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stressedemoblackbratz · 3 years

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feeling

pairing: rue bennet x fem!reader

warnings: swearing and mentions of drugs

request: can you do a Rue x reader where she meets Rue after Rue crashes into her backyard during police chase and the reader lets her stay and cleans her up. the next day she drives Rue home, but she disappears after so Rue thinks she won’t ever see her again until she transfers to East Highland High School?

a/n: i hope this is good babes! i know it’s late, but i hope you enjoy!

words: 1k + not proofread

my girl just walked into the building, hi babe. percs give me a feeling, i feel it.

the night sky was beautiful. the stars were blinding and almost made you go cross eyed before you heard a thud and a long groan right after. snapping your head to the left you saw a girl laying in your backyard clutching her stomach and breathing heavily.

you stood up and cautiously came over to her.

“are…are you okay?” you asked her as you slowly approached.

she groaned and turned over to face you. “no.”

you looked at her sickly grimace and her sweating body before hauling her up and rushing her into your house.

your first month back in East Highland was not supposed to be this eventful.

“oh my god.” she said stumbling to your trash can and dry heaving. you groaned before averting your eyes away from the scene.

“not on my floor! please not on my floor.” you said turning your head away as her body convulsed. you just cleaned the entire house this morning.

when nothing came up she took a deep breath and blinked rapidly to clear her head.

“i-i’m Rue.” the girl said now standing up to full height and sitting at your dining room table.

you turned your head back towards her and walked over to your fridge.

“hi Rue.” you said grabbing a water for her. “i’m y/n.” now moving the water to her shaking hand.

she gulped the water down as her eyes flashed across your cabinets. frantically searching for something.

once you were able to catch her wandering eyes you started your questioning.

“so what the fuck happened to you?“ you asked in a teasing voice. “you look like you got ran over.”

she laughed and for the first time since you saw her, she seemed out of discomfort.

“i ran away.” her giggles started to quiet down. you looked over from where you stood looking for a first aid kit and rose a brow at her.

“from what?” you said finally grasping at the bag and coming over to her.

“going to rehab…i kinda fucked up.” she sighed. you saw her eyeing your bag as you took out some alcohol wipes.

“there’s no pills in this house Rue. i’ve barely settled in.” you announced before wiping at the cuts in her knees.

“FUCK.” she hollered out at the stinging pain.

“h-how’d you know?” she breathed out.

“my mom.” you simply said before throwing the bloodied wipes away.

“you stink. go shower. i have some clothes I’ll give you and after breakfast tomorrow I’m taking you home.” you pointed her in the direction of the bathroom before finding some type of food to put in the oven and finding her something to sleep in.

you heard the shower start as you finished picking her outfit and made your way to the door.

“can i grab your clothes really quick to wash them?” you yelled in.

“yeah!” she responded before you heard something fall.

you came in and eyed the showers curtain as the girl cursed.

“just uh…” you trailed off as she continued to drop things behind the curtain. “just call me if you need help.” you laughed before focusing on the clothes.

she left her clothes on the sink. you replaced those clothes with the ones you had for her and started a load.

by the time she was out, you had cut the pizza and the clothes were on their second spin.

“you look way better.” you acknowledged handing her a plate in the process.

“thanks.” she mumbled plopping down beside you.

to Rue you were kind of odd. you clothed her, fed her, allowed her to bathe and you didn’t yell at her. an angel to her, but if she was in your shoes she would’ve been terrified of a stranger.

it was nice being with you in comparison to what all went down that day.

but tomorrow would come, this night would just be a memory, and she would be forced to succumb to her reality in a few hours.

“tell me about you. you heard about me.” she told you picking at the crust.

“um…” you said before swallowing. you hated these questions. you either were always too vague or too deep when answering.

“i moved in like a month ago…last time I was here i was 9.” you mumbled to the girl. you two discussed your living situation before Rue yawned and you decided that was a signal for bed.

“hey Rue?” you called to the almost asleep girl. she hummed in response.

“are you the one who was jumping all those yards? i heard about it on the scanner while you were washing up.”

silence was your answer before she nodded beside you. you hummed before closing your eyes and going to bed.

the next morning all you heard was a woman screaming “WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN RUE?!” before driving off.

you did not want to stay to see that.

Rue sighed as she walked to lunch with Maddy. it had been roughly two weeks since she last saw you.

she almost went to your house, but Ali had told her that was weirdo behavior. to wait things out.

so she waited.

and waited.

you weren’t at the park, the grocery restore, the mall, or anywhere.

Rue was defeated until you showed up in the cafeteria.

“Rue?” a voice she knew too well called from behind her.

she turned and stood up. there you stood with a black dress and fishnets on your arms beaming at her.

“you look better.” you giggled at her stunned reaction.

“i’ve missed you.” she said embracing you. you laughed into her shoulder as you hugged her back. from what you could see, a blonde a few tables over was sending daggers right at you two.

“so is this the girl?“ BB asked from around her vape she had stuffed in her arm sleeve.

“the angel?” Kat added as you two pulled apart.

“this is her.”

#euphoria #euphoria x reader #euphoria imagine #rue bennett #rue bennet x reader #rue euphoria #rue bennett x reader #rue bennett imagine #rue bennett euphoria #kat hernandez #bb euphoria #elliot euphoria

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glittersandsourcherries · 3 years

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Home is where the heart is (part 1) | Fezco x Bennett!Reader

Summary: A phone call from an old friend forces you to go home for a bit. Or, Rue goes missing during episode 5

Pairing: Fezco x Bennett!Reader

Word count: 0.9k

Warnings: mention of drugs/overdose

You were studying in your dorm when you got a call from Fezco saying your sister was going through withdrawal and came to his house tonight. He told her he didn't keep things at the house no more, but she snooped and tried to steal medication from his grandma.

''I had to kick her out and now I dunno where she went. She wasn't at my door when I went back to check,'' he said, worry and guilt in his voice. ''I stopped sellin' her shit, but she found them elsewhere.''

Rue wasn't the first drug addict Fez encountered in his life - and won't be the last. His business was thriving because of them. But Rue... He cared about Rue, he loved her like a sister, which was why he was so worried about her. She wasn't business to him, she was family.

''It's okay. You did what was right, Fez. I-I'm gonna call my mom and we'll find her.''

You hung up.

Fuck.

Rue had relapsed.

Flashbacks from the first time she overdosed filled your thoughts. You had been working the late night shift at the diner when your mother had called to inform you of your sister's overdose. She had not said much, just to come to the hospital as soon as possible.

Gia had been the one who found her. She had heard strange noises coming from Rue's bedroom and found her choking on a pool of vomit. It had been a traumatizing experience for a thirteen years old.

You remembered the tears on your sister and mother's faces when you got to the hospital. You remembered seeing Rue laying on a hospital bed in the ICU, unconscious.

You wiped the tears forming in your eyes with the back of your sleeve. Right now was not the time to cry. You had to call your mom.

It was almost 2am when you stepped into your childhood home. The drive to East Highland had been long and worrisome.

You let yourself in using your old key, startling your mom, who had fallen asleep in the rocking-chair, with the rustling of the door.

''Rue? Rue, is that you?''

Your heart ached, wishing it was your sister.

''No, Mom. It's me,'' you said.

Leslie stood and pulled you into a hug, relieved to see you. ''I'm sorry for asking you to come. You must be busy with school-''

''It's okay, Mom,'' you reassured, hugging her back. ''I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.''

''Come. I'll go make some coffee.''

While the coffee was brewing, your mom put you up to date with everything that happened.

''She told Gia she was smoking weed to help with her anxiety, but it was a lie. It wasn't just weed. There was a whole suitcase filled with all kinds of drugs under her bed. How did she even get that? God, I don't know how I didn't see anything...'' Leslie shook her head, guilt filling her.

Last time you had spoken to Rue on the phone, she was doing well. She was attending her NA meetings, claimed to be sober and had fallen in love, but addicts lie. Like she did to Gia, to your mom, to everyone.

''When she found out that the suitcase was missing, she had this withdrawal-induced breakdown and trashed the house. She was...unrecognizable.'' She closed her eyes, the emotions coming back as she retold the story. ''She said hurtful, horrible things. To Gia and me, to Jules and this other boy she goes to school with.''

You covered your mother's hand with yours. ''I'm sure she didn't mean those things.''

''A part of me is mad at her, but I also just want her to come home.''

''Me too.''

Gia woke up an hour after you arrived.

''Y/N.'' She got up from the couch where she had dozed off and smiled for the first time in a long time.

''Gia. Come here.'' You opened your arm and she came right up, hugging you tightly.

Despite the circumstances, you were happy to see your little sister. There was tear stains on her face and her eyes were red from crying, telling you it had been a rough and very emotionally charged day.

You heard nothing from the cops. Like, at all. They must've stopped their searches and gone back to their regular patrolling. You didn't tell your mom that though.

Gia had fallen back asleep - this time in her own bed. You had stayed in her room and brushed her hair until she fell asleep like you used to do when she was younger. She may be a teenager now, but that didn't mean she didn't need her big sister when she was scared or hurt or sad anymore. Tonight, it was all of the above.

She hadn't said anything, but seeing Rue trashing the house had scared her. You noticed how her door had been busted and her room trashed - along with other rooms in the house. That must've been traumatizing for her.

The day was waking when Rue stumbled in the house, scaring the shit out of you.

''Rue?''

Your head snapped in direction of the door and there she was, you little sister, barely standing in her feet. Her hair was a mess, as would anyone who spend the night running around town, and was wearing clothes that clearly wasn't hers. She seemed to be in some sort of pain as she was clutching her stomach and struggling to stand on one of her feet.

She didn't say anything. She just looked at you, silently asking for help.

You rushed to her, but her body gave out before you could give her support.

''Rue!''

Tag-list: @milkiane

Fezco tag-list: @runway-to-my-aid

#fezco #fezco imagine #fezco x reader #fezco euphoria #euphoria #euphoria fic #euphoria imagine

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yourethehero · 3 years

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Faye Needs a Backstory

Ok, not every single minor character does, but she's fun. I wanted to give her some reason for being. So I looked up the vague stuff out there for Chloe Cherry, blended some drama, and came up with this.

It's garbage and I am ok with it.

See, the thing is, Faye is not an idiot.

That’s not to say she was particularly smart before the heroin took her brain function lower, but to say she had been stupid would be to lie to the high school diploma tucked away in a box in her parent’s home in Pennsylvania, waiting for the prodigal daughter to return.

She was the youngest of three, and her first pill was an Oxy at a party right after graduation. She made it one year into community college before she had started hitting needles more frequently. And by the time her 20thbirthday had rolled around, Faye knew she was, without a doubt, a junkie.

Which apparently was quite introspective, for a junkie.

Her mom tried and cried and tried. Sure, Mrs. Cunningham, you can keep your rail-thin disaster of a daughter away from heroin.

But Faye was not an idiot.

Faye had checked herself out of the emergency room before testing had come back and walked into a bar. From there, it had been easy to trade for what she needed. A ride here, a ride there – of whichever kind. Bodies and car rides are both currencies. Then, she was in California, and she had a pimp who bought her cute clothes and lip gloss and had paid for her lip injections. And Custer was nice and told her he loved her. And helped her hide.

So long as she only shot in the thighs. No track marks for this track star.

When she had started living with Custer in the motel outside of East Highland, she had picked out a spot between the buildings in a random street where she could dig her bag. Having an identity as an addict was stupid, but she knew if she ever wanted to turn back, she could go to that lump of inconspicuous dirt and take her Pennsylvania life back, if there was some of it left. It was all contained in a single driver’s license, some sheets of paper, and an old set of keys that likely no longer opened the same doors.

FAYE CUNNINGHAM

DOB: 02/23/2000

SEX F EYES BLU HT 5’8”

Lancaster, PA

Faye doesn’t think much about life back then.

Her brother Ryan worked some fancy job. He wore suits, now, shoes perfectly polished. When he had arrived at the emergency room, instead of watching her and their mother, he had put headphones on and taken some work call. Middle of the day, of all things.

Her sister Lori had a baby now, probably. When Faye had left, Lori had been six months along. Lori had not gone to the ER with their mom.

Mr. Cunningham had been out on patrol at the time. It was always fitting; she had thought in her times of clarity. A hard-ass police officer with a junkie daughter.

A few weeks from her 22nd birthday, she is living in some ginger dealer’s apartment, with a perpetually angry 12-year-old, a grandmother on life support, and a fridge full of semi-rotten food. So as Roo, or Brue, or whatever her name is tries to convince Fez to listen to her “business plan” (and Faye knows, in her heart, that if it doesn’t have to do with putting her body on the ledger, it probably won’t work,) she starts bagging the spoiled groceries.

It's a very warm February morning by the time she meanders out with a trash bag, and there is a man in a pickup outside. It has been a few hours from her last hit, and she knew she was not imagining the way his bloodshot eyes tracked her movements as she tossed a bag into the trashcan. Faye turned, knowing well that the man had seen her, and walked back up the stairs to Ash’s angry face.

“The guy from the store is out there.”

“What fuckin’ guy?”

She screams in her head. She wishes she could speak faster. “The uh… one with all the questions. The gum guy.”

Recognition floods Ash’s face, and he calls for Fezco.

Faye thinks it’s a good time to light a blunt, so she pulls a bag from the cushions of her couch (and it is her couch now, she’s been there for two weeks,) and gets to packing a pre-roll. She can now watch, again.

#character study #fuck you sam levinson #euphoria #euphoria hbo #the last bit leads into S2E3 #faye euphoria #i don't write dialogue i just introspect and panic the moment humans need sentences #what do you mean people talk #chloe cherry #good on chloe for keeping lots of her personal life out of the public eye #she's got it #a cutie #I don't think she gets clean any time soon but like it'd be nice #I gave her a last name #references to SW #whether voluntary or involuntary is hard to say when you're an addict

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scvrllet · 4 years

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fairtytales / j.p

Pairing: James Potter x Fem!Reader

Summary: James always loved fairytales but one day, he finally learns why he shouldn’t believe in them so much

Prompt: “I can’t pretend about something that feels too real.”

This is a submission for @approved-by-dentists‘ writing challenge which I’m so sorry for taking forever to finish

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Key: (Y/H/C) = your house colour

White lily flower petals littered the green grass, acting as an aisle for the bride to walk down as the guests waited impatiently in their seats.

James was probably the most anxious out of everyone there. He had been in-love with you since sixth year back at Hogwarts and now here he was waiting for you to arrive at the wedding.

Silver chairs were wrapped with pieces of white and ivory fabric, a combination you’ve always adored, and white tulips lined the aisle. There was a makeshift stage in front of them, where the bride and groom would stand and finally be one. The setting looked like something straight out of a fairytale.

After a few minutes, you had apparated along with your parents. Since it was still in the midst of a war, you opted out of the traditional wedding dress your parents had wished for and opted for a simple but elegant dress instead. James held his breath as he watched your father walk you down the aisle and right pass him.

***

Christmas was always your favourite holiday. Back home with your parents, the days counting down to Christmas were spent together as a family and gift exchanges were the best. You would’ve thought that this tradition would end after you got accepted into Hogwarts but your muggle parents had managed to get used to using the owl and were able to share the experience with you.

With Christmas just a week away, your parents had already sent 7 owls, making the house elves who tended to the school owls very exhausted, and were sending another owl soon.

“They seem to really enjoy using owls.” James said as he watched an owl fly in through the Common Room and drop off a package into your lap.

“I thought they would’ve been wary of using animals to send stuff but turns out I was wrong.” You replied as you opened the paper package. Since you were away from school, your parents had decided to switch the order of activities you’d all do. You were supposed to be baking cookies with your mom while your dad sang Christmas songs around the kitchen on this day.

Inside the package were two knitted sweaters, one a deep crimson and the other a (Y/H/C). Raising a brow at the second sweater, you searched the package for a note and found it in-between the two.

Dear (Y/N),

Hi honey, your father and I hope you’re doing well at school.

We know that today was supposed to be baking but we’ve heard that it’s been getting pretty cold up there in the highlands so we decided to send you your sweater earlier. Your father had also decided to knit an extra one for that James boy you’re always mentioning. We hope you both like them and we can’t wait to have you back home in two days!

Love you. Mom and dad. P.S: Why not bring James home for Christmas? We’re always happy to have guests over.

“You alright there (Y/N)?” James asked, causing you to look at him. You hadn't noticed that you were so focused on the letter in front of you until James pointed it out. “What’d they send today?”

“Oh just sweaters. They also knitted one for you.”

James' face lit up and he practically dived into the spot beside you on the couch to grab said sweater. He held it up to look at it before quickly putting it on. It fit him perfectly.

He had always loved the sweaters your parents knitted so now that he was able to have one of his own he couldn’t seem to hide the smile that graced his features. It suited him, both the sweater and the smile. He smiled often but it was more mischievous but this one was genuine. You liked seeing him like this.

“I need to thank them. What’s a good gift I could get them?” James' question broke you out of your daydream.

“You could come over?” It sounded more like you were reading off of a script rather than just asking him. Merlin why were you so nervous around this boy.

“What?”

“For Christmas dinner. My parents wanted to invite you to our Christmas dinner. You don’t have to go of course, they were just suggesting it since I-”

“I’d love to.”

Realizing what you were about to reveal, you were thankful for James cutting you off. You simply smiled at him and tried your best to contain your excitement as he went back to marveling at the sweater.

“Bollocks, I have practice in ten,” James sighed. Pulling the sweater off his head you couldn’t but stare at the bit of exposed skin as his undershirt rose. “I’ll see you after practice love. Oh and the dinner! Send me an owl what time.” He said as he ran out of the Common Room a little too loudly. A few students shushed at him but by then he was already running down the halls towards the changerooms.

***

“(Y/N) are you done yet?” Your mother called from downstairs.

You were in your bathroom after your sixth outfit change of the night. For some reason the first five outfits weren’t what you had envisioned them to look like. After an hour of hair, makeup and six outfit changes, you finally felt content with your appearance and was finally ready to go downstairs.

James was supposed to arrive in less than an hour which meant you had more than enough time to get the table set and help put up any last minute decorations. Perhaps your parents took Christmas a little too seriously you thought to yourself, looking out the window at the giant candy canes and lights that lit up the entire yard. It looked like something out of a bloody Christmas story.

“I’ll get it!” Your father announced after hearing the doorbell ring. Your mother chuckled and walked to join him at the door while you stood behind them, silently praying that they won’t embarrass themselves in front of the boy they knew you liked.

“You must be James.” You heard your father say in a monotone voice. From the small space between your parents, you could see James' charming smile falter as he grew nervous.

“Yes sir. It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. and Mrs. (Y/L/N).” He said, surprisingly without stuttering, as he offered his hand out for them to shake.

“Come in dear, you must be freezing.” Your mother said. Pushing your father to the side, she pulled him inside and offered to hang up his jacket. He politely declined and did it himself.

Your father looked back at you and nodded at you causing you to roll your eyes. Tonight was going to be interesting.

“(Y/N)!” You heard James call out. Turning your head in his direction, you watched as he approached you with open arms and a smile. Wrapping your arms around him, you pulled him into a warm hug which made you shiver when you realized that he was freezing. “I got this for you and your parents.” He said as he handed you a fairly large gift bag.

Setting it on the couch, you opened it up to see a few bottles from his parents beauty line along with some baked goods. He even bought two candles in your favourite scent and candy. He knew you too well.

“Dinner is ready!”

Perhaps your parents were a little too excited for this dinner. Their eyes went wide as they watched James pull out the chair for you before taking the one beside you, facing your parents. While your father grabbed food for himself and your mom, James filled up your plate with foods he knew you liked. Your parents shared a knowing look before starting to pester the poor boy with questions.

The questions started off as generic: What are your goals, what is your plan for the future, what are your favourite classes, what house are you in and etc. Your parents acted as if they hadn’t already known the answer to these questions due to the amount of times you’ve told them about him.

“Are you dating anybody?” Your father had decided to ask, ignoring how your eyes went wide and signed for him to stop.

“Oh I actually am.” James replied and your father raised a brow. Your mother looked both shocked and hurt for you. “She’s in Gryffindor like me, Lily Evans. We’ve been dating for two weeks so far.”

“That’s great, I’m sure she’s lovely.” Your mother quickly regretted saying that as the rest of the dinner was spent talking about Lily Evans. James would not shut up for a second talking about how lovely and amazing she was that you were more than relieved when he noticed the time and had to leave.

After the door closed behind him, your parents barely had a chance to call for you as you ran up the stairs and into your room. You didn’t come out until the following afternoon when they bribed you with waffles despite it being 3 pm.

***

After the Christmas dinner with James the news of his new relationship quickly spread. You started isolating yourself from him, not that you had to even try considering he’d spend all his time with Lily. As weeks went by you’d start talking to Remus, who you grew a sibling-like relationship with the more you talked ot each-other. It started off with complaining about how James essentially ditched you and his friends to spend all his time with Lily and barely even remembering to say hi to them. Then as it progressed you both started to actually spend time with each-other and talk without any mention of James Potter or Lily Evans.

During this time, James' two other friends, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew, were still trying to get a word with James but after one too many failed attempts, decided to join Remus. You quickly befriended them both, just like how you did with Remus, and the four of you spent if not all, most of your free time outside of classes together. It was like you had replaced the void James’ left in their group.

Before his relationship, James was often said to act like a mother to the boys but when you joined, it was actually Remus who became the mother hen. He was the one nagging you to study and telling Sirius to actually pay attention in class and stopping Peter from wanting to raid the kitchen every other hour. As much as he’s grown to love you, he did not hesitate to complain about how childish you acted but you would only stick your tongue out at him before finally starting to do what you were supposed to. You really did become the sister he never had and despite him getting annoyed every few minutes, he truly did love you and wanted the best for you.

Maybe that was why he had snapped at James when the boy came crawling back to his friends. News spread like wildfire around Hogwarts that James had broken up with Lily and despite you being one of the first few people to hear about it, you didn’t care.

“What do you mean I can’t tell her?” James asked. Remus and Peter were in their dorms, previously in a conversation before James barged into the room asking for their forgiveness of how he’s been treating them the past few months.

“I said, you’re not going to tell (Y/N) that you’re in-love with her.” Remus replied calmly before turning back to Peter.

“But why.”

“Because she’s dating Sirius now that’s why!” James fell silent and could only look at Remus in shock. “The two people you’ve hurt the most are together now. And they’re happy as well so there is no way in hell I’m going to let you ruin it.”

“Moony I’m in-love with her, what do you want me to do.?”

“Suck it up. Act like you’re not. You were amazing at completely ignoring us for the past few months anyways.”

“This is different I can’t pretend about something that feels too real. Moony you’ve got to understand that I’m in-love with her.”

“Well that’s too bad,” Remus said as he stood up. Regardless of how much he loved his friend, he not only hurt him but others in ways that no one deserved to ever go through. “Because I’m not letting you ruin what they have going on. You actually had a chance, back when she gave you that sweater. She was still in-love with you until-”

“The dinner.”

Remus nodded and motioned for Peter to stand up. “I’m sorry.” He said before walking out the door with Peter in tow.

James watched as his friends left the room. He didn’t even know he was crying until he had tasted the tears on his tongue but just like his feelings, he realized a little too late.

***

You walked right past him and onto the makeshift stage with the help of your husband-to-be, Sirius Black. Standing behind him was Remus, the best-man, who had a bright smile as he watched his two best-friends finally get married.

James tried his best to be happy. He really did. But how was he supposed to be happy when he was attending the girl he’s been in-love with for years, especially when he wasn’t the one she was getting married to. Sure he was able to make amends with them but that was about it. He went back to being her friend when he could’ve been more. He was even given the chance at one point but he blew it. This is all my fault. He thought to himself as he watched the newly wedded Mr. and Mrs. Black walk back down the aisle as the guests threw petals in the air.

The scene before him looked like an image straight out of a fairytale. James used to love hearing fairytales growing up but today he learned something about them; they aren’t real.

#clarissas400challenge #james potter #james potter au #james potter imagine #james potter oneshot #james potter fic #james potter angst #james potter x reader #james potter x fem!reader #james potter x you #james potter x y/n #james oneshot #james ansgt #james x reader

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honey-dewey · 4 years

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Pepper Spray

Pairing: Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels/Reader

Word Count: 2,181

Warnings: None

The Statesman parking lot was the only thing you hated about your job. Mostly because it was dark as the night and terrifying even when you were clutching a weapon. Of course, when the time comes to use said weapon, you may or may not have accidentally used it on the wrong person. Oops.

You loved your job. A well paying and not too hard job at the Statesman distillery and apparently, secrecy agent service. You mostly worked with the papers, filing and sorting and re-reading. It was hell on the feet and worse on the eyes, but you knew every inch of that building and all it’s goings on. It was truly an ideal job.

However, the one and only thing you hated about your job was the parking lot.

It was far away from the building, shrouded in darkness that the lights never touched. You’d put pepper spray on your keychain after a month of working at Statesman, and had hesitantly asked Ginger to make you a discreet weapon after you’d used your pepper spray once on a creep at a bar. She’d given you brass knuckles that you’d thankfully never had to use, but just knowing you could protect yourself was comfort enough. Even if you weren’t on Statesman property, the feeling of being protected was one you loved.

Fridays were, of course, always hectic. Weekly mission reports were due on Friday, and between the fact checking and the grammar checks and the sorting away, you’d spent an hour extra at work. It wasn’t a bad thing though, as you got paid overtime and the bulk of the work was sorting away the new reports. However, your late night work antics meant that by the time you left the office, the parking lot was dead dark, and you clutched your pepper spray as you made your way to your car.

Humming to yourself, just some annoying song one of your coworkers had been playing all day, you walked past the security booth leading into the parking lot.

A noise behind you made you spin around, heart beating overly fast. The noise sounded distinctly like the security booth door opening. Your finger itched on the pepper spray trigger, getting ready.

You continued towards your car, now on high alert. With the security Statesman had, you were fairly certain whoever was around wasn’t a huge threat to your safety, but you had to be certain. More than likely, it was just Tom, the security guard who usually sat in the booth. He left sometimes, to grab food or take a bathroom break. You took a breath, trying desperately to convince yourself it was just Tom.

When you finally had your car in sight, you heard footsteps behind you, falling in line with yours. They were heavy, heavier than Tom’s, and they were regular, masked slightly by the sound of your own. Whoever was behind you was trying to hide their steps. Squaring your shoulders, heart beating loudly in your ears, you whirled around and immediately sprayed your pepper spray. There was no time to assess the threat, you just prayed your aim was true.

It, thankfully, was. Your target, however, was not who you expected.

“Whiskey?”

Agent Whiskey, or Jack as he preferred around the office, was standing in front of you, his face and shirt bright orange as he attempted to process the fact that you’d just pepper sprayed him.

“Oh my god!” You said, panicking as you realized what you’d just done. “I am so sorry!”

Jack made a pained noise as the spray took its effect, and you immediately jumped into action. “C’mon,” you said, putting an arm around him. “I am so sorry,” you added again.

He didn’t respond. You sighed, slightly worried that this could be the end of your career. After all, you’d just pepper sprayed one of Statesman’s best agents. A mistake like that was pretty damn big.

By the time you had him back in the building, Jack’s eyes were swollen shut and his face was soaking wet from the tears he was involuntarily crying. He couldn’t talk, so you simply busied yourself with setting him in a medical exam room and searching for what you needed.

You’d gone through the paperwork on these rooms and their set up so many times that you knew every square inch of the space. And all the receipts for medical purchases went through you as well, meaning you also knew exactly what was stocked.

Thankfully, Statesman had what you needed within reach, and it took you almost no time at all to find the nondescript bottle of saline solution and put it on the countertop. Along with that, you put on gloves, just to protect your hands.

You carefully, while describing your actions so as not to send Jack into a panic, took his hat and jacket off and led him to the tiled corner of the room with the eye wash station.

“I’m going to spray your face with this saline solution,” you said, uncapping the bottle. “It’s cold, but not super cold. It should help for when we flush the spray off your face with water.” As you explained, Jack shuffled on his feet, clearly eager to make the pain subside.

“Three,” you said warningly, rolling the bottle back and forth in your hands, hoping you could warm the liquid a bit.

“Two.” Jack tensed, although whether it was out of pain or anticipation, you had no idea. You could only hope it was anticipation.

“One.” You sprayed the liquid all across Jack’s face, although it was more like splashing him with water from a cup. The saline solution dripped down his face and onto his shirt, mixing with the tears he’d shed. You put the bottle down, expertly guiding Jack over the eye wash station and turning it on.

“Fifteen minutes,” you said, taking your gloves off and dumping them into the trash. “At least. After that, we’ll wait for your eyes to open and give you a rest period to let the burn subside, which could take a while, but should resolve itself in an hour or so.”

Jack ended up needing a break around the eight minute mark, leaning back and taking multiple deep breaths, his eyes still shut and his throat still pretty much unusable. He rasped out a few words about his stained shirt, and you took the break in eye rinsing to help him take his shirt off and have him wash his hands. Once that was done, he went right back to the eye wash station to complete his time.

Once Jack’s fifteen minutes were up, you helped him sit down and dry off, his eyes still swollen shut. Thankfully, his throat was starting to clear, and he was able to talk to you.

“How in the hell?” He rasped. “I didn’t know you worked here in medical.”

“I don’t.” You put the mostly empty saline bottle away, making a note on the whiteboard near the door that the room needed more. “I do the paperwork. I just happened to have to pull papers on an accident involving pepper spray today, and had to Google how to relieve the burn to fact check the papers. This room is familiar because I keep track of all the supplies and blueprints. Really, I just know a lot about everything that goes on in this building.”

Jack took a breath. “Fuck.”

You laughed. “Sure. Fuck.”

Grabbing a few tissues, you carefully wiped away the residual tears and water off Jack’s face. His eyes blinked open, still red and swollen, but not too bad anymore.

“Hey,” you said happily, glad to see his eyes open. “How’re you feeling?”

“Like shit,” Jack muttered, raising a hand to rub his face, but you caught his wrist before he could.

“Don’t rub,” you warned. “That’ll make it worse.”

Jack nodded. “How long before the burn stops?”

You shrugged, thinking back to the pepper spray paperwork. “An hour. But you probably won’t be fully recovered until tomorrow.”

Sighing, Jack leaned back. “I guess we’re gonna be stuck here a while.”

Eventually, you grabbed a washcloth and soaked it in cool water, laying it across Jack’s eyes. The swelling was, thankfully, going down, as was the redness. His eyes had finally stopped watering as well, meaning he was mostly able to see again.

As Jack’s face got better, you two talked. Not about anything important, just simple things that could distract Jack. You learned he had a ranch, and he eagerly told you about his cow.

“Her name is Bella,” he said, showing you a photo on his phone. You smiled. Bella was absolutely beautiful, with soft looking tan fur and big brown eyes. “She’s a highland cow, which is why she’s so fluffy.”

“I didn’t know you had pets,” you said, sitting back and checking your watch. “Bella’s adorable.”

Jack shrugged, putting his phone back into his pocket. “I inherited most of it from my brother,” he explained. “He died a while back, right as I joined Statesman. Mom always expected to get the ranch, but my brother said she didn’t have the heart for it. So he left it to me.”

“Huh.” You stood, dusting yourself off. “Does your mother suck?”

“Nah,” Jack responded. “She’s just not very motherly.”

You laughed. “Well that explains it. We should probably get going, by the way. It’s getting late.”

So you and Jack walked out to the parking lot, you silently fiddling with your keys.

“Can I drive you home?” You blurted, watching Jack head off towards where the Bronco was parked.

He stopped, turning back to you. “Pardon?”

“I’m just worried your eyes aren’t up to scratch yet,” you elaborated, nervousness making you shuffle your feet. “And I’d feel better if I got to drive you home.”

Jack shrugged. “Yeah. Sure.”

As he got into your car, he looked around, impressed. “What kinda car is this?”

“A mustang. Shelby Cobra to be specific.”

Jack raised an eyebrow. “Is it a ‘67?”

“Yep.” You busied yourself with backing out, the old mechanics of the car a familiar comfort to you.

“Huh.” Jack leaned back. “Impressive.”

You smiled, waving to Tom, who was in the security booth. “Thank you. It was my dad’s, but he gave it to me because I helped him repair it when I was young. Where’s your house?”

Jack put his address into his phone, putting it on the dash and maxing the volume so you could hear the directions.

“So why’d you pepper spray me?” He asked eventually, breaking the silence.

You snorted. “Why were you sneaking up on me in the middle of the night?”

“I had a question.”

“Mhm,” you hummed, making a turn. “What question?”

Jack fiddled with his jacket zipper, seemingly nervous. “Just wanted to ask about my paperwork. Ginge needed to know when my last eye exam was, and she told me to find you.”

You laughed. “It couldn’t have waited until tomorrow?” You asked. “Also, it was three years ago.”

“How in the fuck?”

“Champ needed your file yesterday so he could compare your sharpshooting record to one of the other agent’s scores,” you explained. “And on my way back down to the records room, I read it over. It’s a long walk and I needed some entertainment.”

Jack shook his head in disbelief, a small smile on his lips. “You are unbelievable.”

You grinned, turning and pulling into Jack’s ranch. “I’m fairly certain being unbelievable is my job,” you pointed out, putting the car in park.

As Jack opened the car door, you heard excited mooing and saw a dark figure racing over.

“Bella!” Jack said eagerly, petting the cow the same way one would pet a dog. “Hey darlin’. How’s the ranch?”

Bella mooed again, headbutting your car.

You got out, coming around to scratch Bella’s ears. She butted into you too, sending you back a couple of steps.

“Be nice,” Jack scolded playfully, shaking a finger at Bella. “This is a guest!”

Bella mooed yet again and trotted off.

“I’m sorry about her,” Jack said, turning to you. “She’s a people cow.”

You merely shook your head, laughing. “It’s fine. By the way, is there any way I can make tonight up to you? I did kinda pepper spray you. Can I make that right somehow?”

Jack chuckled, leaning on a fence post. “Come ‘round here again tomorrow at six. Wear something nice.”

“Are you asking me out?” Of all the things you expected, this was not it.

“Yeah,” Jack said. “What’d you say? Please keep in mind I was pepper sprayed an hour ago.”

You snorted, getting back into your car and putting the window down. “It’s a date.”

As you backed out of Jack’s ranch, he waved at you, and you waved back.

Once you reached your own house, you fell onto your couch and eagerly texted Ginger, telling her about your upcoming date. Within seconds, she was calling you.

“What?” You asked, giggling and heading into your kitchen for a glass of water.

Ginger took a deep breath. “Did you just score a date with Jack goddamn Daniels?”

“Yeah?” You said, leaning against your counter. “I mean, I kinda pepper sprayed him first, but yeah, I got a date!”

There was a pause. And then,

“I’m sorry, did you say you pepper sprayed him!?”

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akurathereaper · 4 years

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An insignificant rant on HoT&PoF

As everyone knows, yady yady ya, everyone prefers HoT, whatever

I’m one of those people and I’m about to rant about this too.

THIS IS NOT A SPOILER FREE RANT

I will be talking about story elements and stuff that happens in both DLCs.

I like Path of Fire, I really do, it gave me Elona, it gave me agent Kito whom I wholeheartedly pity cuz he has to deal with the Commander, it gave me more of Aurene (and it gave me Joko on whom I can shit on when I feel bad)

But, it didn’t give me maps I like (and I will tell you why) (please note I am no game designer, or designer in general. In fact, maps designed by me would be probably shit, but I still believe my opinion is valid, because I am a person with eyes that can see)

This is going to be a small rant when it comes to maps, now mark, english isn’t my first language so there may be nonsensical sentences, and I am no professional critic so all of this is coming from my heart, not my brain.

Ready? Let’s go

So I’m going to do a little comparison (nothing too much in depth) of the four maps from each DLC (plus Domain of Vabbi but I don’t have much to say on it if I’m honest).

We have Verdant Brink, Auric Basin, Tangled Depths and Dragon’s stand from Heart of Thorns, and Crystal Oasis, Desert Highlands, The Desolation, Elon Riverlands and Domain of Vabbi.

Let me start with HoT, because it makes logical sense.

When you first start the Heart of Thorns campaign, you’re told to go from Silverwastes to... Verdant Brink. You get a small taste of it right before you enter it, in that cave where the injured pact members are talking about it. And then you load in (hopefully, if your pc doesn’t reenact an atomic blast), and first thing you see, when you walk in on that VERY SPECIFICALLY DESIGNED LEDGE

is absolute carnage.

Ships are strewn about, hanging in pieces torn apart by Mordremoth’s vines, smoke and fire is everywhere, that part of the jungle is ravaged not only by Mordremoth, but also by you. Your Pact. And in that moment you exactly realize what happened (if it wasn’t obvious from the cutscene that played before it *cough cough*)

But now you see it. The map tells you a very obvious story, and you don’t need to be a genius to figure it out. It tells you and SHOWS you exactly how strong and dangerous the Dragon you’re hunting is. It shows you what you have to overcome. (And if you’re me, you’re crying cuz Trahearne got kidnapped)

I’m going to skip the storyparts of this map, but will instead focus on the meta of it (since i’ve done it like trillion times). There’s five main crashpoints. Each has to bring their all to successfuly make this map “safe”. The nobles, the Pale Reavers, the quaggan and her soldiers. Everyone. I’m guessing that after you kill all the five champions, the area becomes safe enough for you to move on, after all, you’re the Commander, and you cannot leave everyone to die in the middle of the Jungle. Once again, the map tells you a story through the gameplay)

And then you move onto Auric Basin (I’m guessing it’s a lot of people’s fav map)

Oh, Auric Basin... The map instantly breathes “something”, something different. You KNOW you’re somewhere else, the whole atmosphere tells you that you’re somewhere forgotten, somewhere where the touches of humans, sylvari, charr, whatever main race, have not reached.

Your first instance of it is most likely the story instance, so you get introduced to the place pretty quickly. I don’t have to say how gorgeous the city actually is, right?

The whole place is an archaeologist’s wet dream. And again, the map tells you, it shows you, it’s story, it’s history (the Priory people are wetting themselves over the whole thing), and sometimes it’s the Exalted themselves who tell you the story. But you can gauge a lot of it just from observing. It’s not the most effective of cities, I’ll be honest, but it’s a damn impressive one. After all, Tarir was build for Glint’s scion.

And the meta? It’s about PROTECTING the city. Protecting it from Mordremoth, from destroying it, from destroying the safe place for a dragon’s egg. You stop Mordremoth from leaching the place with Octovines (or an exalted does it for you. Kudos to you, immortal and endless exalted), and you don’t rly realize the importance of this place until the whole Aurene thing happens.

And oof, Tangled Depths.

Tangled Depths, one of the most hated maps in the entire expansion, a thing (imho) that can be very much blamed on the map limitation (I’m talking about your map, where you see where you are and where the waypoints are, etc.) Like, honestly, wouldn’t it be a WHOLE lot easier to traverse if your map made actual damn sense? But I digress.

Tangled Depths is probably one of the lesser impressive maps? Overall, I very like it, although it’s story has to be unearthed and explored actively. It’s more of a bland looking pie with delicious filling.

Tangled Depths is quite...a good map. In a way. Don’t throw trash at me, please. I also hated it when I had to walk through it, but I learnt the shortcuts and then traversed with relative ease, so I stopped seeing the whole map as a nuisance and started seeing it for what it was.

Such an untouched piece of history... The Rata Novus? Rata Novus? Hello? Asura lived here?

The Ogres, making their village there? The Nuhoch, fighting for their survival with the Zintl hyleks and the Chak? The Chak? Such new and interesting creatures who literally eat magic! In the middle of the jungle, you see such life, such vivacity, even in the midst of Mordremoth’s reign of terror.

And the story of the meta is tying in so nicely to the overall thing! You’re literally tunneling into Dragon’s stand, to reach old Papa Mordremoth, and you’re doing it with the help of everyone on the map! The Ogres, the asuras (well they dead, so their robots lol), the Chak (yeah, Chak bois be helping, not rly it’s just the lane lol), and the useless easy line! You’re charging a thingimajig that blasts a hole through the ley-line empowered wall and bam, you’re in DS. (Excuse me it has been a while since I was in TD) And Chak bois are on your ass trying to eat it cuz magic but that’s so the meta is interesting.

And then... My favourite map. Dragon’s stand.

I played this map... probably more than I should’ve, but... the way it is structured is simply so interesting! Three lines, for three leaders, each battling their way through the jungle to get to the Generals, to get to the Mouth of Mordremoth. And along the way, you gain more and more allies, more and more people to help you fight this noodle! You get the ogres, the itzel, the nuhoch, the skritt(!), the exalted, the... THE NIGHTMARE COURT? *cough cough* cut content *cough cough*. Yeah, some don’t get an explanation, but you see everything that you have done, everyone you have helped in the previous map, go help you out in this one? You see them and protect them at the last island (and the whole map is just one giant meta and I LOVE IT (it can be a point of criticism as well, since it’s quite hard to explore if the meta ain’t done and the last few pois are impossible to get if MoM isn’t dead)) and it’s just so epic

Everything you did was leading up to this moment, this last battle, this last stand, the DRAGON’S STAND. And the battle was just... epic. Epic, is all I can say about this map and it’s story. (Shame the Commanders/Generals were cut out, as we have no clue who they were, and knowing something about them would make it a bit more meaningful in fighting them)

To conclude.

HoT is focused as hell. You got a goal: Pop a cap in Mordremoth. And you’re going to do it. You got twice the motivation if you’re a sylvari. Each map is designed to give you the build up of the fight, first you see what Mordremoth can do, then you see what’s at stake, and then you gotta fight for it. The fact the maps are gorgeous (If a little (bit a lot) laggy) only helps the overall feel. Anything and Everything can and will murder your ass, and you gotta be ready for it.

Now onto PoF maps. This segment is going to be shorter, because in all honesty? PoF, I like you, but you’re just... well, you’ll see. Hopefully. This is after all just my opinion lol.

Oh and if you got this far? Kudos lol I ramble a lot. <3

Anyway, PoF maps.

So the opening to PoF is... quite good? It’s a bit out of your control but it does it’s job imo.

You come in on an airship, and you see the land spread before you. You see a pyramind, and you think “Oh hell yeah, pyramids.” I would LOVE to just be able to explore the area, you know, have a chill opening, but PoF is about FIRE and FIGHT so, you fight and try to save the people and it’s very chaotic and everything is on FIRE OH GODS.

So you chase this mysterious person, you get introduced to the raptor village, all goes well or bad, and then you are directed to the city of Amnoon (since we’re still in a story instance), so you go. Amnoon is very pretty, and following the tradition of MMO cities very impractical, but hey, rule of cool. The whole time you’re not rly allowed to explore anywhere or look at anything, you’re focused, sure, but you’re also very distracted, you get me?

You want to look around, you want to explore, but you’ve just been attacked by this Herald woman and you’re tired of politics. The opening of PoF isn’t bad, but it is very different from HoT, as in HoT you first SAW the carnage Mordy did and THEN you went on down to help the remaining survivals, whereas here, in Oasis, you kinda.. live through it? You see it first hand what Balthy is doing, while in HoT you only chased the aftermaths of the massacres. This works differently for everyone, and I personally prefer the HoT approach.

PoF is very open when it comes to the story, as in you are not AS limited to instances as it was with HoT, sometimes it works to its advantage, sometimes.. it doesn’t.

The way PoF maps jerk you around is very confusing to me. You explore Crystal Oasis, then you go to Desert Highlands, then to Elon riverlands, and you gotta go back down through the Oasis to get there, so you are already trudging through the land you already know (and since you have mounts they took full advantage of making the maps bigger, but it makes them feel... emptier? Like I get it, it’s the Desert, but still...) so you get to Elon riverlands, you do your thing there, then you go to Desolation, then to Vabbi. Nice. Okay.

In none of these maps, there is a story meta. None. No impressive whole-map meta where you gotta all cooperate to keep the map stable. Nothing. There is no use in me trying to analyze these maps, for they are just... backdrop to what’s happening. Balthazar this, Balthazar that. Oh no Kralky is awake, and oh look we met Vlast for like 2 seconds and then he immediately ded.

I’ll be honest... I don’t remember much of PoF before chapter 9 The Departing (because that chapter was fire. Lol. get it), which saddens me immensely. I remember most of HoT. Where what happened when it happened how it happened, I know, and if I don’t know immediately, in few minutes my brain serves me the entire instance. I could probably play HoT blindfolded.

This is a very shallow look into why I probably don’t like PoF as much as I like HoT.

To try and conclude my very messy terrible rant essay:

Heart of Thorns used its maps in a way that showed you with gameplay what’s in store for you. It used maps in a way to help you build that anticipation of the fight, of everything you sacrificed along the way. The maps are smartly connected in a way where with each map you delve deeper into the jungle, deeper into the mouth of the beast. Sure, they lag as fuck, but the PoF maps do so too, don’t lie to yourselves. With each map you meet new allies that help you along the way.

In Path of Fire I just... don’t get that feeling. I run from map to map, mindlessly following the green star, hoping I will stumble upon something interesting on the way. In Heart of Thorns it was the opposite. I was walking around the map, breathing in the atmosphere of the place, and stumbling upon the green story star. I feel like the Elona desert did not get such justice as it deserved. I trudge around the maps, I complete the maps to get the reward, then I move onto the story. My interest in the whole thing only started to pick up once I freaking DIED for gods’ sake.

My hopes for the End of Dragons, which is happening in Cantha, is that I get more of that focused map design. That story in gameplay, that map-wide meta that will have me grind my teeth at 10pm on a work/school night. I don’t need Drizzlewood metas (an inferior Dragon’s stand, mind you) that are like 2-3 hours long. A 30 min prelude and 30 min metas are fine. An hour long meta if you have the idea for it, but... give me map stories, Anet.

Feel free to share your own feels about the different feels between the DLCs. I will GLADLY take in PoF preferrers. What did you prefer in PoF? What did you like in it? Give me your opinions, give me your take on everything.

And thank you for reading my overly long rant essay, hah.

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #Path of Fire #Heart of Thorns #guild wars 2 Path of Fire #guild wars 2 Heart of Thorns #If you open the rant #there is a sort of a tl:dr at the bottom #to try and conclude my very messy terrible rant essay it is called #feel free to reblog and comment on #or just ignore lol

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dragons-bones · 4 years

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Carbuncle Shenanigans Ahoy!

Welcome to the blog, here is your friendly neighborhood pinned post for easy reference! This is primarily a blog for Final Fantasy XIV but also includes whatever else your hostess enjoys; an aggressive tagging policy is in effect for both my own cataloging purposes and others’ blacklist needs.

But since you’re likely here for FFXIV and possibly my own characters, without further ado:

The Squad of Light:

Synnove Greywolfe: Ala Mhigan Highlander arcanist, Vice Chair of the Arcanists’ Guild Aetherophysics Department, Breaker of Physics and Mother of Carbuncles (five of ‘em!). Married to SCIENCE! and also in a committed relationship with Ser Aymeric de Borel. FFXIV main and receiver of the lion’s share of attention on this blog.

Rereha Reha: Dunesfolk bard (FFXIV in terms of mechanics, D&D in terms of stereotypes), Ul’dahn socialite by birth and utterly lacking in shame. (��What’s ‘shame?’ Can you eat it?”) An excuse to insert some levity into MSQ via Shenanigans and to lean on the fourth wall. If she’s being serious, start running, because shit's probably gotten real.

Dancing Heron: Hellsguard paladin mercenary, the Actual Adult/Mom Friend of the group, stress knitter, and a woman who deserves a vacation to a sunny beach with lots of free margaritas for putting up with these three lunatics she calls sisters. Generally the reason the Squad (mostly) stays on track with a minimum of collateral damage.

Alakhai Noykin: Xaela rogue (in the Upright Thievery way), Stabber of Kidneys and Other Squishy Bits; Behold the Field in Which She Grows Her Fucks and See That It Is Barren. She’s here to enable Synnove and Rereha’s bullshit and pretend Heron’s ‘I’m Not Mad, I’m Just Disappointed’ face doesn’t work on her. (It totally does.)

Assorted Other Links (for Desktop Users):

The Squad: Proper profiles for the Squad with links to their assorted tags. DT’s Writing: What it says on the tin! DT on Ao3: Where all the writing bits go after a polish! DT’s Screenshots: Self-explanatory! DT’s Witchcraft and Sorcery: Special subset of my screenshot tag for photosets made using posing tools AKA The Forbidden Tools AKA Crime Tools AKA Void Magic AKA Insert Your Favorite Euphemism For Breaking ToS Here. Aymeric x Synnove: Because I’m shipper trash. Will I ever have a fancy ship name for them? Survey says no. Character Art: Commissioned and gift art of the Squad plus other characters.

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bigskydreaming · 5 years

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It actually is really fucking obnoxious when you think about how little regard fandom or canon has for the fact that Robin started out as the Flying Graysons’ legacy, Dick’s way of preserving his memories of his family and his heritage and circus life in a time capsule of sorts, where as long as he was flying as Robin, he was still a Flying Grayson in every way that matters....

So when you think about how little fandom and canon allow that to MATTER, to let Dick be the shepherd of that mantle, the one who decides who gets to be an honorary Flying Grayson and when, lets HIM be the one to use that legacy to invite new siblings into HIS family, regardless of what Bruce is doing....

And at the same time, you notice how little fandom and canon allow Dick to BE Bruce’s son in the way his siblings are Bruce’s children, because he’s too old, or he had more time with his parents or actually loved his parents or whatever the fuck the reason is today, bottom line is Bruce is only ever Dick’s sorta-dad, Dick is kinda his kid but also kinda not....

Like, that’s annoying as fuck.

So does Dick just, not get to REALLY have a real family, ever, because he was unlucky enough that his parents died when he was eight but oh wait, he was too lucky because he actually loved them, so it would be too weird for him to ever again see someone as his parent and love them too, like it doesn’t work like that lol.

Is that really a thing people think, that kids from loving homes who were orphaned at a young age, just never again even WANT the experience or feelings of being loved and cared for by a PARENT, someone they view as their mom or dad, who they know see them as THEIR child, even if they were someone else’s first?

So Dick doesn’t even really get to keep ownership of his own family legacy and memories, he doesn’t get to make a big deal about any of that, reminisce, talk to his siblings about his family, share family stories with them, be their family in THAT sense, the sense that they’re connected via ROBIN as much as their legal ties to Bruce, whatsoever they may be....none of that is ever really relevant in stories, he rarely ever brings up his parents at all....

But at the exact same time, the mere fact of his having had a loving family that he misses (off panel) and mourns (off panel) so much so that he didn’t want Bruce to adopt him until he was an adult, in one issue that came and went without any fanfare whatsoever, like, was there ever even an announcement made, what did the average Gotham citizen think of the fact that Dick Grayson is Bruce Wayne’s ward for years and years, since he was eight, but they happen to google it one day and find out oh, Bruce Wayne who infamously has a party for everything didn’t have a party for this or anything like that but yeah, turns out he definitely finally adopted that kid when he was twenty three....

Idk. Its just another one of those weird catch-22′s where people are like OH DICK’S NOT REALLY BRUCE’S KID LIKE HIS SIBLINGS ARE BECAUSE HE LOVED HIS PARENTS TOO MUCH TO EVER WANT ANOTHER ONE, LOVING PARENTS ARE LIKE HIGHLANDER, THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE, WELL TWO, LOOK YOU GET THE POINT.

But at the same time they’re like lololol yeah he totally loves his parents too much to REALLY see Bruce as a dad, but not enough to like. Ever. Y’know. Talk about them. Or even make a big deal when literally everyone trashes them nonstop to his face, which is what it probably sounds like when people go ‘lol your parents must have been psychic’ and ‘way to live up to the name you keep as a connection to your parents because they definitely meant Dick as in What An Asshole whenever they called you that’ and ‘lol wait that costume is like something you wore in the circus? does that mean your parents actually dressed you like that, they let you be seen in public like that? wtf, how embarrassing.’

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recurring-polynya · 5 years

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I mentioned recently that one of my 2020 New Year’s resolutions was to watch a kdrama, and it is In Progress. We have started watching Goblin aka Guardian: the Lonely and Great God. @gizkasparadise wanted updates, so I decided you’re all going on this journey along with me.

You can watch it for free on Viki Rakuten. We have a Roku, and we were just able to add it as a channel. It has commercials, and I think they are inserted automatically, just like in the middle of a scene or something, so that’s pretty annoying. At least when it comes back, it rewinds about 10 seconds so you can remember where you were. Oh, well, it’s free. There are 16 episodes and 3 specials, which range between an hour and an hour and a half.

Cut for S P O I L E R S

Episode 1

What has happened so far:

Kim Shin is a badass general who kills a million dudes with his sword, it is very cool. He gets home from this terrible battle and the king (who has an evil vizier whispering in his ear) accuses him of being a traitor, even though it’s obvious that he’s very loyal, and the king kills his family in front of him and then has him killed (the king is nice enough to let Kim Shin’s army bestie do it for him). We are presumably going to get more background why this all happened in the future flashbacks, I will be pissed otherwise. The people are really upset and pray a lot, and between that and the fact that Kim Shin killed just… so many people, he comes back as a goblin, a guardian spirit who wrecks assholes. Like the Incredible Hulk, he’s cursed to wander the earth until he meets his bride who will… pull his sword out of the ground? Pull the sword out of him? I was unclear on that part.

Time jump! Shin is wandering around town and he sees the Grim Reaper, Wang Yeo. I guess they are professional acquaintances or something. Shin immediately roasts Yeo’s hat.

A young pregnant woman is hit by a car, and prays for help, and Kim Shin takes time out of his busy pop-drinking schedule to go talk to her. He is moved by the fact that she wants her baby to live, and breaks his usual policy of not messing around with human life and death and saves her. After she gets taken to the hospital, Wang Yeo shows up and there are no souls to take and he’s like “wtf.” This is important later.

The baby grows up and can see ghosts. Her mom dies and Wang Yeo shows up and tries to take her as well, but the old grocery lady her mom was friends with pulls some bureaucracy on him and he leaves, pissed. (This show is hard to recap because so many tiny things happen that are important later!) The girl, whose name is Eun Tak, gets sent to live with relatives.

Time jump again! Eun Tak is now a teen! She doesn’t really have friends at school and ghosts pester her all the time. Her mean relatives are mean to her, so she goes out to eat her birthday cake alone on a jetty in the rain (BIG MOOD). She breaks her usual policy of not making wishes by making a birthday wish for a part-time job, a better life, and a boyfriend and accidentally… summons Kim Shin. He is like “wtf?” She is like “wtf?” She roasts him. He leaves.

I forgot! Kim Shin has this family of servants who take care of his house for him when he goes out to look for his bride. The grandfather of the family is getting too old, and has passed this responsibility to his trash grandson. Kim Shin gets home, and the grandson, Deok Hwa, is like, “oh, I didn’t know you were coming back so soon, I rented your house out” and OH NO, he has rented the house to Wang Yeo. Shit, fam.

Some other stuff happens. Eun Tak figures out that she can summon Kim Shin by blowing out candles. She figures out that he is a Goblin (which he denies) and deducts that she might be a Goblin Bride on the basis that ghosts call her “Goblin Bride” all the time (he denies this, also). He is tired of her and walks out a door and goes to Canada. She follows him. She is so flabbergasted to be in Canada that she decides she is in love with him. END EPISODE 1.

Thoughts:

Kim Shin has huge Christopher Lambert Highlander vibes. I don’t know if it’s his collection of 90’s sweaters (this came out in 2016!), or just his general demeanor. He was super hot back when he was a general, but I am less impressed with him in the present, he’s kind of a dick. His floppy hair is so good, tho.

I love Wang Yeo, the Grim Reaper, so, so much. (Polynya, no one could have predicted this. No one.) I love his terrible hat. Seriously, it’s real bad. I love his horrible bedside manner. I love that he makes tea for dead people. I don’t think you’re supposed to love him. I love him.

I have been having a lot of ghost mom feelings lately (y’know thinking about dying and protecting your children against supernatural forces, these are normal feelings that everyone has, don’t at me), and I loved Ghost Mom. She was really cute and the old grocery lady was unnecessarily mean to her and it sucked that she got hit by a car twice. I assumed that it’s because she was supposed to die that way the first time, and it was just her fate catching up with her, but lady, learn to look both ways, seriously. I am guessing we are not going to see much more of her and I’m sad about that.

It’s like they really wanted Sarah McLachlan to do the soundtrack and she was busy or something. They even went to Canada at the end, I assumed that was why.

The roasts in this show are next level. “A teen drags mystical beings” is my favorite genre of fiction, and this is just ::chef’s kiss::, but the Kim Shin / Wang Yeo roommates sitch is obviously also going to be off the chain. Also, old magical grocery lady was brutal.

Eun Tak is a Perfect Teen. She cannot be reasoned with. She is absolutely feral. I am declaring her my precious daughter. Kim Shin is in so much trouble.

I read a lot of stories about immortal beings, and I wonder, often, if an immortal being would even be interested in a teen. Even without the legal ramifications, the very idea of dating a teen makes me so, so tired. Imagine being 400 years old, and falling in love with someone who constantly tries to explain TikTok to you. I guess maybe the idea is that they are so tired of existence that it’s refreshing to meet someone who doesn’t even know who Paul McCartney is.

Watching this show made me realize that “member of a clan of mortals who support an immortal being over many generations” is the ideal career path for me. I would be so good at setting up fake identities and maintaining different houses and knowing a bunch of lore and wearing cloaks. If you are an immortal being who is unhappy with your current family line of servants, feel free to slide into my DMs. I even have a son already who would also be aces at this. (no vampires, pls)

My darling spouse seemed kind of skeptical about the whole kdrama thing and I was worried I was going to have to watch this by myself, but he just wandered in and moaned, “I’m not sure I want to wait a whole week to watch another episode of Goblin…” so this experiment is going pretty good so far.

#goblin #guardian: the lonely and great god #kdrama #recaps

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volleydorkscentral · 5 years

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ANSWER ALL OF THE QUESTIONS IN THE UNUSUAL ASK GAME, YOU COWARD.

First of all:

Second, questions under the cut:

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? - Spotify! all the way. i hoarse my bf’s account so he can never listen but i don’t care it’s mine now it’s full of my music and my playlists and whenever i’m listening to it and it suddenly changes cause he tries to use it on his phone I call him, “are you using spotify?” “oh. i mean i can listen to something else?” “cool, thanks!” and i get my music back. :D

is your room messy or clean? - it’s somewhere in between. my actual ROOM (bed room, i assume) is pretty clean, except i never make the bed. but the house is .. a work in progress. it’s not dirty but it’s cluttered so my bf and I are having to work together to clear that and build shelves and stuff for more storage space.

what color are your eyes? - dark brown! (with little green flecks when I cry)

do you like your name? why? - Not really? i don’t hate it. My mom wanted to name me Savannah but they had her sign the certificate while she was still drugged from her c-section so it ended up as Crystal?? Idk. She named her dolls Crystal when she was a kid.

what is your relationship status? - dating for almost six years.

how many times a week do you shower? uhhh idk. I don’t shower every day (unless i get gross). AT LEAST four times… but I don’t wash my hair every time cause that’s bad for my hair. I SHOWER WHEN I AM DIRTY.

favorite tv show? does Haikyuu!! count? that’s probably a given. HM. Well, we don’t have cable so I don’t watch a lot of NEW shows? …. OH. Duh. Fuckin me I’m a dumbass. Bob’s Burgers. I literally have it on ALL THE TIME. I don’t like silence so it’s ALWAYS on in the background if i’m not listening to music. I’ve seen every episode a zillion times. I can usually pinpoint every scene and the major lines/jokes.

shoe size? most brands it’s 5 1/2

how tall are you? SHORTER THAN NISHINOYA BUT TALLER THAN YACHI. I’m like… 5ft-5’1 depending on how much my back hurts. (i used that earlier and someone said it was funny and i’m trash so i’ll repeat it here!)

sandals or sneakers? i wear Bobs LOL. (knock off toms) and i’ve got one pair of sneakers and sometimes I wear my ballet flats around even though my bf says they look dumb fuck u they’re comfy.

do you go to the gym? No. I used to, but where I live now it’d be like a 45 min drive. I don’t really LIKE gyms though? working out is boring to me. No matter how hard I try. I’d love to start dancing again for real.

describe your dream date - April 25th because it’s not too cold and not too hot. Okay but jk that’s a lie where I live it’s balls hot in april. Idk. I’d like to go hiking when it’s not very hot? Take my dog, let her run around. Take a picnic. Sit in a grassy field and talk about dumb shit cause we know each other’s dreams and hopes by now.

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment? UHM. fuck like…. $27? i know there’s a twenty and a handful of ones. And a handful of change.

what color socks are you wearing? - NONE. MY FEET ARE COLD. FOREVER COLD.

how many pillows do you sleep with? - pft like 6.

do you have a job? what do you do? - No; I quit after being over worked, under appreciated, cheated out of my paychecks a few times, and no job still due to lingering health issues.

how many friends do you have? answered this already!

whats the worst thing you have ever done? - UHM. Idk i haven’t murdered anyone. I don’t like this question cause if i really try to answer it i’ll spiral into a frustrated, furious depression and self-hatred so… NOPE.

whats your favorite candle scent? i’ve got this candle i got from etsy that’s like… Scottish Highlands? It’s grassy and kinda MAGICY.

3 favorite boy names - i don’t really have favorite names?

3 favorite girl names - answered already

favorite actor? god idk. i’m so bad with names and celebrities. uhm. I really like don’t have a favorite. I LIKE a bunch. Benedict Cumberbatch; Freddie Highmore… uhm. uh. Hugh Laurie?

favorite actress? IDK OKAY?? I LIKE a bunch but i don’t favorite?? I really like Gwendoline Christie. Uhm. Anne Hathaway makes me laugh. MAGGIE SMITH. how could i forget!??!

who is your celebrity crush? I LEGIT don’t have one.

favorite movie? CLUE takes the top spot most days.

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? I used to read a lot more. The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt

money or brains? personality, bitch.

do you have a nickname? what is it? not *really* but people online used to call me Chrys. My bf calls me ‘sweetie’ sometimes but he also calls the dog that so… ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

how many times have you been to the hospital? - uhm. like the er? Once when I broke my arm. Doc in the box? Not since 2017.

top 10 favorite songs - PFT. Uhm. Jesus just let me die a little. Excluding all Disney; Not in any order:

No One - Biometrix

Danser - Lisandro Cuxi

A Single Moment of Sincerity (E) - Asking Alexandria (the band I was listening to when I designed my rockstar MC that I love so much)

The Annabel Trilogy (a series of 3 albums) - Alesana. Can’t pick a single song because they’re all a part of a huge story. Listen to them.

Chucky vs. The Giant Tortoise - Dance Gavin Dance

Anticoagulant - Sianvar

Ohioisonfire - Of Mice & Men

Coincidance - Handsome Dancer (Watch the Video for the love of god. THANKS ASH FOR THIS GEM)

Devil’s Backbone - The Civil Wars

Still Here - Digital Daggers (i’ve been listening it to a lot for inspiration for a new AU so… yup. That’s gonna be fun and painful)

do you take any medications daily? - yup

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc) - i got dry ass skin it sucks

what is your biggest fear? - uhm… physical fear? idk. Heights is a big one that I developed? I used to not care but a while ago I was walking on a bridge and I just… looked over and got FUCKING DIZZZY with nausea and fear that I was gonna fall and almost fainted.

how many kids do you want? - HONESTLY… one or two.

whats your go to hair style? - tried to brush but gave up so just threw it in a claw clip

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) - moderate? one story, four bedrooms. big ass yard though for the dog

who is your role model? - I don’t really have one.

what was the last compliment you received? - answered already

what was the last text you sent? - actual TEXT message? ‘as long as there’s someone with her overnight she’ll be okay during the day cause of the dog door and stuff. just play with her before you go to work and maybe hide some treats around the house for her to hunt for’ - texting my friend that’s gonna house sit while we go on a family vacation soon.

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real? - UH idk the age? i know I saw my mom writing scavenger cards though. My fam has never had a lot of money so to make Christmas more interesting my mom/grandparents (we lived with them till I was in 3rd grade) would make these elaborate scavenger hunts for me and my cousins to do to find our presents around the house or out in the barn or, on one memorable occasion, at the bottom of our pool! Good memories.

what is your dream car? - one that RUNS and has badass AC and speakers

opinion on smoking? - hate it. please don’t do it around me. my bf’s family alllllll smoke all the time and i get so sick when i have to go on vacation with them and be around it for a long time.

do you go to college? - i DID. I went to Culinary school and majored in Baking & Pastry

what is your dream job? - Author or Dog Trainer

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? - rural as all hell. give me trees, cows, and horses.

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? Not usually? but usually the people i’m with do.

do you have freckles? Not on my face (except one) but i’ve got more like… on my arms and just randomly all over but i dont think ‘freckles’ would be what anyone thinks of when they think of me

do you smile for pictures? - only if i’m forced to be in them

how many pictures do you have on your phone? - HAHAHAHAHAHA. Well. Before I got my new phone it was over 10k. Now though its only about 2k.

have you ever peed in the woods? - Only when I was camping.

do you still watch cartoons? - ALL THE GODDAMN TIME

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds? - neither. but i HATE WENDYS and can tolerate McD’s fries and they’ve got ballin’ sweet tea so I guess McD.

Favorite dipping sauce? this honey dijon creamy thing at my favorite French restaurant but idk what is is.

what do you wear to bed? - t-shirt

have you ever won a spelling bee? - YUP. 2nd grade.

what are your hobbies? - writing, crocheting, photography, reading, uh… i forget what else

can you draw? when i was doing it all the time i did ok? but i’m WAY TOO IMPATIENT now a days to do it.

do you play an instrument? - no but i wish i did :(

what was the last concert you saw? - i’ve never been to a concert. crowds are icky

tea or coffee? - tea!

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts? - already answered this

do you want to get married? - Yes pls

what is your crush’s first and last initial? - (bf, but I suppose i still have a crush on him? is love considered a crush?) J. Y.

are you going to change your last name when you get married? god yes. my current last name is my shitbag of a sperm doner and i hate it. my mom kept it after they divorced only cause she thought her maiden name would be too hard for me to spell but i would give anything to have that name instead

what color looks best on you? - idk. i prefer black but i’ve been told green and certain shades of pink/yellow.

do you miss anyone right now? - not until i thought about it, thanks

do you sleep with your door open or closed? open so my pupper can go in and out

do you believe in ghosts? not until i’m faced with darkness and creepy things

what is your biggest pet peeve? people chewing their food loud. people not picking up after themselves. people interrupting me (but not in the excited, OMG way. that we can work though) but in the ‘i don’t care what you’re saying i’m going to talk now’ way

last person you called` - my bf to discuss plans for his brother’s bday

favorite ice cream flavor? cookies n’ cream!

regular oreos or golden oreos? DOUBLE STUFF OF EITHER

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? FUCK SPRINKLES

what shirt are you wearing? a shirt that has my dog’s face on it :D

what is your phone background? - the art that Ash drew of Bokuto from my fic Just a Taste!!

are you outgoing or shy? - i hate talking to strangers but with my friends i’m pretty fucking loud and chatty

do you like it when people play with your hair? only people i know

do you like your neighbors? nope. he’s an asshole who neglected his dog and i wanna skin him alive

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning? i do my best to remember to do it at night but i always do it when i shower

have you ever been high? yup.

have you ever been drunk? yup

last thing you ate? BIRTHDAY CAKE

favorite lyrics right now - idk? i guess the first lyrics that came to mind, even though they’re not my favorite, just ones that i like and were stuck in my head for a while: “All of the handsome fiction / will melt away / and when the flame burns brighter / Evaporate” Evaporate - Dance Gavin Dance

summer or winter? WINTER FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. IT’S SO FUCKING HOT IN SUMMER I DIE EVERY DAY

day or night? both have their merits

dark, milk, or white chocolate? - all chocolate but i prefer white to just EAT.

favorite month? uhm. uhh. November maybe? for NaNoWriMo.

what is your zodiac sign - pftt.. i think i used to be a Gemini? i don’t believe in all that stuff

who was the last person you cried in front of? - ….. my dog? but probably my mom and Grandmother when my GM basically said my bf didn’t love me and was a shit human being and i was a shit granddaughter for loving him. i was both upset and furious and i walked away from them. (my mom called and apologized, but i haven’t spoken to my GM since)

THERE ASH ARE YOU GODDAMN HAPPY. that took so long LOL (I hope the formatting came through I had to redo it on this tumblr page UGH)

#ask game

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catsfishbottlesandmen · 6 years

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Rules; answer the questions and then tag blogs you’d like to know better !

I was tagged by @catfish-and-the-koenig Thank you so much, you genuine angel??

Name: Mallory :)

Star sign: Scorpio

Height: 5’11

Last movie I saw: The Favourite (which was amazing, everyone everywhere should see it asap)

Favourite musician: Its gotta be my favorite trash boi, Van McCann

Song stucked in my head: Sweet Talk by the Killers

Other blogs: @sweet-sentimentalist

Do I get asks: Literally never *cries*, it’s fine *cries harder*

Blogs I’m following: 364, I don’t know how that happened, but here we are

What I’m wearing: A green and black flannel with mom jeans

Dream job: Museum curator

Dream trip: I would LOVE to go to the Scottish highlands and just chill there by myself for a month or two.

Play any instruments: Yep, stand up and electric bass.

Languages : English only :( but I’m currently taking a semi-useless Spanish class !

Favourite food: Kiwi fruit

Favourite songs: Outside by Catfish and the Bottlemen, Pale Blue Eyes by the Velvet Underground, Chances, by The Strokes, Happiness is a Warm Gun by The Beatles, Andy You’re a Star by The Killers.

Random fact: One time I went to Music Midtown when The Killers were headlining and I got the flu and threw up on someone during Mr. Brightside because I couldn’t miss the song :/

i’m tagging @swappednames and @vanfuckingmccann and @fancyvoidland and @ifluctuateaboutyou and @you-will-be-found !!!

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alyjojo · 3 years

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20 memories & isms I love about you.

1. He sent me flowers at work. Twice 🥰

2. He left work to help me fix my tire, outside my ex’s house. Never drove on a highway before that day. (no I shouldn’t have dated the guy, but that particular Gemini is the asc degree of our composite chart, he’s the reason we ever met at all, and hubby is the reason we broke up so...lesson learned)

3. He made me eat his mom’s food. Not only that but excitedly. He’d be like “mom is making hot spaghetti and you’re gonna come over and have some”...I’d say no thx 20 times but he wasn’t hearing it. Hot spaghetti day. I felt weird having someone’s mom cook for me. She probably felt weird too tbh, but he was so over the top happy about mom, food, and me, that it didn’t seem to matter and worked out fine 😆

4. He’s so forward, and bold as hell. I’m irritatingly shy and very guarded. Literally the only way he got me was because he’d act before I could really even think about it or think myself out of it. Winners mind.

5. He moved me into his moms house. I was not ok. Not not not. My pride is...well it exists, and burns like fire whenever help is given. I will never ask in all my life and idc, feels better that way. Will gladly die first. My rotors were broken though (I could write a book just about car problems fr), I needed two and it was gonna take awhile. I’d be in the city and he’d be way out there. He’s like nah. You stay. He insisted...and I stayed. Staying was not a me thing, he changed that.

6. He gave me a baby. After all of the years I didn’t have periods, needed pills to have a normal body, all of the times I talked myself out of that sort of life altogether because I clearly didn’t have the guy (ex was not a kid guy) or the working body parts to even do that, must not be for me. First time in our new apartment, boom baby.

7. First time in our slightly bigger and nicer apartment, boom baby 2. We started actually using protection after she was born. Clearly we can.

8. He worked stupidly long hours and put up with so many people that just had no fn clue, it put a strain on everything, most of all him. When he got the offer for Indy, I pushed it. And pushed it. And pushed. May as well have pushed him right out the door, we were going, because those people suck and you’ll never get the chance to be seen while you’re doing that glorified delivery guy’s job for him. We’re going. So, we did, and he got me out of this damn state. At least once.

9. He loved getting lost with me, and it was my favorite thing. Indiana is a beautiful state and I encourage anyone to get lost there, on purpose.

10. I forgot work. He caused some serious change. Everyone else lost their job, including hubby’s favorite person ever, Jonathan. Today he’s the sole survivor of a mom and pop shop, and I’m so unbelievably proud of him. The best part though, is two of the guys from work used to come see me at my new work all the time, with all their bar bitches 😆 They were my favorite people, I was always so excited to see them. Hubby tried to get them back on, and did for one of them. And when the bigger boss needed a new smaller boss bc hubby was leaving the state, hubby fought like hell for Jonathan. Like Highlander, there can only be one *sksksksksksk* They looked at a couple and hubs was like no only Jon knows the ways of the force. They hired him back, Jon has sent him some of the sweetest thank you messages...it changed his life, and hubs still loves him very much. It’s adorable.

11. Screamy baby Shmoo, she was a screamy baby, and so very beautiful. Baby Bam was like a dream, she was the perfect baby in every way. My screamy baby Shmoo was also a perfect baby, with a pitch that could break glass and sometimes she just wanted to practice for hours. Usually I got her to bed with mama snuggles & milk, singing Alison Krauss and rocking. Sometimes though, on the roughest nights, it’d be over an hour before I’d open the door with screamy baby still in a fit, and he’d take her. He’s so warm and calm, he’d win every single time, and I’d be like...zzzzz tysm ily tyty zzzz....

12. His jokes. He’s not funny (yes he is don’t tell him). He thinks he’s funny. He jokes all day every day about everything always. The girls know when dad says something to be skeptical bc he said they gotta go outside and till the land with tiny shovels, and when I roll my eyes they know he’s full of it. What’s funnier, his mom was the kind of person that took things literally always. Every time him and his goofy dad were being sarcastic, I’d have to tell her that because they’d have her believing crazy stuff. My kids share a lot of her isms, that’s one. My son absolutely does not joke, he is quite literal (so far), and I always have to scold hubby or tell lil guy nooooo he’s kidding. I don’t talk about his silliness nearly enough and I should, that’s him ❤️

13. His relationship with his mom. His mom was always on the...I wouldn’t say weaker side, but older, regular pain, on disability. He was her BABY. Her eyes lit up like Christmas when he entered the room. She loves him so so much. His sister... You know the kind, or...just imagine, probably close. He hated it. He got his job pretty young and just kept it. Always had money, always offered to help his mom, always was like IM FINE MOM. She just wanted to do for him, and he’s always been the kind of guy that wants to do for himself. And she was so funny, she’d slip $20 into the diaper bag and tell me “don’t tell him”, putting it on me. So we’d get in the car. And I’d be like there’s $20 in the diaper bag, knowing he’s gonna be pissed if he finds it (she needs it). And he’d get it, run into the house, set it on her table, and run out the door while she ran after him hollering protests 😆 Lots of other stories too. I miss her so much, I can’t even imagine how much he must.

14. His relationship with his sister, and other whirlwind people. He’s like a rock. I’ve spent lots of time with his sister, but not at once. The one day I did, I came home and my brain was so full of her bazillion ideas and impulsive let’s do this and just one thing, opposite thing, different subject, back to the subject, hey let’s do this, omg I have an idea. I love her to death but I had to sit and just...dump my brain. Ask myself for my own input bc I’d lost wtf...what were we doing again?!? Him though? Doesn’t miss a beat. No...no...no...I’ll think about it...no...no..change subject. No issue saying no. Back then I was like thank god, girl would have me on a cruise to Aruba tomorrow with costume jewelry and black face before I could even think to protest. Not him.

15. Making up. The difference between Taurus moon and Sag moon is that Taurus moon stays mad for the rest of their lives (hello...) and Sag moon wakes up in the morning like nothing happened in the history of ever. This was something that irritated me THE MOST. Don’t make me laugh, I’m pissed at you. Over the years, it became the only way we’d talk at all sometimes. Is certainly the only reason we made up, countless times. He never stopped trying to make me smile, even if I wanted nothing to do with it.

16. Acts of Service. Is not mine, which is either words time or touch and I really can’t decide which. All. He speaks a whole other language. He will let me nap, or take the kids somewhere, he will spontaneously clean or go grocery shopping, walk the dog, mow the lawn, hang out at the birthday party. It didn’t start right away, more and more as he learned my isms. He’ll make me coffee as I’m coming down the stairs. I rarely have to ever ask for any practical thing. He knows my orders for anything, recently there’s been twice that he literally read my mind before I spoke. I try to do the same for him as much as I can, because I know that’s his language and I really appreciate him.

17. Bedroom games. The man knows my body like a map, no, an Excel spreadsheet 😭, and how to get every reaction he’s looking for. He is the only man to ever satisfy my insatiable ass. He made me a whole new person in that regard. He says the same about me. Never an issue there. It’s this far down the list cuz it’s not the most important, but it’s pretty important too so there that is.

18. We share the same goals. We judge the same way, like why did they wrap this like that it looks sketchy. We parent the same. We decide the same. We critically think and weigh ideas the same. We walk the same line in the same direction. If anything he’s too negative sometimes, but that’s his own personal thing. Can’t be full of Capricorn and not lean more toward pessimism (not “realism”) sometimes I think. If it’s worth it, I’ll try to coax him to middle ground. Sometimes it’s a battle, but only if I’m really sure. Usually, he’s right, so I just let him lead.

19. When I was pregnant with my son. Initially. It was hell. His car was trashed, mine was broken and thousands of dollars to fix (this particular car in this particular year has this and what a coincidence it was particularly my problem...cars, I’m telling ya). I was two feet out the door with his shit, but his sister’s issues led to my heart. Because her kids. I love them very much, of course they can stay here and not with some strange person hell no. I cannot describe how angry I was at him. HE strapped backpacks onto his back and walked to the nearest store. Hauled so much crap in a huge backpack and just his arms. Over the course of two months. He quit drinking. He went above and beyond to do get offer or provide anything I could even imagine. More romantic then I think I’d ever seen him before. At least...it had been some time anyway. Of course...he was lying to me. The whole time. To what extent idk. Regarding the work shit, idk. Thus the question and the dream and the crazy and the...crazy 😞 Wanted to piss me off boy he got that tenfold. His actions during this time period are 💯 why I stayed. He was clearly trying like hell to prove to me he could try, and it’s more than anyone I’ve ever known has even bothered to “bother” with. I was impressed, and proud. Respect counts for a lot more than love sometimes, and at the time I respected him.

20. He’s an amazing father. There are so many stories I couldn’t possibly write them all. Our son though, he chose daddy, right from the start. Nothing like our daughters, nor any kid I’d known. He’d scream, FOR his dad. He’d only sleep on his shoulder. Hubby held this baby for hours on end. If he didn’t baby would demand it, but it was very natural to them both. Baby wanted a bottle, and hubby to give it to him. It blew my mind. Hubby got his little teammate and together they’ve changed my life and perspective in ways I couldn’t have ever imagined.

I’ve spent so long sporadically venting on here that I don’t think I’ve ever posted the sweet things. So many great memories and daily...everything...are missing, so many years and little moments. That would take forever. Its always been my frustrations, which was the purpose. This is my heart. No matter what happens, all of these things will always be true.

#I love him with all my heart

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It’s Strange - Chapter 9

Previous Chapters: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight

It is now mid April, Stan and Ben had asked Mike Hanlon if they could go over to his house during the weekend to study, since Stan’s house was being renovated, and Ben didn’t want to be at his own since his aunt Jean and cousin Kevin were there.

The three of them sat there in Mike’s bedroom in silence for a few moments, going over the science and social studies readings, they had two tests coming up next week.

“How come you guys didn’t ask the others to come over?” Mike asked

“Bill, Eddie, and Richie are in one group together, and Beverly and Ella are at Bev’s studying together.” Stan replied.

Mike peered out his bedroom window, looking at nothing. Being home schooled, he had already done his science and social studies test, but he was glad to have Stan and Ben around for company.

“We’re glad to be here, thanks for letting us come over.” says Ben, “Stan’s house is probably full of drilling machines, and I don’t want to study at mine, mom’s not home, and my stupid cousin will probably bug us, and so might my aunt Jean, you know what they’re like. Me and my mom are hoping to find a house real soon though.”

“It’s now after 3,” says Stan, “After we finish our studying do you guys want to catch a movie or something later, three of us?”

Ben and Mike agree, and the three of them decide they were going to see Highlander, the other losers wouldn’t be too interested in seeing it, and besides, the three of them were very productive today, and they knew it.

Moments of silence would ring in when Stan and Ben were looking over notes and flashcards, Mike often glancing out the window, and sometimes at them.

He glanced out the window, it was a sunny, Saturday afternoon, a breeze blowing through the spring grass outside. Him and his grandfather’s lawn needed to be mowed, which he had kept putting off this week.

Behind the house, there are other suburban houses behind his house, and he glanced over at their backyards.

Mike inched closer to the window, getting a better look. He looked to his right, and saw something strange.

There was a man in one of the next neighbourhood’s driveways, facing his direction from the other side of the fence.

He couldn’t tell if he lived there, was lost, or where he was looking, since Mike couldn’t be seen unless he exposed a hand out the window, but he for sure wasn’t going to, as the man appeared to be very odd and gave off a creepy vibe. He couldn’t see his face, either.

“Hello, Mike.” said a voice, “I see you.”

Mike thought his mind was playing tricks on him, and shook his head, thinking it was his imagination

“You know Mike, just because I’m not in front of your backyard, does not mean I can’t see you from the right-hand side.”

Mike was now scared, the voice sounded so close. He glanced over at Stan and Ben, and they were still studying, they appeared to not have heard what Mike did.

“Guys?? Did you hear that??” Mike asked, startled

“Hear what?” Ben asked, confused

“What’s wrong, Mike?” said Stan

Mike kept glancing out, and the two of them had gotten up to see what he was looking at

“No!” Mike exclaimed, and he noticed their expressions had changed as soon as they glanced out that window

“What the hell is that thing?” Stan stammered

“Holy shit I saw that guy before!” said Ben

Mike glanced back out the window, and he jumped.

The man appeared to have made his way over the fence, he was now standing as still as a statue in the backyard

“What the hell??” Mike panicked, “How the hell did he get over the fence that quick?!”

The three of them stood there frozen, a strange man with a suit and something over his head was in their backyard, looking into the window.

They knew they had to warn Mike’s grandfather, so the three of them had ran downstairs, waking him up from his afternoon nap on the couch.

“What in the hell is going on?” he asked

“Pops, there’s someone outside in the backyard!” Mike explained

“Come look!” said Ben

He glanced out the window, and nothing was there.

“He was there!” said Stan

His grandfather looked at the three of them.

“Is trashboy Tozier playing a trick on you fellas?” Mike’s grandfather asked, :I swear he’s going to be a garbage man when he’s older.”

“No, he’s with Bill and them -”

But, his grandfather ignored Stanley’s words, and made his way outside. They knew it wasn’t Richie, though he was a mischievous boy, they had never seen him stoop that low before. They knew Richie all too well, and this was not like him at all.

“It’s trash mouth.” Mike muttered under his breath

“TOZIER! I know you’re out here!” his grandfather could be heard yelling, “Think you can mess with us, boy? I will call your mother and father, I’m not joking you! Why don’t whoever is hiding stop being a coward and show yourselves!!”

After minutes of them sitting on the couch in petrified silence, Mike’s grandfather comes back inside.

“Sorry boys, nothing out there.”

The three of them were now just plain confused, and decided to head upstairs and do a bit more studying before they saw the movie, and to get their mind off of what they had seen.

When the time came, it was after five, and they headed out the door.

“No so fast, boys.” said his grandfather, “Mike, out of all your friends, Stan and Ben here seem to be the best role models for you. Now make sure you boys don’t get into trouble, you hear me?”

“Yes, pops.”

It is now Thursday, the first of May.

Steve, Johnathan, Nancy, and Emma all sit in the cafeteria together, eating their lunch, discussing weekends plans as normal, as well as their plans for college.

“Has anyone decided where they’re going yet?” Steve asks

“I still plan on going to NYU, if I get accepted.” says Johnathan

“What about you, Ema?” Steve looked over her way

“I think I’m just going to go to University of Maine.” Emma responded

Steve grinned, and his face lightened up, “Oh nice, me too!”

Emma sighed, “Right, then.”

“You know,” said Steve, “For a Brit, you only sound a tad bit British.”

“And your point is?” Emma said smuggly

“My point is -”

“Hi there.” said a voice from behind, making Steve jump

“Hi?” Nancy asked, confused.

Steve and Ems turned around, to see four girls staring at the four of them, the leader who spoke had a creepy looking grin across their face, almost as if it was forced.

“Have we met before?” Nancy asked

“Oh yes, we have.” said the leader of that pack, through gritted teeth

The leader seemed to be holding something back, whether it was stress, or was unstable on the inside.

Johnathan took a second glance, and remembered them from about two or three months ago.

He looked over and could tell Steve and Emma knew, and so did Nancy by the look on their faces.

But they tried to play it cool, and act as if they saw nothing from behind the trail that day. They were already 99.8% sure they weren’t actual females.

“You guys have very nice hair..” said the taller girl of the four, running her hands through both Nancy’s and Emma’s hair

This made the two of them uncomfortable, something about her immediate affection and look on her face didn’t feel quite right.

“Oh Catherine, you make me chuckle!” said the leader, “Seriously, get the fuck behind me, will ya?”

There was a long pause

“We’ll introduce ourselves, in case you had forgotten us,” said the leader, “My name is Hillary Bordeaux, and these are my friends; Catherine Hockstetter, Bethany Hughes, and Victoria Critch. We’re from Texas.”

“You don’t sound like a Texan to me.” Steve mumbled

“Excuse me?” “Hillary” asked, “Oh yeah, do you any of you know where Billy Hargrove is?”

“Don’t know, don’t care, do you even go to this school?” Steve snips

Nancy, Johnathan, and Emma each gave him a look that said “Stop talking.”

“Hillary” and the rest of her gang looked at the four of them with far away, cold stares.

“No, no we don’t.” “Hillary” responded blankly, “We live an hour an a half outside of town. Just visiting. Thanks for the help though.”

With that, “her” and the rest of them walk out of cafeteria, slowly and slyly.

As soon as they were out of plain sight, Johnathan said “Jeez, they give me the creeps.”

“Yeah, I know.” said Nancy

“Tell me about it.” said Emma

“Is it just me or does that tall girl look like John Travolta wearing a wig?” said Steve, “She is so ugly.”

They all remember who those group of girls were, and were curious about going behind that trail behind Hawkins High.

Johnathan was the most tempted of them all to go back to that exact spot they found the clothes a few months ago. The rest of them were reluctant at first, but decided to go with it since Johnathan kept insisting they do so.

It was still school hours, and a few kids were also roaming the path, so they didn’t feel that uncomfortable.

They searched the entire area of the path, but didn’t find anything. But they all felt like they were being watched; every little loud such as talking from a distance, birds chirping, or even a twig snapping made them flinch.

“Oh. My god.” Nancy gasped

“What? What is it?!” asked Johnathan, patting her shoulder.

Steve and Emma also looked to see what she was looking at, and underneath a bush, were clothes. The exact same clothes that strange “Hillary” girl and her gang were wearing, along with two black wigs, one blonde wig, and one dirty blonde wig.

“Holy shit.” Ems shuddered

“I fucking knew it.” said Johnathan

“Guys. We need to bring this to the police, something just doesn’t feel right. Fuck it! Everyone grab something! Emma, use your powers if you have to!!” Steve said frantically

No one even bothered to question or argue with him, they needed to find out who was doing this and why those “girls” were acting suspicious, but they all knew for a fact they were disguising themselves, and it wasn’t the real them.

May 17th, 1986

The strange and losers clubs have gotten together again for the first time in a long time, as they had been planning to do so for the past few weeks.

All they ever really did when they hung out was hang outside this field behind the forest in Hawkins, or at The Quarry in Derry.

It was a cloudy, overcast afternoon, and the 14 of them head over to the vacant field in Hawkins, off an empty dirt road.

“Y-Y-You know, w-w-we n-need to c-c-c-collaborate both g-g-groups m-m-m-more o-often, even i-i-if n-not everyone c-can m-m-m-make it.” says Bill

“We already do sometimes, but I totally agree with you, man.” says Lucas

“Well, it depends on who in some cases.” Mike (Wheeler) looks over at Richie

“Aw suck it up will you? Me and Eds are seeing Cobra with Dusty next weekend, and you can’t fucking stop us.” says Richie

“N-N-Now R-R-Richie.” says Bill sternly

“Thank you.” says Mike (Wheeler), while he rolls his eyes

“Guys, let’s just stop arguing and play a game of some sort.” Beverly laughs

“What kind of game?” Dustin asks

“How about dodgeball?” Ben suggests

They all agree, and with fourteen of them in total, decide to split up in groups of seven, each team going on the opposite side of the field.

Beverly, Max, Ella, and Eleven all obviously want to be on the same team.

“Don’t smoke on the field.” Eleven mutters to Beverly.

“Yeah, sure. No problem.” Beverly says, confused

“How is Eleven?” Max asks Ella, quietly, “She’s only ever really comfortable around you.”

“She’s good, I guess El is just more introverted than two of us.” Ella responds, “Just give it some time.”

The other 10 boys were still discussing who they wanted to partner with, if they were to split up.

“Three more to go over with them.” says Mike (Wheeler)

“Ew, girls.” Richie laughs

The other boys were reluctant, most of them of course.

Ben and Mike (Hanlon) stepped forward, both approaching their way with confidence

“We’ll go over with them.” said Mike

Then Will motions his way over to the now six of them, “Me too.”

On the other side of the field, the seven of them face Mike (Wheeler), Bill, Richie, Eddie, Stan, Dustin, and Lucas.

“Remember; there are no rules in dodgeball, except if you get hit, you’re out!” says Dustin, “And don’t cross the line, of course.”

With that, they all flick the balls, Will and Dustin immediately getting out.

“Aw, come on!” says Dustin

He turns his attention to Will as they went to sit down on the side.

“You okay, Will?”

“Yeah, I just don’t feel like playing.” says Will

“We’ll only play one more after this, can you at least do that?” he asks

Will is reluctant, but nods, and they continue to watch the rest, occasionally glancing into the woods on the side.

Over the next few minutes, Beverly and Lucas were the next ones to get out, making their way over to where Dustin and Will were sitting, and Ben joins shortly after he gets hit

“Holy fuck, Mike, you’re fast!” Eddie calls out as the others continue to miss him

“I was born that way.” Mike (Hanlon) smirks

Ella gets struck in the head with a dodgeball, followed by Richie calling out “KASPBRAK, you’re out!!”

“It’s a head shot you dingus!” says Ella

“Yeah, another rule of dodgeball!” Max said

“Nah, she’s out.” Eddie smirks

“Nope, she’s still in.” says Mike (Wheeler), taking Ella and Max’s side.

“Idiots.” she says under her breath while rolling her eyes, then she feels a hard hit across her back.

“Nice one, Stan!” says Richie

Stan smirks, while saying “It is dodgeball yknow.”

“That’s what you get for calling us idiots, El.” says Eddie

“HA HA!” Richie shouts obnoxiously

For the next five or so minutes, Max and Mike (Hanlon) on one side seem to be the only ones left in the game, as well as Bill, Richie, and Stan.

Eventually, Mike (Hanlon) and Max win the game, and the two groups decide to play another game.

“We just got creamed by a team of girls!” says Dustin

“Ahem, you mean...” Mike (Hanlon) mutters

“Whatever, we’re totally going to knock your team down this time.” Lucas smirks

Right in the middle of the game, with almost the same people still standing, Dustin, Ben, and Lucas fool around looking for twigs in the woods behind where they were all sitting down.

“The heck is this?” Dustin says

“The heck is what?” Lucas asks

“Looks like a wig.” said Ben

“It is a wig!! Hello everyone call me Dustina!” Dustin says in a weird voice

“Hey that’s my job!” Richie calls out, then walks over, not even caring about the game, then him and Dustin take turns with the wig, doing weird voices, accents and impressions, even one of Mrs. K

“Guys...no.” Eleven says while walking over fast

“What’s wrong, El?” Mike (Wheeler) follows her

Her nose begins to bleed out of the blue, for whatever reason.

Mike (Wheeler) grabbed a few tissues from his pockets and gave them to Eleven, wondering why she was bleeding like that

The other half of them look over to what they were looking at, and look over for themselves

“G-G-Guys...w-w-what are t-t-these?” Bill asks

“Oh my god. I think they’re clothes.” Stan stammers

“We sh-sh-should get out of h-h-here.”

“Yes. We should.” said Eleven, and Will nodded slowly, with a strange expression on his face

Then, out of nowhere, sirens pulled up to the field the 14 of them were all standing in, frightening them, they were all afraid to move.

They were all scared the two police cars were going to get them in trouble for trespassing, even though there was no sign around prohibiting that.

One car had two officers that stepped outside their vehicle, then the second had one in it. Chief Hopper.

Hopper and the other police officers walked over to the group of 14.

“Dad?” said Eleven

“Hello everyone.” said Hopper, “We would like to let you guys know that it’s getting fairly late. Not only that, but there was a robbery at the antique store a few blocks away. Four suspects involved.”

“Did any of you see anything?” asked an officer

Will nodded

“What?” Max whispered

“Yes.” said Will, “I saw a few people walk in the trail behind the woods...I didn’t see their faces. Only shadows.”

Everyone in the two groups looked at him with confused expressions on their faces, neither of them had seen or heard anything. Unless they were all distracted on the game of dodgeball they had been playing.

“I found something.” said Dustin, then directed the two officers to the clothes they found

“Did anyone see anything else?” Hopper asked them

“One of them was wearing a clown suit.” Will smirked nervously

“Fuck.” said Richie, he always had a fear of clowns.

Everyone was weirded out by Will’s odd behaviour, even Eleven didn’t know what was going on, but knew something wasn’t right, especially what had just happened to her. The incoming nose bleed.

Jim Hopper had told everyone to play somewhere else, preferably a public park on where everyone could see them

Though everyone felt slightly uneasy, and weren’t sure what to do or where to go next. So they began discussing it amongst themselves

“Ella, we need to go home.” Eddie muttered, grabbing her wrist

“What the hell, let go.” said Ella

“I’m older than you. I know what’s best.” Eddie said, now standing 5′5″ next to 5′3″ Ella, he was now only two inches shorter than Richie.

“Actually,” said Beverly, “Let’s just see what the group thinks, okay Eddie?”

Eddie sighs, and gives in.

“Okay, g-g-g-guys, h-h-how ab-b-bout w-we -”

“How about we do something else, preferably indoors?” Mike (Wheeler) finishes, “Anyone have any ideas?”

“We could go to the arcade.” Max suggests

“Yeah, I agree.” said Stan

Then, the entire group agrees, and make their way over to the arcade where they spend the next 2-3 hours.

June rolls by, ever so quickly. Another school year almost over.

It was now the beginning, almost middle of June, and Steve, Nancy, Johnathan, and Emma only had a few more exams left. High school finished their exams a week before junior high did. Which meant in high school you would start studying as early as mid to late May, then not have to show up until the last day of school, which would be roughly around June 20th-26th.

The four of them had just walked out of their second last exam, math. Their final one would be English.

“So, guys, even if none of us get accepted in the colleges we want, there’s always a next time, besides, there are other options closer to town.” said Nancy

“Yeah. I guess so.” Johnathan responds, “Though I really wanted to go to NYU ever since I was a kid.”

“I’d rather stay here. Maine is nice. I especially want to be with my sister Eleven for another while.” said Ems

Johnathan looked up at her, then back down. Just thinking.

“Me too.” Steve responded, “I also plan on going to University of Maine, we’ll more than likely catch up, yeah?”

“Mhm.” she mumbled, not really paying much attention to what he said.

Nancy and Johnathan give him that usual look; that look whenever Steve used a flirtatious or smug tone when speaking to her. The look across their faces that said “Really Steve? She only sees you as a friend.”

About a week later, the losers and party had more exams, it was junior high after all.

Well, everyone except for Mike (Hanlon) and Eleven, who were homeschooled. They did their testing the same week as the high schools in Derry-Hawkins.

Over the next few weeks, each of them formed different study groups and got together a few times, with the help of Steve and Johnathan, who had offered to help the kids in their different groups during the week.

In one group, there would be Bill, Stan, Lucas, and Dustin. In another, there were Mike (Wheeler), Richie, Eddie, and Will. And the last; Beverly, Ella, and Max, and Ben.

And then most times, would take the time to look over the work themselves.

On June 19th, 1986, the afternoon before their last exam, Steve sat in the Wheeler-Tozier residence, in their dining room with Mike, Richie, Eddie, and Will across from him.

They didn’t goof around this time. As a matter of fact, they were more quiet than normal, with their heads into the books.

“Okay, I think we got this.” said Mike, closing his English textbook.

“I’m still nervous about this,” said Eddie, “I mean what if I throw up in the middle of my exam what if I -”

“Don’t worry, you got this. I believe in all of you.” Steve assured them

Both Will and Eddie went outside to go grab their bikes to put in Steve’s trunk.

Mike had already vanished up to his room as soon as they left, leaving just Steve and Richie the only ones left in the room.

Steve looked over at Richie, who hadn’t said one word during those last two minutes.

“How come you’re still here?” Richie asked

“Because you are more quiet than I normally see you.” Steve responded, “Everything okay, Rich?”

“So are you, actually.” said Richie, “Yes I’m fine, don’t worry about it.”

Steve sighed

“That makes both of us.” Steve chuckled nervously

“Are you okay, Steve?” Richie looked at him

“I’m fine, but are you?”

“You tell me.”

“No, you tell me. How about we just say what’s on our minds??” Steve spat out

Both of them were reluctant, almost as if they were embarrassed, or had something to hide. Something they wouldn’t want to admit in front of more than three people.

“Do you like anyone?” Richie asked out of the blue, “You always act weird around Eleven’s sister.”

“What?” Steve chuckles, “No I don’t, me and Catherine, we’re friends. Why would you even -”

Steve continued to chuckle, but Richie already knew.

“Okay, maybe a little.” Steve confessed after seeing the look on Richie’s face, “What about you, do you like anyone?”

“What the fuck -”

“Language.”

“Eww! Grossss!” Richie continued, “Girls are absolutely disgusting!”

The same look goes across Steve’s face, and it doesn’t take Richie long to tell the truth

“Well, El is actually attractive, gotta give her that.” Richie admitted

A confused look goes across Steve’s face

“Eddie’s sister you dingus!”

A few moments of awkward silence rings through the living room, two the of them blushing

“You better not tell my sister or anyone about Ems.” said Steve

“Or what?”

“Or I tell Eddie and Mrs K what you told me.”

They both agree reluctantly to keep their secrets between themselves, even though they were both chuckling on the inside on what they told each other.

“Wait, you said Em doesn’t seem to acknowledge the fact you like her, right?” said Richie

“Yeah. Why?”

“Oh Steve. You’re doing something wrong,” said Richie smugly, “I think you’re being too much of a ‘nice guy’, kinda like you tried to pull off with Nancy, but everyone knew you were just a straight up cock.”

Steve couldn’t help laugh and roll his eyes at Richie, kind of annoyed he brought up his ex.

“Don’t believe me? Well just go with this one bit of advice.” said Richie, “You’re supposed to be annoying as fuck, slightly mean, and play jokes if you can. Kind of like how I am with El.”

“But did that work?” said Steve, “You and El are still friends by the looks of it.”

“It takes time. It could take months, or even years. Just keep trying.” Richie winked.

Next Chapter: Chapter 10

#stranger things #it movie 2017 #it’s strange crossover

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