#the whole story would be told in roxys pov

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hey everyone! It’s ‘86 baby! ♥️

‘86 // Chapter Eight: Roxie’s Revelations

Tw: mentions of abandonment, horror elements, slight smut VERY SLIGHT (Roxie imagines things), angst.

The Evening of March 21, 1986

*Roxie’s POV*

“Hey you two be careful tonight.” Steve says as he and Robin help unloading the car full of beer, snacks, etc. “Don’t worry ‘dad’, we will.” I tease Steve setting the items by the door of the cabin while Robin chortles by the car. Steve laughs along with us but gets serious. “I don’t sound like your father.” “Yes you do. You do with Dustin too. It’s cute actually. Of course, I don’t blame you, he does get carried away. Like, last summer… or a few months prior around Thanksgiving… and the year before that.” “Oh yeah…. With the mall… and THE RUS-“ “ROBIN!” Steve shouts panicked.

Robin and Steve stare at each other. “What? She knows about the Upside Down, Steve. She’s not fucking stupid.” Robin says as she carries more stuff along and Steve looks at me stunned. “How?” I laugh at the specific moment I heard of the environment. Dart. One day, I believe a year after Will Byers disappeared, I ran into the little creature while taking a shower. I was almost done washing my body when I heard a noise and as the curious cat I am, I stopped the shower to investigate. When he suddenly moved, I screamed for Dustin. I was sure he had something to do with it. “DUSTIN!” I remember barging in his room with Dart.

The boy was shocked and scared to say anything. I was fully clothed, frantic. Dart was wrapped in a towel like a baby. “Roxie… I can explain.” “Tell me what your little friend is and why he was in the bathroom?” Dustin was a bit terrified to tell me. “Dustin..” “Fine, sit down. There’s so much and you can’t tell anyone. Promise on our mother.” I close the door and go to sit on his bed with him. “Promise.” That’s when he spilt the beans, well, not all of its when Billy Hargrove and supposedly Jim Hopper died, both Robin and Dustin told me everything. From the Starcourt Mall, to the Russians secret base, to the Mind Flayer, and finally, to Billy. This is also when I hear of the “Never Ending Story” segment with Suzie. Not gonna lie, I would’ve loved to see that, but they had a mission to complete.

“So, you knew about it this whole time? What the hell Rox?” Steve asks as I get antsy. “Yes, my brother told me, a lot. I’m sworn to secrecy, ON OUR MOTHER!” “Yeah! On their mother!” Robin tries to help. “Okay, fine, but Eddie doesn’t know at least, right?” I shake my head, waving my hands. “No, he’d be terrified. He wouldn’t even believe it. Yes, he plays Dungeons & Dragons, but he would FREAK. Hell, I only believed it because when I first saw Dart, he didn’t look like any type of creature in this dimension. And then with the Russian base underneath the mall, I knew to keep quiet… Oh, by the way Steve.” “Yeah?” I smile at Robin and she smiles back. “Oh god.” I hear Steve utter under his breath. “I heard you also won your first fight, great job.. A Russian, too… in that goddamn Scoops Ahoy uniform.”

Steve groans resting his face in both palms of his hands as Robin and I laugh. “I’m gonna strongly assume your asshat brother told you.” Steve irritatedly says. “Yep, and that they drugged you and Robin.” My eyes narrow as if I’m questioning him. “Did you really call him ‘Dad’? Stevie boy, I know you got issues with your father, but damn a fourteen year old boy?” “Laugh it up, Rox.” Steve says. “Okay, I’ll stop. Mostly because of my own issues with my own father. I’m sorry.” Steve hugs me as I look at Robin confused and she just shrugs. “It’s okay Roxie, I understand. I just wanted to make sure everyone in that secret base was safe. Robin, Dustin, Erica and I. It was wild.” I nod. “I bet. You really beat the shit outta that Russian huh?” “Oh hell yeah I did. Got a shiner too!” “Yeah he did!” Robin says. “Good!” Robin then clears her throat with an “ahem”. Steve and I stop hugging and look at Robin confused. “What?”

“It’s getting super late and Eddie should almost be done with his thing. Rox, I don’t think you’d want us to watch-“ “Okay, yeah. Yeah? You guys go ahead and go, I’ll put the stuff away. I’ll see you guys tomorrow!” I say hugging both of them. “Thank you for the goods.” “Yeah, you’re welcome, have a good night.” Steve says waving by his car with Robin by the passenger door. “Oh and Steve, try not to… get excited with ‘Fast Times’, ‘Kay?” I laugh as Steve playfully flips me off.

I turn to open the door and light the cabin up in its glory. “Home sweet home.” I sigh, putting the items down, then taking my boots off. Man, I love them but my feet are killing me. Ignoring that, however, I go to put everything in the fridge or in the pantry. I grab a lighter I stole from Eddie and light the candles. I go to make sure the bed is made, even though that won’t last for long. My mind starts to wander of the things we’d do.

Once everything is set up, I go to my bag and grab an old shirt of Eds and a pair of shorts while imagining the polar opposite. Eddie would tear them off. He would sit me on the edge of the bed, lay me down while climbing on top of me. Our lips would be on fire and our tongues would be fighting for dominance. Eddie would grip on my hips, possibly causing some bruising. The way he’d kiss along my jawline to meet my sweet spot, only then to suck on it so harshly yet delicate.

My mind starts veering away from those thoughts. It’s now in worry territory. How is the deal going? Is he okay? Is Chrissy okay? Are they both okay? Oh god. What if somehow Chrissy actually was using this as an opportunity to get with Eddie? No, no Roxanne. Don’t think that way. Eddie would NEVER do that to you. Nor would Chrissy. Why am I thinking like this? Ugh. I go grab a beer from the fridge and crack it open. It'll possibly calm my nerves. I just hope everything is okay.

I go back and start playing “Rhiannon” on a music player I brought from my house. It’s my go-to song for when I get way into my thoughts. Something about its lyrics speak to me. It’s stuck with me ever since Dad left. Anything I would be alone, I would play the song just so that I wouldn’t be alone. Actually, any song of Fleetwood Mac or Stevie Nicks would save me, but “Rhiannon” normally does the trick. I love when Eds sings it to me, it adds a special touch. I look at the Polaroids on the wall, holding my beer and humming the lyrics. “Would you stay if she promised you heaven? Will you ever win?” Stevie and I sing in unison.

I look at the one picture with the Hellfire club. God, Dustin is so goofy. I definitely know what his reaction would be if Eddie left. Though, Eddie would definitely hurt me, or Dustin. He took Dustin under his wing and loves him like a younger brother. Chrissy seems like a sweet girl, too. She is a sweet girl. She wouldn’t harm a fucking fly. She seems too content with that asshole Jason, which irks me too. Chrissy is way too sweet and pretty for Jason. She deserves to be happy without him. She strongly deserves it.

I pull out a walkie talkie Dustin gave me for emergencies from one of the drawers. Apparently, when Will went missing, it was a major source of communication between the kids. So, I guess I should test it out. “Dustin.” I whisper, buzzing from the beer. “Dusty Bun, do you copy?” I whisper. The walkie talkie starts making noise, slightly startling me as the lights flicker a bit. “Hey Rox, do you have any idea what time it is?” Dustin smart mouths me. “Yeah… sorry. Eddie still hasn’t come by after the deal and I’m worried.” “Rox, y’know there’s nothing to worry about. He REALLY loves you.”

I laugh. “I know, I know. It’s just taking so long, and I miss him. I’m worried for both him and Chrissy.” Dustin laughs over the walkie. “You’re just lonely in the cabin. I’m sure it’s fine and he’ll be there soon.” KNOCK KNOCK. I stop in my tracks as the lights flicker a bit again and look at the door from the bed and go quiet. “Roxie…. ROXIE GRACIE! Is everything okay? Do you copy?” I wince at the old nickname I had since I was a kid. “Ew Dustin, don’t call me that.” I lift the walkie talkie to my mouth. “And yeah, yeah. There was a knock.” KNOCK KNOCK. It goes again.

I get up from the bed and go to the door slowly as the lights start flickering. I grab the bat with nails, a gift from Steve also for emergencies. “Rox-“ “Shh! It could be Eddie, but it doesn’t explain the lights.” “The lights what-“ “It’s probably just faulty electricity. I gotta go, I love you.” “O-okay. If anything happens you radio me. I love you too. Be careful Roxie. Over and out.” Dustin reluctantly says as he goes out. My hand wraps around the door knob and I turn it nervously. “Landslide” begins playing as my nerves rise once again. The lights continue flickering as I open the door, meeting a somber, drained Eddie. “What the hell?” I think to myself. “Eddie… What happened?… Baby?” Eddie says nothing and falls into my arms motionless.

“Eddie, what happened?” I help him inside and slam the door shut. I go straight to the bed with him in my arms. I set him down, not wanting to let go as the lights flicker. He winces a bit at it, making me worried. I hold his face and examine him. He’s been crying, his eyes are red. Bloodshot. The only way they’re lighting up is by the Christmas lights. “I’m gonna grab a drink okay?” I say almost walking away when I hear a soft yet alarmed, “ROXIE, NO!” He grabs my wrist, fear stricken. I go back to him and sit on his lap and wrap my arms around his neck and he holds me extremely close. I cup his face in my hands and look more. Something happened. Something definitely happened. The lights flicker again and he hugs me tightly. “Eds, baby.” I stroke his messy curls, looking into his doe eyes that are filled with horror. The energy seemingly sucked out of them. “Eddie what happened?” “Landslide” is about to end. Eddie’s cherry lips part. “Ch-Chrissy… Chrissy’s dead.”

[readinghomestuckin2021]

tw: unhealthy relationships, parental neglect, forced gender conformity etc.

im SURE this is already a fanfic somewhere but i so badly want to write it or commission someone to write it where like??? its vent fanfiction about a tl where roxy and dirk get together on the basis of yeah maybe! and they both THINK they have feelings for each other but they really dont and it ends really bad. at the beginning its great like! rox and dirk are having so much fun in the beginning of their relationship but as soon as the honeymooon phase ends it kinda goes 2 shit

and like the only reason they stay together is bc they end up having dave and rose together but throughout the story dirk gets more distant (turning more into bro) and roxy just turns into a raging alcoholic, but still a decent parent (turns into mom lalonde)

and throughout their relationship, dirk is constantly cheating on rox w different guys (ending up going steady w jake who believes rox and dirk are broken up) bc he realized hes literally so gay but cant break up w rox for whatever reason. and rox is aware and keeps drinking themselves deeper and deeper out of self loathing an shit as well as the realization tht they are literally nb but they cant say tht 2 dirk bc they arent really friends anymore they just co-parent (kind of poorly)

anyways it ends up w them splitting up and rox taking rose and dirk taking dave and transitions into the beginning of homestuck kids 

thats all thanks for coming to this i thought of it in a dream and also while getting starbucks

[holdoncallfailed]

PLEASE go into more detail abt the prom being disappointing

omg i can't tell if this is sincere or sarcastic but i love to complain so ill just answer it as if it were sincere. also spoilers for the prom i guess

right off the bat maybe i should say that i'm mean and i hate fun and i am in general extremely irked by this weird genre of contemporary high school comedy musical that has cropped up on broadway recently (see also: heathers, mean girls, be more chill, dear evan hansen) so i wasn't really expecting much.

but anyway the musical seems incredibly confused as to who the intended audience is. it's a show about high schoolers ostensibly geared towards young people but the story is told mostly from the POV of the main adult characters who are basically caricatures of broadway stereotypes aka an old queen, a kooky liza minnelli/patti lupone mashup, a washed up tv actor from the 90s obsessed w/ the fact that he went to juilliard, and an aging leggy dancer whose dream it is to play roxy hart. there were a lot of inside jokes about the history of broadway/the theatre world that No One under the age of 55 would get if they weren't totally ingratiated in that universe from like birth i guess. then there was the fortnite dance choreography, a major plot point based on a youtube video, characters constantly taking selfies and making references to current pop culture, and the fact the whole musical is litcherally about a high school prom....so who is this thing for????

moving on to the Problematic(tm) parts i guess: the lesbian character is basically introduced by way of a homophobic attack (someone writes lezbo on her locker door and there's a pink teddy bear hanging from a noose inside) which i found incredibly jarring. the word 'lesbian' alone was almost always delivered in a way that got laughs from the audience. during the pre-prom makeover scene the old queen refers to the main lesbian character as 'butchy' as if it were negative which like. okay.

a huge part of act one is the broadway people being shocked at the backwardness of indiana...there's no saks! the liza lupone character doesn't know what an applebee's is! aren't these hicks just so silly in their ignorance?! it was pretty ugly that the whole audience was busting their ass laughing at these jokes clearly meant to further some coastal elite narrative when tickets weren't that cheap. in act two one of the broadway people convinces all the local teens that they shouldn't dislike gay people because you can't cherry pick what bible verses you do and don't follow. this changes everyone's minds instantly and they all end up supporting the lesbian and her gf at prom. also liza lupone ends up falling in love with the high school principal at some point.

the whole moral of the show is basically that We're All Human Beings :) which is a nice message i guess but it just felt so clearly marketed towards rich old theatre people who want to pat themselves on the back for supporting both the gays and the youth and for high school GSA members desperate for validation.

BESIDES ALL OF THAT, the music/book just wasn't good — it's written by the same people who did the wedding singer musical and it uhhh definitely shows. the choreography was ugly, the costumes were boring, and literally no one's wig fit their head to such an extent that i almost thought it was purposeful. also the main character had a riverdale poster in her room. also there were teenagers in the audience actually wearing prom dresses so i guess there are some big fans out there. anyway wow this was way too long but here you go anon i hope you liked this #official #theatrical #review

[khemi]

Here’s The Catch

@ghostecutioner asked:  you know what i want khemi. you know what to give me

As my Yours Sincerely update is still in developmental hell, I will appease you with some other Dirkjohn content and hope it pleases you. John’s POV, no actual Dirk but a lot of talking about him, and a lot of Crockerbert bonding!

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Here’s how this goes.

It’s 4:13am.

Dirk Strider just proposed to you over snap chat and didn’t even give you the full ten seconds to process it.

Jane is beating down your door because you told her you were up for early morning hijinks to welcome in your joint birthday but then got derailed by some asshole proposing to you.

It’s dawning on you that you got distracted half way through dressing so are wearing a backwards shirt and half a pair of pants in this moment of deep internal crisis.

Here’s the catch.

Jane’s phone is the phone in your hand, because your hijinks were going to involve fucking with her contact list and sending Roxy some snap chats of dogs with tag lines about them being the superior pet.

You just got to see Dirk warming up to propose to you.

Dirk’s going to propose to you.

What the ever loving actual fuck do you do with this information???

You start by chucking the phone the other side of the room, then sitting down and staring at the forlorn empty half of your pants, a perfect reflection of the current do you ever feel like a plastic bag aesthetic of your soul. Jane’s knocking has ceased, which is a bad sign given it probably heralds an escalation in hostilities, so for the moment you’re alone with your pals Sir Emotional Repression and Mister Denial.

Dirk still has plenty of time to change his mind. He’s all about ridiculous, over the top shit sure! But this is too much. Right? Probably. Possibly. Fuck it’s not, is it, he could really do this, and then you’d have to think about a real answer, and think about how you feel about him, and the only thing feelings have ever brought you is a headache, misery, and a weird breakdown involving a lot of impassioned ironing and also Nic Cage was there?

This is not how your birthday was meant to go.

“John!” Jane hisses it through the door, and you can tell from her tone that she is now wearing her Serious Business Moustache, which means your shit is fucked worse than your love life. “I have a blowtorch, and you have three seconds to open this door. Do you hear me, John? It’s happening, the time is now, I am coming in one way or another, buster! Three. Two!”

You lurch off the bed and scramble the lock open just as you hear the puff and hiss of the blow torch coming to life, and Jane smiles at you in satisfaction before her gaze drops and her mouth pulls into an off-balance slant.

“John,” she whispers, “that isn’t how you pants.”

Right. Step one is to absolutely make sure she doesn’t find out you looked at her phone and saw Dirk’s snap chat.

“Dirk’s going to propose to me?”

You have failed step one.

Her face rapidly cycles through confusion, surprise, realisation, murder, weighing up the efforts of hiding your body, attempted murder instead, and then eventually just the kind of narrow eyed silent anger that would have you shitting your pants if you’d managed to get enough of them on to shit in.

“Did you look through my messages?” She jabs the blow torch at you, and you dodge the flame with a stifled yelp, swatting at it to try and signal maybe she could turn it the fuck off. “You did! You swine. How many did you look at? Did you say anything? John Egbert, I swear to high heavens-”

“I didn’t say anything! It was one snap chat.”

“Snapchat,” she repeats, flatly.

“Yeah, a snap chat.”

“Snapchat.”

“Snap chat.”

“John I can hear that space, it’s like nails on a chalkboard.”

“Chalk board.”

The blow torch is thrust towards your face and you stagger hastily out of range.

“Alright! Alright. Jeez. But- it really was just that message, okay? And I figured he’d send you something embarrassing, and I was right! It was just also the worst.”

“The worst.” Jane repeats it with the exact same whine, frowning at you. “John, how long has Dirk been your boyfriend?”

“...A few years? Uh.” You count in your head, eyes scanning upwards with each number. “Six years.”

“And how long have you lived together?”

“...Four years.” You frown. “That doesn’t mean we’re instantly marriage central, Jane! Marriage is this whole big... thing. It’s a thing! And maybe I like our relationship without any things thinging it up.”

“So what are you going to do? Dirk fully intends to ask and if you’re going to say no I want you to think carefully about how you do it so you don’t hurt him any more than you have to.”

Ugh.

“I didn’t say I’m going to say no.”

“It certainly sounded like that’s what you said.”

“No, I just... I just don’t know how I feel, okay? And I was really hoping to not have to think about it, like, ever.”

“Ah yes.” Jane rolls her eyes so hard it’s audible. “The patented John Egbert method of shoving everything in a bottle until it’s time to make it a Molotov cocktail.”

“Cock-”

“Don’t test me.”

You do not test her, mounting a full retreat to the bed instead so you can finally get your damn pants on right. This is a serious situation! It calls for at least two legs panted. Maybe more! “Jane what if Dirk’s like... say yes or we’re through! I can’t deal with that stuff.”

“Are you kidding? He already has thirty backup plans involving how to make you think it was a joke if you say no. I managed to make him scale back the plan with the horse, but I’m still pretty sure that’s what he’s going for.” She starts scouring your person for her phone, and you gesture across the room, gaining a harumph one she realises you threw it. “If you see Dave around, my only suggestion is to start running, they have a whole script planned and I wouldn’t wish it on anyone who wasn’t studying the mating rituals of the orange-plumed tragic rapper.”

“So if I say no he’ll just back out and we can totally forget about it?”

“John,” she turns on you, gesturing accusingly with the thankfully extinguished blow torch. “Don’t you dare.”

“But things are fine the way they are! If saying no keeps it all the same, then-”

“Is that really going to be your only reason? John if you say no now he’ll never ask again, so make sure you mean it.”

Well that’s an easy answer! You want things to stay how they are, and they’ll stay that way if you turn him down, and then you never have to be married ever and that’ll be fine because it’s not like you even want to marry Dirk or anything and it’s not like your gut is twisting in a really weird way when you think about him never asking again and about never having a wedding or anything and about...

Oh no.

“Oh no.”

Jane is smiling at you. “There it is.”

“Oh no.”

“Hm?” She slides her phone into her pocket. “Whatever is the matter, John?”

“Ooooh noooo...” You cover your face and slouch backwards across the bed, groaning as you let your body go limp there in protest. “Jane what if I do want to marry Dirk?”

“Then... you say yes.”

“Ooooooooooh noooooooooooo!”

“John.” The bed dips as she sits beside you, and you’re expecting comfort right until she smothers you with a pillow and leaves you flailing to get free. You use the same offending cushion to bap her shoulder, and she snorts, flicking your head. “John! Calm down.”

“Jane what if I want to marry Dirk? What if I want some stupid wedding where Dave raps a best man speech and we cut a cake that probably explodes because you baked it to fuck with me? What do I do?”

“That sounds ghastly. How terrible. I can’t imagine your suffering at the thought of a life of matrimony with the person you’re in love with.”

“Don’t say that!”

“Don’t say what?”

“The L-thing.”

“God I’d make a lesbian joke but it’d be a bit on the nose.” She folds her arms under her chest, puffing her cheeks up just the same. “Why can’t I say it?”

“Remember the bit where I put my emotions in a bottle and let them age until they disappear? I’m still doing that.”

“John.”

“Jane it has never failed me yet and if I don’t pop those bottles it never will. I am a rock solid well adjusted individual. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.”

“I don’t have to be a detective to see it’s a load of baloney. You’re acting like a child about this, you know that, right? You don’t have to say yes! You don’t. But your only reason being bluh bluh actual feelings is shit.”

“But- But. Bluh bluh actual feelings!”

“John even you aren’t this bad! Come on. I know you’re nervous! I know. But... you need to be an adult about this, alright? This is important.” Jane gets a hand on your shoulder and suddenly it’s serious, and your attempts to crawl under a rock have been thwarted by the iron grip of the house hold law. “It’s alright to not know what you’re going to say, or exactly how you feel, but one way or another Dirk is going to ask you and that’s not something you can make disappear without consequences, one way or another.”

You sit and stare into nothing, brain ticking over slowly. There’s a life where every thing stays the same, except for Dirk being crushed for a while. That’s fine! That’s good. That option is there.

The other option is... change, sure, and one that feels big even though it might not be? Which is yikes for a lot of reasons, but it’s not a totally bad yikes, it’s shivers down your back and tingles in the tips of your fingers, and a feeling like if you miss this chance it won’t fit into a bottle as well as you want it to.

It’s just a party and some words. It’s nothing you didn’t want anyway, is it?

Or is it?

“Ugh.” You press your face into Jane’s shoulder. “What do I do?”

“I can’t tell you that, John.”

“What would you do?”

“Ask what I was doing dating Dirk and climb out a window to find my girlfriend, probably?” She gently pats the back of your head. “John, this is on you, chum. You have to figure it out.”

“But it’s hard.”

“So is rigging an entire house to flood with shaving foam, but you managed that just fine.”

You laugh, small and muffled, and settle back into examining your mental scales. Okay. Pros and cons just get muddled with anxieties and stupid shit, and trying to imagine both paths results in exaggerating the possible outcomes until your choice some how destroys the whole universe. The only solid lesson you learn is that your brain sucks, so you push it aside and look down to more solid organs instead.

You regret that thought as soon as it turns up, wrinkling your face and backtracking north until you hit your chest, jeez.

And that’s it. You know. You know what you want, but you’re scared of it going wrong like so many other things have, scared of losing one of the things that makes each day worth facing.

“I want to marry Dirk.” It’s not a question, but it is groaned. “How do I do this?”

“Well, you could try waiting until he asks, then looking surprised and saying yes, Dirk! That might work.”

You shove her. “You’re an ass.”

“You’re a jerk.”

“You’re a bigger jerk!”

“Come over here and say that!”

Her arm’s around you and her knuckles are scrubbing at your hair before you can dodge, you hands patting and pushing at her arms and face. She’s like, twelve! She’s a brat and she sucks!

You’re laughing, and you hate it.

Jane turns the headlock into a hug with surprising each, pulling you close and rubbing your back fondly.

“I’m happy for you, or I will be once you actually go through with it.” Jane’s smile is audible in her voice. “You be good to him, John. You don’t want to know what Roxy and I will do to you if you screw up.”

“Think you could beat Dave to it? You didn’t see him the time I made Dirk think I’d thrown his tiny pony out by accident.”

“You’re a monster.” Jane pulls back, shaking her head at you. “I don’t know what he sees in you.”

“Me either! But... I guess it must be something pretty okay if he wants to officially get stuck with me forever.”

She pulls out her phone, and you glance over at it, pursing your lips in contemplation.

“You know, what if I proposed to him first?”

“John.”

“I could do it out of the blue! Really catch him off guard.”

“John...”

“I could use a snap chat and-”

“I heard that space!”

Jane grabs the pillow as you launch yourself for the other one, ready to strike up a defence. She’s laughing, you’re laughing, and any chance of stealth pranking has gone right out the window, but it’s fine.

It’s okay.

You have something big to look forward to later, and it’s going to be worth the wait.