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hc!friends to lovers
natalie scatorccio x fem!reader
summary: going from friends to lovers with nat
warnings: golden retriever gf x black cat gf dynamic, nat is secretly a softie, drugs and mommy/daddy issues mentions, cursing, pure fluff, not proofread
𖧊 to this day, nat still has no idea on how you two became friends. you were too different
𖧊 it started with you complimenting her makeup once and she was so rude cause she thought you were making fun of her
𖧊 “your eyeliner is so pretty,” you tried to be nice just to receive a “fuck off” and a middle finger right to your face. you were flabbergasted! you were just trying to be nice to a pretty blonde girl and now you were her enemy?
𖧊 your huge smile disappeared in seconds and when nat realized you weren’t mocking her, she got desperate. “oh, shit. you were actually serious?”
𖧊 she was constantly being slutshamed and harassed by the mean students and the idea of being complimented by you didn’t even make it to her head
𖧊 you were too sweet for her taste. too smiley, too happy, too soft and too excited. her words, not mine. but damn, you were pretty
𖧊 not that she would ever tell you that, but being friends with you was better than spending her days alone or with the other two guys she had for friends but were nothing but drug buddies
𖧊 “dude, what the fuck is that?” she grunts at the second you show her one of your favorite songs by backstreet boys “it’s so cheesy!”
𖧊 you held her arms and made her dance with you and she was so embarrassed and tried to brush it off by complaining a lot but her eyes didn’t lie. she kinda enjoyed that
𖧊 then, late at night when she’s unable to sleep, she secretly listen to the too happy and annoying shit type of songs you liked just to think of you :(
𖧊 she eventually found herself enjoying the cranberries, spice girls and lots of your catchy pop or soft songs while doing chores and would never forgive herself for that
𖧊 at first, nat was easily annoyed by you. by your overwhelming enthusiasm and positivity and how you would always see the good in others even if they didn’t deserve
𖧊 however, that didn’t mean you wouldn’t speak up for her. if anyone was caught talking shit about nat, you were always the first one to have her back. “excuse me? hi. that’s my friend you are talking about and you might wanna apologize to her right now!”
𖧊 bless your heart you really tried to be scary like her. at least the intention was there right
𖧊 “i don’t need you to defend me,” she was already snarling at you but you could see in her eyes that she didn’t mean that. she just didn’t like being vulnerable in front of others
𖧊 nat was tough, she could take care of herself. you knew that but you couldn’t let anyone be mean to her
𖧊 “i know, but i care about you!” “yeah, whatever 🙄🙂”
𖧊 and it worked the other way around as well. a single threatening glance of nat was enough to make anyone scared of even saying your name. yes, you were a pain in her ass but she was the only one who could say that
𖧊 “but you just said she was annoying,” her friend kevin defends himself from her scary look. “don’t call her that, asshole”
𖧊 nat couldn’t invite you over to her house trailer so you would usually hang out at your house or secret places she knew
𖧊 nat is a really lonely and independent person and that’s a consequence of her unstable childhood. running away from the mess she had for parents, she eventually discovered a nice small park with pretty trees around and thought it would be the perfect hiding spot
𖧊 smoking with nat? obviously a must. you would give her the old speech saying that it was terrible for her physical and mental health (🤓☝️) even if you were 100% sure that she wasn't listening and was just giving you ironic commments. "you don't say, princess"
𖧊 deep down, very deep down, she appreciated you
𖧊 “kevin told me he caught you listening to backstreet boys yesterday” you smile at her, watching her messy bleached hair cover half of her face as she smokes
𖧊 “fucking kevin,” she mutters under her breath and it’s the perfect opportunity to play around with her. “aren’t you gonna deny it? wow, you must really like me, nat”
𖧊 “shut up, princess.”
𖧊 it was meant to be ironic but since the first time she called you that, you two were sure that it was nothing but a caring nickname and you were a complete sucker for it
𖧊 spending time together became a casual thing and as essential as breathing. that didn’t go unnoticed
𖧊 showing up to support her on a game day or just practice, holding a big sign with her name written with gliter gel pens and smiley faces and cheering so loud that people near you had to cover their ears
𖧊 thanks to that, she was so flustered that couldn't focus on the actual game
𖧊 classically, the yellowjackets would always make fun of her when you were around but especially when you weren’t. “are you happy that your girlfriend came to see you today?” van teases nat and suddenly she became their favorite subject to talk about
𖧊 “she’s not my fucking girlfriend!” she flips them off and storms off to hide how unbelievably red her cheeks were
𖧊 nat didn't take long to realize she felt different about you. but her doing your eyeliner to match her after you insisted didn't help. it was pretty hard to mantain her toughness when you were lying in bed with her on top, straddling you with face so close that you could smell the blunt in her breath
𖧊 "thanks, nat. what do you think?" you ask when she's done
𖧊 "not bad. thanks to me, obviously," she acts casually but she's like 🧍🏼♀️😊😮💨😵 seeing you with her goth ass makeup
𖧊 being jealous of you near anyone who would say hi to you was also a clear sign
𖧊 going from friends to lovers with nat would be something hard for her at first. she isn't used to trusting people that much. loving someone? what was she thinking?!
𖧊 this means that she would definitely push you away, intentionally or not, and would act weird for days until you finally confronted her
𖧊 and she tries to be rude to make you leave but it doesn’t work. eventually she opens up about her feelings, shaking and at the verge of tears, and you hug her tightly
𖧊 “i like you too, nat”
𖧊 holds your chin when kissing you 😵💫
𖧊 jealous girlfriend that was always there to keep an eye on you but wouldn’t say the words “i’m jealous” even if her life depended on it
𖧊 dating nat meant her having part time jobs to save money for weeks just to buy you something nice for your birthday or to take you to a special place in a special occasion. you cried like a baby
𖧊 you were aware that she struggled with money and you weren't rich either, so you kept things discreet. you would come to her with a tape with lots of songs that reminded you of her, "nat, you won't believe what i made you!"
𖧊 “i have no idea, baby..." but she definitely did cause you would do that at least twice a month
𖧊 she would be the first one to say “i love you” accidentally and got so stressed trying to fix her mistake with a cough but you had heard her and was freaking out, smile from ear to ear
𖧊 “you’re a moron, i love you” it took her five seconds to go from 😁 to 😧
𖧊 “i love you too.”
𖧊 when it comes to affection, i feel like she would be hesitant at first, not knowing what to do. having sex with random people was really different from wanting to show her love for you, it was harder
𖧊 realistically, nat wouldn't be the touchy type. she never really experienced affection from her parents (at least not in a long time), so it would be something new, but wouldn't be opposed to it once she realized how comforting it felt
𖧊 100% touch starved. you stroke her cheek once and she's tearing up already
𖧊 pretends to be bothered but always melts completely when you kiss her and loves to hold hands and intertwine fingers
𖧊 not everything was perfect and sharing feelings wasn’t easy for her. either way, you were always there for her, listening to her talk about her shitty parents or just comforting her after a bad day
BONUS!!!
𖧊 if the iconic barbie movie was released in the 90s, you would BEG her to wear pink clothes to go to the movies together and she would deny it every single time
𖧊 “but it would be so cute! we would match 🥺” you insisted, knowing that she was so close to cave in
𖧊 “it’s gonna make me look stupid, i don’t wear pink. quit it, princess,” nat nods, convinced that you would eventually forget about it
𖧊 a week later, nat is found at the movie theater looking like a damn flamingo
𖧊 “what happened to you? met an unicorn on the way here?” shauna mocks her as soon as she sees the blondie wearing a bright pink suit and black boots, matching your same color dress
𖧊 “shut up,” she gives them her middle finger
𖧊 “happy wife, happy life,” tai murmurs and she just nods, defeated. shauna, tai and van, all in pink thanks to your incessant pleas, followed her to get the tickets while you and jackie were excitedly buying snacks and pink popcorn containers shaped like barbie’s car
𖧊 (she definitely cried at the end and you had to kiss her tears away)
#had a hard time making this not angsty#yellowjackets#yellowjackets x reader#natalie scatorccio x reader#natalie scatorccio
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Everybody's Dying to Be Here
For the @steddie-spooktober day 12 prompt: Graveyard Rated: T | Words: 1561 | CW: suicidal thoughts (vague; you don't necessarily have to take it that way) | Tags: pre-relationship, Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson friendship, Steve Harrington needs a hug, Eddie Munson is a sweetheart, in his own way, post-season 2 AU Divider credit: @steddiecameraroll-graphics
Eddie has been coming to the graveyard to smoke for years.
It’s not really that he can’t smoke at the trailer; his uncle knows he smokes, has bummed cigarettes off of him before, says he figures there are worse habits for Eddie to pick up, it's just that it’s peaceful there.
There are hardly ever people around, and if there are, they’re not really inclined to talk. Otherwise, there’s a lot of open air, room to walk, green grass, interesting headstones if Eddie’s in the mood to look, and there’s a tree that sits at the top of a gentle slope of a hill that offers a nice view of the surrounding town that can almost make Eddie forget how much he hates the place.
It’s Eddie’s own personal haven.
At least, he'd thought it was.
“You’re in my spot,” Eddie says, staring down at the interloper.
Steve Harrington, who is sitting on top of Eddie’s hill, under Eddie’s tree, turns his battered face up towards Eddie, squinting at him in the sunlight.
“Are you dead?” Steve finally asks.
It’s Eddie’s turn to stare, uncomprehending, at Steve. “Nooo,” he says slowly. “Are you concussed?”
Steve holds up his forefinger and thumb, pinched together to indicate a little bit, and it’s been almost two weeks since he first showed up at school looking like someone had tried to turn his face into mincemeat, the bruising now all sickly yellow and brown, and Eddie realizes he has no idea how long concussions last. A while, apparently.
“Anyway, if you’re not dead, I don’t think you can have a spot in the cemetery,” Steve says with a shrug, and–
Well.
“Touché,” Eddie says, plopping down next to Steve beneath the tree.
He pulls his cigarettes out, shakes one from the box, and then, because his uncle didn’t raise a complete savage, he tilts the box at Steve in offering. Steve begs off with a shake of his head and Eddie shrugs, lighting up and taking a drag.
“So,” he says on his first breath of smoke, “what brings King Steve out among Hawkins’ illustrious dead?”
For one, long minute, Steve says nothing, and just when Eddie thinks he’s being ignored, Steve lets his head fall back against the tree and murmurs, “Just wanted somewhere quiet to be, I guess.”
“Oh? The life of partying royalty getting to be a bit much for you?” Eddie asks.
He knows he isn’t being entirely fair; Steve’s never really done anything to Eddie, personally, and for the latter half of last year and the beginning of this one, he’s actually been pretty decent. Fairly quiet, if nothing else, mostly hanging off of Nancy Wheeler and keeping his head down. In any case, Steve doesn’t seem to take offense, just lets out a little breath of unamused laughter and continues staring out over the town.
“Kinda realized that most of the people I used to party with were dicks, and I didn’t want to be around them anymore,” he says. “Nance– she and I aren’t… together anymore, so I can’t really hang out with her. My dad’s still pissed at me for getting into a fight, so I can’t stay home. The twelve-year-old who thinks I’m responsible for him now is actually cool, but god he can be loud, and I just wanted some quiet, so… here I am.”
There’s… a lot to unpack there. Like, so much to unpack. Eddie has questions. Many questions.
Somehow, though, he doesn’t think his prying would be appreciated, so all he offers is, “Damn. Scraping the bottom of the barrel, then, huh? Hanging out with the school freak.”
“To be fair, I didn’t actually know you’d be out here,” Steve says, sending Eddie a sidelong smirk to let him in on the joke. “Didn’t know I was stealing your spot, either.”
Because Eddie can hardly be mad at him for it now, he just shrugs. “Eh. It’s a free graveyard. I think.” Eddie pauses, blinking down at the headstones spread out before them. “Damn, do you think you have to pay to be buried? That’d be fucked up.”
“I have no idea,” Steve says. “Pretty sure you have to pay for a tombstone, at least.”
“Shit. Society, man.” Eddie shakes his head. “Finding ways to squeeze money out of you even after death.”
“I guess,” Steve says vaguely.
He doesn’t really seem like he’s interested in continuing the conversation, and Eddie guesses that’s fair enough. He’d come out here expecting to be alone, and Eddie had come out expecting the same. He’s not even sure why he’s trying to engage Steve Harrington in conversation at all, except that there’s something a little– lost about him right now, and that’s always drawn Eddie in like a cat to a sunbeam.
That doesn’t mean Steve actually needs him, though, so Eddie lets them both lapse into silence.
He’s just about finished his cigarette when Steve speaks again, almost startling Eddie.
“D’you ever think about where you’d want to be buried?” Steve asks.
“What, like when I die?” Eddie asks, feeling a little slow to pick up on this new turn Steve’s taken them down.
“Yeah,” Steve says.
“Uh… hopefully far away from the shithole,” Eddie says, stubbing his cigarette out in the dirt beside him. “I want to get the hell out of here before I die.”
Steve hums. “Bet you will,” he says after a moment, and that surprises Eddie even more than his original morbid question.
“You figure?” Eddie says, and he’s trying for sarcastic, but he thinks something genuine might have snuck its way into his tone.
“Sure.” Steve shrugs. “You’re ambitious. You’ve gotta be some kind of smart, all those speeches you’re always giving. You want it badly enough, I bet you’ll get out of here.”
“I think the Hawkins Public School system would beg to differ with you on most of those points, Steve,” Eddie says, and Steve shrugs.
“Fuck ‘em, then,” he says simply, and that’s–
In its own, weird way, it’s more faith than anyone other than his uncle has shown in Eddie in what seems like a long time, and Eddie’s not sure how to feel about it.
Steve, oblivious to the way he’s currently shaking Eddie’s worldview, goes on. “I think I want to be buried over there,” he says, pointing to a spot on the west end of the graveyard.
“Near the fence?” Eddie asks, following Steve’s finger.
“Yeah. Looks nice over there. Not too crowded, and there’s roses. Or, I think that’s a rose bush.” Steve squints down at the shrubbery for a moment before shrugging. “Whatever. It just looks nice.”
“I guess,” Eddie says slowly, turning to look at Steve, who doesn’t look back.
“I should probably tell someone,” Steve says, almost as if he’s talking to himself now. “My parents would probably pick somewhere stupid to stick me.”
And– shit.
It doesn’t really sound like Steve’s talking about some hypothetical future time when he dies of old age; it sounds an awful lot more like he doesn’t even expect to outlive his parents – like maybe he’s talking about a much less hypothetical soon.
“You, uh… spend a lot of time thinking about when you’re gonna die?” Eddie asks, and immediately wishes he could suck the words back up, because that is a terrible way to continue this conversation.
Steve shrugs, turning a wry look on Eddie. “Kinda hard not to.”
“Right. Right.” Eddie nods, and – what the fuck?
What the fuck? Is he talking about everything that’s happened recently – all the weird shit in town, or the way he keeps getting his ass kicked, or the way his life has imploded and now he’s thinking about–
“So what’s your plan for the rest of the day?” Eddie blurts out.
“I don’t really have one.” Steve shrugs. “Figured I’d just stay out here for a while.”
Eddie frowns. They’re well into November by now; Steve is wearing a nicer coat than Eddie’s, but it’s still cold out. Too cold to just be sitting outside indefinitely. Eddie’s certainly not going to sit outside indefinitely, but he also gets the feeling that maybe this guy shouldn’t be left alone right now, which is precisely why he finds himself offering, “You wanna come back to mine and watch a movie?”
Steve turns to stare at Eddie, as if this is the weirdest part of the conversation they’ve had.
“Why?” Steve asks.
“Maybe I’m bored, and you’re the most interesting thing that’s happened to me all day,” Eddie says, gratified when Steve gives him a little laugh. “It’s more fun watching a movie with someone, anyway. What d’you say?”
Steve watches him for a moment longer, as if he’s searching for something, trying to puzzle Eddie out. He seems to find whatever it is he’s looking for, though, because he finally nods.
“Yeah, okay.”
They stand from beneath the tree and make their way back down the hill, and Eddie hopes his utter confusion isn’t showing on his face as they go. He has no idea how his afternoon reached this point, and he has even less of an idea of what the hell he’s doing, but, as he glances back at Steve, the other boy seems a little lighter as they walk, and he decides that he’s absolutely made the right decision.
#steddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#stranger things#steddie-spooktober#cw suicidal thoughts#assumed at least#Eddie's gonna take care of Steve though no worries#solar wrote#eddiesteve
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because of you • part two
PART I • PART III • PART VI • PART V • EPILOGUE // REQ -> @sattlersquarry ❝ an enemies to lovers fic with Steve? 💙 maybe they have to put aside their differences to fight upside down stuff and realize they actually have a lot in common 👀 • 18+ | ( 3.3k – little bit of king!steve, mostly angst with a dash of fluff, enemies to idiots in love, steve x reader )
B E C A U S E O F Y O U • P A R T T W O 🎶 theatre, etta marcus
❝ IS IT EASIER WHEN YOU DON’T HAVE TO START AGAIN? WHEN YOU DON’T WANNA MAKE AMENDS? ❞
‘Stealing a Winnebago’ had been easier than you’d assumed, but the getaway execution went exactly like you thought it would. Absolute disorganized chaos and the way Steve peeled out of the trailer park dumped you into Robin’s lap for the first mile. Made you even more skeptical of whatever half-assed plan these people had frankensteined together and now? You found yourself browsing the clothing section of The War Zone.
What in the hell were they thinking coming here anyway? From Eddie’s retelling of what happened under Lover’s Lake it sounded like not one of them knew anything about hand-to-hand combat, let alone guns. Couldn’t even land a punch, but thought they could handle this? Walls of rifles on display, rounders full of bulletproof gear and cases upon cases of bullets and god, you wanted to leave.
“Hey,” Nancy’s voice pulled your attention away from the tactical vests you were staring at, her eyes wide and earnest as she looked over at you. “If I go over to the counter, you gonna be okay?”
“Oh, totally,” you lied. “Yeah, was gonna go look over here anyway,” and you thumbed over your shoulder at more vests.
“Okay, good.”
She gave you a small Nancy-Wheeler-smile and left you there alone in a sea of camouflage. In the middle of a store you’d never have set foot in before all this and making you second guess yourself. Second guess what was seemingly more and more a stupid decision to go along with all of this and you huffed a sigh in frustration.
“Should’ve stayed in the trailer,” you grumbled under your breath, fighting the urge to just walk out, but apparently you weren’t the only one wandering around all the puke green clothing.
“Huh, didn’t know you had good ideas.”
The sound of Steve’s voice made your hands ball into fists, nails pressing half moons into your palms.
“Do you ever have anything nice to say?” you sneered and he had the audacity to be so causal. Didn’t even look up from the tactical vests he was flipping through and tossed one into his cart.
“Not to you I don’t.”
Anger rose in your chest like a pot boiling over, so hot it made your cheeks burn as you glowered over at him.
“What’s your problem?”
“Don’t have one.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yep,” and still he didn’t look at you. Picked a bomber jacket off the rack and piled it on top of his vest and it was the last straw.
Stalking over to his side of the rounder you got right up in his face, dug a finger into his chest and said, “Liar.”
His eyes flickered at your accusation, sardonic smile pulling at the corners of his mouth as he looked down at you and warned, “Don’t say things you can’t prove, Princess.” And he leaned into your finger. Waited for you to fold. Tsked at your attitude and the sound of it triggered a memory so strong you felt like you’d been sucker punched.
Your second ever interaction with Steve Harrington happened the week before summer break.
You heard it while you were walking back to school from grabbing lunch at the diner. A high, sharp whistle followed by car horn and then—
“Owwww, damn baby!”
And you recognized the voice right away.
Tommy Hagan. Leaning out the passenger window of Steve’s BMW. Wolf-whistling at you and being a dick and you tried to ignore them, but then they were pulling up next to you and slowing way down.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Tommy purred at your back, your mouth twisting into a scowl at the sound of Eddie’s nickname on his tongue. “You need a rid–” he started to ask, but his question cut short when you turned around.
Mouth dropped open in shock for a split second as he realized who you were, Tommy quickly recovered and started to laugh. That obnoxious, hyena-like laugh that made you want to punch him and he smiled and whistled again.
“Shit, Stevie! Who knew the freak had an ass on her!”
“You kiss Carol with that mouth, Tommy?” you shot back, Steve stifling a snicker from the driver’s seat.
“Bet you could do for a kiss, baby,” Tommy tsked, pouted his lips at you and grinned, “Always so damn sour.”
“Yeah? Wanna find out why?” you threatened and it made Tommy grin even wider. Shark-like. Predatory.
“Park it, Stevie,” Tommy didn’t bother looking at his friend, eyes locked on you as he opened the passenger door and jumped out of the car while it was still moving. Walked right up and crowded over you, eyes narrowing as he leaned in, “And what if I do?”
Your stomach lurched, heart leaping into your throat as you stood your ground. You didn’t think he’d take the bait, but you also didn’t shy away. God, you wished Eddie was there. Tilting your chin up in defiance you glared him down.
“Tommy, c’mon man. Just leave it,” you heard Steve’s voice from over Tommy’s shoulder, tinged at the edges with desperation as he ran up on the two of you, but Tommy couldn’t have cared less.
“Well? What’re you gonna do about it, toots?” Tommy pushed again, toes of his shoes knocking against yours as he stepped even closer, towering over you and it hit you like a ton of bricks how in over your head you were.
“Tommy, just leave–”
“I didn’t ask you, Harrington!” Tommy snapped and you took the opportunity.
Grabbing a fistful of his shirt in your hands, you yanked Tommy down into you and drove your knee into his crotch as hard as you could.
“Oh, fuuuuck,” he choked out, folded in half and hands covering his junk as he dry heaved and you took a big step back.
“Coward,” you turned and hurled the word at Steve and watched it land heavy as his face shifted. Brows pinching together and mouth dropped open, but nothing came out as he struggled to say those two little words. I’m sorry. To tell you he wasn’t like his friend, but his silence betrayed him.
“You bitch,” Tommy grunted at you as he tried to straighten up, one hand still over his crotch.
“Don’t move! I’ll–I’ll get you expelled!” you threatened and it made him laugh. A mean, mirthless thing.
“No fuckin’ way. My mom’s on the school board, who’s gonna take your side?”
And you looked back at Steve for a split second, silently asking him to step in and do something, but he stood frozen in place. Still unable to go against his ‘best friend’ and what little belief you had left in him was shattered.
You were done with Steve Harrington.
Shaking your head, you fought back the tears burning at the corners of your eyes and ran up the path to the cafeteria doors. Disappeared behind them with a loud, metallic slam! and left Steve alone to drown in the deafening silence.
Don’t say things you can’t prove, Princess.
It was like no time had passed, like you were still there in that parking lot with Tommy towering over you and tsking at you just like Steve was doing now, but this time you didn't run away.
“Don’t call me that!” you shoved at his chest and he stumbled back a step.
“Don’t call me a liar!���
“All you do is lie, Harrington! Your entire life was built on lies,” you could see his pulse fluttering against his neck. Watched his jaw tick as he clenched down on the words he wanted so badly to throw at you, but you didn’t give him a chance. “Why are you even here? You don’t give a shit about Eddie. You don’t give a shit about anyone, you’re–”
“Enough!” you flinched as his shout drew the attention of a couple older guys looking at the hunting gear. “You don’t know anything about me, okay? Not a god damn thing,” and the second part was quieter, but they way he held your gaze after punctuated it heavy.
He turned away from you, hastily pushing his cart back toward the cashier counter and walked out the double doors, but you weren’t about to let him have the last word.
“Hey, I’m not done!” you shouted after him across the parking lot. Sharp and biting and it made him spin back around, arms flung out at his sides in exasperation.
“Oh, yeah? Fine. What else you got?”
“Well, for one, I’m not going to sit here while you lord around like King Steve. This isn’t high school. No one here gives a shit about any of that.”
He squeezed his eyes shut at his old nickname. Sucked in a breath and let it out slow to try and steady himself.
“I’m not like that anymore.”
“Seriously? Do you hear yourself? You’ve been a dick to me since I set foot in Max’s trailer! And honestly? I’m not surprised! You think I don’t remember all the shit you put me through, put us through in school?” you shot back and he opened his eyes to glare over at you.
“Like I said, Princess–”
“I said don’t call me that!”
“–you don’t have any idea what this is. What we’re up against. None. You’re in over your head.”
“Okay? And what, I’m supposed to sit here on my hands and say, ‘It’s fine! Steve Harrington and all his little friends will fix this’?? You’re out of your mind!”
“And you think you can?” he shot back and your heart rate thrummed heavy in your ears.
“You know, Eddie says he trusts you now, but hell if I will. No fucking way,” and as you turned and cut past him back to the Winnebago he had to jog to keep up.
“Hey! Eddie almost killed me! With a fucking beer bottle!”
You huffed a laugh and kept walking, shaking your head at the accusation and incredulous at the lengths he was going to prove his point.
“Why should I believe you?” you called over your shoulder, “You’re probably just gunning for a headline: Steve Harrington, Hero of Hawkins!”
“Headline?? I–are you kidding me? You think I’d do all this for a headline??”
And finally you stopped at the bottom step of the Winnebago and Steve seized his chance.
“You really think I’m that superficial?” he shot at your back, but you didn’t turn around. Didn’t even acknowledge him and he spent what little patience he had left. “Hey! I’m talking to you!”
But you were already gone. Frozen in place with the world growing dark. Tree line ahead of you blurring. Unfocused and liquid like water and the ground swam under you as a voice echoed in your mind.
I see you.
The sound of Steve still talking behind you turned to fuzz, crackled like radio static and faded away into ear-splitting silence. Deafening and swallowing you whole and then you felt it. The ground falling out from underneath you and you were drowning in the dark and the voice that echoed in your mind pulled you even deeper.
Resisting will only make it worse.
❝ AND I NEVER HAD A TASTE FOR LIARS OR THE UNIQUELY UNINSPIRED ‘CAUSE I DON’T NEED TO BE DESIRED ❞
Steve glared daggers at your back. Anger hot and fuming and fueled by the fact that you had the nerve to ignore him and god, he wanted to prove you wrong.
“Are you trying to piss me off? Cos its work–” but the words died in his throat as he came around to face you. “Oh. Oh, shit,” with a quick glance over your shoulder he saw everyone else finally coming out of the store and he didn’t wait to call for help.
“Munson!! Eddie!” Steve yelled over your shoulder at your best friend before grabbing your shoulders in his hands and squeezed at them. Leaned down to try and meet your unfocused, far away gaze and when none of it worked he felt his chest grow tight.
Not again.
“Hey, hey! Look at me!" panic clawed its way up his throat as he shook your shoulders, "Stay with me! Munson–hurry up!”
Your eyes were glazed over, tears gathering at the corners as your whole body started to tremble. Breathing stuttered and caught in your throat. Lips parted and trying to pull air in, but it wasn’t enough and Steve felt his hand twitch. Wanted to press it to your cheek to try and ground you, reach you and bring you back, but then Eddie was finally at your side and shoving Steve out of the way.
“Sweetheart! Can you hear me? Shit, shit, shit. What happened?? Honey? Look at me!” Eddie cradled your face in his hands. Did what Steve couldn’t. Voice ratcheted up, his usual low timbre a high pitched thing driven by fear and hearing it doused any remaining anger that had settled into Steve’s chest and replaced it with something else.
With helplessness. Regret. Remorse.
With the slow realization that everything he’d just said to you wasn’t worth it. Remembered how Nancy had yelled at him, just like you, outside of the gym. You’re bullshit! And his throat squeezed with guilt for messing it all up again because he was bullshit. He was a liar and you were right. Had he learned nothing?
He looked at you, your face contorted with fear, and he felt something new flicker within him. A feeling blooming at the pit of his stomach. One he was so certain couldn’t possibly exist when it came to you, but as he stood there watching Eddie try to shake you back from the dark he wasn’t so sure anymore.
“Steve, help me!” tears cut down Eddie’s cheeks as he called to him and pulled him hurtling back to Earth. Desperate. Pleading. Begging him to do something and it shook Steve back into action.
Heart pounding in his chest, adrenaline coursed through Steve's body and fought off the fear that had threatened to trap him in choke hold.
“Max, gimme your Walkman!” he shouted over your shoulder.
The rest of the group had started running back to the Winnebago as soon as they’d heard yelling and when Steve asked for the cassette player, Max knew time was running out.
“Shit,” she hissed under her breath and broke into a sprint, scrambling to untangle the headphones from around her neck as she hurried to get to you. “Here! It’s still Kate Bush, is that–”
“Doesn’t matter–Munson get these on, hurry!” Steve, snatched the Walkman from Max and crammed it into Eddie’s outstretched hands.
“Please, please, please,” fell from Eddie’s lips, desperate, praying that this would work as he fitted the headphones on and pressed them against your ears, “Please.”
Blinking heavy, you strained your eyes against the black. Against the suffocating dark you suddenly found yourself in. The stand of vivid, green ash trees lining the parking lot replaced by gnarled branches, dark and leafless. Bright yellow buttercups snuffed out by thick, wet vines that snaked their way across the ground under your feet.
You weren’t in the parking lot of the War Zone anymore, not really, and as you breathed in the sickly, ashen air your heart stopped in your chest.
The Upside Down.
“Eddie? Eddie!” you shouted into the dark, red lightening cracking the sky in two, and when no one answered you knew you were utterly alone.
Panic gripped you like a vice as you thought of Chrissy. Of Fred and Patrick and dread filled your stomach. Utter hopelessness and grief and when you whipped around to run you felt something tangle around your leg. Wrapping up, up, up and pulling you down, down, down.
You braced for it, ready to break your fall with your hands, but you never hit and instead found yourself lifting into the air. Unhinged laughter filling your ears as more vines snaked around your arms and legs and you swore you were going to be sick.
It was
Him.
“Why isn’t it working?? God dammit, work!” Eddie was yelling at the Walkman, his composure unravelling as Chrissy’s last moments flooded his mind. “Is she gonna die? She can’t die!” he pleaded and his voice cracked, a sob caught in his throat, “Please don’t let her die!”
“Hey hey, hey! Get a hold of yourself. That’s not gonna happen, okay? It’s gonna work,” Steve gripped Eddie’s shoulders, looked him in the eye and tried to reassure him, but when he glanced over at you he knew he couldn’t make that promise. “Please work,” he whispered, “I’m sorry.”
Where are you going? You can’t leave. Not yet.
Vecna’s voice was everywhere. Flooding every part of you and you feared you would never feel joy again. Would never escape this. Would be stuck here forever screaming into the void, hanging on Vecna’s every whim.
I would like very much to show you where I’m going. Please, take a seat.
And the vines yanked you down, squeezed tight around your wrists and legs and held you fast against the ground, rocks digging painfully into your back.
“Please, let me go!” you pleaded into the dark. “Please, I–” but your mouth went dry as a shadowy figure appeared through the ash. Coming closer and closer in the dark with each heavy step and when it finally stopped, feet at your head, your blood ran cold.
Wet, sinewy skin. Muscles exposed and stretched taut. Eyes that pierced your mind and knew every single one your thoughts. Knew all the dark things spiraling there and made them worse. Clawed at you with spindly, protruding hands and long, dagger-like claws and suffocated you with the smell of something rotten.
Of decay.
Of death.
Reaching a hand down, Vecna held it over your face, inches away from touching you as you struggled against your restraints, but they constricted tighter with your every move.
“Please,” you were crying openly now, tears cutting paths through the ash that had settled on your cheeks, but he ignored you.
I want you to tell your friends, I want you to tell them everything you see. Everything I show you.
“No, please!”
Tell them!
“No, I can’t–”
Tell them everything!
And then your head felt like was being cleaved in two. White hot light fracturing the black sky into thick shards and your screams were the only thing you could hear as Vecna pried open your mind and poured into you his vision for the future...
Hawkins in ruin.
Four gashes in the earth. Cavernous. Hot and angry and full of fire.
Your family. Lying scattered across your lawn. Motionless and still and limbs bent wrong.
Tell them!
Your friends hanging in the air just like Chrissy, Fred, Patrick.
Eyes empty, slack-jawed and lifeless, bones snapped like twigs.
Tell them!
Eddie and Robin and Nancy and Steve and–
“NO!” you screamed, the sound pulled painfully from your lungs as you felt your legs give way and collapsed into yourself.
“Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa–”
Steve scrambled to grab hold of your shoulder and barely caught you before your bare knees hit the pavement.
You heard birds chirping. Sunlight filtering through the backs of your eyelids as you kept them squeezed shut, but the air was clean. Smelled fresh and as you slowly opened your eyes you realized you weren’t choking on ash anymore.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Steve was still holding onto you, your hands pressed into his thighs as you braced yourself, the feeling of nausea overwhelming.
“I saw him,” you whispered, only Steve could hear you and you started to cry.
“Him?” Steve asked unnecessarily, glancing up at Eddie. Hoping, no praying, if he asked maybe you’d give a different answer. One that wouldn’t involve death and the end of the world and everything hinging on this stupid fucking plan, but he knew.
Everyone knew.
Eyes glued on their feet. Arms folded over their chests and uneasy with the weight that had settled over the group.
“Vecna.”
[ NOTE: THIS IS PART TWO OF A – POSSIBLY – FIVE PART SERIES, PART FOUR AND FIVE TO COME SOON ]
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Trailer park Steve AU part 21
part 1 | part 20 | ao3
“Right?” Steve asks, scratching his head as he glances back at the door.
“No, I meant you, dingus! What the fuck was that with you?”
Steve feels his face go hot. “What? What do you mean?”
She throws her hands in the air, stomping over so she can get in his face and say, “Don’t ‘what do you mean’ me. Your faces” —she lifts her hands like she’s about to applaud, palms hovering an inch apart— “were like thiiis close to just…”
She claps them together, and Steve feels the blood drain right back out of his face, dread pooling in his gut as she twists her palms this way and that, like two people tilting their heads to kiss deeper. Oh, god. Oh, god. Were they—?
“Mwah,” Robin says helpfully, mashing her hands more tightly together. “Mwah mwah mwah mwah—”
Steve grabs her by the wrist. “Dude. Stop.”
She drops her hands and stares at him — one of those Detective Buckley looks, combing over every inch of his soul for missed clues — and then her mouth does some horribly self-satisfied thing that he hates. “If I didn’t know any better,” she draws, “I’d say someone has a crush.”
I’d say someone has a crush someone has a crush someone has a crush someone has a
Steve’s gonna pass out. The words feel like bile in his brain, acidic and sharp; like puking right after chugging a glass of orange juice. It’s not like he’s—
Look, he knows that he’s— but—
The bell dings. Thank fucking Christ. A big family group, three generations of people talking and laughing and fussing over a baby in a stroller and carrying leftovers from the Italian place down the strip.
Steve sags in relief.
Robin hisses in his ear, “We are so not done talking about this.”
—
He doesn’t want to talk about it.
About Eddie, about the word Robin lobbed at him like a lit bottle rocket, about any of it.
Just thinking about it is giving him a stomach ulcer and a migraine and maybe an aneurysm, too.
He was hoping he made that obvious enough during the last hour of their shift that Robin would just drop it, but that girl has never dropped a single thing in her life. Worse than Nancy, the little bloodhound. Steve saw this documentary once about crocodiles; remembers how they can lock their jaws shut after clamping down on their prey with up to 4000 PSI of pressure.
That’s enough pressure to cut a person’s arm off with a jet of water.
Damn, nature’s cool.
“Steve!”
You know who’s not cool?
“Steve!” Robin hollers again over the song he’s currently blasting to drown her out on the drive home. “Steve, you can’t use ABBA against me like this!”
Steve ignores her protests, responds by shout-singing “DIGGING THE DANCING QUEEN, OOH OOOOOH” at her in his most nasal falsetto because he absolutely can and will use ABBA against her like this, and it works like a charm. He’s pretty sure this song has, like, hypnotic power over her or something, because every time without fail she gives the answering “ooh-oo-oo-ooh-ooh-oooooh” as if on auto-pilot.
“HEY!” she shouts when she realizes what she’s doing. “No sir!” She reaches over and mashes the volume button.
Silence falls over the car. Sucks the air out of Steve’s lungs in the sudden void; his ears adjust slowly, picking up the quiet thrum of the engine, the whispered whoosh of the wind outside. Is he ever going to get used to being kind-of-sort-of-deaf? This shit sucks.
“...Okay, look,” Robin says tentatively. She’s staring at the side of his head, and he keeps his eyes on the road; tightens his grip on the wheel. “We don’t have to talk about you, okay?”
“There’s nothing to talk about with me.”
“Right!” she rushes to agree. Playing along like they don’t both know that’s bullshit. “Totally.”
Steve risks a glance at her. Her expression is earnest, some full-paragraph silent communication like: whatever bathroom-floor-confessional crisis you’re having, we can leave it alone for now. We can let it stay hidden in the dark corners for a little longer; I promise I’ll put my flashlight down.
“Totally,” Steve echoes, nodding at her.
“Okay. Cool. Cool…”
She lets out a long breath, cheeks puffing out as she sits on her hands. Oh, my god, just spit it out. “Can we please talk about him, though?”
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part 22
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Howlin' for Yule
Hello and welcome to my Christmas AUvent Calendar! Every day from now until the 24th I will be posting a ficlet that is 500-1500 from an AU I've done over the years.
All stories will be marked with the tag #12 aus of christmas so you can follow along as I will only be tagging my permanent list for this (it would get too confusing otherwise).
The next one on our list is: Werewolf verse. You can read the story here. All links will be to the first chapter, but the chapter itself will have links to the rest of the story.
Do you know how ridiculously proud I am of that title? Do you? Because I am so damn proud of that title. Also welcome to the one that got away from me. I could have kept it short. They dance, they schmooze, and they go home.
But I wanted to write more with this one and when I realized if I wanted this to end on the 24th, I should have started on the 13th, instead of the 12th, I figured I could extend this and post it Christmas Eve.
Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 Day 4 Day 5 Day 6 Day 7 Day 8 Day 9
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Eddie stood in front of a mirror and fussed with his tie. He usually got a chuckle from seeing his reflection in a mirror because according to Wayne that one only became a myth recently with them no longer using silver to back them anymore. But not even that thought could bring a smile to his face.
Because he had to look super nice for his boyfriend’s big Yule Tide ‘do up at the new vampire coven’s place. After the Creel house had almost burnt down when Jason attacked, Chrissy thought it would be better to move the coven somewhere safer. Closer to civilization so that if that happened again, they could get help faster.
They had bought a beautiful mansion in Loch Nora that was able to house all the remaining members of the coven comfortably. It even had a large room just for balls. Which is what this most certainly was.
When Chrissy suggested it back in October, she had merely suggested party including the vampires and werewolves as a way to foster peace between them. But Steve, the beautiful big brained and even bigger hearted had suggested a Yule Ball for all the supernatural beings in Hawkins.
So that meant that all Eddie’s friends were going to be there and he had to look nice.
“You look like you’re going to a funeral,” Wayne groused from behind him. “Probably your own judging from the sour expression on his face.
Eddie whirled around in shock. Wayne was standing there in early 18th century clothes in golds and browns. He looked amazing. “Why can’t I look like that?!”
Wayne looked down at his attire and then back up. “Would you like to?”
Eddie cocked his head to the side. “I mean we really don’t have much time to make me something like that.” He waved at Wayne’s outfit. “Because I don’t think your clothes will fit me very well.”
Wayne chuckled. “Oh ye of little faith. You take that monkey suit off, and I’ll play fairy goduncle. Go on.”
Eddie raised a questioning eyebrow but did as he was told. He hadn’t been gone two scant minutes when he came back and all the clothes were laid out on his bed. Silks, velvet, and lace all in black. He would cut a dashing figure for sure.
He hurried to get dressed and then rushed out to the front to the kitchen and poured out a bowl of milk, placing it on the windowsill.
Wayne chuckled from the living room. “She owed me a favor, but I’m sure she will appreciate the treat anyway.”
Eddie shook his head. “It’s just good manners.”
Wayne nodded solemnly. He had raised this boy right. Not just in the ways of the supernatural, but in the ways of being a good human, too.
Then the sound of horses arriving, clattered outside their window and they both exited the trailer to see an elegant coach and four black horses.
“Your boy sure has a flare for the dramatic,” Wayne huffed as he was helped into the carriage by an actual footman. Something that Wayne had never experienced in his long life.
Eddie could only agree. In the last light of the shortest day of the year, the driver and footman seemed to glimmer as though they had a glamour placed over them to look vaguely human.
They pulled up to the coven’s new home and Eddie let out a wolf whistle. “The new Dominus seems to have her own flare for the dramatic.”
“Nah,” Wayne said as he exited the carriage, “that just comes from being a vampire.”
They were shown into what Eddie could only call a ballroom. It was massive. It was currently setup with long mahogany tables with little nameplates in front of every placement. The eating utensils were gold, the glasses were crystal, and plates were fine china.
It screamed opulence and once Eddie would have turned tail and ran. But not anymore. Being a vampire changed that, for sure, but what really cinched the deal was the man, standing next to the Dominus in a beautiful red and gold outfit similar to what Wayne and Eddie were wearing.
Steve Harrington, Roane Pack Alpha.
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Day 11 Day 12
NOW WITH PART TWO!
I could have waited until the 23rd to post this one, but there was something symbolic about posting it on the day of the winter solstice. The longest night.
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Heartthrob | Arthur Fleck x reader 💗 CHAPTER 12
Summary: Attempting to conceal her checkered past, a young dancer in Gotham (Y/N) lands a job at Ha-Ha’s and finds herself increasingly drawn to a shy, lonely clown named Arthur Fleck.
Warnings: sex, age gap, language, violence, mental illness, assault
Word Count: 2093
Chapter List: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11
Arthur's Note (see what I did there?): Thanks every so so much for the kind words and encouragement. I didn't realize the new trailer was coming out today but I started writing this fic again about a week ago and I think I'm on a roll! I <3 Arthur Fleck so much and hope you enjoy!
Arthur had insisted on walking you home, had kissed you again at the front door of your apartment building and promised to call you the next morning; you both had the next day off and planned to see each other.
When he pressed his body into you. You could feel he was hard, but restraining himself. Arthur was nothing if not a gentleman. It only made you love him more.
“I'll call you in the morning,” he hummed into your ear.
“First thing in the morning,” you corrected him with a sly grin.
Arthur smiled, blushing. “First thing in the morning.”
You hated to pull yourself away from him. It was crazy: You'd never cared that much about sex, but for the first time in your life, you understood what it felt like to want to ask someone upstairs, what it felt like to actually want someone to spend the night in your bed. But of course, you had your parents to think about and they'd never go for it in a million years.
Arthur watched you get into the elevator. When the doors closed, you felt like you might cry. Reminding yourself you were gonna see him again in twelve hours was the only thing that put your longing heart at ease.
***
It was almost midnight, and your parents usually went to bed around ten, so you were surprised to find them both sitting up on the sofa in the living room, watching what had to be the last half hour of The Murray Franklin Show. They never watched Murray. They never even stayed up this late.
“What’s going on?” you asked as you locked the front door and hung your coat up.
“We’ve been worried sick!” your mother cried as your dad muted the television.
Oh boy. This was already off to a great start.
“Why?” you asked, cocking your head to one side. “I mean, I know it’s almost midnight, but-”
“There’s been another killing on the subways,” she continued. “They think it’s related to what happened to those three Wayne boys a few days ago.”
“You’re kidding,” you sat down on the sofa to face them. “Who’d they kill?”
“A man,” your father answered. “But they don’t know anything else yet. You were out all night and didn’t hear anything about this?”
You shook your head. “No. But it’s getting crazier out there.”
“What exactly did you do tonight?” your father raised an eyebrow.
“Met up with friends,” you answered breezily. Technically you weren’t lying. Arthur was a friend. Sort of.
“That’s interesting,” he continued, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. “Because those so-called girlfriends of yours called here looking for you. Two different times in fact.”
“They did?”
You gulped, trying to scan your mother's face for some kind of hint to help you navigate the choppy waters of your father’s suspicions. But her “worried sick” face had morphed into her “I’m just gonna stay out of it and keep the peace” face.
Typically a bad sign.
“First Tina and then that other girl…” your father said. “The one with the silly name…”
He looked to your mother who shrugged in response.
“Chantelle,” he finally remembered. And Chantelle said she was calling to find out how your ‘hot date’ went tonight.”
Damn that Chantelle. You knew she had a champagne-and-dial addiction - it was why she was still hooking up with at least five of her ex-boyfriends - but you could still murder her ten times with a hatchet. She had no idea how crazy your dad was.
“I told your father it must have been some kind of practical joke,” your mother finally interjected. “You know, those telephone pranks kids these days like to play on one another?”
You could see she was trying to help you out. And for one crazy second, you considered telling them the truth:
Mom, Dad…I’m in love with a beautiful clown.
No, that wouldn’t go over well at all. They’d hit the roof. In fact, they'd go through the roof.
The less you said about Arthur the better. At least for the time being.
“I did go out with friends,” you explained in as even a tone as you could muster. “I don’t know what Chantelle’s talking about.”
“Which friends?” your mother asked.
“Just some friends…from…from…” you struggled to complete the sentence. You never went anywhere besides work these days, so where the hell would you meet any other friends?
“Some friends from GU?” your mother asked hopefully.
It was perfect. You could have kissed her right then and there. Saved by the mama.
“Yes!” you nodded. “Yes, some friends from college.”
“Honey, that's wonderful!” your mother smiled.
Your father nodded approvingly. “Those are the kinds of people you should be spending time with. People who are serious about their future…as opposed to a couple of strippers.”
“They’re not strippers, Dad!”
He smiled at his own dumb joke and you pursed your lips. Your father never approved of anyone if he didn’t deem them “serious about their future.” The problem was, most of the kids you’d met at Gotham University were entitled assholes from rich families who didn’t actually care about their futures: no matter how badly they fucked up, their privileged parents could afford to yank them out of hot water and they knew it. Your dad had it all wrong. But you didn’t have the heart to correct him.
“How come you look so disheveled?” your father’s voice broke into your thoughts once more.
You blinked. “Excuse me?”
He pointed at your rumpled clothes.
“Your outfit’s wrinkled, your hair’s a mess. And your makeup…”
“Did something happen tonight, honey?” your mother asked. You could sense the growing concern in both their voices, and it brought you right back to when you’d started having problems at GU. Your poor parents had to watch as their star student daughter - who’d never given them a lick of trouble - suddenly turned into someone they didn’t recognize. Someone they were afraid of.
“Sweetheart,” your mother prodded gently. “You didn’t happen to get into a…a fight or an altercation with anyone tonight, did you?”
You shook your head and laughed, trying your best to put them at ease. “Not that I can remember.”
It was a true enough answer. More true than they needed to know, anyway.
“You can tell us if you’re…struggling,” your father added. “We want to know if something’s going on.”
You shook your head again. “What happened was, the subway was totally jam packed. Maybe it had to do with the killing tonight, I dunno. Anyway, we were stuffed like sardines. I got all pushed around on the train. You know how the people in this city can be.”
“Fucking animals,” he muttered under his breath. You glanced up at the TV where a still-muted Murray seemed to be delivering his closing words. “You’re alright though, aren’t you?”
“Of course,” you assured them both. “Nothing a shower and some shampoo can’t fix.”
You breathed a concealed sigh of relief as you watched your parents breathe one of their own.
You popped up from the sofa and stretched.
“Gonna get ready for bed,” you announced. “See you in the morning.”
“Goodnight, sweetie,” your mom called out. “We love you.”
“Love you, too.”
You turned to go to your room and heard your dad unmute the TV, Murray Franklin’s voice ringing out over the orchestra as an organ struck up the groovy chords from his signature closing song:
“Goodnight, and always remember: That’s life!”
You laughed softly to yourself. “That’s life!” you whispered as you dance-glided down the hall and into your bedroom, shutting the door behind you.
Life really was something, wasn’t it? Especially life in Gotham, a life like yours: one that now had a beautiful man named Arthur Fleck in it.
After the crazy night you’d had, the shower felt like a balm to your soul. You crawled under the cool covers of your bed, still giddy from your date with Arthur and the promise of seeing him tomorrow. As you drifted off to dreamland, you thought about even though your parents drove you up the wall, you loved them and would do anything for them. You hated the toll your problems at GU had had on them - how scared and defenseless they’d been, not knowing how to help you when the shit hit the fan. They didn’t have the resources and privileges of your ex-classmates’ parents, but they’d stood behind you when no one else had. You’d never forget that.
After the nightmare at Gotham U - after everything it’d put you and the people you loved through - you’d vowed to yourself that you’d never be powerless again.
Although you felt powerless to stop the freight train of emotions you felt for Arthur, you decided he was a worthy exception. Arthur also knew what powerlessness felt like. He wasn't like the rest of them. He was the salt of the earth, just like your parents. Just like you.
And as long as you and Arthur had each other’s backs, you told yourself as sleep enveloped your being, nothing could ever take either of your power away again.
Together, you were unstoppable.
***
The phone rang first thing in the morning, just as Arthur promised. Thank GOD your bedroom had its own phone line.
“Hey you!” you answered playfully on the first ring.
“There you are. We’ve been calling you, bitch!”
“Chantelle?” you paused, your breath hitching.
“And Tina’s here,” Chantelle said. “We’re at Ha-Ha’s. You didn’t call either of us back last night so we decided to ambush you first thing in the morning.”
“Oh yeah,” you shook your head. “And by the way, thanks a lot for telling my dad about my ‘hot date’ last night. He was real happy to confront me about that when I got home.”
“So you did come home last night!” Chantelle gasped.
“I told you a million times!” Tina’s annoyed voice rang out in the background. “She wasn’t gonna have sex with him on the first date.”
“So how was it?” Chantelle asked. “Tell us everything!”
“It was…great,” you answered. “He’s…wonderful.”
Chantelle squealed. “Y/N’s going out with a college boy!” She sang.
“Let’s not blow this out of proportion,” Tina countered. “College boys are a dime a dozen. And most of ‘em wouldn’t know how to please a woman even if they majored in it. Gimme the phone, Chantelle.”
You heard the receiver scuffle on their end and Tina’s no-nonsense voice rang in your ear.
“How was the outfit, hair and makeup?” she demanded. “Any mishaps?”
You paused. It would take too long to explain the whole blacking out thing to them, you reasoned. And you didn’t want them to worry.
“Everything went fine,” you said. “You guys did a great job. I can’t thank you enough.”
“I have some very exciting ideas for the next date outfit,” Tina said. “When are you getting here? I’ll fill you in. We’ll try on some samples.”
“I’m off today!” you sang into the phone. “And I’m actually seeing him again this afternoon.”
“What? You slut!”
Chantelle grabbed the phone back. “You’re seeing him again? So soon? Oh my goodness, Y/N, I feel like you’re gonna marry this guy.”
You heard Tina groan in disgust behind Chantelle before snatching the phone back again.
“Then my outfit ideas will have to wait for your third date,” Tina said. “Assuming there is one. What were you planning on wearing today?”
“I dunno,” you glanced around your messy room helplessly. “I haven’t even thought about it.”
“Okay, listen to me, Y/N. You’re an autumn. That means warm skin tones. Understand?”
“Warm skin tones,” you repeated back, even though you had no idea what the hell she was talking about.
“I’m talking greens, I’m talking yellows…come to think of it: do you have anything in peach?”
You shook your head. “I don’t think so.”
“Black is fine. Accessorize with those gold hoop earrings. A full face of makeup just like we showed you. But go easy on the blusher, for the love of God.”
“Thanks, Tina.” You laughed.
“Shit. Hoyt’s coming,” Tina warned. “Call us immediately after today’s date ends. We need a detailed play by play so we can mastermind the plan for date number three.”
“I thought you said these college boys were a dime a dozen,” you countered.
“Mastermind your outfit for date number three,” Tina corrected herself. “If you’re gonna date a college douche, the least you can walk away with is a killer wardrobe.”
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S17e6 live reactions!
Spoilers...obviously
i'm kinda nervous to watch this because i saw someone's post on e6 before this on garvez and they weren't happy... let's see because we're def getting pen and luke interaction this ep bc of the whole tyler ex gf thing
i'm like 95% confident that this is a dream...
okay def a dream because luke is hurt
reminds me of that dream spence had close to the end of s15
what a strange song to have emily sing
okay even dream dead emily is sad :( bring her back from the dead pls (again)
yep... dream
poor papa pasta :(
emily singing will haunt me forever
i like how CM can be scary when it wants to be
aw even after 20 years, emily, jj and pen will be my favorite trio
OH MY GOD rossi's really feeling the trauma
wait this is so sad :(
you're not fine, dave. none of you are fine. PG had the right idea leaving the BAUwh
jj what are you getting at????? luke? i kinda wish it was about luke, but i knew it was about emily
beige, wasting time, and bad kissing?? why is that so penelope garcia coded?
god jj just takes care of everyone but herself, mamabear!jj is my fav
Penelope, pls don't be jealous, he's not worth it
how are garvez so normal after last week? at least their friendship is never in question
why is it awkward luke? because you're in love with pen?
okay i don't mind me some greencia banter, but they did NOT date
jfc dave needs a therapist
aww tara's the best man
kinda love the team knows each other so well, they can talk and listen without words. it's kinda beautiful
OH MY GOD i kinda predicted what tara said about "sitting quietly"
you're safe dave, we promise. we all love u
jj don't make it darker i can barely see the show as it is
i love high!emily, man
i will be using emily's chopsticks trick going forward
"delicious but insufferable" is my new catchphrase
"emily elizabeth prentiss"
super hot latino/a is penelope's type too ;)
damn pen's is roasting him and i kinda love it
i like the parallel of garvez interrogating teresa and tyler about the relationship - i know they have different purposes for doing so, but in my opinion still keeps them connected in a way - so i'll take what i can get
tara's right
luke looks so impressed and kinda turned on by pen's hacking primer - i love it; i know it's just adam, not scripted, but i appreciate that kirsten and adam keep us happy and delulu
"new friend"
i just realized this is the ultimate love square (pen, luke, teresa, tyler)
WHY are you talking about the "sticky chemistry"
penelope's a lot mature than she's acting about this, i mean they are all in their 30-40's and should be able to be honest about their FEEELINGS
god I love how much luke hates tyler
chaotic emily is kinda terrifying
"just run through the field and catch all that rye" HAHAH FUCKING LOVE YOU EMILY
emily you know she loves cheetos why would you leave them out
lmao high!jj
oh this is the elevator scene from the trailer where the walls collapse in
this show can be very scary when it wants to be (hasn't been for me in a while because i rewatch and know what's gonna happen)- and I like that they're leaning into it
lol are they hinting that they were both attracted to tyler because they have grief-related trauma and he's a good, desperate short-term solution
oh my god they were not dating
OH MY GOD I LOVE THAT LUKE AND TYLER HATE EACH OTHER
sir, agent alvez sir, need i remind you that only 7 years ago you were also the lone wolf type?
"rattle off a list of your victims you know, besides penelope and teresa" GO OFF LUKE ALVEZ OMG
this is weirdly hot
"ever take matters into your own hands, luke?" is that a thinly-veiled comment about the fact that everyone knows about his feelings but he is yet to do anything about it yet? or am i too much of a garvez shipper and i'm reading garvez into every pen or luke interaction on this show
aw ex bf and boyf bonding!
"who have you pissed off recently?" lol besides you lukey?
why is voit doing sit-ups? man, he is weird
why don't they call him "Lee?" i feel like it would affect him more
62!?
god voit's a good profiler
elias has strong daddy issues and i think he needs dave's approval
what is he repressing? krystall?
oh my god voit's such a good villain
yeah man, don't date tyler if you don't want your trust violated or safety threateneed
oh my god are jj and em gonna fight?
no don't tease a relationship between teresa and luke please i can't
OMG, we finally got a GARVEZ confession!!!
"she knows i love her" luke you're breaking my heart, he sounded so sad :(
but also --- does she know? y'all never said it... and she needs the words said to her. she's not great with subtext, luke
i love that teresa's not letting him excuse his feelings or his inaction
GOD NO DO NOT DATE EACH OTHER I CAN'T TAKE LUKE DATING SOMEONE ELSE RIGHT NOW PLS
no elias, you ARE a fan boy
"honestly" "trust me" those words don't mean anything coming from you elias
god guys you're so much smarter than him, please stop trusting him PLEASE
"this was fun, dave!" god elias just likes fucking with them
yay!! tyler character development
i simultaneously love and hate this tyler / luke bromance
"we are stronger than anyone gives us credit for" YES SO TRUE I LOVE THESE TWO WITH ALL MY HEART
"it gives me you" aw, jemily fans are gonna lose their mind aren't they, but also they're my fav bff duo
"let's fucking go" LOVE YOU EMILY SO HARD
wtf teresa; oh my god this love square is going to kill me
"north star is us, the BAU" DAMN that's powerful
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Watching Agatha All Along Follow Me My Friend To/ Glory At The End
ALICE
I'M SCREAMING ALICE IS ALIVE?!
Wait no RIO?!
Oh I'm screaming so hard
Oh ouch Rio really had to show Alice her dead body 😭
Aw, Rio's face when Alice is saying how it can't be it now that she just broke the curse😭
It's definitely not an easy job for her I think
OH MY GOD THEY WENT INTO A SMOKEY CORRIDOR
Aw Billy's face when he realizes that Lila is gone😭
Oh, Agatha just running away😭
Oh my god, Rio is fucking hot af
Rio did you really have to bring up Agatha's coven shrinking 😂
OH MY GOD
I'm screaming the way Agatha was distracting Rio the whole time😭
HE ISN'T AN ABOMINATION
Aw, Agatha is a sweetheart
The way Agatha wanted Rio to stop talking when Rio mentioned that Billy was another woman's son😭
Oh special treatment?! OH AGATHA IS PISSED NOW
The way Rio's face twists at Agatha's riser voice,
Awwww the way she asks Agatha why she lets everyone believe the things about Nicky 😭
The way Rio has so many emotions flash in her eyes at Agatha's words😭
Agatha's ex is Death and it absolutely makes sense lol
Aw, two ex wives sitting across from each other
Aw, the way Agatha just gives up and says take him but Rio looks down
HOLY SHIT BILLY HAS TO TURN HIMSELF IN? MY POOR BOY
NOOOOOOOO AGATHA NO
Aw my heart hurts so much seeing Rio's face at Agatha saying she wants To to stop pursuing her and that she never wants to see Rio's face again 😭😭😭😭
Oh damn this shit hurts so much
OH RIO'S KNIFE IS SO FUCKING COOL
Also, the way she keeps looking back at Agatha makes me wonder if she's even able to stop herself from looking at Agatha cause she still loves her sm
The way Billy is saying he's aware Agatha can never be anything but a coven less witch and then Agatha being there is hilarious
"Your last name's a vegetable. Worst kind. It's like swallowing a doily."😭😂 She right tho
Oooof the way Agatha was monologuing and then tripped 😂
And she still has no powers😂
Oh she's done😂
Aw, poor Billy got yelled at🥺
The way everyone's shoes are there even the ones belonging to Alice, Lila and Sharon 😭
Oooooooooooo the way Billy says screw the road and puts his shoes back on is such an emo kid /gen Z thing to do lol
OH MY GOD ARE THEY IN BODY BAGS? IT HURTS TO SEE OTHERS LIVING MY DREAM
The way Agatha is disgusted 😂
"Don't steal her struggle."😂😭😭
The way Agatha is just kinda sitting in her bag still is funny😭😂
The way she pins her locket to her scrubs😂
The way Agatha said Pardon 😂😂 I love Kathryn
How does Agatha manage to rock that gown😂 she's wearing the hell out of it lol
OH MY GOD AGATHA BOUND JEN?
Oh she did it for money and it's awkward 😂
Oh my god, Agatha is killing me with those flirty words
Agatha kinda looks like she pities Jen for that one moment
Oh no, Agatha is looking at the magic and I can see her thirst for magi
The way Agatha said Billy should give her his power
No Billy, don't trust her😭
Wait, the look in her eyes is both pride and bitterness when she says he can bring Tommy back😭🥺
Fuck the way she's trying to help him find Tommy😭
Oh man, Wanda thanking them for choosing her as their mom😭😭😭😭
The way she's trying to reassure Billy that it's ok, that Wanda's world is folding but Billy is ok
Oh my god, the way she grabs his head
Oh my god, Agatha staying with him
"Sometimes, boys die."😭😭😭
Fuck😭😭😭😭😭😭
I feel so bad for doubting her urge to help
Oh my god, a dandelion wish, I wonder if Rio put it there🥺
Oh my god, the way she put her tears on it and buried it😭😭 I think she's trying to bring her son back
Awwwwwwww, she planted it and it grew back 😭🥺
Oooof, the way she's being buried alive🥺
OOOOOOOOOOOO IT'S THE SCENE FROM THE TRAILER AHHHHHHHH
Oh Rio,"Congratulations, my love!" ADORABLE
Oh, Rio seriously, death by a thousand cuts?
The poor neighbours should really move😂
The way Rio is offended Agatha called her evil
I LOVE YOU SM LILA
Oooooooo, damn Rio, you're taking boundage to a new level
Wait BILLY! HE CAME TO DAVE AGATHA AND NOW IM SCREAMING
The way he paused to change outfits is such an Agatha thing to fo
The way he said don't take it all, he's putting so much trust in her to make sure that she doesn't kill him🥺
She's gonna have to control it🥺
And sure enough she also changed her outfit 😂
SHE DID UT! DHE STOPPED HERSELF!!
Holy shit Rio changed her outfit too😂
Oooof, the way Agatha launched Billy to safety
"Everything looks good on me."😂 True
The way Billy just keeps trying to help her🥺
Oh my god, the way she's saying it should be her that goes with Death😭
OH ALL THIS TIME I THOUGHT IT WAS AGATHA WALKING OUT OF THE HOUSE BUT IT WAS RIO?
Agatha nooooo, you better have another trick up your sleeve
The way Billy is calling out to Agatha with his mind🥺 OH MY GOD HE BROUGHT UP NICKY😭
The way she immediately changed her mind and sacrifices herself 😭
WE GOT AN AGATHARIO KISS!!!
Noooooo, Agatha🥺😭
Rio looks stunned 🥺 she didn't think Agatha would really do it it
The way Rio wraps herself in her shroud 🥺
Oh my god🥺 Agatha turned to flowers and mushrooms, Rio created a beautiful tribute
No🥺 her locket 🥺
Rio looking at Billy with her true face and telling him he could go🥺😭
The way she's holding in on herself 😭
The parallels of Billy putting his hood up as he leaves Westview and his mom having done the same hurts so much 😭
Well at least he grabbed his parents car lol
But I can't believe she's gone🥺 AGATHA CAN'T BE DEAD LIKE THAT I REFUSE TO BELIEVE IT
The way he's immediately hugged by his parents 😭 my poor boy😭
Him putting black on feels so significant rn
Aw😭 the wicked witch figurine 😭😭😭
Wait, he had the power to bring himself and his brother back, maybe he can do the same for Agatha?
I don't want to watch anything in the MCU if Kathryn Hahn is gone
Oh my god, everything in his room was the trials! I THOUGHT IT EAS JUST THE WIZARD OF OZ
WHAT? AGATHA? I'M SO CONFUSED
I'm so glad we have another episode lol
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Sonic Movie 3 Spoiler Thoughts
Alrighty! I just got back from watching Sonic 3. I got my spoilery thoughts below the read more.
-Dammit! Tom and Maddie are the best. parents. ever!!!! That poor couple was practically going insane without their fuzzy kids around.
-Wonder how Sonic's uncles would react around him.
-Now that I think about it, did Sonic call Tom "dad" or "Donut Lord" even once (sweater doesn't count)?
-Oooh, Ozzy has some jealously going on. I thought they were getting along pretty well up to the Knuckles show.
-Walters actually gets a little redemption on this movie. He's not hostile towards Team Sonic and he was actually trying to protect Maria and Co. during the raid.
-I was still hoping it was a Wachowski that was involved in the raid 50 years ago.
-Who got the girl in the Telanovela?
-Gasp It's the goat milker!!!
-That 4th wall break by Eggman and Gerald
-I saw in the credits "Escape from the City" was in the soundtrack, but I don't remember hearing any of it.
-Eggman gets the 'damn' card, but not Shadow. Ok.
-I want to go to the Chao Garden now. I don't care if I'm an adult.
-Keanu, you did an amazing job as Shadow. Surprised Sonic didn't point out he sounds like the guy from Speed.
-I'll admit, I got a little teary eye watching the Shadow and Maria montage.
-Chaos Control was not mentioned ONCE!!
-No Olive Garden mention for once? XD -They included E.G.G.M.A.N!!! -They included "Talk about low budget flights, no food or movies… I'm outta here!" -Not enough Live and Learn. Seriously, I would have LOVED to hear longer bits of it, but they mostly kept playing the motif. During the space battle they did play a little more, but it's still not enough for my thirsty ass.
-I was wondering if they were going to include the "I have no idea" line, but not this time.
-Ritter gets like 3 main scenes and that's about it. She pretty much turned into a nothing burger. I was hoping Sam's (Sam Procrastinates) theory would had been right that she was actually Rouge but used a hologram to disguise as a human.
-Speaking of Rouge, it's really weird to see Shadow without her around.
-Sonic going apeshit when Shadow dropped the line "What was his name again? Tom?" Yeah, man. Get a punch in for me too.
-I watched Fadel's spoiler review, did not realize that was the Bio Lizard reference with the monster film Shadow and Maria watched.
-Where the hell was Jojo?! All this time I was predicting she would play a major part in Shadow realizing the errors of his way and she doesn't even get a mention. I would have thought maybe Randall at least would have gotten a bigger role since he's with G.U.N. but he's technically just a cameo.
-Agent Stone, my dude, he is a total badass in this movie and I felt so bad for him. Honestly, I never really thought he was going to be that big of a part of the franchise when I saw him in the first movie and thought he was going to be a one off character, but each passing movie, I'm starting to love the character more and more. Also, Lee Majdoub is a pretty cool guy and you can tell he really appreciates all the fan feedback.
-I'm not a fan of the Eggman x Stone ship, but oh God, I know the ones that do are having one hell of a field day right now.
-Soooo….how did Gerald live to be 110?????
-Not sure which death was more gruesome. Shooting range or bug zapped?
-"You're no Maria." Fuck you, Gerald!
-The dance scene with Gerald & Eggman was hilarious. Their final fight, was kinda meh…
-*sigh* yep, more fart jokes.
-Ok, so people predicting something bad happening to Tom were half right. Some were saying he was going to die, which I didn't think was going to happen. However, he did get a good whack from Shadow. I'm so happy he survived though.
-Wait, did Walters live or die?
-I predict next movie is going to touch time travelling since they're introducing Amy and Metal Sonic.
-Fadel was right, that last battle was like a DBZ fight.
-Shadow probably saved Eggman.
-I'm noticing each Sonic trailer, there's always that one scene that gets changed in the final product. The first movie trailer was any scene with Sonic in red shoes, the second movie was when Knuckles actually says "Does it look like I need your power?", this movie was the battle with Sonic & Shadow, they're actually in their super forms.
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8m to polin season polin show trailer and I’m at work what am I gonna do when I wanna scream? scream at the damn office? I’m gonna lose it actually y’all help me
Okay I’m ready 12m to late let’s go! let’s go polin series
OMG!! Eloise stay being the horrible friend she has always been! Penelope always deserved better friendship! And Benedict is so right! OMG polin best season of the show ever it’s never getting topped either! did y’all see that palpable chemistry of POLIN!
Violet saying that it’s rare when Colin asked about believing in friendship being the foundation for love meaning friendship to love is rarest form of love oh even their love is iconic just like them as it should be polin you will always be the best most legendary ship!
Not me waiting for the trailer but it was just them talking so closely on the live just for me to have missed it 16m ago thankfully I got to watch it now back to work! gotta freak out later but I can’t hold it inn any longer also its fcvk Eloise always trash friend from day1
Show Eloise 4th worst character in whole show and 3rd worst bridgerton sibling book Eloise would never!
my heart is so full with the Polin series I love enemies to lovers that’s always been my fav trope since delena klamille spuffy ect but ever since jjpope polin they have made me realize nothing beats friends to lovers trope it will always be the superior trope in the end bc it’s build on mutual respect admiration pinning over time its just top tier trope you can’t beat a love like that it’s BASED!
Why Colin doing the JJ looking at pope lips 👄 I knew I always had the best ships when they stare at their love lips jjpope polin you will always be the best netflix ship!
you really canf beat that! Netflix said our best ships will always have a scene like this! The only funny part is that Pope is the one that’s oblivious like Colin but JJ is Pen whos loved pinned for Colin/Pope since they were kids oh polin jjpope never beating the best Netflix ship
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Unlikely Friends - S.Harrington
Summary - Lover’s lake was her favorite lake to skate on during winter break, usually only running into older men ice fishing. However, one night she runs into the captain of the hockey team, Steve Harrington. They become unlikely friends within the span of a night.
Word Count - 792
Warnings - Female reader, use of Y/N, Munson!Reader no physical description is given, foul language, not proofread
Author’s Note - Welcome to day 19! 6 more days left! This is one of my favorite pairings ever, hockey player and figure skater.
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There was one lake in Hawkins that she liked to go to in order to practice over the winter break, that lake was lover’s lake. Usually it was vacant except for some ice fishers but not this night. No, this night there was a boy who was skating around with a hockey stick. She had recognized him, the captain of the high school hockey team, Steve Harrington.
She went about her usual routine however, unbothered by the new presence around her. That was until she was hit square in the back with a hockey puck which sent her flying onto the ice.
“Oh my god! I’m so sorry! Are you okay?!” She heard his voice approaching her, panic lacing his tone.
“Holy shit that hurts! Goddamn Harrington! Do you have to hit that thing so hard?” She groaned out as she sat up, his hand reaching out to her to help her up to her feet, she gladly accepted and accepted the help.
“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” He repeated, still panicking.
“I’m good, I’ve had worse but damn those things are hard as shit. Now I understand why so many hockey players are missing teeth.” This made Steve chuckle, tension leaving his shoulders at her foul language and realizations. “What are you doing on the ice on Christmas eve?” She asked him, rubbing the spot on her back gently.
“I could ask you the same thing. Coach wanted me to practice my slap shots, obviously they need work since I completely missed the goal and whacked you in the back,” Steve rambled.
“I need to practice my new skills before my next practice. My coach wants my routine to be perfect, said my skills were average at best.”
“Your coach sounds like a bitch.” This made her laugh as she agreed. Steve offered to step off the lake for a bit so she could feel safe enough not to get hit with a puck again and they’d switch off every 30 minutes so they could get breaks.
Steve watched her, mesmerized by the leaps and twirls she was able to do without effort. She too, was mesmerized by how brutish Steve was on the ice but was an absolute sweetheart off of it. They continued switching who was on the ice for hours, chatting in between and getting to know one another. By the end of their turn taking, it was pitch black outside, the moon shining bright and the star glimmering. They sat on a boulder beside the lake and talked, and they talked.
They talked for hours, about everything and nothing at all. Venting about their coaches and some of the people on their team. As they both took off their skates and put on their shoes, Steve asked her, “How did you get here if you don’t mind me asking?”
“I walked, I don’t live too far away, I live in the trailer park with my dad and cousin,” She replied.
“Do you want a ride home? I don’t mind, the trailer park is on my way actually.”
“That would be lovely, thank you.”
On the walk to his car, Steve asked about her family and who her cousin was. “Eddie Munson, super senior, school freak. He’s my favorite person, he’s a great guy, just misunderstood.”
“I’ve never talked to him before but I know he doesn’t like jocks very much.”
“God no, most of them bully the shit out of him. Once he gets used to someone, you get to see the real side of Eddie.”
They talked through the entire car ride, which was short and hadn’t stopped until he pulled into the driveway of the trailer, two men sitting on her doorstep with cigarettes in their hands and waiting. She kissed Steve on the cheek before thanking him and leaving the car.
“Where the hell have you been? We’ve been worried about you!” Eddie exclaimed, pulling his cousin into a protective hug.
“I was practicing for a while, met Steve and we lost track of time. I didn’t mean to scare you guys. I’m sorry,” She admitted.
“No need to apologize sweetpea. We’re just glad you’re home safe. We will be talking about that boy though,” Wayne butted in, kissing his daughter on the head before ushering the two teens inside. She waved at Steve one last time before the front door had closed behind her. She hadn’t left the area of the front door until she heard Steve’s car pull away and down the road. With a goofy grin on her face, she made her way into her room for the night. Happy she had the chance to get to know Steve Harrington. Happy that he wasn’t the asshole everyone said he was.
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From Hell to Home to Back Again
Summary: At the talent show, Chrissy Cunningham is so hungry that she nearly collapses. When she's found by Hopper, her parents ended up losing custody of her. She ends up being placed in the care of the Hendersons, and she finally finds the family she so desperately needed. She also ends up falling in love. What other changes are made in this alternate universe?
Warning for some sexual situations. I don't go into detail because I suck at smut. But still, I shall slap a 18+ MINORS DNI on this chapter.
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Prologue . . . Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
December turned into January, before long it was March. Would it really be a a couple more months that Chrissy and Eddie would celebrate their one year anniversary? Chrissy gasped with realization, and she nearly dropped the cup cake she brought over for Eddie. She had been in the hospital when Nancy and Steve were supposed to celebrate their one year anniversary. Ooh, maybe they could celebrate together when the time came. That idea could wait until later. She pushed open the front door of the Munson trailer.
"You should really lock the door, Wayne," Chrissy said.
"Why would people bother? We don't have anything worth stealing," Wayne asked without looking up from his gardening magazine.
"Uncle Wayne, you and Eddie are worth stealing!" Chrissy exclaimed.
"You are sweeter than pumpkin pie, darling," Wayne said.
"How's your leg?" Chrissy asked.
A few weeks ago, Wayne had gotten into a car accident and broken his leg. The truck was in the shop, and Eddie was working his ass off to pay the bills. It had sucked because it had meant taking a break from school as Eddie was now working at Thatcher's Tire, the plant, as well as dealing drugs. Chrissy helped out whenever she could, and without Eddie looking. He insisted he was fine, but Chrissy would hide money inside the couch and also under Eddie's dresser. When she would help Wayne with the laundry, she would sneak bills from Surfer Boy into Eddie's pants.
"It's getting better every day," Wayne said. "Are those for Eddie? I thought Eddie didn't want to make a big deal for his birthday?"
"It's just a cupcake and a teddy bear, Uncle Wayne," Chrissy said innocently.
"I don't believe you, sweetheart," Wayne said, chuckling.
"You should never believe a witch, Uncle Wayne," Eddie's voice came from the hallway. "My love!"
Sleepily, Eddie bent down and wrapped his arms around her, burying his face into her neck. Chrissy laughed and wrapped her arms around him as best she could, nuzzling her cheek against his hair. Eddie pulled back and looked at her.
"How are you doing?" Chrissy asked.
"I feel absolutely good today. I finally had a day off today, and was able to sleep in," Eddie sighed. "What are you doing here on this wonderful morrow of March the Twelveth. . .an absolute boring day of no importance?"
"You know damn well it's your birthday, Eddie," Chrissy said. "Happy birthday, baby."
"Well, I wasn't going to say it," Eddie said, kissing her. "I get a cupcake and a teddy bear? A teddy bear wearing a cheerleading uniform and has their own little wooden guitar?! Holy shit, how did you do that?"
"I know a guy who widdles," Chrissy said.
"You know a guy who widdles?" Eddie asked, narrowing his eyes.
"Yes. I know a guy."
"You know a guy?"
"Eddie!"
"Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, son," Wayne said.
"You're right. You're absolutely right! Thank you, I love - Goddamnit, it's Argyle! Argyle widdles!" Eddie exclaimed, slapping his forehead.
"I love you. What do you want to do for your birthday?" Chrissy asked.
"You don't have anything planned?" Eddie asked.
"No, not until tonight," Chrissy said.
"Oh, good. Do you think we can just lay in bed and do nothing?" Eddie said. "I really feel like doing nothing with you."
"It's your day, babe," Chrissy said.
"No pants?"
"No pants."
"Eddie!" Wayne yelled.
"I said I was going to do nothing, Uncle Wayne! Chrissy is not nothing!" Eddie exclaimed.
"Do you want me to read to you?" Chrissy asked.
"Ooh! Can you do the voices?" He pleaded.
"Yes, Eddie, I can do the voices," she laughed.
"You read, and I'll just keep pretending like you're not helping out financially," Eddie grinned.
"You know?" She asked. "You're not mad?"
"At you just trying to help? Never," Eddie said and booped her nose before dragging her into his room. "Now, what are we going to name this gal?"
He held the teddy bear fondly and Chrissy grinned.
"Well, I like Teddy Henderson," Chrissy said. "But it's your bear."
"I love it!" Eddie said. "And fair since Peggy has my last name."
With Teddy clutched firmly in his arms, Eddie crawled into his bed with Chrissy after they shrugged off their pants. He opened the cupcake box and watched as Chrissy dug under his bed to grab a book. The first one she had grabbed was the Hobbit. She knew him so well. Chrissy settled against the headrest and began to read. After finishing the cupcake, that he occasionally fed to Chrissy as well, Eddie laid down on her chest as she read as he clutched Teddy.
"I could live here forever," Eddie said.
"In this trailer?" Chrissy asked.
"God, no, on top of your heart," Eddie scoffed and smiled. "It seems like a nice place to live."
Chrissy smiled and pushed his bangs back to kiss his forehead. She was so keeping him. They both ended up drifting off and taking a nap until lunchtime. Chrissy insisted on getting up and making lunch for all three of them. Wayne was still in his cast, and it was Eddie's birthday. After lunch, they all gathered in the living room. Eddie was wedged between Chrissy and Wayne with no way to get free as Wayne opened up Eddie's baby book. He did this every year on Eddie's birthday. He pretended like he was embarrassed by it, but Chrissy knew he actually loved it. Wayne closed the book when he showed Chrissy the last picture.
"I'm proud of you, boy," Wayne said.
"You tell me that every year," Eddie muttered. "Why?"
"Because you always find the strength to get back up when you've fallen," Wayne said. "And you always do better."
"It's because of you, my friends, and Chrissy," Eddie said.
"Not all of it, son, don't sell yourself short," Wayne said.
"I don't think I'm going to graduate this year, Uncle Wayne," Eddie frowned.
"Well, that's due to unforeseen circumstances," Wayne said.
"And because of Principal Kissmyass," Eddie said.
"Kissenger," Chrissy and Wayne corrected.
"You're going to get there. You're more determined than any of us Munsons ever were," Wayne said. "And you've been working really hard. . .we see it, maybe not to them, but to us. Happy birthday, my boy. I love you."
Eddie sniffled as Wayne pressed a kiss into his hair. He buried his head into Wayne's chest and let him hold him. Chrissy watched them fondly, her heart swelling at the sight. After that, they all cuddled up against Wayne and watched MASH reruns. It was a good birthday for all of them, especially Wayne, since he couldn't get Eddie anything or do anything because of his leg. Chrissy knew that Eddie appreciated him being there more than anything that Wayne could have gotten him. Eventually, it was time for Chrissy's evening plans for Eddie.
"Are you sure you're going to be fine by yourself?" Eddie asked Wayne.
"I'll be fine, boy! Go on and celebrate with your sweetheart," Wayne replied.
"I mean, are you really sure?" Eddie asked.
"Granny Ecker will be coming by to check on me. You don't need to worry," Wayne said.
"But - "
The door front door opened, and Ronnie's grandmother came in from behind him. Sometimes, it was a blessing, and sometimes, it was a curse that Eddie now lived across from her in the trailer where Ronnie once lived. She now had easy access to him if she thought he needed a good wack with a spoon.
"You heard your uncle! You need a break from working too hard, and your uncle needs a break from you! Now, get!" Granny said.
"Okay! Fine! I'm going!" Eddie exclaimed as he was pushed out the door by his own girlfriend.
"Have a lovely time, Chrissy!" She called out.
"Thanks, Granny!"
"Why is she nicer to you?!" Eddie asked.
"Because she's cuter than you and not a pain in the ass," Granny said.
"I thought old people were supposed to be deaf," Eddie grumbled.
"I heard that!"
"She's not wrong, though," Eddie said as he held out his hand to help her into the van. "You are definitely cuter than me."
"I beg to differ," Chrissy giggled.
"Now, where are you taking me?" Eddie asked.
"The Hideout," she said.
"The Hideout?" He asked as he started the van. "Alright, I'm trusting you, Henderson."
Chrissy giggled as she yanked him by the hand, pulling him towards the bar. He kept looking doubtfully at her. She pulled him inside, outright laughing at the look on his face. His mouth hung open.
"You're going to catch flies," Chrissy said.
"This place looks a lot cleaner than when I left it," Eddie said. "Holy shit, it actually looks like she could serve customers in this place!"
"Yeah," Steve said as he popped up from behind the bar with a grin. "She made us work our asses off to clean up the place in exchange for letting us use it for our party."
"Stevie!" Eddie cackled delightfully.
Steve hopped over the bar, looking just as happy to see him.
"Eddie!" Steve yelled and pulled him into a hug. "Oh, fuck, I missed you! I haven't seen you since you started to work."
"I'm quitting tomorrow," Eddie sighed. "God, your hair smells just as good as I remember it."
Nancy came out from the storage room to join Chrissy in staring at their boyfriends.
"So when do you think they'll be leaving us for each other?" Nancy asked.
"If not tonight, then tomorrow," Chrissy giggled. "They'll definitely be making out by the end of the night."
"That would be so tragic," Nancy said sarcastically and giggled with Chrissy.
Steve and Eddie broke away from the hug to glare mockingly at their girlfriends.
"Yeah, no, we're definitely leaving you tonight," Steve said as he secured an arm around Eddie's waist.
"They just don't understand us, baby," Eddie said.
Nancy laughed and pulled Steve out of Eddie's arms, yanking him into her own.
"You're mine, asshole," she said and kissed him harshly.
Steve broke the kiss, laughing. He brushed his nose up against her.
"So jealous," he giggled and kissed her softly.
Chrissy grinned at them, glad they finally found their footing. It wasn't perfect, but they found their way back to each other, and they were continuously working on bettering their relationship. Steve was still on the basketball team, but he had quit the swim team, and he wasn't going to do baseball this year. He was currently looking for a part-time job. Nancy had managed to join the paper when Chrissy had been in her coma, and she had missed Steve buying Nancy a fedora. Nancy wouldn't stop bragging about it or about the fact that Steve was now growing out his chest hair.
"So, Nancy would definitely kick our asses if we stole her boyfriend," Eddie whispered. "Noted."
Chrissy giggled and slapped his chest. She pulled him further into the bar, leading him towards the back with the stage. Black, white, and red streamers hung from the ceiling. A banner was hung up behind the bar along with Eddie's mugshot that she had gotten from Hopper when he had arrested him a while back when he first started dealing. The charges had been dropped, though, when the evidence mysteriously disappeared. According to Eddie, he had smoked it with Hopper. It was strange to think he was now dealing to her uncle, but Eddie was also now dealing to his own uncle, so maybe it was fair. The others were gathered around the stage: Argyle, Robin, Jonathan, and Heather, who had brought Tina. Gareth was standing next to them as well. Meanwhile, Jeff and Frankie were on stage setting up with two others hidden in shadow.
"Is Corroded Coffin playing tonight?" Eddie frowned. "I haven't practiced with them in weeks."
"You won't be playing tonight," Chrissy said.
"Eddie, man, happy birthday!" Argyle exclaimed and wrapped him in a bear hug.
"Thanks, brochacho," Eddie grinned, and Argyle laughed. "Oh, and thank you so much for Teddy's little guitar. She loves it."
"Aw, so the bear has a name?" Argyle asked.
"Yes, she and Peggy are lesbians," Eddie said.
"They are?" Chrissy asked.
"Don't you think?" Eddie asked.
"They are," Chrissy agreed.
"Nice," Argyle said.
"Well, Teddy definitely needs to have a sleepover with Peggy one night and soon," Chrissy whispered in his ear.
"Definitely," Eddie giggled.
He hugged Jonathan, Robin, Heather, and even Tina just as tightly as he hugged Argyle. Tina grinned as Heather elbowed her.
"Told ya he ain't so bad," Heather grinned. "And even he shares your theories that we aren't alone in the universe."
"If there are a million different species living on this Earth, then why can't there be a trillion more species out there in the rest of the universe?" Eddie asked.
"I totally agree!" Tina exclaimed.
"They're going to be a while," Heather told Chrissy, and she laughed, agreeing with Heather.
After learning about the Upside Down, it only solidified Eddie's theories about aliens. Chrissy believed in aliens, too. It would be stupid not to after everything she went through, but nowhere near as fanatically as Eddie or Tina, apparently. Tina was a tall asian - more specifically, chinese - girl who had been looking to piss off her homophobic parents every chance she got. One of them was throwing parties, and the other was cutting off nearly all her hair and dying it pink. She started spewing things about aliens at the dinner table until it actually became a topic of interest for her, and she also loved the pink hair, so she kept it. Her parents had accepted her lifestyle as a lesbian but hadn't really accepted it. They were just too lazy to do anything about it besides make hurtful comments. It frustrated Tina to no end. Chrissy had gotten to know Tina over the last few weeks while Eddie had been working, and she had hung out with Heather. She had a feeling that Tina would be a welcome addition to their group. After a while, when the band finally finished setting up, the lights flickered on in the back, revealing. . .Dougie and Ronnie!
"Holy shit, Ronnie! Dougie?!" Eddie shrieked.
"Happy birthday, asshole! You didn't think I would miss this, did you?" Ronnie spoke into the microphone. "We have a special guest singing for us tonight. . .Chrissy Henderson. . .come on up!"
Eddie gasped louder than everyone as Chrissy stood and curtsied before hopping up onto the stage. She stood in front of the microphone and looked in Eddie's direction. He placed his hand over his chest, grinning delightfully. His dimples were showing, and his eyes were twinkling more madly than ever before.
"Happy birthday, baby, this is for you. . .my starman," Chrissy said softly.
Eddie pretended to faint and collapsed in Steve's arms. Steve rolled his eyes but held him up as Eddie clutched him tightly, practically sitting in his lap. Eddie gazed at her, his eyes full of love, and she wondered if this was how she looked when Eddie first played. She noted that Jonathan was snapping a picture of the moment, just as he had done that night. The rest of Corroded Coffin started to play, and when it was her time, Chrissy opened her mouth and began to sing.
" . . . Starman waiting in the sky. He'd like to come and meet us, but he thinks he'd blow our minds. There's a starman waiting in the sky. He's told us not to blow it 'cause he knows it's all worthwhile. . ."
As soon as she stopped, Eddie swooped her off the stage and picked her up, whirling her around. Still holding her, Eddie pulled back and smashed his lips to hers. Stars practically exploded in front of her eyes as they kissed, lights overhead, and the music still playing through both of them. . .practically pounding in their veins and in their hearts. Chrissy growled into the kiss, cupping the back of his head and yanking on his curls before wrapping her arms around him. Eddie enveloped his arms around her and pulled her as close as much as he could. God, she wanted to live inside of him. . .touch every part of him. Eddie was crying, tears running down his cheeks as well as her own, and she could taste him now. The lights grew brighter and brighter overhead. . .flickering now. The danced furiously overhead as Chrissy and Eddie kissed, growing and swelling. . .until finally. . .a light bulb exploded overhead. For a moment, it was like she could hear him in her head. Chrissy pulled back, looking at him in amazement. She had never felt that kind of connection with him before, and she wondered what it would be like if they. . .
"What the fuck was that?" Tina asked, staring at the bulb.
"The electricity is goddamn screwy in this place," Bev said. "Maybe we should stick to the stereo for now."
"That's a good idea," Nancy said.
While Tina and the others were distracted, Eddie wiped away the blood from under Chrissy's nose.
"Holy shit," Eddie said.
"I never felt like that before," Chrissy whispered.
"It's like I felt you in my head," Eddie whispered back.
"I wonder what it would be like if. . ." Chrissy trailed off.
"If what?" He asked softy.
". . .if we made love," she finished.
"Well, let's find out, shall we?" He asked.
"Eddie. . ." She said warningly.
"I trust you," Eddie said.
"Yeah, I know. . .it's just. . . I don't want to hurt you," Chrissy said.
"If anything hurts in a very bad way, I'll let you know," Eddie said.
"Alright, but later, we still have your party to attend," Chrissy grinned.
"Ugh, right, that," Eddie groaned.
Once, Corroded Coffin put away their instruments and cranked up the stereo. They joined the rest of them on the dance floor. Robin was happy to dance in Ronnie's arms while Heather did the same with Tina. They jumped apart when they realized that Bev was still there. She scoffed at them and waved her hand.
"Let me tell you something that my own dumbass husband never knew. Men have never been my thing," Bev coughed. "I only married my no good husband so my mama would stop her crying. She just didn't want me to be alone like she was when Daddy died. One thing I regret, though, is never telling her because I think she could have handled it. The point is, I don't give a shit, as long as you're all cleaning this up."
"But you look flattered and blushed when my dad tried to flirt with you," Eddie said.
"Kid. . .I've been around long enough that I know how to blow smoke up a man's ass," Bev said.
Ronnie laughed and pulled Robin back into her arms while Heather did the same with Tina. Eddie shook his head, smiling in amazement, and started dancing wildly with Chrissy. She couldn't help smiling herself. There really was more to Bev than meets the eye. Chrissy and Eddie ended up switching dancing partners halfway through. Eddie danced wildly with Steve while Chrissy danced with Nancy. They switched again after a couple of songs, and then it wasn't long before Eddie was dancing with Ronnie. Chrissy was now dancing with Robin, Nancy with Jonathan, and Argyle with Steve. Jeff and Gareth were dancing together. It looked like Gareth was enjoying it a little too much. It seemed as though he had a crush on the other boy. Frankie was dancing with Heather, while Tina watched him like a hawk in Dougie's arms. All in all, everyone was having fun.
"Oh, God, please tell me Wheeler didn't make that," Eddie gasped as he collapsed at the bar.
Steve and Nancy had stopped dancing early on to head into the back. They had come out a few moments later, carrying a chocolate cake.
"No, she did not," Nancy said. "And the cupcakes I made weren't that bad."
"Well, I wouldn't have called them cupcakes. They were more soup than anything else," Robin said.
"It's okay, you are so good at so many other things," Steve said. "And don't worry, Eddie, I made the cake."
"Thank God," Eddie said, breathing a sigh of relief.
Chrissy watched as everyone sang happy birthday to Eddie like a heavy metal song. He banged his head, laughing joyfully as he did so. He blew out the candles and pretended he was a dragon while he did it. Eddie and Chrissy were, of course, awarded the first two slices of cake. Ronnie sat down next to Eddie and stole a bite of his cake.
"Enjoying your birthday?" Ronnie asked.
"It's the best birthday I ever had. . .well, besides the one for my 9th birthday party and the clown my uncle had hired got arrested," Eddie grinned.
"Oh, shit! Yeah, I remember that," Ronnie laughed. "Okay, that was pretty great. The look on your uncle's face."
"I shouldn't laugh. He tried so hard," Eddie snickered.
"A clown got arrested at a 9 year old's birthday party?" Chrissy asked with a frown.
"It's, uh, complicated," Eddie said with a laugh.
Chrissy smiled. It was clearly a fond memory that Ronnie and Eddie shared. She decided to leave it alone.
"You said no gifts, right? Only memories?" Ronnie asked.
"Yeah," Eddie said.
"Well, I think this counts as a memory," Ronnie said. "Granny found it a while back."
She pulled out a framed photo. It was Ronnie and Eddie when they were eight years old. It must have been shortly after they became friends. Ronnie was in her overalls, and she hadn't found the corduroy ball cap she now wore on her head. Eddie was in torn pants and a flannel shirt that was too big for him. His hair was long, almost like it was now. It was before his dad decided to shave it off. She remembered Eddie telling her that he had cried when he had done that. She preferred to wear his hair much like his mom used to wear hers. It made him look less like his dad. Little Ronnie and Eddie were sitting with their backs against a tree. Ronnie was showing him the Hobbit for the first time. Chrissy knew who took the picture. It had been Wayne. He had always loved Ronnie for being Eddie's first real friend and held a special place in his heart for her. Eddie pulled her into a hug, squeezing her tightly. Chrissy looked on, a fond smile on her face.
"We shoo turn his face inoo a game car!" Tina exclaimed, her mouth full of cake.
"Babe, how many times have I asked you not to do that?" Heather asked. "Digusting. Also, no one knows what the hell you just said."
Tina rolled her eyes at her girlfriend and swallowed.
"We should turn this place into a gay bar," Tina said. "Give people a safe place. On the outside, it will still look. . .well, how it does. . .but on the inside, we turn this place around."
"Seeing as this is my bar, shouldn't I be the one deciding on what to do with it?" Bev asked.
"Uh, right, of course," Tina said with wide eyes.
"My piece of crap husband didn't know what to do with it, and so, he left it to me," Bev said. "Hell, I still don't know what to do with it. . .but if some good can be done with it, then I'm in, kid, as long as you have the money for it."
"Oh, I know some investors who will gladly partake," she grinned manically.
"This is the best birthday ever!" Eddie exclaimed.
"Well, we couldn't have gotten here without you, Munson," Tina said. "You and Chrissy. If Chrissy hadn't become friends with you, fell for you, then Heather wouldn't have brought me here tonight."
Chrissy smiled at the thought. Really, it had all started that night at the talent show when they met, and she wound up down the road to her new life. . .to her new family. It's funny where the road takes you, sometimes. She looked at Eddie and knew he was thinking the same thing. She welcomed his kiss and pressed hard against his lips. They pulled away, and Eddie leaned his forehead against hers.
"Let's get out of here," Chrissy whispered.
Eddie grinned and gently pulled her up, wrapping an arm around her before turning to the group.
"Alright, well, my lady love and I must depart. You'll be fine without us, right?" Eddie asked.
Nancy looked at them for a moment and raised a curious eyebrow.
"What are you going to do?" She asked.
"Well, if you must know Nosy Nancy, Chrissy owes me some birthday spankings," Eddie said.
After he said that, Chrissy giggled and slapped his ass. Eddie yelped excitedly.
"That's one," she teased.
They quickly said their goodbyes, and they were almost out the door when Nancy approached them by herself.
"Okay, didn't we recently talk about this? Nance, if you want to join us, then you have to bring your boyfriend," Chrissy said.
"What? No! I mean, I know that. That's not what this is about," Nancy said, blushing. "Are you going to use you know what during sex?"
"Protection?" Eddie asked. "Of course, we are. Who do we look like to you? Ted and Karen? This isn't our first rodeo."
"Okay, they had one pregnancy scare. . ." Nancy trailed off and shook her head. "You know what I'm talking about."
"Nance, they're mine to use, and if I want to use them, then I should get to," Chrissy said.
"I just think you're being reckless with them. You might do something that you might not be able to take back," Nancy said. "Would you really be okay with that?"
"Nancy, do you trust me?" Chrissy asked.
"Of course, I do," Nancy replied.
"I know what I'm doing here. I've been practicing with El, and I've been getting stronger and more in control," Chrissy said.
Nancy sighed. She should know by now that it was pointless to argue with her, right?
"Alright, fine! But don't say that I didn't warn you," Nancy said and stormed off back to Steve.
Eddie and Chrissy walked out, hand in hand, both rather giddy with anticipation. Eddie drove them out to a clearing in the woods where he laid out a blanket for them in the grass. It was there that they freed themselves of their clothes. It felt different than the other times they had done this, and suddenly, Chrissy was nervous.
"We don't have to do this if you don't want to," Eddie said. "I don't want you to do anything that you don't want to."
"I want to do it," Chrissy said. "I love you."
"I love you too."
"Freak."
"Witch."
Chrissy pushed him down and climbed on top of him. She never felt so freeing than she did right then. . . naked under the stars with the gentle breeze caressing their skin in a very sensual way. The stars twinkled above them, and the moon shone with them. . .almost as if they were watching them. It only encouraged Chrissy further. She joined with him, feeling every part of him and reaching out with her mind, with her powers, to touch his. She did it, for once not caring about the consequences. . .She heard him in her mind. . .as clear as a bell. . .Eddie spoke to her without moving his lips.
"Chrissy!"
Chapter Twenty-Five
#stranger things#chrissy cunningham#chrissy cunningham lives#chrissy this is for you#eddie munson#eddie stranger things#eddie munson lives#chrissy cunningham x eddie munson#eddissy#hellcheer#dustin henderson#henderfam#nancy wheeler#steve harrington#jonathan byers#stranger things argyle#robin buckley#with a side of#stancy#jargyle#platonic stobin#platonic buckingham#platonic ronance#stranger things au#stranger things fanfiction
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my monthly alien stage rewatch findings. or rambles. Yeah rambles. i didnt say anything about Black Sorrow or Cure because those are like the most analyzed videos of all time and im tired Sigh
My Clematis: It still amazes me how much of an effect this one still has on me after all the time that has passed and after all the things that have happened in Alien Stage by now. It truly represents every single thing that makes Alien Stage such a special story. I think watching it again after all that went on in the story just elevates it so much more. This time around what did it for me was the monologue because you can easily apply it to every other character in this and it just Fits so well. Because truly what else do these children have aside from one another? Who else are they supposed to believe in? Where else are they supposed to find a God that can keep them moving forward in a world as cruel as this? All of them have someone, the nature of their admiration and the way they express it varies so much between all of them, but it still follows the same principle after all. The whole mv just put it in such a beautiful way it honestly holds up as its own story but knowing there was way more to these two girls and this whole world makes it so much better. I love yuri
ALIEN STAGE: UUugggGGahsgagahHahwnajwjdj Sorry. Okay. This is like the actual real trailer for this thang and its also so perfect. It foreshadows everyone's role surprisingly well. I think the fact Sua is the one singing also makes it better somehow because it just makes sense. She's the one that indirectly triggered a lot of what happens in Alien Stage in the first place she's the most important for our protagonist she's related with the rest of the cast in many different ways and to this day we still know next to nothing about her and yet she's the one singing the song that can be considered a true introduction to this whole world and that's Fascinating to me. I just feel nostalgic about this one also even if it really hasn't been that long since it was released. General banger and also it looks pretty as hell it makes me ill. Waugh
Unknown (Till the end...): OKAY I REALIZED THIS WAS PROBABLY THE ONE WHERE MY OPINIONS WOULD CHANGE THE MOST i have recently taken quite a liking to thinking about Till since a Twitter thread changed my whole perception about him and Oh Boy Did It All Change. It kind of really fucks me up. Till's relationship with Mizi i mean. It's stated he's one of the most brilliant in Anakt Garden. Not only is he skilled at both singing and playing an instrument he's also a pretty damn good composer. It's really something when you realize Mizi was the one who gave him both the determination and the inspiration to achieve all of this. The song he performed was the fastest selling album and he made it to Top 2 despite the fact the aliens are just not fond of him at all to put lightly. And he only achieved all of this because Mizi decided to show him a kindness she has always been familiar with but also a kindness he never experienced once in his life. Till has suffered a lot. Struggling to find an alien that would actually want to adopt him, being experimented on by the aliens and probably way Wayyyyy more, but it only took a single person to show him kindness for him to be able to keep on living. The nature of his feelings can be easily interpreted as romantic but it honestly resembles more that of a painter and his muse to me. So how do you think he felt when he saw his muse experience for the very first time the unkind world they lived in? He couldn't even glance at her during his performance because seeing his idol in such a state was painful. That still didn't stop him from wanting to speak his heart out through a song specifically made for her to hear. I sure hope nothing bad happens to this determined and energetic little guy!
Ruler of My Heart: Hi. This time around i thought really hard about how naturally Luka could hit all of Mizi's weak points through his performance. It's like a skill he learned throughout the years which is a really disturbing idea for me because we all know the state of his mind but what else could this be than giving the aliens exactly what they want from hosting this competition through all these years? Luka's parallels with Hyuna in the way they went about their roles in this world always fascinated me greatly because on one hand we have a total rebel who didn't hesitate to escape and do what She thinks is correct and on the other we have the Perfect contestant for Alien Stage. A title that sounds prestigious but can be also terrifying if we look at it from a human perspective. Someone so capable of twisting people's minds for the sake of entertainment and someone just detached enough to not hesitate at the truly awful implications of being a part of this competition and still participate with everything he's got. We don't know what exactly is the reason he did all of this and we also don't know much about. Anything that goes through his mind. So what the hell am i even talking about honestly. I want him so badly its painful i can fix him❤️
TOP 3: guys Guys Guys Guys Guys Guys Guys. Here it is. Famously known video i never shut the fuck up about. I think dropping this not before Alien Stage started but in the middle of it was genius because now we know exactly what the nature of this world truly is. I will never shut the fuck up about how absolutely amazing this video specifically is. The shift between the perspective of Alien Stage the aliens have to the perspective the humans themselves have is so fucking well done it makes me insane everytime. What could Alien Stage be to beings incapable of feelings? Just the perfect source of entertainment and money they could ask for. Its nothing more than that. But to the humans themselves its absolutely everything. Where they could win everything or lose it all. In this world humans have no other option than to trust their abilities to have even the slightest chance of being given the right to live freely. Where the cost of losing is your life. But also where the cost of winning is your own humanity. This video represents all of that in such a perfect way and it makes me ill in the head. GHhagzgHagGagagagav im normal
MIZISUA: Having a dedicated video for the most important relationship in the whole series is actually such a brain move. You can always feel the love these two have for each other every time they are together but the way you can feel it here just hits. Not a single word is spoken and yet you can feel everything they felt for each other in just that peaceful moment they shared when they were being sent to Anakt Garden. And the way you can also feel the pain Sua's absence has on Mizi in the span of so little time. You can feel absolutely everything with just that final scene alone. You can also see how opposite they were to each other and yet how well they fit together despite that. Seeing Sua like this makes me feel ill because i know already how much Mizi's everything changed her completely. To be loved is to be changed indeed. This video says everything you need to know about their feelings for each other and im DIGGING IT man. I miss them so much it hurts
All-in: HEH. HEY. HI HYUNA. This is like the perfect way to introduce her. We already know Hyuna somehow managed to break into the competition itself to save Mizi and this video just enhances more the way we see her by showing us how strong she is both as leader of the resistance and as a person. Hyuna is by far the most mature of the cast and this video shows it in such a perfect way. Someone like her is exactly what Mizi needed to finally break away from the pain Alien Stage caused her and to search for a path of her own in the freedom she now has. I love how easy going and fun the whole song feels because its no longer a performance for the aliens its a performance for the humans. Its no longer a song trapped beneath all that surrounds Alien Stage. Its a song made for the people that are free from the aliens that's meant to inspire them to keep moving forward and to not stop fighting for the future where the humans hold freedom. All of this also makes the fact that Luka is such a huge trigger for her elevate both of their characters greatly and also just make the whole conflict between them more interesting. What exactly was it that made Hyuna despise this man to the point thinking about him makes her sick? What exactly goes through Luka's mind when it comes to Hyuna specifically? They make me insane in the head i think the day we get more Hyuluka lore is the day i officially pass away forever. Godbless
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The HPSC Reality (Spoilers for MHA/BNHA!!)
This post is inspired by @insomniac-headcanons , who made me rage type for a good 30 minutes.
Can we all take a moment to realize that in all realness, hero society is really fucked up? So far, there have been two pro heroes who were trained to kill.
Lady Nagant really just wanted to be a hero, to help and save people, but the HPSC said “Nope, nuh uh. Do this, it’s fine” to the point where it would take a toll on her mental health. And then, when she finally lost it, they threw her in jail. Hawks on the other hand was never given a choice, yes he left his mother with no hesitation, but he was a five year old, traumatized, and abused. He is quite literally the product of r@pe. Not only that, but he lived in a literal hell hole, and was basically homeless. When he joined the HPSC, he thought that’d he’d SAVE people like the heroes on television, not be trained to get information and kill people. Meanwhile, we have the HPSC sending literal HIGHSCHOOL STUDENTS to fight a war, they knew for a damn fact couldn’t win. And they also knew damn well that the students would say “Uh fuck that” and not go, so they masked it as “Work Study Training”. And notice how the only students there, were from UA. I’m thinking that they must’ve thought “Oh they’ve dealt with it before, they can do it again” or something like that, because holy shit this isn’t the first time they’ve done this. In the Overhaul arc, they brought UA students, who had just gotten their license to fight mind you, into a suicide mission. But this time they covered it with, “It’s a part of your Work Study”. I’m starting to think that these “Work Studies” are just a front to get more help cause everybody else said no. Now don’t get me started on the movies. In “Heroes Rising” they send they ENTIRETY of 1-A to go be heroes for some island while the HPSC finds some actual pros to go there. I shit you not, the entire time they’re there, not a singular adult pro is there watching them. And while they’re there, shit goes down. Some villain dude “Nine” tried to take the quirk of a 4 year old for his own selfish gain, and where are the heroes? No where. Who needs to save this island? 1-A. Mostly my guy Deku, BUT 1-A TOO. In the 3rd Movie “World Heroes Mission” there are these anti-quirk fuckers who said “Hey, lets just KILL everybody with a quirk, using EXTREMLY POWERFUL MURDEROUS GAS.” What does the HPSC do? Send UA students with the pros for “WORK STUDIES”. But in this movie, they have to LEAVE JAPAN and go to other countries, to find the gas bombs, to save the world. Long story short, the trailer is deceiving. To say the least, you can imagine my extreme happiness when “mAdAm president” was killed. Okay, thank you for reading, goodbye.
#mha spoilers#fuck the HPSC#the lov has a point#she had it coming#pro hero hawks#lady nagant#1-A#ua students#bnha#mha#my hero acedamia#boku no hero academia
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Pokemon Horizons Episode 13 Review: Picnic Time!
It’s been two weeks since Pokemon Horizons went on break, but why does it feel like two months? I’m happy that I can finally watch more Pokemon Horizons! Episode 13 is a break episode that’s a mix of a recap and actual plot significance.
We learn that the Brave Asagi is actually Orla’s creation that she made from Ludlow’s old fishing boat. I do like learning lore about this! It shows why Orla is the groups’ mechanic because she’s the one who knows how it works.
The episode is basically showing off the picnic mechanic from the games. I think it transitions well! Everyone makes their own sandwiches and Roy experiences what a majority of SV players go through when the top sandwich bread falls off. I feel you, Roy.
Liko’s kindness shows throughout this episode as she wants Dot to be involved, but wants to respect her feelings. She made a picnic set with Murdock inside the ship so that Dot, Ludlow and Quaxly get to take part in their picnic too! I’m glad that there’s progression with the Liko and Dot storyline; however, she’s still oblivious that Dot is Nidothing. It seems that everyone on the Brave Asagi knows Dot is Nidothing except for Liko and Roy. When will the big reveal happen?
Dot, in turn, seems to be moved by Liko’s kindness. She was struggling to make a video and was trying to talk about picnics after Roy sent her a pic with him and Liko enjoying sandwiches, but when she finally gets to experience the joys of a picnic, she makes a good video and even sends a pic to Liko. I’m sure Dot’s arc is coming up soon. I can feel it.
Roy gets a bit of his own plot point here as he encounters a Wattrel who stole his sandwich. After making Fuecoco go into a sound battle, Roy realizes that it was just hungry, so it offered to share the sandwich. Wattrel then proceeds to take the whole sandwich. Roy then notices that the Wattrel hasn’t flown when he noticed a flock of them flying by. I’ve seen speculations that Roy might catch Wttrel, but I think otherwise. Roy lived a life where he has always been surrounded by Pokemon, so I’m sure that he’s just concerned with it. Whether he catches it or not really depends on the writer, but I just wish the fandom will just stop making baseless theories on captures and what not. I’m sure that Liko and Roy’s first captures will be announced when the time comes.
The Rising Volt Tacklers’ parental figures are definitely Friede and Murdock. Towards the end of the episode, they have a heart-to-heart about how Dot and Liko are changing and growing. Friede also comments on Roy’s growth too. I really enjoyed their little talk as it shows how close the Rising Volt Tacklers are as a group and not just random people stuck together. I’m glad that the writers are taking time to add in interactions between the adults as much as the kids.
Spinel is on the move again. This time, he’s in a disguise and has more Magneton to stop the Brave Asagi’s reboot. Damn, this guy’s smart. He’s definitely going to be a tricky foe to deal with. I just find it interesting how the episode was mainly heartwarming and then the ending punched the viewers with the cliffhanger.
I’m excited for the next episode! Oh, and there’s a poster that shows what’s to come for the next couple of episodes! Iono and Kabu make their debut! Iono was shown in a trailer a few weeks back, but Kabu showing up was not in my bingo card! Wow! Kabu never made an appearance in Journeys, so it’ll be interesting to see what the anime has in store for the Gym Leaders that didn’t show up!
#pokemon horizons#anipoke#pokemon#pokemon anime#liko#sprigatito#roy#fuecoco#friede#captain pikachu#dot#quaxly#orla#mollie#chansey#murdock#ludlow#spinel#magneton#wattrel#arum journal#ecargmura#review#anime#anime review#spinel's disguise makes him look hot...
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Alone Together - Eddie/OC One-Shot Series PRT 25
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Eddie walked into the trailer, slamming the door behind himself and tossing a grease covered rag on the table with frustration. Wayne watched him carefully as he plopped down on the couch abruptly, muttering to himself through gritted teeth.
"So I take it the van is giving you trouble." Wayne was kicked back with the newspaper in his lap.
"I just can't get my hands to do what they need to do in this weather. It's like they cramp up from the cold and its pissing me off. How the hell am I supposed to have it up and running before Dani gets back?" Eddie rubbed his dirty hands through his hair and Wayne knew why he was so upset.
"Has she called?" He asked curiously knowing she hadn't called him since the beginning of her vacation.
"She apparently called Robin who told Steve who told Dustin who told the group that she would be home midday tomorrow but no she hasn't called again." Eddie picked at his nails and Wayne put the paper down.
"I thought you would be a bit more excited to see her considering you've been sulking about her being gone since she pulled out of here." Wayne watched Eddie roll his eyes knowing he wouldn't deny it.
"Yeah but she's been hanging out with her mom who hates me and Hawkins. Whose to say she doesn't come back to ditch me for someone better, who actually has a future beyond this town?" Eddie had never talked like this outloud to his uncle. Mostly because he knew how Wayne felt about him and hated hearing him limit himself to his reputation and last name.
"From what I picked up on at Thanksgiving, I don't see Dani's mother having any real influence over her decision making, let alone who she chooses to spend time with. Why would you worry about that now?" Wayne pressed.
"Apparently her mom has been shitting on the Munson name. Giving her all this history about my old man and how its in my genes to end up stuck in Hawkins locked up or working at a gas station." Wayne hated that woman. He knew how uppity she had always been but that never stopped her from buying drugs off his brother when they were younger. She often forgets that she isn't better than anyone just because she's seen the outside of Hawkins.
"What if she realizes I'm a waste of space? She deserves so much better than me, Unc." Eddie sounded so desperate, it broke Wayne's heart.
"Son, I can assure you that no one looks at you less like a waste of space than that girl. Dani is a strong minded, intelligent girl who thinks for herself and knows what she wants. Fighting for your life at a young age will do that to you." Wayne explained.
"Exactly! She's been through hell and for some reason she wants to be friends with me." Wayne laughed making Eddie frown.
"Oh boy. That girl is head over heels for you, Eddie. Don't kid yourself into thinking she just wants to be friends with you. I know you're smarter than that." Eddie blushed looking down at his dirty hands.
"I know how you feel about Dani but I also know that you've never been in love before so I can tell how god damn terrified you are." Wayne moved to sit next to Eddie.
"I don't have anything to give her, Wayne. Look at me. I'm a third year senior with no college aspirations and a part time job. I care enough about her to know that I'm not what she should want." Eddie looked at his uncle pitifully and he clapped a hand on his back.
"I want you to say it out loud Son. I want you to admit to yourself how you feel and know that the only person that has to think you're good enough for her...is her." Eddie nodded his head letting out a breath.
"She makes me want to be better, I just don't even know where to start with being a guy who could possibly deserve her." Wayne smiled at him. Watching Eddie grow up has been one of his greatest joys and all he can hope is that he continues to follow a path that will prop him up and not bring him down. That's what his mother would have wanted.
"How about you stop wasting time skirting around what people think of you and actually tell her how you feel. That would be a good start in my opinion." Wayne stood up, giving one last squeeze to Eddie's shoulder before walking back to his recliner.
"I would probably take a shower as well...you know, clean the grease from under your fingernails." Wayne teased making Eddie roll his eyes.
"I'll be sure to do all my primping before she touches down in Hawkins. Thanks Uncle Wayne." Eddie started back towards his bedroom to grab a clean change of clothes for a shower. Wayne tried to remember what it felt like to be in love at that age but it only made him think of Eddie's mother. He likes to think that things would have been so different if she would have ended up with him instead of his brother but it always made him feel somber. He only hoped that Eddie and Dani would have a much happier ending.
#Eddie Munson#Dani Murillo#Dani x Eddie#Stranger Things Fic#Alone Together Series#Alone Together#Eddie Munson x OC#One Shot Series#Stranger Things
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