#patrick 001.

[astridlius]

Astrid hummed a little in simple acknowledgement of the information he was supplying, though she couldn't have felt less like any of it applied to her. She wasn't a boy, she wasn't old, she wasn't rich, and she'd probably rather die than let one of those things touch her lips. The Irish thing though — that was an Irish accent she was hearing, right? — that was cool. She decided to focus on that. "So there are a lot of old rich fucks where you're from? What'd they do to you that makes you want to say 'fuck 'em' from, whatever, five thousand miles away?"

@pxtrickbalfe

patrick nods. however, any disapproval probably wouldn't of really stopped him from smoking anyway. he'd smoked long enough that the closest people in his life knew he wasn't planning to stop any time soon. at the mention of the cigar, patrick holds what was left of it up in the air between his fingers. "usually no, they're sold for way more than one would assume they're worth." he returns the cigar to his lips, "they're 'old boys club' kinda cigars. i like to think about how mad the old fucks would get about me burnin' one outside a night club."

@astridlius

[mostardcntly]

fate had a strange way of weaving itself into one's life . evelina stepped from the threshold of a shop , gently shutting the door behind her . her next destination was not too far , a trip she could walk on foot . the serenity of her afternoon quickly shattered as a familiar figure roamed in her direction . patrick's face was identical to the small painting evelina had received of him upon request years ago , albeit there were minor differences . the shock of seeing him had her halting abruptly . the slipper on her left foot catches on the edge of a stone and she nearly tumbles toward the ground if not for the close proximity of the wall next to her . hand whips out to find purchase on it , steadying herself . there's a dull ache blooming in her ankle as she mends her posture , silently hoping and praying no one caught sight of her mishap . | closed starter for @xf-regents .

[pennysylvester]

i can't be everything to everyone, who do you talk to when you can't talk to no one ➝ solo.

TAGGING ➝ Penny Sylvester, with mentions of Logan Clarington (@paramediclogan), Patrick Flanagan (@patrick-flanagan), Alex Washington (@alex-washington-rackets) & Emmy Corcoran (@emmycorcoran).

LOCATION ➝ Penny and Logan's living room.

TIME FRAME ➝ 10/25, early afternoon (but starts out with mentions of the night before).

WARNINGS ➝ Just a lot of angst, mentions of cheating, I guess a scared dog?

SUMMARY ➝ Penny has been on the verge of a breakdown for years, and she finally allows herself to do it.

Penny had gotten home late last night, traces of her tryst lingering deeper than just her skin. The house was silent, dark, its calmness broken only by the running shower water as Penny stood beneath it, letting it wash away what should never have been there in the first place. She'd towel dried her hair, then slipped quietly into bed beside her husband, eyes growing misty as she watched how peacefully he slept. The salty tear to roll down her temple, wet her ear and soak her pillow wasn't fuelled by guilt or sadness, and maybe that was the problem: she didn't feel guilty at all.

Running into Patrick in the bar had been a blessing. She hadn't sought him out, he'd just...happened. Materalized when she'd needed someone, anyone to take her mind off of the shit storm brewing inside. This life with Logan, she'd resigned herself to it, accepted that this was it, she didn't have to be happy. She could find fulfilment in other areas; her passion for her job, her devotion to her family, her need to be everything to everyone... And maybe that was the problem, too. She was only one person, stretched entirely too thin already, but Penny had never been a quitter, so she wasn't going to start now.

Having her cake and eating it too... it wasn't okay. But somehow, it was. She wasn't happy at home, she knew Logan wasn't, so maybe they could both just continue to do this dance, put up this facade of the loving, happy husband and wife, then get their true happiness on the side, just like Penny had last night, or last year with Alex. But sex wasn't happiness—sure, it quelled her need for affection some, but it wasn't real affection. It was attention, and while Penny craved that too, it wasn't the crux of what she really wanted. Only one person could give her that, and the more Penny did this, the more she danced with Logan and fumbled beneath sheets that weren't her own, the looser her grip became on the only person that actually mattered.

Emmy wasn't the only one to have expected a reunion at some point; Penny had, too. But then she'd met Logan, she'd gotten swept up in the idea of the fairytale life, the most attainable option. She didn't have to work for Logan; Logan couldn't hurt her and she couldn't hurt him, because he didn't love her and she didn't love him, not really. They loved the idea of each other, of that fantasy come to life, and somewhere deep down, Penny always knew it would be temporary. She'd live out that temporary high, then she'd come home and Emmy would be waiting for her.

But Emmy wasn't a fantasy; Emmy was real. She was a person with hopes and fears and feelings, and while Penny knew on some level that she'd screwed up her second chance with her a while ago, it had taken up until their conversation in her office to shatter that final glimmer of hope. Emmy hated her. She hated her. And they were done, Emmy said they were done and whatever they'd once had was over, and maybe Penny didn't know how to accept that, but she was trying. She was trying so hard, searching for that affection she craved in any place she could find it, and without even trying, she was leaving destruction in her path.

Alex.

His baby.

Logan.

His time.

Emmy... her life. Emmy was glass, the most precious, fragile kind, and she cracked and shattered in Penny's hand until she, and the illusion of the two of them together, turned to sparkling dust.

Everything in Penny's path turned to dust, and she'd done all she could to ignore it, to distract her mind with work or parenting her adult siblings, or climbing into the bed of a stranger she'd met in a dimly lit dive bar. It wasn't until now, when she sat in her living room with puffy eyes and the house cloaked in silence, the sleeves of her sweater pulled down over her hands to grip tightly in her fingers, that she really let herself see it. Her lip quivered, her eyes glazed with an overflowing pool of salty tears, her body filled with self-hatred.

And Penny finally broke down.

The new vase, the one she'd bought just yesterday to replace the one lost to the earthquake, took the brunt of her downfall. Penny cried and gripped her hands until her palms were decorated with deep crescent moons from her nails. She didn't just cry, she sobbed. Loud, heartbroken, ugly sobs, her sadness turning to anger, then to frustration, and Penny stood and grabbed the closest thing to her, the vase, and watched as it hurtled towards the wall, smashing into small, shiny shards that scattered on the floor.

It wasn't the sound of shattering that brought her back to her senses, but a terrified cry, and Penny turned to see Zoe backing up into the kitchen.

"No." Penny shook her head, guilt washing over her. Zoe was Logan's dog, Penny barely even liked the thing, but she found herself lowering to her level now, kneeling before her and dying inside as she watched her shake. "I'm sorry," Penny sobbed, trying to motion the dog closer, but she only backed up further. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that. I didn't mean to scare you."

A knock on the door caught both of their attention, but rather than running to see who it was like she usually would, Zoe only continued to whine. Penny was in no state for company, but the knocking persisted, and Penny, everything to everyone, began to run scenarios through her head. What if it was one of her siblings, what if something had happened and they needed her? It was that thought and that thought alone that pulled her from her knees, and had her frantically wiping at her watery, red, puffy eyes as she headed for the door.

"I'll be right back, okay?" She said to a still cowering Zoe. "I'm so sorry, Zo."

In the grand scheme of things, apologizing to the dog was the least of her worries.

[unaloid]

i did crazy makeup for the first time and felt like something possessed me

[frankcarlisle]

Frank couldn't help chuckle that fell from his lips then. "Everyone has their triggers, I guess. Even well-behaved dogs," he offered with a shrug, glancing down at the pups. It wasn't that he hated dogs -- no, there were definitely some cute ones out there -- he just wasn't an animal person in general. Call him an anomaly of his generation of pet-lovers, but Frankie had always been of the mind that if it wasn't his own flesh and blood, he didn't want to deal with it. "Mmh, well, guess you found her new favorite place," the male remarked wryly, watching as the canines fell into line besides the other. This emitted another squeal from Emmy, who was practically foaming at the mouth to get closer to them. God, he was going to have his hands full as she got older, wasn't he? "That's good, that's good. Less insurance you gotta go through -- though, I doubt you'd be able to file a claim against 'em." He smirked.

A grin spread across his cheeks as the man offered the little girl a chance to meet the dogs properly, pressing a hand to her back to urge her forward. "Go on," he told her, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched Emmy gingerly approach them with a timid hand. "They're real beautiful, aren't they, Em?" She nodded then, and the former ballplayer looked up to meet the man's gaze. "I'm Frankie, by the way," he extended his arm, giving the other a firm shake, "and this is Emmy. How about we head over to the coffee cart on the corner for a fresh one, yeah? Goin' without a cup of joe in the morning is practically sacrilegious, and I'm due for a cup anyway. Our treat."

Embarrassed would’ve been an understatement for whatever rush of emotions Patrick felt upon quite literally falling to a stranger’s feet. He was quick to get back onto his own, thanking the other in a rush as he tried his best to regain his composure and hopefully at least some of his dignity. What was even more humbling, was that he knew better. Patrick had dogs in his life for as long as he could remember – even back on the farm he grew up on, there’d always been one or two dogs around, leaving out the countless ones he’d met working as a vet. “I swear – and yes, I know this is a very cliché thing to say as a dog owner but she’s usually very calm,” Patrick insisted under a breathless chuckle, his palms smoothing over the front of his coat before he reached up to drag his now free hand over his jaw. “No – no, it looked worse than it was, I promise. She just caught me off-guard but by god, she loves squirrels,” he said, as if that was a proper excuse and he realized that once again, he should explain. He told his dogs to sit and they listened immediately, settling calmly next to him. One to his left, the other to his right. “She thinks they’re her buddies and they’re playing a game of catch,” he told the man but looked over to the girl accompanying him. “It’s her favorite,” Patrick added with a smile. “But uh – no. No broken screens or bones, I think. Just a tragic loss of a perfectly brewed coffee.”

He tugged on the dogs’ leashes lightly when he realized that the child was trying to pet them. “Stay,” he whispered under his breath and thankfully, the dogs remained still, merely their tails started wagging with excitement which was exactly what he’d expected to happen. Nothing more, nothing less, much to the child’s and her father’s luck. “It’s perfectly fine,” he assured. “Once again, very cliché, but they’re good dogs. Your dad’s right though,” Patrick said, leaning down to retrieve the now empty cup of coffee to throw away later but also to get on the girl’s level, a gentle smile slowly replacing the frown that had been plastered on his features before. “Not every dog is patient and kind like these two. It’s better to ask first before touching them but if it’s okay with you two – you can go ahead. This one’s Meadow,” he told her, gesturing at the white Samoyed. “And this one’s Jet,” Patrick added, getting back up before gently patting the black Labrador’s head.

[lighthouseas]

"when one kills, he does not simply kill. he takes everything from his victims. everything they are and everything they ever will be. he takes their memories. their abilities."

[ac1numa]

@americanedpsycho, patrick bateman required a starter from nina riva.

nr. in the heart of new york city, amid the dazzling lights and upscale ambiance of a trendy restaurant, nina found herself seated at an exclusive table. dressed in an ensemble that effortlessly combined sophistication with a touch of edge, she radiated an air of success and confidence. her eyes, sharp and observant, scanned the room, taking in the hustle and bustle of the city's elite. it was the first time she found herself entangled witth the elite of manathan. something she was sure her father would be proud of. something she should hate but deep down, she has to admit that it was a change. she needed that. envied that even. as she leisurely sipped on her martini, she couldn't help but notice a familiar face in the crowd, patrick bateman . a man known for his meticulous attention to detail and his own brand of charisma. his presence intrigued her, and a subtle smile curved her lips as she lifted her glass in a silent toast. " patrick, " she greeted, her voice carrying a blend of warmth and intrigue. " what a surprise to see you here. i hope you're not just here for the ambiance. perhaps you're seeking something a bit more… exhilarating tonight ? " her eyes glinted with a playful challenge, aware of the underlying currents that often defined encounters in the fast-paced world they both navigated in.

[gaffns]

INBOX: 𝐃𝐑. 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐑 ⸻  @frontlincs [ david hadler ] 🔥: for our muses to cozy up in front of the fireplace.

the holiday movie elf was on the television screen in a low volume, as the fireplace burned some wood inches away. cozy knit throw on top of them as they rest ( & snuggle ) comfortably on the couch. snowflakes were falling down hard on the city outside. patrick took a deep breath, looking at david lovingly, resting his head on his partners shoulder.

❛ hard to believe christmas is a little under two weeks away. ❜ patrick murmured softly as he looks at the screen for a brief moment. neither of them were really watching will ferrell put maple syrup on his spaghetti, they were just enjoying each other's company. it was rare that they were both home at the same time, even having enough time for nice dinner. it was even a bonus that they both managed to get the day off for the next day, they were not even on call. because of that, they were able to do something special.

❛ did you want to do anything special, or fun tomorrow? ❜ he questioned as he glances to dvid just above the rim of his glasses.

[arrowfrozen]

@divinelyembraced

after tasting the outside life, even if only for a short while compared to the time they'd spent in camp jupiter, being back in some camp.. was bittersweet. sure, he had fond memories of camp jupiter & they didn't have to leave, per se. life had been fine. they'd spent many years honing their skills, had found to each other, so it wasn't like nathan had needed to get away, but they'd sat down & spoken about it. giving mortal life another chance now that they could defend themselves, so to say. they tried. at least they wouldn't grow old wondering if they shouldn't have tried again.

getting settled in this new camp would take some time, he … felt. it was so different. so much more lax from the looks of it. boreas' cabin wasn't necessarily his favorite place to be, but he assumed he'd be moving into patrick's anyway. he didn't marry to spend his nights alone in bed & he couldn't be making patrick sleep in a house made of ice. he wouldn't try. finding him was easy, nathan knew him better than anybody else in this world. beach would be his first stop. surely. nathan found him there, as expected, alone & just watching the water. ghost was trotting alongside him as they approached him, "hey, thought you'd be here. did you check out your cabin yet?" he was rambling a little, just enjoying the sight of the sea, but glanced to his side, blue hues hoped to meet blue in return. patrick felt like .. well, a little off. "you good?"

[waterforlorn]

location: beach who? future ocean bro babe @divinelyembraced

christmas was approaching in a rapid pace, which meant … lev had been back in camp for almost …a year? did he make progress? was he… doing better? could he say that for himself? could he claim he'd improved since coming here? other than getting involved with the forge's son… that was. not that that wasn't an impressive step in a direction lev never thought he'd go, but it wasn't quite what he wondered about. when he came back to camp, he had … basic control of his element & now he was doing better - for sure, but .. had he made the maximum progress? or did he need to optimize his training… in a way? could he? what else could he possibly be doing anymore?

practice. practice. practice.

lev had chosen the best & the worst moment to be falling into a deep mental epiphany, because he had been at the beach in front of the poseidon cabin, practicing & he hadn't even been doing too badly. in fact, he'd been doing okay, but with his focus out the window & doubts creeping up on him, lev lost control of the wave he'd been bending left, right & upwards. eyes shot to the side to look for potential casualties & he found one one near proximity - close enough to the shore to be hit with the full brunt of it. fuck, fuck, fuck.

"move!" taking off in the guy's direction to pick up the shambles of yet another failed attempt at belonging, he couldn't …believe the guy was just staring at it like he wasn't about to get crushed.

[sealprotected]

@ofwings-andclaws cont. x

it wasn't so much that prince was nosey, or that he poked his head into issues that didn't really concern him - or shouldn't concern him... really. not unless they concerned patrick, which was when prince decided that secrets shouldn't be secrets & instead be shared knowledge, especially after he'd seen nathan ....with someone who wasn't patrick & that definitely had been more than just .... a random, meeting.

patrick didn't say a lot about how things went with his fiancé but ...did they have issues? was what he'd seen something else & there was a really good explanation for it? he'd tried to get more information from patrick, but ... he refused. why? they looked happy together... usually & they worked together, too. man, he didn't get it.

"has anyone ever told you that you shouldn't keep secrets from your little brother? because he'll find out anyway." & he wouldn't stop until he did. nathan & his brother were the best couple he knew. ever since he was little he knew they were meant to be together & whatever was happening... shouldn't be. unless he was imagining things? was he so blind trying to find love himself that he let his own sadness taint their relationship? no. no no. nate used to be over a lot, but now he isn't anymore & he hadn't seen them... really cozy in a long while. "you can tell me... you know? i'm not a child anymore."

[sofaleandthesix]

@sofaleverse — helene & patrick.

naquela noite, a vanderbilt estava se sentindo patética. encontros às cegas eram algo que costumava ser o alvo de muito julgamento de sua parte, que não enxergava qual era o sentido de se encontrar com um outro indivíduo quando nem sequer conhecia uma única informação sobre a pessoa e, assim, não teria uma forma de medir se aquilo seria um desperdício de seu tempo ou não. sempre que ouvia de carolina as suas histórias sobre situações em que vivenciou experiências assim, era quase como se uma parte de si ficasse horrorizada com a ideia de se indispor a uma noite potencialmente tão desagradável, por estar presa em um encontro com um completo estranho poderia ser. portanto, era até irônico que estivesse se tornando parte de uma combinação como aquela naquele sábado à noite. a razão não era uma que teria como colocar em poucas palavras caso questionada sobre a sua mudança de posicionamento, porém, a considerável falta de movimentação significativa em sua vida amorosa nos últimos meses - anos, caso tivesse de ser franca - poderia talvez ser utilizada como uma justificativa, caso a necessidade surgisse - por mais que preferisse muito mais simplesmente desviar do assunto nesse caso. a escolha do local era uma maneira de se sentir um pouco mais em controle da situação, visto que havia exigido ter a palavra final na decisão. assim, aguardava o rapaz em um bar com vista para a praia, próximo à marinha, local que estava acostumada a frequentar para conviver com os demais de seu círculo social.

os minutos em que o aguardava pareciam não passar nunca e, por mais que estivesse adiantada em sua chegada, começava a se questionar se o tal desconhecido não iria dar as caras nunca. uma ideia que ela pautava unicamente naquela temerosidade que se instaurava em seu interior por ter de lidar com uma situação com a qual não estava acostumada, nem conseguiria controlar o resultado. quando percebeu o aproximar de alguém em sua mesa, na parte ao ar livre do estabelecimento, imediatamente endireitou a postura e se virou para enfim conhecer quem seria a sua companhia. acabando em questão de segundos por se dar conta de que conhecia muito bem aquele rosto, por mais que a diferença de alguns anos nele fosse notável. não era nenhuma surpresa, visto que a última vez em que o tinha visto fora quando tinha dezessete anos. “patrick?!” murmurou, confusa. não apenas pela presença dele, mas pela coincidência em que estavam envolvidos. “o que você estava fazendo aqui?” a surpresa mútua, contudo, a levava a ter certeza de que não estaria imaginando coisas. “não me diga que é você o ‘amigão’ do ashton… ninguém chegou a me contar nada sobre quem seria, eu não imaginava que acabaria… bom, nem sabia que você estava morando aqui.” vincou o cenho, sem saber muito bem o que falar. “da última vez que ouvi de você, estava batendo perna na europa.”

[elijahfalvey]

“Ah — seems like we’re in similar boats, then,” Elijah offered in return, even though ‘nagged’ definitely wasn’t the most appropriate term to describe his sudden change of heart. Persuaded, perhaps. Convinced. Regardless of the terminology, though, he was here — practically shaking in his boots at the thought of sharing deep, interpersonal feelings with strangers — when he didn’t want to be. In many ways, that was preemptively dooming this experience to fail, but in his mind the effort was worth more than it actually was; in his mind he was doing a good thing, for Nilay, rather than for himself. He wouldn’t have even thought about coming here if it weren’t for her influence. “I’m not really either, to be honest. I mean, I — try, I suppose. But,” he exhales an unsure breath, scraping the bottom of his shoes against the pavement to drown out the blindsiding sincerity with some noise. “Much better at writing them out, I’ll say that.”

His eyes followed the other’s as he shrugged. “Probably,” he responded simply before a thought came to him, “We can, uh — go in there and scope it out. What’s that philosophy? Walk with confidence and nobody will question you, or something like that?” He huffed out a laugh. “We can just grab a few cups and leave, maybe. If it's too daunting.”  

Jack shook his head, then surprised himself by offering up, "Wouldn't be here either if I hadn't been nagged into it." It wasn't that he was opposed to his family coming to visit, but if their only reason for doing so was some sort of crusade to ensure he didn't sink into some kind of dark, grief-stricken depression then he'd prefer they stay firmly put in Vermont. They meant well, he knew that he'd scared them for a while with Grace's passing when he'd shut himself away and refused to talk, but it didn't make the looks of pity and concern any less stifling. All it did was summon up feelings of guilt and shame which he'd rather continue repressing. "I'm not really... y'know, the talking about feelings type, I guess."

He turned towards the door again, regarding it with a mutinous expression. Though he was glad to find he wasn't the only one with some reservations, somehow it seemed even more imposing now. Tiredness seemed to weigh on him, a sleepless night of anxiety over whether to attend the meeting or not chipping away at his energy. "Do you think they have coffee in there?"

➥ tagging @elijahfalvey

[ac1numa]

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜ / nina

nr. it wasn't the first time that her heart skips beat around patrick's presence. her organ seemed to know when someone as interesting and as intriguing as him was around, that was for sure. it didn't stop nina to smile at him, her eyes meeting patrick's, with a hint of amusement. " well, patrick, you've got a sharp eye. it seems my heart has decided to take the lead in this conversation. must be eager to match the pace of your intriguing company. or perhaps it's just doing its happy dance. it knows quality interaction when it feels it. " she chuckled, allowing a playful tone to lace her words, " either way, i hope it's not causing too much of a disturbance in your sophisticated world, mr. bateman. " / @americanedpsycho.

[eddiesmunsxn]

REUNITED

pairing ; eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings ; crying? maybe

summary; it was time to defeat vecna. you went with nancy, robin, and steve in upside down victor creels house. max, lucas and erica went to the other victor creels house... and dustin and eddie went to eddies trailer in the upside down as bait for the bats. you were nervous and scared about how this would go... but what you didn't know, is that you all were successful. :)

authors note : hey! please bare with me as im still new to this... idk if anyone has done this before, but if they have credits to them ♥️ (this does take place in the events of season 4, eddie and max do survive. jason and his goons are thankfully not in this story.) i also don't know why this story feels rushed.. it might be cheesy too lol.

MARCH 1986.

It was time to defeat vecna/henry/001. He claimed the lives of three victims already; Chrissy Cunningham, Fred Benson, and Patrick McKinney.

Max knew her time was coming to a close, as vecna got her once before and almost killed her. Thankfully she had her walkman with her. She knew she would be the fourth and final victim. But you all had a plan, to defeat him once. and for all.

You gathered in Max's trailer, going through a plan of what to do, how you're going to do it, and lastly... how your going to get there. Steve looked at Eddie confused:"Wait, Eddie you got some car we don't know about?" Eddie looked at you, and then to Steve:"It's not exactly a car Steve, but it'll do."* He smiled in the cutest way possible, it made your heart flutter.

But since Eddie was wanted for murder... he knew he couldn't just walk out open handedly. He needed a plan. He turned to Max:"Hey Red, you got a ski mask, bandana or something like that?" You stood next to him and chuckled. Max did, in fact, have a mask, but not just any mask. A Michael Myers Mask. You rolled your eyes.

You, Robin, Nancy, Steve, Lucas, Dustin, Max, and Eddie all came out of the trailer, Eddie popped out first with his mask and made sure the coast was clear before you all ran to a nearby neighbors RV. He opened the window on the other side and hopped in first, and then steve, who helped nancy and robin, then lucas, then you, max, erica, and dustin. Eddie took off the mask, and his hair was disheveled:"That's was suffocating."

Steve and Eddie went up to the front of the RV, where Eddie would hot wire it to make it turn on. Robin came forward:"Uh, Eddie? I'm not sure if I like the idea of you driving." He turned to face her and Steve:"Oh I'm just starting this sucker. Harringtons got her, don't you, big boy?" That made Steve look at him like,'What are you saying?'. You sat next to Nancy in the back, and she turned to you, with a smile on her face:"How are you and Eddie doing?" You chuckled:"Better than ever. I actually really like him, and I am the happiest I have ever been. " Nancy smiled. She is one of your closest friends, she's like a sister to you. So she knew from the moment you talked to Eddie that she decided to play matchmaker.

Your conversation is interrupted by the RV starting and the couple outside shouting. Steve got in the drivers seat, Nancy sat in the passenger seat, and Eddie ran in the back where you were sitting. Dustin yelled:"STEVE!! DRIVE!!" You were holding on for dear life as the RV went from side to side as Steve tried to get control of it. He finally did, and it was calm.

You sat on the floor, Eddie, next to you, and Dustin obviously sat next to him. Your head rested on Eddies shoulder as his arm was around your waist.

FAST FORWARD to when it's time to defeat Vecna.

Everyone sat in the RV, all geared up. You sat next to Eddie, and your heart was racing. You were going to be face to face with Vecna, who wouldn't be scared? You looked at Eddie, and he smiled at you. It made you feel calm, at ease.

The RV stopped in front of Victor Creels' house. Lucas, Erica, and Max all got out. And then it was time to go to Eddies trailer, the trailer where you've been at a lot. It was where you two had your first kiss. It was your first everything. You stopped in front of it, getting out of the RV. But... you stopped before walking inside. Eddie turned around and noticed you, and so did Dustin. You looked pale in the face, like you were about to throw up:"Hey Y/n.. everything okay?" Dustin quietly asked you. You looked at him and shook your head:"No... but we have to do this. So I'm just -" Eddie cut you off:"If you want to backout, I can tell Steve-"* You looked at him:"No, no. I'll be okay." You smiled at him. Dustin hugged you and walked inside, leaving you and Eddie.

Eddie cupped your cheeks with his hands and looked in your eyes:"We're going to beat Vecnas ass. We're going to graduate, move away from this shitty town everyone seems to love, and we're going to be okay. We're going to win." Oh gosh... that made your heart melt. Eddie always knew how to cheer you up. You looked up at him:"But what if something goes wrong? I can't bear to lose you and -" He cut you off by crashing his lips against yours. Butterflies surround your stomach, making you feel better, obviously.

Steve cleared his throat, making you two pull away and smile:"It's time." You nodded. You hugged Dustin, letting him know how that you were proud of him. He always looked up to you. Even when you lost your mother, he was there to comfort you. He was always the brother you never had. It was the same for him. And you turned to Eddie, your heart breaking for him. You knew he was scared. Being wanted for murder, being on the run, and hiding, it was a lot.

You smiled and hugged him. He did the same. Listening to his heart racing. You pulled away, kissing him:"Please be safe, don't do anything stupid. I need you to come back to me in one piece." He chuckled:"I promise. But you need to be safe, I need YOU to come back to me in one piece." You smiled, hugging him tightly before Steve called your name.

Eddie:"Hey Steve? Make him pay."* Steve nodded. You looked at Eddie one last time before walking away with Robin, Nancy, and Steve. Dustin turned to Eddie:"You good?" Eddie:"Idk, man. A part of me is okay because she's with them, but then another part of me is scared for her safety. I need her to be safe." Dustin smiled:"She'll be okay, Eddie. I want her to be safe and okay as well. But she's strong." He nods.

Everyone is in position. It's time. You're scared. Your heart races. Robin:"Hey... we got this. All we need to do is find him and kill him. Then we're out of here." She smiles nervously. You sigh.

The AFTERMATH. You, Nancy, Steve, and Robin defeated Vecna... well, Nancy finished the job, but you were successful. You just need to know if Eddie is okay. If Max is okay.

You leave Creels' house and make it back to Eddies upside down trailer. Only to see that there's no Dustin... or Eddie. Your heart drops, and you start to think of the worst. What if... what if Eddies dead. Or Dustin. What went wrong? What - Steve snaps you out of your thoughts:"Y/n. Y/n? What's wrong, are you okay?" You shake your head, and you immediately burst into tears:"I-I where - where are Eddie... and Dustin, thru should be here, they should -" Robin:"Y/n!! Stop, hey... everything is okay. They probably are already on the other side waiting for us." Nancy puts a reassuring hand on your shoulder, and Steve sighs:"They probably made it back to where the others are. Yeah?" You sigh:"Y-yeah, you're probably right. "

Eddie and Dustin were successful. So were Lucas, Max, and Erica. They did have some cuts and bruises that needed to be checked out. Eddie paced around the room, you should've made it back at the same time as he did. He thinks the worst too. He hears Steve's voice, and then Nancy's, then Robin... and finally... yours. He turns his head and sees the face he's been wanting to see. yours.

He called your name, and before you can say anything, he pulled you into a bone crushing hug. Your now crying. He is too. "I thought you were dead." You said in between sobs. "I would never leave you." He kisses you. Just then, the ground starts rumbling and shaking, Robin and Nancy yelp, Steve yells:"Y/N LOOK OUT!" Befire you can proccess what Steve was yelling, your being pulled into Eddies arms, he covers your head as he takes cover. The ceiling falls and crumbles. If Eddie didn't grab you, you would've been crushed.

The rumbling stops. You look up and see the hospital in shambles and the ground split in half. It's a firey orange in the middle. You look at yor friends on the other side, they look just as terrified as you do. Dustin runs out:"Are you guys okay?" You all shake your heads yes.

Since no one knows about the alternate version of Hawkins, everyone thought it was an earthquake. Chief Powell makes an announcement on the news:"It is with great news, that after recent events... Eddie Munson, is found NOT guilty in the death of Chrissy Cunningham." You're with the group when you hear the news. You look at Eddie:"That's amazing news my love." He kisses you in excitement. Chief Powell:"As of right now, Hawkins went through a .5 earthquake, if you and your family are in need of food, water and clothes. Hawkins high-school is setting up donations for those in need.

You look at your friends and smile. Thankful you all survived. Thankful that Eddie survived this.

a/n: okay, plsss tell me if this is good and if there's any mistakes, let me know and i'll fix them!! i hope you enjoyed this, there's many more to come 💗💗

[amourdivine]

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At last, another Tumblr pick a card reading. After reading started on Youtube, I've realized I missed the written PAC's I used to make once I got to Tumblr. Today, let's take a peek at this person's intentions! I hope you enjoy it & please don’t forget to provide feedback, if you will; If you liked this reading, please consider booking a paid reading or tipping me at @ amourdivinetarot@gmail.com! xo. ♡

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how to choose your pile.  take deep breaths for a few minutes & look at each and every one of the piles separately. which pile sparks a feeling inside you? which pile gives you a strong memory or calls out to you the most? take your time and feel free to come back to it later.

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PILE 001.

the artist • the lovers • the hierophant

It is possible you are in a relationship with this person, and if not, they wish to be in a relationship with you soon. This person wants commitment, they have a vision of a life with you, but they may be wrapped up in perfectionism - nothing major. They want to make sure you have a solid foundation to grow upon, like laying the groundwork for a good relationship to blossom. This person is very patient as well, I'm sensing Capricorn or Taurus. They think you're very beautiful, pretty much the whole package, pile one.

The Artist in this deck is an extra major arcana card (I'm using the Ethereal Visions Tarot) that speaks of vision and I honestly believe this person envisions more than just a casual relationship with you. Even if they take their sweet time, they want to make sure both of you are compatible, ready for something deeper, for a responsible and mature relationship to one another. Overall, I see very pure, gentle and benevolent intentions from them towards you. ♡

additional messages. pluto in scorpio, long distance relationship, long term commitment, far away/distance, old school, 95, 90, travel, sagittarius, 333, 888, ten of cups, lover of mine, forever, secure attachment.

channeled song. caroline by patrick droney.

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PILE 002.

judgement • justice • ten of pentacles.

Whether romantic or not, this person wants to apologize to you. They want to make it right, correct their wrongs and come clean to you. If this person lied or screwed up big time in your connection, they want to tell you they've learnt their lesson. It probably came as a bitter, rude awakening or some sort of very unwanted wake-up call. I think they reminisce on a lot of memories the two of you made and it's possible you've known them for a long time - I see some sort of family tie here. Either you know each other's families or you are literally like family to one another.

They want to talk to you so bad, pile two. There are so many songs in my head (and shuffled in my playlist) about apologizing, righting one's wrongs and wanting to be in one another's life again. I think they want to make amends and finally be honest. I get the energy from you that you're "done" with them, you may have gotten tired of their excuses or empty promises... but if you haven't, consider hearing them out. They're sorry and want to provide you some closure at the very least. ♡

additional messages. scorpio rising, end of the world, bad blood, bastille, wild youth, reckless, "you were my best friend", "how could you", ten of swords, teen drama, betrayal, party animal.

channeled song. blender by 5 seconds of summer.

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PILE 003.

queen of pentacles • ten of wands • seven of pentacles

The energy of this pile feels more platonic, but it can still be romantic for some of you. Either way, this seems like someone who wants to care for you in some type of way, to ease your burdens, to let you rely on them. Their intentions are pure, but you may not be used to accepting help from anyone, pile three. It's understandable.

However, I think this is someone other people may often label as a "safe person". I also heard "earth angel", so some of you may resonate with the term. This person wants to offer you a way out of a difficult situation and I don't see them being forceful or pushy about it, so they'll wait until you ask for them to help you or to accept their help. They see the potential in you to have a brilliant and good future. For some of you, this could be an older figure, like a mother or grandmother, maybe a teacher or someone who's already well-established in their profession. This person wants to ease your anxiety and to make sure you don't feel so alone. They care for you a lot. I think your guides want you to rely on people a bit more often, pile three, to become more interdependent, especially if you're going through something. ♡

additional messages. "count on me", sit on the rooftop, friendship, reconnect, burnout, 777, growth, sustainability, college, agriculture, blossom, bloom, midlife crisis, triggers, red alert, hypervigilance.

channeled song. thinking about you by forester.

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PILE 004.

five of swords • the emperor • the fool

I was really hoping all piles would pass the vibe check (lol), but it seems that this person's intentions are muddy... I feel like I'm slowly drowning in quicksand but it's hard to tell if I'm truly in danger or not. Their intentions aren't all that clear, but these intentions aren't good. They seem to be someone driven by a need for control towards others. If you have argued or had a falling out with this person, they do wish to reconnect but I don't think they have changed. The Fool here feels more so like you, as if they want to make a fool out of you.

I wouldn't consider this person an enemy, but they're more of a frenemy. They may say things that hurt you, but talk their way out of an apology. Here's the thing, even if they do wish to reconnect, as I mentioned, I don't think they want to make right by you. They miss some sort of power they felt or even had over you. This person could be very competitive and perhaps having you in their life gave them a kind of advantage over others - they may see things as very "black & white", no nuance or dialogue. It will definitely do you good to stay away from them, pile three. I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but I think you already caught onto this person's sneaky ways. ♡

additional messages. player, loser, aries, gemini, "i could never figure you out", "i hate you for what you did", drake, leave me blue, trouble, playlist, dubstep, losing faith, outta here, liar.

channeled song. who by lauv ft. bts | twin flame by montana janel (bonus song + the lyrics are very relevant)

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