew extra and unwanted attention. Not to mention the newly added worry of watching three children as they go out in the streets in search of candy – surely he could just purchase them each a large bag of sugary treats and be done with it.

Halloween is important to Wanda however, and to Tommy, Billy, and Viv, and he is not going to be the one to ruin his family’s fun. The kids have been chatting excitedly about ideas since they were informed they would be attending an event with their friends. Wanda also has a gleam in her eye that Vision suspects means she’s got something planned for the two of them as well. While the knowledge is hazy, memories of that ‘Halloween’ in Westview fragmented as they are, he does not need them to recall how much Wanda enjoys getting him into - and out of – various outfits.

“You know Vizh, while the kids are finding their costumes we can find something for us too. Pepper did say adults are encouraged to dress up and I was talking with Sam who has something big planned.” Wanda’s tone is casual but her eyes tell Vision he’s already lost this battle. While Pepper made it clear there was no obligation for the adults attending the Stark Industries sponsored Halloween event he suspects he will hear about it if he chooses not to wear one.

He follows his wife towards a section of the store that appears to be marked for adults and frowns at a display of unlicensed ‘Avengers’ costumes that appear to be a centerpiece. He knows that the average person enjoys dressing up as their heroes – both fictional and real. Captain America, Iron Man, even the Hulk are popular choices, something the team used to tease one another about back in the day. More recently he’s seen Spider-Man trending too, something Vision knows young Peter Parker is both embarrassed and secretly thrilled by. Seeing masks in his own likeness leave something of a bad taste in his mouth however, and Vision is thankful that his current appearance does not seem to have the same appeal. Wanda wrinkles her nose when she sees it too, a reaction Vision finds curious but appreciates. Somehow he doubts she will suggest they dress up as themselves or their friends.

“I...what did you have in mind, Wanda?”

“Mmmm, I’m not sure yet. I was thinking we could browse while the kids are looking and see what catches our eyes.” Fingers entwine with Vision’s own and he catches a reflection of them in the mirror nearby. Thankfully they look nothing like the images on the brightly coloured costume packaging right now – just an average, human-looking couple out for some errands. Wanda studies their reflection too and Vision gets the impression she is imagining him in some of the costumes appearing on the posters around the room.

After a moment Wanda steps forward and Vision follows her, still hand in hand. He lets her lead him down the aisle before she stops, breaking out in the girlish giggles he knows means she’s going to suggest something ridiculous. Looking at the wall in front of them however, it appears as though ridiculous is the only option on display and he’s not certain what has his wife so amused.

“What was it that horrible tabloid called me that one time? Right after we announced we were together...” Vision frowns, brow furrowed as he tries to search through his memory banks and recall the article in question. While processing the data he looks up at the outfits hanging above where they’ve stopped and gives his wife an incredulous look. When the store had said this was the adult costume section he had not expected things to be so...well...adult.

“‘Socket lover!’ That was it…You were so upset about it and didn’t Tony end up suing them for libel?” Vision finds himself at a loss, not sure how to process what he is seeing nor Wanda’s reaction. The image on the bag shows a couple, a woman wearing what appears to be a large fabric box in the shape of a power socket and the man with her apparently an electrical plug with the prongs extruding from the pelvic region. It’s...lewd. And now that Wanda mentions it he does recall that article. ‘Socket lover’ had been one of the kinder things it had to say about he and Wanda’s early relationship. The author had also reduced his existence to ‘sentient vibrator’ and it had taken days for Wanda to convince him she did not feel that way.

“And look, this set is even called ‘Power Couple.” Isn’t that what we are?” His wife is still laughing as she inspects the packaging further and Vision hopes she is not being serious. He hates having to put his foot down with her but he will. This is insulting to them both.

“Wanda I’m not sure-”

“I’m only joking Vizh. It made me laugh, I know we aren’t going to do something like that. I know how sensitive you were about that whole situation, I had almost forgotten until I saw this.” She squeezes his hand and looks up with a bright smile and Vision finds himself returning it, despite his apprehension about Halloween costumes in general. The entire costume is a terrible walking pun, but given their personal history he can understand why Wanda would think the two of them wearing something like this was funny.

“It is rather humorous, isn’t it? I don’t think something like this would be appropriate for taking children Trick or Treating however.”

“No, you’re right. Let’s see what else they have.” Vision is led away yet again, glancing around to see if anything catches his eye. Most of the items are similar to the first costume, being some sort of pun for sex. Even given how healthy his life is in that regard he can’t understand human’s obsession with such a basic need.

Wanda eventually stops on a new row and Vision is pleased to find more family-friendly offerings. A taco and hot-sauce packet, mustard and ketchup bottles, a donut and coffee stand out as some of the sillier options, and across from them he finds more traditional and understated fare. A knight and princess, various eras of vintage-inspired looks, vampires, witches, ghosts and ghouls. He chooses to ignore the rather tasteless robot costume he also spots nearby. While his back is turned he hears Wanda laughing softly to herself and finds himself curious. When he finds her looking at a row of oddly religious costumes he is confused more than anything.

“Sexy nun and naughty priest? I’m sure someone would be offended now that I’m known publicly as the Scarlet Witch.” Wanda drops her voice low to avoid being overheard by some of the other couples browsing nearby.

“I’m not sure my own experiences of dying and being brought back to life would work well with the religious implications of wearing this either.” Vision agrees. Wanda pauses, looking thoughtful, and shrugs.

“I’m sure you’d look great though. Always so prim and proper; you would pull it off.” Vision isn’t sure if that is a compliment and chooses not to comment. “Did you see anything over there?”

“Hm, no. I don’t think so. Unless we want to be quite literal and choose a witch and a robot as our costumes.” Vision gestures to the various options. “Maybe the children can offer a suggestion?” It’s a risk – the probability of the boys finding something horribly embarrassing for their parents to wear is quite high, but it seems that he and Wanda are not having much luck on their own.

Wanda thinks for a moment before she nods in agreement. “That may work. If we know what they are doing, maybe we can come up with a cute family idea. If not I’ll just cut some holes in a sheets and you can be a ghost.”

“Wanda. That isn’t as funny as you think.” Vision relinks their fingers and smiles at his wife despite her poor humour.“Besides, if I wanted to be a ghost I can simply look like this and walk through solid objects. That’s far spookier than any Halloween costume.” He laughs himself at the rolled eyes he gets in return and lets Wanda lead him to the next row, happy to continue pointing out terrible costume ideas until the kids find them.

#flufftober2021 #wandavision #mcu fic #marvel fic #wanda x vision #scarlet witch x vision #the vision #white vision #wanda maximoff #my writing

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i-am-a-polpetta · 5 years

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Riassunto per niente breve e conciso della giornata di ieri:

Ore 6 e qualcosa del mattino. Mia mamma sveglia a fare faccende e io pure per fare palestra prima del lavoro. Mentre mamma guarda le sue serie tv passa la pubblicità dei biscotti Balsen, i preferiti di persona X, con lo slogan "fatti per stare insieme".

Io: Ma dio cristo... Ok, non mi importa.

Ore 7:55. Sono in Palestra mentre Spotify, impostato sulla playlist di Gazzelle ovviamente, ha la MERAVIGLIOSA idea di mettere completamente a caso "la musica non c'è" di Coez le cui parole, in parte, sono finite in una lettera per persona X.

Io: oh ma Dio, vita, destino, caso ok... Ma mo basta.

Ore 10 circa. Leggiamo sul giornale al lavoro del world tour di Billie Eilish che farà tappa a Milano l'anno prossimo di venerdì. Ho chiesto con largo anticipo il giorno libero (poi magari ad andare a luglio dell'anno prossimo magari [e spero] muoio). Mia sorella se ne esce con "ehy sai chi è che su facebook ha messo che è interessata all'evento?" Ovviamente chi poteva essere?

Io: ok, questa era scontata perché so che anche lei la adora.

Ore 11:20. Stiamo ultimando le pulizie e sistemando la sala per il servizio quando mia sorella riesuma dal fondo del cassetto dei tovaglioli, uno di natale dell'anno scorso. Quei tovaglioli li avevamo quella famosa domenica (domenica come ieri tra l'altro) in cui io andai a Trieste dopo lavoro a trovarla.

Io: ok è solo un caso,magari ha visto del bianco tra i tovaglioli rossi e si è incuriosita anche se vi prego basta perché sto cominciando ad avere paura.

Ore 14:47. Finito il servizio il cuoco ci manda alla gelateria di fronte per prendere il gelato. Andiamo io e mia sorella e lungo la pedonale troviamo per terra uno di quei libretti che mettono all'interno dei cd, aperto sulla seconda pagina. Ha delle figure un po' creepy e molto satan (robe che a mia sorella ama alla follia) e proprio mentre sto per raccoglierlo lo fa lei. Gira la prima pagina e ci troviamo scritto "Epica - The phantom agony". Raga, voi ci credete se vi dico che gli Epica sono il gruppo Symphonic metal preferito di persona X? CAZZO CI FACEVA LÌ QUEL LIBRETTO PORCO DIO?

Io: (ovviamente sotto shock) porco di quel dio cane e Gesù crocefisso ma mi state prendendo per il culo??? CE VOI STATE FACENDO SERIAMENTE? MA CON TUTTI I PORCA MADONNA DI GRUPPI METAL (E VI ASSICURO CHE SONO UN FOTTUTO PORCO IL CLERO, FOTTIO) IO VADO A TROVARE GLI EPICA???????? DITEMI DOV'È LA TELECAMERA CAZZO PERCHÉ STO SBROCCANDO MALE.

Ore 15:30. Andiamo in gita al Castello dove solitamente io e il mio amico del cuore prefe organizziamo eventi e giustamente mia sorella, che non ci era mai stata, mi fa notare che era qui che avrei dovuto portare Persona X l'8 Dicembre l'anno scorso...

Io: ok, vita fa di me ciò che vuoi. Perculami, mettimi davanti tutto quanto sto cercando di superare e annientami (Ovviamente il tutto soffoforma di pensieri ulterioriormente ingigantiti da quel fottuto cd del quale, ancora ADESSO, io non riesco a capacitarmi).

Ore 17:35. Con la testa piena di pensieri che me la stavano facendo scoppiare, sotto l'ennesimo attacco d'ansia vado a vedere la chat con persona X. La prima volta che lei mi rispose era il giorno 29....

Io: ahahahahahahahhahahaha (risata isterica ben oltre la media) oggi è il 29... Dio cane ahahahahahahahhahahaha

Ore 22:00. Io guardo mia sorella Abbastanza disperata e lei mi dice "ora capisco cosa intendevi quando ti riferivi alle "coincidenze". Non posso nemmeno dirti che siano cazzate perché questa del CD è stata davvero creepy..."

Io: 😭💔

Ore 22:30. Mia sorella, che prima era scettica e riteneva questi piccoli riferimenti solo casualità e coincidenze, adesso ha più hype di me e si è auto proclamata quella che "farà da tramite per la nostra riappacificazione".

Le ho espressamente detto, in prenda ad un'attacco d'ansia enorme, di fare ciò che vuole. Io non ne voglio più sapere perché se no mi ammazzo...

Ecco spiegato perché ieri ero a tanto così dallo scriverle... Ah spoiler a tutti: alla fine ho ascoltato Gazzelle piangendo fino alle 2 di notte ma non le ho scritto... Ancora non so se sia stato un bene o un male...

Allego foto prova.

Fine del per niente breve riassunto.

#vi assicuro che più racconto sta cosa più non riesco a crederci #io sono convinta che questa non sia la mia vera vita #in realta questo è tutto un sogno e la vera me è in coma farmacologico perché ha tentato il suicidio #raga io boh #come fa uno ad andare avanti? COME?#ora capite perché è stata una giornata pesante?#sto di merda anche oggi e ancora non ho realizzato a pieno cosa sia successo ieri....#io boh #vasto insieme di ansie ed emozioni discordanti...

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— listen.

a shattered crown , a fallen angel. who are you really ? with lungs weakened by the smoke of your life burning down from the inside. knees bruised because you have fallen on them too many times begging for forgiveness or praying for a better life. who are you really ? PERHAPS YOU DON’T REMEMBER FOR A REASON.

TRACK ONE : the rise.

i. here by alessia cara

i’m sorry if i seem uninterested, or i’m indifferent ... she lurks by the wall for the whole party, chatting animatedly to whoever finds themselves beside her. she nurses one solo cup for the entire party, smile almost ghostly under clouds of someone else’s smoke. ‘ i don’t really want to be here. do you want to go back to mine ? ’ she asks it of someone different every time.

ii. oh no! by marina

don’t need love, don’t need friends, i’m only after success ... she isn’t haughty, really, or cold, but there’s something about her that always seems like she’s looking past you. like you’re a specimen under observation. there’s no hunger in her gaze: she is not predator, you are not prey. it’s curiosity, plain and simple, even if she intends to use the answers later. she doesn’t have time for connections — only observations ( or so she tells herself. )

iii. there she is (miss america — cover) by mark hadley ft. dressage

there she is, your ideal ... with her all-american face and form ... blonde hair perfectly waved, eyes the color of the blue green sea, pale pink lips and glowing skin ... she’s the epitome of conventional white-bread american beauty. dazzling smile, a penchant for perfection, a firm handshake and polite words said in dulcet tone. she’s a wonder, but beauty can be haunting when it carries sad eyes.

iv. i’m not like everybody else (cover) by welshly arms

and i don't want to live my life like everybody else ... she has an ambition that’s unusual for a girl who could just coast. rich parents until she gets a rich husband, has two point five kids and repeats the cycle for them. fuck that. she’s smarter than that, better than that. but there’s a strangeness about her, like she doesn’t know exactly what to do once every goal is achieved. like she will never be satisfied.

v. xanny by billie eilish

i'm in their second hand smoke, still just drinking canned coke ... she’s at that same fucking party still, and no one else is there. not their real selves, anyway. all smiles and laughs and — why can’t she seem to have fun ? she doesn’t want to give up control. she doesn’t want to fall victim to not knowing what exactly she is. control is everything.

TRACK TWO : interlude.

vi. lung by vancouver sleep clinic

can somebody help me out? i can't find my feet ... save me, she cries, before i become something i am not. no one can save you from yourself.

TRACK THREE : the fall.

vii. deep end by ruelle

i am under the surface, where the blackness burns beneath. i’m lost in the deep end ... who are you ? where are you ? what have you become ? if you are not everything, she thinks, you are nothing. she used to be something, she wants to be something. but to be something, you need to be brave. she isn’t anymore. she’s scared.

viii. you’re somebody else by flora cash

well you look like yourself, but you're somebody else ... she wants to cease existing. how can one exist when they are not what they have always been? she was perfectly crafted for the world she lived in, trained to make it her own. but now that you are elsewhere ... who are you ? i don’t remember.

ix. paralyzed by nf

all the words that leave my tongue are like they came from someone else ... how can one have a loss of identity if she didn’t have one in the first place ? if she was only ever what they wanted her to be ? what if this is how she are hardwired ? she is built to be scared and alone. without a world to hold you up, the paper girl flutters and falls.

x. 1216 by echoes

i’d invite you in to stay, but I'm trying to get out of here ... perhaps more important than who are you — where are you ? somewhere i am scared to be, she says. answer: she is in her own head.

— unlisten. she would rather forget this.

#hallowaypoints #i made it a youtube playlist to get the exact covers i wanted #so bear with me #inspiration / the fear of imperfection.

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nailriddenbat · 7 years

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Mayfield | Series - Pt. X FINALE

Summary: Max Mayfield and Billy Hargrove aren’t the only new kids to step foot into Hawkins. Meet Y/N Mayfield, Max’s big sister, who’s here to make sure no one messes with her sister.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Mayfield!Reader (SLOW BURN)

Characters: Y/N Mayfield, Neil Hargrove, Max Mayfield, Rebecca Montgomery (OC), Billy Hargrove, Susan Hargrove, Dustin Henderson, Steve Harrington

Warnings: Language, Violence

Word Count: 4.4k

Tags: TAGS HAVE BEEN MOVED TO THE END OF THE POST!

A/N: let’s all have a good cry, yeah?

You didn’t process things well. Guilt, sadness, anger; they weren’t emotions that you knew how to handle but as of late, they were the only emotions that you could experience.

Your sister was fine. Her friends were fine. Nancy and Jonathan were fine. That girl Eleven was fine. Why weren’t you fine, though? Why were you hiding from everyone? Why were you avoiding Steve?

Steve had kissed you and you had kissed him back. It felt right to you, it felt amazing, but at the same time, it felt so wrong. He held you and he comforted you, but after a while, you had ripped yourself away from him and insisted that it was time you and Max left.

Billy was gone by the time you got back to the Byers’ residence and after a brief reunion, Steve gathered all the kids up in his BMW and made sure to follow you home to make sure that you were okay.

Max jumped up out of the car and waved to her friends before she made her way into the house. You moved much slower due to the fact that your ankle was starting to hurt again now that the adrenaline had worn off and due to exhaustion.

“Y/N wait,” Steve called out to you in a soft manner. He had gotten out of his car and walked over to you to touch your hand, which you yanked away sharply.

“I need to go inside,” you were short with him.

“Y/N, c’mon. Don’t do this,” he whispered to you.

You shook your head slowly and walked off, not even bothering to look back at him even for a second. Your mom was fussing over Max and tried to get your attention when you walked in but you pushed past her carefully. Before doing anything else, you moved over to Billy’s room and pushed the door open roughly. It slammed into the wall and he looked up sharply, dropping the phone that had been in his hand.

“Get the fuck out of my room,” he muttered. His eyes were bloodshot and he looked like shit.

“Max took your car for a spin,” you said blankly. You tossed the keys at his face and shrugged, “It may be scratched but I don’t really give a shit.”

Before he could say anything else, you pulled his bedroom door shut and started to walk back to your room. When you walked by the phone you stopped and picked it up, covering the bottom part so he couldn’t hear you pick up.

“I can’t do this shit anymore, Bec,” he was whispering. “I need to come back to Cali. I need to get out of here.”

“Billy, I told you that I would help you get a place out here. Let me at least get you started,” you could hear your friend try to comfort him.

“Bullshit,” you muttered underneath your breath. You slammed the phone down and continued walking to your room to lock yourself up for the rest of the night and that is what you did.

The following day, your mom had been in to drop off food but you didn’t touch it. Neil had been by, slamming his hand on your door to get your attention but you ignored him. You remained still on your bed and stared at the same spot on the wall as if it were seconds away from changing and you couldn’t miss it. You kissed Steve. You betrayed George by kissing Steve. And each time you thought about it, your heart broke a little more and you’d shed another tear.

You only let Max in later that night, a full twenty-four hours after you had gotten home. She sat in a chair next to your bed and went over the entire story about the Upside Down, including what happened to Will and all about this girl named Eleven. The monsters were called demogorgans and one had even eaten Dustin’s cat Mews. She told you all about the plan that they had come up with and stressed that Steve was against the entire thing. You showed no expression as she told the story and when she was finished, she let out a sigh. “What’s bothering you more, the whole thing with the Upside Down or the fact that you like Steve?”

You lifted your eyes up to Max slowly and spoke for the first time all day, “Get out.”

You were being childish but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care, so you rolled over on your bed and pulled a pillow close to you. You shut your eyes tight when Max left your room, jumping a little as the door slammed.

Eventually, you did apologize to Max for your behavior. You two were walking towards Billy’s car after school a few days later. Yours was still in the shop, but Billy was more than compliant to play chauffeur and you were pretty sure it had something to do with the look Max would shoot him. As you were walking you tugged on her arm lightly to get her attention and you hugged her tight as you whispered an apology. Your little sister sighed and hugged you back just as tight.

Steve fought to get your attention for a solid week, but you ignored him each time. Handwritten notes were left in your locker and he would wait around after each class to see if he could catch up with you. You drew the line when Nancy approached you one day and you had snapped at her, “I’m not going to listen to whatever bullshit you’re about to tell me. Tell him to leave me alone.”

That was weeks ago and Steve hadn’t tried to talk to you since.

It was the day of the Snowball and you had promised Max you would help her get ready. You had a feeling she was going with Lucas and despite being completely miserable, you were still very excited for her.

Your mom had swung by to pick you two up and then you headed back to the house. When she pulled up to the front of the house you had looked over in confusion when Neil stormed out.

“You can find me at the nearest motel. I won’t be able to get any work done with that know it all bitch staying here!” Neil cursed. He glared at you as he marched over to your Mom.

“What the hell is your problem?” you narrowed your eyes at him as you walked towards the house.

Max had already gone into the house and she screamed loudly. You ran forward and stopped suddenly, your eyes going wide as you found yourself looking at your best friend sitting in the living room.

“Merry Christmas,” Rebeca grinned as she wiggled her fingers over at you.

“Holy shit!” you shouted loudly.

Rebecca jumped up from the couch and you ran forward, hugging her tightly. You reached back and patted her face in a joking manner, questioning if it were really her standing in front of you.

“How the hell did you get here?” Max asked.

“Well, Max, have you ever heard of these magical machines called airplanes? They’re great,” Rebecca smirked. She waved her hands over to Max, “Come here, you.”

You stepped back as Max moved forward to hug your friend and you pushed your hair back. “Why are you here?” you asked your friend.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Max snorted. “She’s here to snap you out of this miserable mood you’re in.”

“Yes,” she laughed. “A bonus was pissing off Neil. You should have seen his face when he walked in, but I guess you saw it storming out.”

“Rebecca...” you tried to speak but shook your head and took a deep breath. “You know what? It doesn’t matter. You are here. We are together. Now let’s go help Max get ready for her date.”

“It’s not a date!” she looked up at you in irritation.

“It’s a date,” you rolled your eyes.

Rebecca gasped loudly, “Max has a date! I’m doing your hair.”

“And I am doing your make up!” you grinned.

“Absolutely not,” Max shook her head. “You’ll go heavy on the eyeliner like you’ve been doing the past few weeks.”

You paused and were suddenly self-aware, worried about how your make up presently looked. You glanced over at your friend, “Does it look that bad?”

“I mean, Joan Jett is definitely wondering where her eyeliner pencil went, but it’s a look,” she shrugged her shoulders.

“Why the hell did I even ask you?” you rolled your eyes and pushed her arm lightly. She laughed in return and tossed an arm around your shoulders. The three of you moved towards Max’s room and you all sat down, moving to get things together.

The three of you sat around for hours just chatting. Rebecca gave you both all the updates from California and Max shared a bit of information about her new group of friends.

“They’re actually a pretty cool group. Bunch of nerds, but still cool,” you commented as you sat in front of Max while Rebecca worked on her hair.

“They are pretty nerdy,” Max sighed, but she was smiling while she said it.

“So who’s the lucky boy that won you over?” Rebecca asked as she ran the brush through her hair carefully.

“Rebecca, please don’t start. It’s bad enough I’m basically allowing you two to turn me into a human Barbie,” Max groaned.

“His name is Lucas and he’s a wonderful kid. I approve of him,” you grinned.

“He sounds wonderful,” Rebecca took a deep breath before she started to sing. “Lucas and Max, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-”

You joined in quickly, “I-N-G!”

Max started to shout at the two of you to stop as her cheeks turned bright red. You both couldn’t help but laugh and your eyes lit up as you laughed for the first time in a long time.

Your laughter cut short when you heard heavy footsteps out in the hallway. You watched as Billy walked by and stopped in the doorway, his eyes lingering on you. His head turned slowly and his hand dropped when his eyes switched to Rebecca.

“What’s this, Princess? You couldn’t say hi to me first?” he directed the question to Rebecca and you dropped your head back with a deep sigh before picking it back up to look at your friend. She was caught off guard and nearly dropped the curling iron that she had taken to Max’s hair.

“Jeez!” Max shouted. “Please don’t burn my hair or my skin, thanks.”

“Shit, sorry,” Rebecca cursed as she tried to catch it without burning her own skin.

Billy smirked and rubbed his jaw. You turned to glare at him, “Can you leave?”

He waved his fingers at your friend and you jumped up to shout at him, “Don’t run off because you need to give us a ride!”

“Oh, I need to give Rebecca a ride, all right. A long one,” Billy chuckled before disappearing into his room.

“I’m going to throw up,” Max looked over at you, disgust clear on her face.

“Y/N?”

You turned your head and saw your mom standing by the phone. She held it out to you, explaining that you had a phone call.

“Who the hell could be calling me?” you moved over to her and reached out to take the phone, your other hand holding onto the cord. “Hello?”

“Y/N, hi.”

You looked up at your mom and nearly dropped the phone. You fell to the side in shock and luckily the wall was there, but you slid down it slowly and took a deep breath. “Mrs. Bennett,” you whispered.

It was Amelia Bennett, George’s Mother.

“Hi,” she said again.

Your hand was clutching the phone so tight and you shut your eyes tight. You tried to focus on breathing as she asked how Indiana had been. You nodded your head a little, managing to speak up a bit, “It’s okay. Indiana is okay. How are you?”

“Oh I’m getting by,” you could hear her voice tremble. “Taking things one day at a time.”

“Of course,” you spoke softly. “And the family? Are they okay? I mean, how are they doing?”

“They’re just fine,” she laughed a bit and you could picture her waving her hand as she said that. “I’m the only one struggling to keep up.”

You didn’t mean to laugh but it was ironic. You knew all too well how she felt and you nodded your head in agreement, “I feel the same way sometimes.”

“It’s harder with it being Christmas and all,” Mrs. Bennett paused for a minute and you could hear her voice break, bringing tears to your eyes in seconds. “He loved Christmas.”

You pulled the phone away and held your hand over your face, unable to stop yourself from crying. You gave yourself a few seconds and picked the phone back up, trying to speak clearly, “Mrs. Benett, George would want you to enjoy this holiday because he loved it so much.”

“I know, I know,” she continued to cry softly into the phone. “There I go again. We’re not on this long distance call to talk about me. I want to talk about you.”

You held your breath, unsure of what she had meant.

“We left things off on a very bad note, Y/N, and I’ve been trying to build up the courage to make this phone call but I couldn’t find it in me.”

“Mrs. Bennett, you don’t have to do this. I understand why you wanted me to leave,” you sighed.

“No.” she cut you off and her voice grew a bit louder. “I am not making any excuses for my behavior and I don’t want you to make excuses either. I took my anger and I took my frustration out on you. I blamed you for a situation that was out of your control and I pushed you out of my home.”

You kept your eyes shut tight as your hands began to shake.

“You did nothing wrong, Y/N,” Mrs. Bennett said. “And I want you to know that. I wanted you to hear that from me.”

You shook your head fast and your other hand came up to cover your face.

“What happened...” Mrs. Bennett took a deep breath. “What happened to George was not your fault.”

You broke. You gasped loudly as sobs took over your body and you leaned over. You could hear Mrs. Bennett sob, apologizing over and over for what she had put you through but you couldn’t put any words together. It wasn’t your fault. You did nothing wrong. You had done everything in your power from stopping him. You had done what you could. It wasn’t your fault.

“I’m so sorry, Amelia,” you cried into the phone. “I tried my best. I tried to stop him, I tried to save him.”

“I know you did,” she tried to comfort you as best as she could, but the two of you were completely distraught.

You tossed your head back against the wall as you looked up to try and calm yourself down.

“George would want you to be happy, sweetheart,” she spoke softly. “He wanted that more than anything. And I just know that he would absolutely love this Steve Harrington.”

And just like that, the tears stopped. You blinked rapidly as a few stray tears and wiped at them quickly. “What?” you croaked out.

“Steve Harrington. He called me a few days ago and we had a long conversation. He said he was a friend of yours and he had heard all about George, and that he wanted to pay his respects,” she explained.

Your heart was racing and your hands had begun to sweat. “Steve called you?” you asked quietly.

“He did. He’s a wonderful boy, Y/N,” Mrs. Bennett said.

You looked up and saw Rebecca standing in the doorway with Max, the two of them looking extremely concerned.

“Thank you, Mrs. Bennett. I...” you sighed and took a deep breath, whispering. “I can’t tell you how much this means to me.”

“I understand, sweetheart. I’ll let you go but if you’d like, I’d like to talk every week to stay in touch. Only if it is okay with you, though.”

“I’d really like that,” you smiled a bit and wiped at your face. “I’ll talk to you soon, Mrs. Bennett.”

“Call me Amelia, Y/N,” you could hear her smile. “I’ll talk to you soon. Bye.”

The line went dead as she hung up and you let the phone fall to the floor, watching it hang from the cord.

Rebecca stepped over to you slowly and bent down to pick it up so she could hang it up. You looked up at her and whispered, “Steve called George’s mom.”

“I know,” she nodded her head and gave you a soft smile. “I gave Steve her number after he told me to come here for you.”

You looked away and took a deep breath. “I need to talk to him,” you said out loud.

“He’s dropping Dustin off at the Snowball,” Max came up from behind Rebecca and looked down at you. “Tonight’s your chance.”

“You should take that chance. Life is all about taking chances, making dumb ass mistakes, and finding the one guy who would literally drag your best friend across the country and help you heal from the worst tragedy of your life,” Rebecca reached out to touch your arm lightly.

You pushed yourself off of the ground and with their help, you were able to get back on your two feet. Max was ready to go and you got yourself together before screaming out to Billy, shouting that you were all ready to go.

Minutes later, you and your sister were cramming into the back of Billy’s car. You bit down on your lip and shared a glance at Max. The two of you tried not to laugh as the both of you thought back to the last time you had been crammed into the back.

The tension in the car was at an all-time high and you couldn’t wait to get the hell out of there.

“This is definitely not California,” Rebecca muttered.

“You get used to it,” you shrugged your shoulders.

Billy snorted in disagreement but he said nothing and you pretended not to notice when Rebecca reached over to touch his arm.

After another few minutes, the school came into view and Billy pulled into the parking lot. He placed the car in park and Rebecca climbed out so she could help the two of you out, leaning forward to hug you tightly.

“I’ll see you back at the house, yeah?” you looked over at her with a small smile.

She nodded her head and winked, pushing you playfully as she said, “Go get your man.”

You flipped your middle finger in her direction and she laughed before getting back into Billy’s car. You watched as the two of them shared a look before Billy slammed on the gas, taking off quickly.

“You know what they’re going off to do,” Max scrunched her face.

You looked at her with wide eyes and shouted, “Ew! Go dance and act your age, and don’t say things like that! Like ever!”

Max ran off and waved over at you before she disappeared into the gymnasium. You took a deep breath as you watched her run off and whispered to yourself, “Go be a kid, Max.”

“Hey good looking,” you heard from behind you.

You jumped a little and sighed when you saw it was Dustin.

“I’m a little too old for you, kid,” you laughed lightly. “You look great, though. You’re gonna knock ‘em dead.”

He grinned and growled at you, which caused you to stop laughing and shake your head. “Don’t do that,” you advised him.

“Oh. That’s weird,” he shrugged as he began to walk away.

“What’s weird?” you called out to him. “Hey, kid!”

“What’s weird is that I said the exact same thing to him.”

You spun around fast and felt all of the air in your body catch in your throat as you looked over at Steve. “Hey,” you whispered.

“Hey,” he said back. He swallowed and pushed his hands into his pockets, moving to lean against his car.

“I um, I see you’re on babysitting duty,” you said, unsure of what else you’d be able to say.

“Voluntarily,” he nodded his head. “Dipshit needed a ride and I was free, so I picked him up and gave him a little pep talk.”

“A pep talk?” you laughed a bit as you started to walk towards him.

“Manly stuff,” he started to laugh with you and moved over so you could stand next to him.

“I see,” you sighed. You leaned back against his car and crossed your ankles, leaving your arms hanging by your side. “So my best friend is in town. That was a surprise.”

“Oh really?” he asked. He looked over at you as he played dumb.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “And I got a call today from George’s mom.”

“Get out of here,” he gasped softly and looked away. “You had an eventful day then, Y/N.”

“Steve,” you reached forward and grasped his chin gently, turning his head back to you. Your eyes caught his and you fell silent for a few minutes before you spoke up again, “Why?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he continued to play dumb and you sighed in frustration as you dropped your hand. “Just out of curiosity, though, what did George’s mom have to say?” he asked.

“I don’t think I want to share that information with you, Harrington,” you shook your head as you looked away.

“Aw c’mon, Mayfield,” he brushed a finger against your hand. “Talk to me.”

You closed your eyes as you inhaled, opening them once you began to exhale. “She doesn’t blame me. It isn’t my fault.”

“Oh,” Steve breathed in as he spoke softly. “Well, how about that?”

“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes.

“Did she say happen to say anything else?” he continued to press.

You shook your head and shrugged your shoulders. “I can’t recall,” you answered his question, taking it as your turn to play dumb.

“Oh okay. We’re going to play that game,” he chuckled and pushed himself off of the car, moving to stand in front of you.

“What game?” you looked at him evenly, your eyebrow arched as always.

He looked at you and smiled softly, causing you to question his look. He reached forward and pressed his fingertip against your eyebrow while grinning, “You’re cute when you do this eyebrow thing.”

Your cheeks heated up and you looked down at the ground.

“I threatened Hargrove to give me your friend’s number and from there, I called George’s mom. She’s a sweet woman, really. We spoke for...” Steve breathed in sharply and shook his head. “Gosh, we spoke for hours. She told me all about George and she told me all about you, how you two were together.”

“Steve you didn’t have to do that,” you shook your head, refusing to look up at him.

“I wanted to do it for you,” he whispered. He reached out and you could feel his hands touch your arms gently. “It was never you, Y/N. It was never your fault. You deserved to know that and I wanted to make sure that you did.”

You took a few minutes to yourself before looking up at him, your eyes becoming glassy with tears. “I didn’t kill George,” you whispered to him.

“No,” Steve reached up to cup your face as he spoke gently. “You didn’t kill George.”

“Why did you do all of this for me?” you took a deep breath after asking the question.

His lips turned up into a small smile and he leaned in closer. “Because I’m too damn crazy about you, Mayfield. I went to the end of the world just a few weeks ago and if I had to do it all over again, I wouldn’t want anyone else by my side but you.”

You laughed a bit and shook your head, “Oh gosh, no. I never want to do that again.”

“Screw that shit,” he laughed with you and the two of you were leaning into each other.

“She said that George would love you,” you whispered to him.

“Yeah?” Steve grinned widely. “And what do you say?”

“I say she’s right,” you nodded your head. “I mean, you two may have had a little rivalry on who had the best hair but I think at the end of the day, you would have gotten along just fine.”

He hummed, resting his forehead on yours. “Maybe you can tell me some stories, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you said softly. “And maybe you and I can make some of our own.”

You saw a light fill Steve’s eyes as he nodded his head slowly. He whispered, “We’ve got a head start on that one. Fighting monsters is pretty bad ass.”

“We cannot tell people that story,” you rolled your eyes.

“Right, right,” he agreed with you. “Then we can tell them the one where I spun you around in the parking lot that one time.”

“Wait, what?” you looked up at him in confusion.

He grabbed you around the waist and you shouted out loudly as he spun you around in circles. You shouted at him through your laughter and tried to get him to put you down, but Steve didn’t listen. A minute went by and he put you down carefully but pulled you into him quickly as you swayed. His head dropped as he leaned in and kissed you softly, wrapping his arms around your waist. You locked your hands together behind his neck and pulled him closer, humming against his lips as you returned the kiss eagerly.

“Wait, wait,” he pulled away slightly and whispered, “No guilt this time, right?”

“Shut up, Harrington,” you grinned a little and pulled him back down, standing up on your toes to kiss him again. You could feel him grin and you smiled even more.

You couldn’t help but feel as if everything had fallen into place. Your body felt lighter than it had in a very long time and you felt as if you could finally breathe. You felt as if you were saved and Blazer Boy, the one with the good hair, Steve Harrington was the one to save you. You were given a second chance at love and you’d be damned if you let this one slip through the cracks. And somehow, you knew George would be okay with it.

But the most important thing of all was that you were okay.

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