#where if I meet someone new I’m like okay you’re gonna meet This Guy real soon bc I talk about them so often

[buttered-milky]

Something I think about a lot:

When I came out to my parents (I am asexual and aromantic) one of their first tactics to try to scare me back into heteronormativity was asking “well who’s gonna take care of you when you’re older?!”

That one question highlights so much of what is wrong with individualistic, primarily isolated nuclear familial structures in western society. First of all, yes. If you go by that structure who is taking care of you when you’re older would be an issue if you never married or had kids, formed some sort of traditional family basically. Second of all, you don’t have to go by that structure. And yet no one seems to think of this?

My parents were baffled to hear me answer “my friends.”

“Friends don’t do all of that”

??? They do. They can at least and mine would. Maybe some people’s don’t, but mine would. They know they’re basically my family in all but the way society perceives us.

I don’t understand why people can’t accept deep care and affection outside of a romantic/sexual context. I am not worried about being alone when I’m older because I do not plan on having one (1) friend who is also my spouse and whom I am also therefore quite wholly reliant on/intertwined with.

“Who’s gonna take care of you when you’re older”

My community. My friends. All of the people I’ve loved and who love me. Good lord man you don’t have to be stuck with one fucking guy and then also the people you concocted together.

[turcott3]

safety net

jack hughes x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, semi slow burn, a kiss, angst and some fluff ofc

positions masterlist!

~trippin’ fallin’ with no safety net~

-

you made your way into the bar, as it was your first weekend living in jersey. you walk in and head straight to the counter, asking for a drink that was sweet and didn’t taste too strongly of alcohol.

“hey stranger.” a voice says to your right and you turn your head.

“dawson?” you say, your eyes widening.

“hey y/n.” he says opening his arms for you to hug him, which you gladly accept.

“how have you been? oh my gosh it’s been what like 3 years.” you say smiling at your old school friend.

“i’ve been good, playing hockey here is fucking awesome.” he says.

“yes! that’s right you play for the devils, how could i forget you getting drafted!” the two of you laugh.

“well how’s your boyfriend? haven’t seen him in a few years either.” he asks curiously.

“funny you should ask, i broke up with him and that’s why i moved here.”

“wait really? why? you don’t have to explain if you’re not comfortable.” the brunette boy asks leaning on the counter.

“well things were so great when we started dating our senior year but within the last year he became a real fucking asshole, so i broke it off and moved away so he couldn’t try to find me and sucker me into being with him again.” you explain, leaving out any details you weren’t ready to share.

“well shit, i’m sorry y/n. i bet that hurt a lot.”

“it did but i’m over it, ready to find someone else.” you say and you practically see the light bulb turn on over his head.

“i think i have someone i want you to meet.” he smirks. you grab your drink and follow close behind him, holding onto his arm.

“hey jack!” dawson says to a brunette boy with bright blue eyes.

“what’s up daws, who’s this?” he says looking at you. you release dawson’s arm and give him a smile.

“jack this is y/n, y/n this is jack.” he says looking between you two.

“nice to meet you, jack.” you say.

“yeah, you too.” he smiles, causing a blush to burn in your cheeks.

“i have to go to the bathroom, you two have fun. don’t get too drunk.” he says giggling and walking off to the bathroom.

“so y/n, what brings you to jersey?” he asks.

“just needed a change of scenery from my hometown. dawson and i went to highschool together.” you tell him.

“oh wow, small world. are you still new to living here or?”

“yeah this is only my first weekend but i’m glad im already meeting people, it was getting pretty lonely.” you laugh.

“well now that you’ve reconnected with dawson, you have a whole new group of people to hang out with.”

“oh are you guys like on the same team?” you ask.

“yeah we are, my brothers around here somewhere. probably tongue deep in some random girl.” he laughs.

“is he older or younger?”

“younger.” he says taking a sip of his drink.

“oh nice.” you smile doing the same.

“can i get your number?” he asks.

“yeah of course.” you say as he hands you his phone.

“what have i missed?” a tall, curly haired boy asks.

“ah yes, y/n, this is my brother luke.”

“nice to meet you.” you say.

“nice to meet you too.” he replies.

“so where were you?” jack asks as i hand him his phone back.

“i was talking to john but i didn’t wanna ruin his game so i came back.” he laughs.

“johnny getting some ladies?”

“he sure was.” luke laughs, taking a sip of his beer.

“i see you’ve met the other one.” dawson says returning from the bathroom.

“yes i have.” i laugh at him. you spent the next 2 hours with the boys, enjoying their presence and the fact that you’d made some friends in your new town.

“well i think im gonna call it a night.” you say taking the final sip of your drink.

“let me walk you?” jack asks.

“yeah sure.” you accept and the two of you make your way out of the bar.

“did you walk here or drive?” he asks stopping once you made it outside.

“oh i walked, i live like two blocks away.”

“okay cool, show me the way.” he says.

“jack you don’t have to.”

“i’m not letting you walk back to your apartment by yourself at midnight in a big city y/n.” he says firmly.

“oh, thank you.” you blush and begin your walk to your apartment. the walk was filled with small talk and laughter, the chemistry between you two growing more and more with seemingly every step.

“well this is my place.” you say arriving at your door.

“alright, have a good night y/n. i’ll text you.” he says as you pull him in for a side hug.

“goodnight jack.” you say shutting the door behind you. it’s been 5 days and you already have a crush on someone you just met. it felt almost wrong. you had broken up with your boyfriend just two weeks ago. you couldn’t allow yourself to move on too quickly. your phone buzzed in your back pocket and you see that dawson had texted you.

dawson: glad you made it back safe!

y/n: thank you! except really you can thank jack

dawson: hahaha well i guess so🙄 have a good night y/n

y/n: you too, see you again soon?

dawson: yes for sure, season starts in like a month and a half i’m sure you’ll get sick of seeing me

y/n: doubt it

dawson: only bc ill bring jack

y/n: bitch

dawson: i’m messing with you lmaooooo goodnight y/n

y/n: goodnight daws😭

-

you woke up the next morning to a text from jack saying good morning, to which you replied with a simple, good morning. texting a new guy felt so wrong. you didn’t know what to do about it but you couldn’t ghost him so you figure you should just keep chatting and see what happens.

“lunch?” you say reading his next text. the boy asked you to lunch, to which you hesitantly agreed to join him. you made yourself a small breakfast to tide you until lunch. you sat on the couch watching tv, growing more nervous by the second. he didn’t ask you on a date, just lunch. maybe he just wants to be friends? after you ate, you put on a casual outfit and added a natural touch to your makeup. he texted the address and you left your apartment, hoping to arrive after him. once you arrive at the, what appears to be, small coffee shop, you’re greeted by jack smiling at the counter.

“sorry i’m a little late.” you laugh nervously.

“no don’t worry, i was just about to order. what do you want?”

“oh jack you don’t have to pay i can’t wait in line.” you say.

“now what kind of man would i be to let a pretty girl like you wait in line and pay for her own food?” he says boldly, a blush creeping up on your cheeks.

“an iced vanilla latte and a buttered croissant is good then.” you simply reply, finding a seat at a table by a large window. he meets you soon after, with a table number in his hand.

“you ever been here before?” he asks, noticing you staring out the window.

“i haven’t, i didn’t even know it was here until you told me about it.” you say redirecting your attention to the boy who already had his eyes on you.

“i come here sometimes, it’s like my special little spot for special occasions.” he smiles leaning back in his chair.

“what’s so special about this occasion?” you question, wanting real answers.

“it’s our first date.” he smirks causing your face to burn bright red.

“well i guess it is isn’t it.” you laugh.

-

once you arrive back at your apartment, you throw your purse to the side and kick off your shoes.

“what have i done? what do i do? oh fuck me, i can’t do this.” you say, that piece of your heart never healing from your past relationship. you couldn’t let go of the mistrust you felt. you never wanted to make the same mistake again, so you called dawson.

“hello?” you speak when he picks up.

“hey y/n, what’s up?”

“can you come over, i need advice.”

“yeah of course, send me your address and i’ll be there.”

“thank you so much, bye daws.” you say hanging up and sending him your address. you sat on your couch almost in a panic. you told yourself over and over to not do this again, especially this soon. a short 10 minutes later, you hear a knock on your door and you open it to see dawson standing there in his sweats.

“did i wake you from a nap?” you laugh.

“yes actually you did, but it’s okay, what’s up?” he says stepping in and shutting the door behind him.

“jack is what’s up.”

“oh?” he says plopping down on my couch.

“so we went out to lunch, he called it our first date.” you say.

“okay what’s the problem with that?” he says.

“you’re not understanding, my ex and i broke up what 3 weeks ago? i can’t move on, how do i know i can trust him?”

“y/n, jacks a nice guy, i wouldn’t have introduced you two if i thought otherwise.”

“i just think it’s too soon dawson.”

“relax, calm down, chill out.” he says standing up and placing his hands on your biceps.

“how am i supposed to be calm?”

“y/n, no one is rushing you into a relationship. you are not committed to the guy, you went on ONE date. you aren’t married to him, just relax. i know it’s hard, i don’t know all the details of your break up but obviously you let your mistrust cloud your vision of good people. i wouldn’t let you go down a dark rabbit hole, and you know that.” he says calming your nerves. dawson always had a way of getting to you and calming you down when necessary, even though it had been years since you last saw the boy.

“okay you’re right.” you say sighing.

“and you don’t have to worry, he’s leaving to go to michigan for a couple days tomorrow, so you can spend time away from him and just texting, so you can get to know him better without it being to serious for you.” he adds.

“perfect.” you laugh.

“now why don’t we chill out and watch a movie, you’re clearly stressed and i want you to clear your mind.” he states, grabbing the remote and switching on the tv. after a couple hours, dawson heads home, leaving you alone with nothing but your phone.

jack: hey i’m headed to michigan tmrw morning, hang when im back?

y/n: yes for sure!

jack: ok awesome, see you then

y/n: *loved a message*

you sat with your thoughts. you were terrified of the possibilities with jack, you couldn’t help it. it’s like your brain had been hardwired to push him away, but you fought the urge harder than anyone could ever know.

-

it had been about two weeks and jack returned from his trip a few days ago. the two of you have been texting nonstop. you learned the silly facts about each other and his personality shined through even on text. he was beginning to give you that glimpse of hope that you thought you’d lost for good.

“i just don’t know.” you spoke to dawson through the phone.

“he’s never texted a girl this long, he obviously likes you.”

“well you never know.”

“he has had women throw themselves at him and he’s rejected all of them. don’t you see it.”

“i do but i just don’t know if it’s the best idea.”

“y/n, just give it another go. go on another date with him. you won’t regret it, you and i both know that as much as you don’t want to admit that your crush is more than just a silly little crush.”

“god, daws you always know how to pick my brain what is wrong with you?” you laugh.

“um nothing, im just correct.” he scoffs.

“okay whatever, ill call him tonight okay?” you reply hoping it’ll shut him up.

“i’m holding you to it, so you better.”

“whatever mercer.”

-

“hello?” you hear a muffled jack on the other end of the line.

“hey jack, i was wondering if maybe you’d wanna go out again some time? i had a great time with you.”

“yeah absolutely!”

“does tomorrow work?” you ask, holding your breath.

“yeah i don’t have any plans. ill come pick you up at 1?”

“perfect.” you smile to yourself.

“i’ll see you tomorrow y/n.”

“bye jack.” you say hanging up the phone, wanting to scream with excitement. you had no clue how this could feel the way it does so soon after your breakup.

-

2 months later

“hey,” jack says shaking you awake.

“huh.” you groan opening your eyes.

“i have a skate to go to, ill be back okay?” he says, you fully processing your surroundings.

“oh, yeah okay. have fun.” you smile as he leans down to kiss you on the cheek. you’d stayed the night at his house just like you have for a few nights every week since your second date though you never established a label for your relationship, just placing the boyfriend name tag on him when you’re out by yourself, too afraid to use it around him. the idea of him leaving you to skate sucked, and you shoved down these feelings so they wouldn’t get in the way of anything. you never wanted him to leave your sight. you hated that you’d grown so attached. you pulled out your phone to call dawson, always filling him in with updates.

“hey miss hughes, what you up to?” he asks picking up.

“dawson stop,” you laugh, “i just woke up, jack just left for optional skate.”

“oh that’s funny i’m on my way there now.”

“i’m sure he’ll ive you all the details.”

“yeah he always does but you’re gonna tell me what’s going on in that little brain of yours first.”

“i hate when he leaves dude. i hate it. i feel like i have no right to be this attached. being around him makes me so fucking happy, it’s like all my problems disappear when he’s around. but i need to face it, he probably doesn’t even want me.”

“you’re lying but go on.”

“lying about what?”

“you really think he ever keeps girls around this long if he doesn’t wanna be with them? be for real with yourself y/n.” he says plainly.

“okay well, point is, i’ve grown attached and i don’t understand my feelings daws.”

“i think you love him.” he laughs.

“you’re crazy.” you scoff.

“did you listen to anything you just said?”

“what part?”

“god damnit, think before you speak y/n. the way you feel when you’re around him is love. practically in its exact definition.”

“it’s only been 3 months that i’ve known the guy.”

“bitch do you really think love has a timeline?”

“well n-“

“THEN GO GET HIM.”

“i’m not gonna go, he’s skating.”

“i meant it figuratively, just wait for him to come back and see how different you feel compared to talking to me on the phone. don’t leave. don’t panic and push him away y/n. give him a shot.”

“okay okay, ill talk to you later dawson.”

“alright, bye y/n.” he says hanging up abruptly. you knew deep down that he was probably right and you couldn’t admit it to yourself. you sat on his couch for a few hours, waiting to hear the lock turn again, when suddenly it did.

“oh hey, you’re still here? i thought you’d be gone by now.” he laughs, hanging his keys on the hook.

“no i wanted to stay, your couch is cozy.”

“well i’m glad you’re still here.” he says, kissing you on top of the head as he passed behind the couch. dawson was right, you felt giddy when jack entered the room, and the feeling didn’t settle. he returns back to the living room.

“you look like you’re thinking.” he says sitting down next to you. you sit up and turn to him.

“i am thinking.” you say, anxiety running through your body at full speed, knee bouncing.

“what’s on that pretty mind of yours?” he giggles placing a hand on your leg gently.

“i think i love you.” you say quietly, the words slipping off your tongue with struggle. you finally let yourself trip and fall. it felt almost freeing. his demeanor shifts as a smile grows on his face. he sits up to get closer to you.

“what was that?” he asks, smile growing wider.

“i think i love you. no no, i do. i do love you. i love you jack. i know we never attached a label to whatever we are but i can’t keep pushing my feelings away anymore. i just love you.” you say finally being able to lock eyes with him. he connects your lips in response, framing your cheek with his callused hand. when you pull away his gorgeous smile returns.

“fuck, i love you too y/n.” he laughs, a wave of relief washing over you. you couldn’t believe how jack changed your perspective on love and men so quickly but it never felt more true to you. you couldn’t deny your feelings anymore no matter how hard you tried. you finally let yourself fall, and thank god it was into the right hands this time.

-

[rosemariiaa]

~Lines We Drew~

part: 1

pairing- Paige x Azzi

oookay hi guys! idk how many requests i’ve gotten in my inbox for this kind of fic for pazzi but I finally tried to work up something last night! (don’t tell me you don’t like it , i will be upset)

warning: language

Enjoy!!!

Paige Bueckers had heard the news weeks before the official announcement: Azzi Fudd was coming to UConn. The so-called “golden girl” of high school basketball, the first pick in her class and NPOY, the one everyone couldn’t stop talking about. And Paige couldn’t have been less thrilled.

“Come on, Paige. She’s not even here yet, and you’re already acting all grumpy,” Nika ribbed as they lounged in their dorm room, prepping for the new season. “Besides, she is real pretty. You should be excited. Maybe you’ll finally find someone who can keep up with you.”

Paige scoffed, rolling her eyes. “I don’t need someone to keep up with me, Nika. And I’m not grumpy. I just don’t get what the big deal is.”

KK, lying on her bed with her feet propped up on the wall, chimed in, “The big deal is she’s gonna be a star. You know that, right? The two of you together on the court—UConn’s gonna be unstoppable and on the road to the national chip, yes ma’am.” Kk exclaimed, pumping her fist in the air.

“Yeah, if we can stand to be on the same court without killing each other,” Paige muttered, more to herself than anyone else. But of course, Nika heard her and threw a pillow at her head.

“Stop being such a brat. You barely even know her. Maybe you’ll actually like her once you get to know her.” “Doubt it,” Paige grumbled, tossing the pillow back at Nika.

“Why don’t you like her anyway?” Ayanna asked from her corner of the room, where she was scrolling through her phone. “You guys don’t even know each other like that.”

Paige shrugged, knowing she didn’t have a good answer to tell her friends, she knows if she tells them something else, all hell will break loose. “We just… don’t click, okay? I dunno. She’s just not my type of person.”

KK rolled her eyes. “Girl boo save the excuses .” Paige didn’t respond, sinking deeper into her thoughts. She wasn’t going to be a bitch—she just wasn’t going to go out of her way to be friendly either.

The day Azzi arrived at UConn, it felt like the entire campus was buzzing. Paige’s friends were all smiles, eager to meet the new star recruit. Paige tagged along reluctantly as they headed over to the dorms where Azzi would be living.

When they got there, Azzi was already surrounded by some of the team, all of them helping her move in. Paige hung back, crossing her arms and watching as Caroline and Aubrey joked with Azzi as they were old friends.

“Ice, you gotta help me lift this,” Caroline called, motioning to a heavy-looking box. Ice, who was taller and definitely stronger, easily lifted the box and carried it into the dorm.

“Thanks, Carol,” Azzi said, smiling. “I think that’s the last of it.” “No problem,” Caroline replied, wiping her hands on her shorts. “We’re all in this together now.”

Paige tried to keep her expression neutral as Azzi glanced over at her. Their eyes met for a split second, and Paige felt a jolt of something she couldn’t quite name. It wasn’t exactly anger, but it wasn’t friendly either. She quickly looked away, pretending to be interested in something on her phone.

“Oh, hey Paige,” Azzi said, her voice polite but not overly friendly. “Didn’t see you there.” Paige nodded stiffly. “Yeah, I’m just here with the girls.”

Azzi nodded back, the silence between them awkward. Caroline, ever the peacemaker, jumped in. “Paige, why don’t you help Azzi get her room set up? She’s rooming with me, Aubrey, and Ice.”

Paige wanted to say no, but everyone was looking at her expectantly, so she forced a smile. “Sure. I can help.”

She followed Azzi and the others into the dorm, feeling like she was walking into enemy territory. Aubrey was already inside, arranging some of her things, and when she saw Paige, she grinned.

“Hey, Paige! Look at you, helping out. Maybe there’s hope for you yet,” Aubrey teased.

Paige rolled her eyes but smiled a little. Aubrey had a way of making her feel at ease, even when she didn’t want to be. “Yeah, yeah. Just trying to be a team player.” As they unpacked, the conversation flowed easily among the group, but Paige stayed mostly quiet, only speaking when directly addressed. Azzi seemed content to ignore her as well, which suited Paige just fine.

After they finished, Ice stretched her arms over her head and sighed. “Man, moving is exhausting. I’m starving.”

“Let’s grab something to eat,” Caroline suggested. “We can all go together. You in, Paige?”

Paige hesitated, glancing at Azzi, who was wiping sweat from her brow. She really didn’t want to spend any more time around her than necessary, but she knew saying no would make her look petty. So she nodded. “Yeah, sure.”

They all headed to a nearby café, where they pushed a bunch of tables together to accommodate the group. Paige ended up sitting across from Azzi, who was chatting with Aubrey and Caroline. Paige focused on her menu, trying to ignore the way Azzi’s laugh seemed to fill the whole space.

“Azzi, you’ve gotta try the chicken wrap here. It’s the best,” Caroline said, pointing to the menu.

Azzi smiled. “Ouuu that sounds good actually, thanks for the recommendation. I’ll take your word for it.”

Paige couldn’t help herself. “You don’t have to take her word for it, you know. You’re capable of making your own decisions.”

Azzi looked up at her, a spark of defiance in her eyes. “I’m aware, Paige. But sometimes it’s nice to get suggestions from friends.”

“Friends,” Paige echoed, her tone flat. “Right.”

Azzi’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Are you always this charming, or is it just me?” Paige blinked, momentarily taken aback. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Azzi shrugged. “Just making an observation.”

Paige opened her mouth to retort, but the words caught in her throat. She wasn’t used to being challenged, and Azzi’s calm yet sharp response threw her off balance. Instead, she just looked away, focusing on her food.

The table fell silent for a moment, the tension palpable. Aubrey cleared her throat, clearly trying to change the subject. “So, Azzi, what do you think of the campus so far?”

Azzi’s expression softened, and she started talking about how much she liked the facilities and how excited she was to start training. Paige tuned out most of the conversation, focusing on her food instead.

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t ignore the way Azzi’s voice seemed to weave into her thoughts, making it impossible to completely block her out. And the more she tried, the more frustrated she became.

By the time they finished eating, Paige was more than ready to leave. As they walked back to the dorms, KK and Nika fell into step beside her, nudging her playfully.

“Why do you gotta be so mean to her?” KK asked, not really expecting an answer. “She’s actually super cool.”

Paige sighed, running a hand through her hair. “I’m not being mean. I told you we just… don’t click. It’s not that serious guys.”

Nika raised an eyebrow. “Not that deep? You barely said two words to her, and when you did, it was kinda snarky.”

Paige shrugged, not wanting to get into it. “It is what it is.” KK rolled her eyes and nudged Paige’s shoulder . “You’re so annoying. Just give the poor girl a chance, stop being mean to the pretty lady.”

Paige didn’t respond, but the words echoed in her mind long after she was back in her own dorm, lying on her bed and staring at the ceiling. She knew her friends were right, or were they? Azzi hadn’t done anything to deserve her hostility. So she thought , but deep down there was just something she couldn’t get herself to really spit out. There was something about the way Azzi seemed to effortlessly fit in, the way she smiled and laughed with everyone, that just irked Paige. It made her feel… what? Jealous? Insecure? She wasn’t sure, but whatever it was, it was strong enough to keep her on edge whenever Azzi was around.

As the days went on, Azzi became more integrated into the team, quickly earning the admiration and friendship of everyone except Paige. And though Paige continued to keep her distance, she couldn’t deny that the tension between them was growing more complex with each passing day.

For now, the animosity remained unresolved, but something told Paige that this was only the beginning. The next few months promised to be full of surprises, and she wasn’t sure if she was ready for what was coming.

[kouchabu-archive]

Koisuru Scramble - Chapter 1

Writer: Nishioka Maiko Translation by: Sophie // Proofread by: Mirei

NOTE: I EXPLICITLY PROHIBIT USAGE OF ANY PART OF MY TRANSLATIONS ON ANYTHING THAT RELATES TO AI.

This story is fully voiced in-game! You should read while listening to it~

Episode 1: Scramble of Meetings

< Spring — during the time when Sakura trees aren't in full bloom yet. >

< From this day on, Koino Hajime is a second year student. >

< I styled my hair a little neater than usual. I also left my house earlier than usual. >

< And with a little hope in my heart, I wished that something special will happen today. >

< But unfortunately… >

< Now I have to run with all my might! >

Hajime: Huff… Ah… Hah… Oh no, I’m gonna be really late!

Hah… Okay, 8:20am. Thank God. I think I can make it just in time!

(How come I dropped my favorite keychain today of all days?)

(I just had to run back for it. So much for leaving the house early.)

(At least I was lucky enough that someone surrendered it to the lost and found.)

(Ugh. I’m sure my face’s just super sweaty now. Don’t even mention how unruly my hair became! It took me forever to do this…)

(But I have to make a run for it, so I guess it’s fine! I can’t afford to be late on the first day of school after spring break.)

(It’s not like I have such high expectations… but well, I finally got into a new class, and I started to feel more comfortable in this uniform.)

(I just kind of wish that today would be special~ Like, maybe I’ll have some sort of a fateful meeting with my fated one, or something~)

(But of course, that’s just nothing but a far-fetched dream, huh…)

(Is this divine punishment for having just a little bit of hopes and dreams? Even so, do I really have to be this unlucky? Dear God, that’s just unfair! Stupid!)

...Oh, there it is! Yumenosaki’s famous six-way intersection! Just a little bit more and I’ll finally get to school!

(I've always thought about it, but… this is such a strange way to construct a road. Well, I guess that’s exactly where it got its fame.)

(But this road is just full of blind spots. I can never ever get used to it.)

Uwah–?!

Augh… Ow, ow, ow… My butt hurts. I really just had to hit the pavement that hard, huh? What's with my luck today…

Eiki: I’m sorry for bumping into you. Are you alright?

Hajime: Ah, I’m sorry, too! Thanks for aski—”

(Waahh… What a beautiful person. And he’s wearing our school unifor— wait. Huh?)

Eiki ‧ Miki: ….....

Konatsu ‧ Mahiro: ….....

Hajime: (Huh? Four guys are suddenly reaching to help me up?!)

(U-Um… W-Whose hand should I take?)

< And wait… aren’t these guys… >

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Airi: And then? What happened?

Hajime: Hm? What do you mean 'what happened', Airi?”

Airi: I mean, weren’t there four guys who reached out for your hand? Who did you end up choosing?

Hajime: ...Well, I just can’t decide whose hand to take so I just stood by myself, bowed down and apologized, and just went my merry way.

Airi: Eh~~ Why'd you do that? You just wasted a lifetime opportunity!

Hajime: A li—lifetime opportunity? You’re always exaggerating things…

Airi: I mean, that’s what it is! You bumped into those guys, right? This school’s very famous—

< That’s right. Those guys are the four most handsome boys who are fawned over in this very school. >

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[ The Academy’s handsome prince who brims with the utmost elegance: Nakaouji Eiki. ]

[ The guy who has a gentle heart beneath his cool aura: Kurose Miki. ]

[ The lady killer senior who embodies eternal youth: Asuma Mahiro. ]

[ The cute junior who possesses both devilish and angelic charm: Nekomura Konatsu. ]

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Airi: They're like the celebrities ever! You got super duper lucky! You could’ve at least bragged about it on Enstagram.

Hajime: I don’t really have to, though?

Airi: Gosh, don’t be so boring!

Didn’t you hear that even students from other schools would go out of their ways just to see even a strand of their hair? They’re that famous! Real celebs, y'know?

Hajime: Even so, that’s completely unrelated to me~

What happened earlier is just pure chance — a one-time miraculous coincidence. There’s no way we’ll have anything to do with each other after that.

Airi: Hey, it might be your fateful meeting with your fated one!

Hajime: No way. Even I know that there’s no way that’s going to happen.

Airi: Eh~~ Why are you giving up just like that? Don’t let your dreams be just dreams! Come on, don’t be boring~

Hajime: You’re just saying that because you find it entertaining, right?

Enough with all that. We’re up to order next, you know? Did you decide what to get yet?

Airi: Gosh, not at all! What should I get… Hm…

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Airi: Hm~ Is there still space for us here?

Hajime: Oh, there's one over there! And just perfect, it has two seats! Let’s go, Airi.

Thank God~ I stroke gold—

Eiki: Hello there. We met this morning, right? Did you have any problems or injuries after that?

Hajime: .........

Hajime: N-Nakaouji-kun?!

Airi: Ah, Hajime, careful! If you move too much in that small space, you’ll bump into the person behind y—

Ah, there she goes.

Miki: That hurts.

Hajime: Waaah?! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to bump into you! I was just surpris—

Wait, Kurose-kun?! W-Wah, yet another one from earlier! I-I’m sorry!

Konatsu: Hm? It looks so lively out there. What’s up?

Konatsu: …Oh? That girl who’s bowing her head down in the middle of all the fuss… Isn’t she from this morning’s…

Mahiro: Haha~ So everyone, should we go have some fun on our way home?

—Hm? Ah, sorry, ladies. There’s some sort of fuss over there…

Ah~ If it isn’t that cutie from earlier.

Mahiro: Hm? Haha~ You’re all cuties in your own rights too~ Come on, wipe off those scary looks on your pretty faces.

Hajime: I’m really sorry!

< I thought that there’s no way we’ll have anything to do with each other after that. >

< I thought that it’s nothing but a once-in-a-lifetime miracle. >

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Next Chapter // Koisuru Scramble Masterlist

[aerodaltonimperial]

“Jesus. You look like shit.”

“I look like shit? Your eye is gonna be fucking purple by morning.”

“At least I didn’t get hit by a bus.”

“Yeah, well, maybe your bus was named Kenny Omega. Kinda deserved it, for that cheap shot with the chair.”

“What do you want, Darby?”

“You called me. And, you know, that loses a lot of its threatening quality when I can see you. ‘Cause you’re smiling.”

“I’m not. It’s a nerve response from the sucker punch to the face.”

“Uh huh. Guess it gives your cheeks that blush, too. Thought you lost my number.”

“Mm-hmm. Found it again.”

“Bottom of the sock drawer?”

“Kitchen cabinet. Beneath all the user manuals piled up.”

“Amazing. Guess you just shoved all the shit you didn’t wanna try and fix in there, huh?”

“Ouch. Y’know, you don’t have to go below the belt, I already got hit today.”

“Wouldn’t hit you if I was goin’ below the belt, Jack.”

“... yeah. Yeah, I remember that.”

“Is that why you called? Got fancy new friends? Wanna tell someone who won’t care?”

“If you don’t care, why’d you pick up?”

“Morbid curiosity.”

“Could satisfy that on social media.”

“Not nearly as nice as lookin’ at the real thing, even with that shiner.”

“So you admit I look nice.”

“Pretty sure I’ve always been up front about that.”

“Maybe I was just checking to see if that was still true.”

“Just checkin’, huh.”

“Call it morbid curiosity.”

“...clever.”

“Always have been, actually.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I knew that. …what do you want, Jack?”

“Where are you?”

“You think you get those details now? Fake EVP perks or some shit?”

“You’re not gonna tell me?”

“I’m not in Canada.”

“I assume that means home, then.”

“Got a busted foot and a busted face, where else would I be?”

“Meet and greets in Jersey, maybe.”

“... you’ve been paying attention.”

“I never stopped.”

“Newsflash: everything else did. So, I ask again, Jack, why do you think you get this information?”

“You’re really gonna tell me no?”

“....”

“Ah ha.”

“Don’t.”

“Nah, Darby, this video goes both ways. So look me in my busted eye and tell me that you didn’t miss me. Go ahead. Do it.”

“Boy, you got a whole new attitude, don’t you.”

“Or maybe I always had it.”

“Could have anything you want now, Jack. Got those EVPs in your pocket. So why are you sniffin’ around my door again?”

“Think you know the answer to that.”

“You’re the one who cut it all off. So, no. I wanna hear you say it.”

“... okay. Darby. I miss you.”

“God, that was weak.”

“I really miss you. And I think about you. A lot. I think about the way you steal all of the blankets when you sleep like you own the fucking bed. About the way you leave your clothes everywhere like you’re constantly just shedding. And I, ah, I really think about that night in that shitty hotel half of us got shuffled to when the reservations got lost, when we had the window open, and you were just wailing when I got my tongue go—”

“Okay, okay. Yeah. We both remember that night.”

“Oh, I’m quite sure those guys brokering the drug deal in the parking lot outside remember it, too, I mean, you were really lou—”

“Jesus, okay.”

“You’re laughing. Is that a yes?”

“To what question? I didn’t hear one.”

“Guess I didn’t really ask. Can I… see you? Again?”

“How ‘bout you call again tomorrow and show me how swollen that eye gets.”

“And then…?”

“Then we’ll see.”

“Well, I’ll probably only see out of one eye, but. You’re smiling again.”

“Yeah, I do that sometimes.”

“Sometimes?”

“Not a lot recently, that’s for sure.”

“So I’ll… talk to you tomorrow.”

“Yeah. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, Scapegoat.”

“... y’know, you can still just call me Jack.”

“I'll talk to you tomorrow. Night, Jack.”

“Night, Darby.”

[dissvicious]

Red may be laughing now at Buggy’s emo phase but once he gets to see her photos of her in her full on neon outfit clad, kandi bracelet stacking, teenage scene kid glory the shoe will be on the other foot /

Related: Do you think the triplets would ever go trough a phase experimenting with alt style outfits themself? Skye already seems to go for an undercut style look when she gets older (which I could speculate on btw but I’m not gonna) , but also Rory feels a little like someone who already leans into the steampunk aesthetic himself, as long as it doesn’t interfere with practicality „Why on earth would I put a random gear on a tophat when I can use it in these new collapsible wielding googles I am working on?“ „Okay but there’s also no need for the wielding goggles to have the gears be that visible…“ „Of course there’s a need for that and the need is STYLE.“ type of deal

Blaze probably just goes trough anything he thinks looks interesting without necessarily joining a scene. One of his later crew mates dresses like a Victorian goth and sometimes he will get bored and be like „I’m bored. Can I try and put on your corset?“ „No because you’re gonna hurt yourself …. So I’M gonna do it. How do you feel about eyeshadow?“ „Tastes awful but looks good on me.“ „Alright then its makeover time.“

Ok but I have to thank you because this message was the kick in the ass I needed to rework the teen triplets charadesign, which I was procrastinating since a while! Propers referencesheets will come later. Let's meet 16 years old Buggy the clown's spawns!

To answer you :

First of all, Red' don't keep any pictures of her past - to Buggy's big despair. So the poor little clown don't have any weapon to fight back! However I can easily imagine that one day the big top will anchor on an island where the crew will randomly meet someone from Reddie's past. Buggy will jump on them and ask them a TON of questions.

As you spotted, Rory has a soft for steampunk aesthetic - big fan of Jules Vernes (yes I HC that a version of Jules Vernes exist in one piece), dreaming about flying machines, obsessed by the idea to go on Skypiea because that's a land you can't reach by the sea. He's also the one of the triplets who cares the most about being ~ classy ~ . A real little dandy! He probably got through some victorian goth phase when he was like 14. When he get the outfit you can see on the ref, everyone in the family and the crew was like "o_o guys is Rory wearing COLORS?!!"

Skye is the one of the triplets who embrace the most the clowncore vibe, probably crafting herself some outfits in her father's old clothes. By the years she finally went ok with her nose, however she still feels the need to compensate with the rest of her outfit, copying her father's crossbones makeup for exemple. She will change her look when she will reach early adulthood (19-20 years old), and yes there is a meaning behind the undercut she got! you can speculate but I won't confirm or deny anything ehe 🤡

When it comes to clothing, Blaze only has two criteria : comfort and color. His hyperactive ass always run, jump, climb anywhere soooo he quickly learned to chose robust clothing that is easy to evolve with. But bright colors! Bright colors always catch his eyes! He's like a magpie! He also kept his beanie hat while growing up, and attempted to wear it with pigtails like his daddy do with his captain hat. He lose one teeth after a bait with Rory, too. Thinking this would make him look more like Buggy, but this dumbass did it the wrong side. His bracelets are very important too, but you'll understand why later! Also, I like your idea of him trying anything (and tasting eyeshadows which. Let's be honest. He did. At 16 years old. And after too.), especially some goth things. I think Blaze is mostly aroace, but if one day he should have a " planotic lovestory" this would be with someone who has a black cat energy, and he probably won't realize he's in a relationship. A gothy teen just appear in his life and it's somehow funny to kiss them, apparently they decided he was their boyfriend now? hey, why not.

[chidoroki]

Hell’s Paradise EP1

aka: gabimaru the hollow soft. he’s a good boy.

The fact this gave me Dororo vibes and is also produced by MAPPA means I’m in for a good time.. although nothing says “happy new series day” like starting off with an execution. Hurray death?

“Furthermore, beheading a person with a single blow is next to impossible. In most cases, several blows are required to behead a person, which makes executions a horrific spectacle.” Seeing how Gabimaru has scars on the back of his neck already I assume it ain’t easy to kill this man.

Can he like.. not actually die? His neck broke that sword in half..

Let’s goooo OP! The little bit we heard from trailers has literally been stuck in my head for weeks now.

Oohh it’s all so pretty.. the song was as good as expected too!

Okay watching it over again and noticing a whole lot of flowers, Gabimaru blazing like an infernal, Tenza badly injured, the blonde chick with the eye scar possibly Gabimaru’s wife? and an unexpected sweet smile from Chobei. Oh I’m so excited to see everyone.

Our man is from the hidden rock village hm? Do ya know Deidara?.. Is that how he broke the blade. Are you made out of stone my guy?

“For someone from Iwagakure, breaking a blade with your own flesh is a simple task.” “Well, yeah. Someone that shitty with a sword can’t hurt me.” Pfft not even four minutes in and he’s won me over.

People have tried stabbing him with a spear to kill him and once said spear breaks, all he can say is “sorry.” No, I’m sorry, I love him so much already.

They even tried burning him alive to no avail. Sweetie are you cursed or something?

This guy holding baby Gabimaru really just killed his parents in front of him?

He can’t even be pulled apart by two bulls.. why does death always escape you sir if you wish for it so bad?

“I had the chief’s recognition and married his daughter. But his daughter was a real idiot.” Wow Gabimaru, tell me how you really feel.

Dude you said you would give up on life yet here you are yet again surviving another execution, which this time is nonchalantly walking out of burning oil like it’s no big deal.

Okay I’ve been hearing a small bell chime whenever Sagiri was onscreen but I couldn’t figure out where the hell the actually bell was til now.

Oh shit, he’s actually scared she could kill him! That vision sliced his head clean off.

“Do I not want to die?” Apparently not! Heaven knows why though.

“To you, is she not your reason to live?” Aw he does care for wifey. But aaah look at the smile and blush of his in the flashback!

Bro he spoke softly this whole time but hearing him yell out now against Sagiri to try and convince himself he has no attachments feels so raw and real. His voice actor is nailing it.

Ah I was right, the lady in the OP with the scar was his wife. Ma’am what is your name? You’re being so sweet to our main man.

Wait, her own father burned her face? What a bastard.

Gabimaru got so flustered from just a simple kiss. He is so precious!

“Someone like you couldn’t possibly be hollow.” Such a pleasant surprise to see he’s not actually emotionless. I didn’t expect him to act this way at all but I love it.

Humans become flowers in the underworld place? Suddenly the OP doesn’t seem very beautiful..

“Traveling to a mysterious island with heinous criminals condemned to death and competing with them for a pardon is the only way for you to be reunited with her.” So I assume just one criminal, whomever returns with the elixir of life, will be spared, while the others will be killed hm? Which is a shame because despite not seeing anyone else yet I’m quite curious to meet the others we’ve saw glimpses of in trailers! And I’m not ready to get attached to them like I already have to Gabimaru if they’re all gonna die!

Ooohh he’s finally using some ninjutsu!

He can be so fierce yet so laid back, how impressive.

I was about to comment on how calming the ending song is focusing on Sagiri til it gives us flashes of Gabimaru going crazy, most likely killing enemies. Oops.

MMHHMM overall a real strong start! Gabimaru is already such a joy to watch and the animation is nice so far too.

[totaldramamovies]

Total Drama Movies- Episode 1- “Lights, Camera, Chaos!”

Chris: Hello and welcome to the largest Total Drama season ever! We have 28 brand new contestants that will stir up more drama that any cast has before! These contestants will get into teams, and by the end of the episode, whichever team has lost the challenge, will be up for elimination! The team will vote someone out every episode, and this process will repeat till everyone but one is left, and they will win ONE. MILLION. DOLLARS! This competition will take place in a crummy old movie studio north of Toronto, and all of the challenges will be themed with their own genre! Well, we should probably move on and meet these 28 contestants! This is.. TOTAL! DRAMA! MOVIES!

*Cuts to ferry sailing to the movie studio*

Eliza: *Sewing dress* Hey, do you know when we will arrive? I need about 15 more minutes to finish my broadway dress!

Maxim: *Looks up from book he’s reading* Uh… I don’t think you’re gonna need a broadway dress… It’s a film lot, not a theatre.

Eliza: Eh, whatever…

Bailey: Did you know I made the first ever dress?!! I also went to Mars and met aliens, and I hold world record for eating the most cellphones-

Eliza & Maxim: We don’t care!

*Pauline notices Wyatt with Nintendo Switch*

Pauline: Oh, you play video games too?

Wyatt: Yea😎😎😎😎 im kinda epic lolz😎😤😂💪💪 im soooo MLG 😂😂👌🔥

Pauline: Oh..!

*Camera pans to more contestants*

William: Hey! What’s happening?

*Awkward Silence*

Cece: I don’t want, nor care enough to talk to you.. Lemme just get this straight, if you haven’t been on atleast 10 Disney Cruises and ridden in a Lamborghini, I do NOT want to talk to you, kay? 

Ines: *Amused* Heh, classic rich girl.. 

Jamil: Yep. Hey, if we’re on same teams, you wanna become an alliance?

Ines:  Yeah sure! We’re both pretty strong! Were you in the military?

Jamil: Not yet, still in training, but I’m almost ready!

*Camera pans again*

Dwaeji: Ohayo..!! ^o^ Im so sugoiii! Nya >w<!!

Andres: No way 💀💀

Dwaeji: Konnichiwa!! Onionhaseyo 🥺🥺!! U support RCTA??

Andres: No.. get out of here!

Eddy: Erm.. ya.. according to my calculations, “Dwaeji” means pig in Korean.. It’s clear you didn’t do you’re research.. ☝️🤓

Rajiv: Hahah, you’re name is “pig”? Nice. *High fives Eddy*

Dwaeji: Ok fine Eddy-san and Rajiv-kun.. my real name is Emily.. but don’t tell anyone, you bakas.. 😔😔 UnU

Dennis: *sighs* This trip is taking forever..

Tamia: I know, right? It’s nice to have someone like you on the ride.

Dennis: Yeah, I guess you’re right. 2 pessimists are better than one.

Dominique: *Excitedly* Oh come on, it’s not that bad! *shouts* Hey everyone! How are you guys!

Francesca: *Happily* Good, I guess.

Boris: Meh, I’m bored.

Kenny: *Staring at Dominique*

Dominique: What?

Kenny: Hey.. you wanna maybe.. uh.. go out some time? 😏

Dominique: *Concerned* Uh… *awkward laugh* How are YOU guys!

Fredrick: Um.. I have to address YOU first. 🍷🗿 NOBODY talks up to the sigma. 🍷🍷🗿🗿🗿🗿 Where’s the buffet?

Dominique: um.. Why is everyone here so wierd..

Leopold: *Picking nose* I know, right?

*Camera moves on once again*

Francesca: Okay! I think I’m ready for this! I got this!

Fangxiu: Girl yes 🥰 Get ready to slay this competition away 😍

Francesca: Um, okay?

Charlotte: Don’t worry, darling, half these contestants look like they can’t count past 5. 

Taniyah: Girl, they don’t look that dumb..

Pietro: HEY! That’s not true! One! Two! Three! Four! uh.. Five! uh… um.. ah, crap..

Roman: Hah! Bro, you’re stupid, I could count to six!

Pierro: Oh yeah? Prove it.

Roman: You’re on bro!

Taniyah: *Looks at Charlotte* Alright, guess I was too nice.

Sigita: Hey, you guys ready to lose for me? 

*Everyone stops*

Dominique: Oh my god, you’re so pretty!! How do you get your hair that silky?!

Sigita: I don’t know, I might just be effortlessly beautiful.

Grace: Hey! I’m better though! Look at how preppy I am!

*Everyone ignores*

Grace: HEY! LOOK AT MY PREPPYNESS!! 😡

*The boat starts rocking a lot*

Boris: Hey, uh.. Is it just me or did this boat get faster?

*Cuts to captain’s headquarters, an intern is driving the ferry*

Intern: Heh, time to give them a small surprise!

*Ferry crashes into rocks, and the boat shakes*

Dominique: What was that?!

Fredrick: Crap, that was me. But I won’t say sorry since I’m sigma and saying sorry is such a beta move 🍷🗿

Eliza: *Sniffs* Oh god!

*Water enters the room the contestants are in*

Rajiv: Aww man!

Pietro: THE SHIPS SINKING!!

*Everyone jumps off the ferry before its goes underwater*

Dennis: *Quietly* Oh no.. We’re soaked..

Chris: *through megaphone* HEY CONTESTANTS! SWIM TO THE STUDIO NOW! THEN WE WILL HAVE THE FIRST CHALLENGE!

Roman: *Annoyed* Dude.. Really? Right Now!

*Up on dock where Chris is*

Jamil & Ines: We’re first!

Chris: Jamil! Ines! How’s it going?

Ines: This was lightwork!

Jamil! Yeah, swimming was basic training!

Chris: Haha, I wonder if you’ll call the CHALLENGES “lightwork”.

*Boris swims up next*

Chris: Next up is our strongman, Boris!

Boris: Hey, Chris. Is this the place.? Hoping it would be nicer..

Chris: Up next.. The track star, Leopold!

Leopold: Hey chris.

Chris: Model, Sigita!

Sigita: Hey!

Chris: Bad Boy, Andres!

Andres: Yo.

Chris: Pietro & Roman!

Pietro & Roman: Heyy!

Chris: Popular Girl, Cece!

Cece: Ugh..

Chris: Calm Stoic Sweetheart, Charlotte!

Charlotte: Hello.

Chris: Taniyah!

Taniyah: Wasgood, yall?

Chris: Gamer girl, Pauline!

Pauline: Hey Chris!

Chris: Epic Gamer, Wyatt!

Wyatt: Yooo!

Chris: Dominique, Dennis, Tamia, and Kenny!

Dominique: Hello World! :D

Dennis: *Sigh*

Tamia: Hey..

Kenny: I love yall!

Chris: Rajiv & Francesca!

Rajiv: Whats up, dudes!

Francesca: Hey everyone!!

Chris: William & Fangxiu!

William: Hey..?

Fangxiu: IM USING MY ROSE T- 😍

Chris: Maxim, Eliza, and Grace!

Maxim: Hey chris!

Eliza: Same as Maxim!

Grace: It’s so preppy in here!! >o<

Chris: Dwaeji..?

Dwaeji: Ohayo 🥺🥺

Chris: Bailey!

Bailey: I already have a million dollars!

Chris: and.. Eddy!

Eddy: Salutations!

Chris: And that makes… 27? We still have one more person..

*3 Hours Later*

Fredrick: *Slowly doggy paddles to the dock and gets up onto dock finally, breathing heavily* 

Chris: Dude.. you took 3 hours..? To swim 40 feet?

Fredrick: Uh.. I d-did that on p-purpose?? Heheh..?🍷🗿

Jamil: That was sad..

Chris: Anyway, it’s time for you’re first challenge!

Leopold: Don’t we need teams?

Chris: I was getting to that.. The first team WILL be to get into teams! Whichever team takes the longest to create will be up for elimination. Anyway, Get into 4 teams of 7!

Dennis: Tamia, you wanna join become teams?

Tamia: Yeah, Pauline, you wanna join too?

Pauline: Ok!

Ines: Jamil! Since we are creating our own teams, lets be a team!

Jamil: *Flexing Muscles* Yes! We’ll be the strongest team ever!

Dominique: *Looking at Eddy* Eddy, what’s wrong?

Eddy: Erm.. I think I have a bit of a crush on Sigita..

Dominique: Well, why not join teams with her? I can come along with you if you want!

Eddy: Um, ok! Hey Sigita, you wanna be teammates with me and Dominique?

Sigita: Alright, sure I guess..

Dominique: *to Eddy* You did it! Now that she’s on your team, you might have a chance!

Francesca: Hey, Charlotte, you wanna be teammates?

Charlotte: Yes, my darling! How about Taniyah?

Taniyah: Alright!

Fangxiu: CAN I CVME TOO 😍💅

Charlotte: Alright..

Maxim: Hey Eliza, you wanna become teammates?

Eliza: Sure!

Bailey: I’m classified the best teammate ever by 37 of the top 50 universities in the country so I’m joining you two!

Ines: Anyone else wanna join me and Jamil?

Grace: I’ll make this team 200% more preppy!

William: Uh.. I’ll join I guess?

Jamil: Ah, I think we just made the team worse. Eh, Wanna join up with Bailey, Eliza, and Maxim so we have a full team of 7? Eliza and Maxim seem smart, we might need some smarts to balance out Grace and William.

Ines: Keh, sure.

Chris: And the first of four teams are created!

Boris: Hey, Pietro & Roman, you 2 guys seem pretty strong, wanna join me?

Pietro: Sure Dude!!

Roman: Alright Nicee!!

Andres: Yo can I join?

Boris: Sure, you seem competitive! Let’s join Pauline, Dennis and Tamia so we have a full team.

Charlotte: Hmm.. the last ten people look rather horrible.

Taniyah: Now hold on, Leopold is a track runner so hes fast, and Cece is a snobby white girl but she finna be an even bigger pain if she’s on another team, so we can take in those two!

Leopold: Alright!

Cece: Fine, whatever.

Kenny: Hey, Rajiv dude, you wanna join Dominique?

Rajiv: Sure!!

Dominique: Alright, the last 3, Wyatt, Sigma, and Koreaboo. Let’s get Wyatt since he is good with strategy since he’s gamer and.. uh..

Wyatt: Lesgo!!

Leopold: We gotta get one last person for full team!

Taniyah: He’s Right, we gotta get one of the worst two..

Leopold: Uh.. Fredrick!

Cece: *extremely mad* UGH.. WHY?!

Leopold: At least he isn’t as bad as koreaboo Dwaeji!!

Cece: You know what, he just might be..

Chris: Alright! That means Dwaeji will join the losing team! Here are the four teams…

Ines & Jamil’s Team: Bailey, Eliza, Grace, Ines, Jamil, Maxim and William.

Boris’s Team: Andres, Boris, Dennis, Pauline, Pietro, Roman and Tamia.

Charlotte’s Team: Cece, Charlotte, Fangxiu, Francesca, Fredrick, Leopold and Taniyah.

Eddy’s Team: Dominique, Dwaeji, Eddy, Kenny, Rajiv, Sigita, and Wyatt.

Chris: Now, what will these four teams be named?

Andres: the Dead Bodies!!

Grace: Preppy Squad!!! >o<

Fangxiu: the Haunted Poosay-😍😍

Chris: THAT IS ENOUGH! I’ll give you team names!

Andres, Boris, Dennis, Pauline, Pietro, Roman and Tamia, you will be the Mighty Wizards!

*Cheering and Yelling from Team*

Bailey, Eliza, Grace, Ines, Jamil, Maxim and William, you will be the Ferocious Monsters!

*Cheering and Yelling from Team*

Cece, Charlotte, Fangxiu, Francesca, Fredrick, Leopold and Taniyah, you will be the Fearless Warriors!

*Cheering and Yelling from Team*

and since Dominique, Dwaeji, Eddy, Kenny, Rajiv, Sigita, and Wyatt are losing, they’ll be uh.. 4th Thing!!

*Annoyance and confusion*

Chris: Alright, I’ll see you tonight at the arena of losers! In the mean time, I’ll tell you where you guys will sleep!

*The group walks over to 4 run-down campers*

Andres: Eugh.. is this where we are sleeping?!

Grace: Soooo not preppy.. >:(

Chris: Hahah, yep. Don’t worry, the guys and girls get their own rooms, however the campers weren’t originally meant to be split into 2 rooms, so It will be REALLY cramped! 

Eddy: Erm.. actually if they were split in half but still stay the same size-

Chris: I DON’T CARE. Anyway, Get some rest before the elimination ceremony tonight, 4th Thing!

Sigita: God, I can’t believe we’re named that..

(It’s night time now, elimination ceremony takes place up on stage, the 7 are sitting in chairs next to chris, while the 3 other teams watch from the audience. The seven up for elimination are:

Dominique, the Social Butterfly,

Dwaeji, the Asiaboo,

Eddy, the Nerdy Band Kid,

Kenny, the Trashy Simp,

Rajiv, the Chill Guy,

Sigita, the Model, and

Wyatt, the Epic Gamer)

Chris: 4th Thing, you’re off to a bad start! Half the team is joke characters!

Wyatt: OH COME ON!

Dwaeji: So not sugoi.. 🥺

Chris: Okay, the votes from you seven have been submitted! If you’re safe, I’ll call your name and give you will get a famous “Golden Chris Award”! The first one safe is..

SIGITA!

*Sigita grabs her award*

DOMINIQUE!

*Dominique sighs of relief*

RAJIV!

Rajiv: Nicee.!

EDDY!

*Eddy does that stupid take the L dance from fortnite to impress Sigita*

KENNY!

Kenny: Aww yeah!!

Chris: the last two without an award. Wyatt and Dwaeji. Wh-

Wyatt: Wait.. we are both safe? Awesomesauce 🤑🤑

Chris: What are you talking about?

Dwaeji: You said both of our names.

Chris: PRETEND I DIDN’T SAY THAT! The one going home tonight is…

*Wyatt sweats mountain dew*

*Dwaeji sweats Jungkook’s tears*

Chris: Dwaeji. Wyatt, you’re here for another night. Seeya Dwaeji! Or should I say, Emily..

Dwaeji: WAIT.. you KNOW?! NOOOO.. nya.. 😖😖 Heh.. I guess I deserve it..:)

Dominique: Sorry Dwaeji, you’re just so.. uh.. enthusiastic.!!

Dwaeji: Whatever! I don’t need you! I don’t need a million dollars! I have my Bakugo body pillow 🥺🥺..

Chris: Well, you might be wondering how you’ll get home, I have..

*A giant robot with a giant hand slides up on a track*

Chris: We have a giant mechanical Will Smith that will slap you home! Have fun!

Dwaeji: Wait.. what?

*The robot starts charging towards Dwaeji, the arm stretching back before rocketing forward*

Eddy: Oh god.. This looks a bit hardcore, doesn’t it?

Chris: Nah.. I don’t think so..

Will Smith Robot: KEEEEEP. MY WIIIIFE’S. NAAAME. OUUUTCHA. FREEEAKING. MOUUTH!!!

*The hand slaps Dwaeji and she goes flying*

Dwaeji: AHHHHH!!

Chris: Haha, good riddance. Welp, there’s 27 left! Who will leave next? I guess we’ll see next time on.. TOTAL! DRAMA! MOVIES!

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Hey everyone! This was the first part to my Total Drama fanseason. It’s definitely interesting.? I’m thinking that if this project get enough support, I’ll let the viewers vote in comments instead of the contestants. If you want that to happen, you could follow, comment, or even just like! I’m not asking for much either, just a few supporting and consistent commenters, I’ll start viewer voting! Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow for the next episode!

[letstrywritingmaybe]

Someone tell me why every time there’s a fake marriage trope in play, they have to get a divorce then get married for real again? I think it’s so stupid! Just have a real vow renewal! Like it became real! Besides I think a wedding isn’t for the couple, it’s an excuse for your loved ones to get together. It’s for them. So who the fuck cares??? Like as long as it’s real to you two then it’s real. Like yes I believe that you probably should break up once or twice, like that happens. This is so stupid. I hate it. This is literally why for my green card verse, I didn’t do this.

Update: so I was trying to do the math and I’m all lost now. So that kid can’t be his, can it??? Like it doesn’t make sense? But they’re very similar… but idk. Could be a coincidence. But it’s a drama so I wouldn’t be surprised. Also I think I have a slight ship preference now… like it’s obvious the main leads will be together cause duh, that’s how dramas work but… I do really root for her ex. I’ve seen other people say stuff about how they hate him and stuff. And yeah he has his flaws (just as the main guy has his), but I feel really bad for how they ended. I truly believe they could’ve been happy and ruled the world together. They were so in love, and he still loves her. Honestly I’m more interested about an AU where she does marry her ex and then she meets the main lead, like what happens here? I will admit to being biased though cause I low key view the two ships through the lens of my own ships in dcmk (very low key okay. It’s nothing alike beyond a love triangle. And the only one I accept is shinshi versus kaishi). It’s just super fascinating to me cause it’s clear she’s better suited with her ex, but I get the whole two sides of the same coin dynamic (an otp must) so I see the appeal of the two leads. Like there isn’t a wrong answer here between the two of them. That being said, the way they do their jobs as lawyers can cause conflict. But I love that they can give each other insights and a different perspective, the support even when they were low key rivals. Now of course I feel bad for the new gf, but also she’s very entitled and bratty but so so relatable. Cause I understand why she feels that way, she’s always going to root for her man and stand by him, so yeah it fucking hurts when you see that he’s still in love with the main girl. I don’t want them to work it out. But not because I don’t like her, I actually don’t mind her. I just like him too much for him to settle, even though it guarantees him a bright and easy future. And yes I believe that it’s better to be loved more than to love more yourself, but idk. I guess I’m biased in having the guy love the girl more always. It’s why I hate ships where the girl is the one putting in all the effort and chasing after/waiting for the guy. You can do better Babe, you’re more than a love interest.

Update: okay so like all dramas, the ending is the shittiest part. Everyone gets their happily ever after and it’s still yay marriage and have kids and shit. Which I like happy endings but when it’s like this it’s unrealistic to me. But whatever you know how it’s gonna end going into it. That being said I really did enjoy watching it for everything else. Still didn’t care for the ship, but I don’t hate it. Gives me some thoughts about my ships for my fandom, so there’s that. Now I gotta finish the stupid summer series book. I swear I’m never reading anything by this author again. I literally read the summary and I was so pissed, I’m sorry not sorry but I fucking hate when the girl has to be with her first love. Like why the fuck is it cool for the guy to fall for someone else first and blah blah blah but not the girl? First love being the only love trope is the fucking worst! I hate it with a passion! Plus the main character is so annoying to me. Ugh and don’t get me started on the character regression. And there so much projecting and ideals in this story and I hate all of it. But again I know I’m not the target audience, so it’s whatever. But yeah I would definitely never recommend this book/trilogy to anyone. I haven’t even touched the last book since reading the summary, and I don’t even wanna read it but I also hate not finishing things. Ugh.

[delicatefaee]

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Guys, i’m so close to ending it all, I’ve recently got accepted into cosmetology school but I’ve got to pay it all off myself. To do that I needed a better job so I quit my retail job and have started working at a restaurant, I was warned that waitresses get hit on, but I assumed it wouldn’t be too often since i’m 18 and look clearly my age. But I was so wrong. I started on the 7th of September and it’s the 22 and I’ve already got so many stories. I’ve gotta report one of my co-workers already.

- day (2) the co-worker they left in charge of training me the day before, told my co-workers he had plans on hitting on me and asking me out cause he thought I was cute.

- day (4) I met a cook I had never spoken with and he casually flirted with me saying “who’s the cute new girl?”

- day (5) a wrinkly old guy asked who I was since he was a regular and didn’t recognize me. He said “well you’re a real cute one I can tell you’ll be one of my favorites” and hugged me??? Like out of nowhere. Then I led him to his table and he said “i’ll move my chair like this so I can watch you work” and winked at me. Then I was cleaning tables around him, and he asked me to clean a table that was fully cleaned and he goes “make sure you bend over when you clean it.” He also was sure to hug me when he was getting ready to leave.

- day (10) some guy came in finally someone my age, and was asking about the prize we had for the coloring contest I told him I didn’t know cause I was new. And he was like “huh feels like, something they should tell you on the first day” then on the computer right by the entrance my name is shown on a tab right before you order to-go food. He saw it and asked if it was my name to which I told him it was and he goes “they sure got you on the menu fast, I guess it’s cause they knew you’d be a hit”

- day (11) two drunks cornered me and were asking me so many questions about myself and kept being like “come party with us pleaseeee” and then I’d proceed to ignore them to do my job. And i’d go to put the bar cups in the strainer where they go which was right where they were sitting and they’d lean on me and go “heyyy get outta my space cutie” and one of them tried to get me to follow him to his car in which I got my manger to come and deal with.

- day (13) a doordash guy came in and I was helping him with his order and he goes “your so soft spoken compared to others here, it’s charming” and I was like “oh thank you” and he was like “I think i’m gonna start to really like you” and kept trying to talk to me when I just wanted him to take the order and go.

- day (14) my co-worker who’s definitely older then me, asked my age. After I told him he told me I was incredibly cute. I said thanks thinking he was just being friendly cause he had been pretty friendly up till that point and always said “Hi” to me whenever I entered the kitchen. Cause he’s a chef and is always back there. But then as I was leaving he goes “you know I think i’ve fallen for you tonight” I was “uh okay—“ and left.

- day (15) today. The same guy asked me to meet him by the fridge in the corner, I did and he told me there was something about me that stood out to him and that I was super cute. I thanked him again and for the whole rest of the night whenever I made eye contact he’d wink, smile, or tell me i’m cute. He then proceeded to tell our co-workers that he was planning on making me “his” and as I walked by him he goes “thats MY girl-“ than whenever he’d yell at my co-workers he’d come up to me and go “you know i’m not usually mean”

But i’m in the best relationship of my damn life. And i’m young. I’m not interested in any of these people and I never will be. It’s driving me up the wall and making me so uncomfortable. If anybody has any tips on how to get it to stop lemme know. And if you wanna hear more stories lemme know! I’ll let you guys know as they happen.

Some people would take it as a compliment I personally feel insulted cause none of these people know me. Which is just proof all they like is my face. Instead of a “hey I wanna date you, get to know you, take you on dates” etc what I feel like when they act like that is “I wanna have s*x with you.” Which is so disgusting. My boyfriend about to come in and beat up these people.

[insanelylala23-blog]

I’m doing a little better now. I know I’ll be fine. Dating in your 30s is so discouraging especially as a widow. Like I know what I want, I’ve experienced real healthy authentic love before because I’ve been successfully married. It only ended because he died. So I come with the full package and understanding and when I meet someone and click really well and have a lot in common and want to take our time. It’s all great. And then all of a sudden it’s not. Oh they like me, but after one month they’re not in love yet. Ummm it’s only been a month!!?? That’s not enough time for a real love to just happen. We haven’t scratched the surface. But that’s the reason you give up? After a month? That’s not real love. Real love takes taking your walls down, talk on a deeper level, truly open up about emotions and feelings. A month is not enough time to truly connect for there to be love! Stop chasing a spark that you’ll never get. Or when you do get it, you think you’re in love but the relationship always fails! Stop repeating your bad dating habits onto people who are looking for the real thing. It’s so discouraging to date knowing that there are people out there doing that and not doing the inner work it takes to not hurt people. I’m always working to better myself even after everything I’ve been thru. I’m tired of encountering people who need inner work and refuse to work on it. They don’t have the capacity to date authentically and with purpose. They’re lying to themselves and hurting others in the process. Quit looking for validation and start loving yourself!

I can say proudly that I’m ok being alone. I was super depressed after my last dating attempt but I don’t have the anxiety I used to about being alone. I don’t feel the need to chase or date. Will I date? Eventually. Because of the last guy to hurt me, I know I’m not emotionally available to open up to someone new. I not gonna try to date and waste their time when I know I can’t be emotionally available. I date with a purpose. I’ll eventually try again. But I’ve reached a point where I’m okay if I’m alone.

[dahliasanddimples]

Day 15!!!! It’s been over two weeks and I’m not hurting for you anymore. Sometimes I feel like I have nothing to say and maybe I don’t. I don’t went through all the emotions, heart broken, sad, mad, miss you again to being just okay. Day 15. You really broke up with me on Pi day. Fucking March 14th. It’s been over two weeks and I feel empty at the moment. I don’t feel sad or mad and I’m so happy that I just don’t feel sad (at this moment). It really does just come in waves. Sometimes I won’t miss you at all and then randomly I’ll just miss you. Even just a little bit.

I think break ups are good for people bc it builds character. My first break up with my favorite ex was the absolute WORST omg. Maybe bc it was also this feeling of not wanting you, being cheated on and then not caring lmao. Damn. I remember being at Target and just looking at the Armour drink and almost crying randomly at target. That was his favorite drink, that’s how much of effect he had on me. And maybe I miss him bc he WAS a genuinely nice guy.

I don’t miss you (right now) and so I don’t have much to say.

I’m excited for me though. I’m excited for these plans, I’m blessed to be blessed, really. God really has my back and this is why I have to be a good person. I tried scamming and it’s lowkey back firing on me. Even if I wanted to be a hoe I consciously couldn’t even do it 😫 I wanna be a hoe so bad but I can’t lol but I should be. I’m excited bc I’m unknowingly transforming myself. I unknowingly got a new wardrobe.. kinda. Kinda a new style. Getting extensions and getting colored contacts. Been at the gym semi consistently and been eating not too bad. Like it’s really bouta be hot girl summer. FR FRRRRR. And it’s weird bc you actually have never seen me in a dress? That’s crazy lol it’s cute that you wanted to see me in one. Don’t catch me in a summer dress this summer bc you REALLY bouta miss me. I wanna get back on social just so you can see me like wait. Damn. But I’m not ready yet. Not mentally at least. And you’re not ready for that. You would probably die if you saw me lol a part of me is still day dreaming that we’ll run into each other and you’re like daayymmmmm. But that means I’m not over you. If I do things with you in mind, if I do things for you, essentially for you, then I’m not over you.

I just wanna be healed. I just wanna be back to the old me where men weren’t on my mind and I loved being single. I’m close, but not there yet. It’s like I used to play with guys emotions but I can’t even talk to one yet. I have this vision of me being held by a guy who’s tall, with broad shoulders, kinda husky. And it’s this safe hug full of love, like the type of hug you can just feel, like a chemistry, where you feel it in your soul. Sigh. I’m talkin bout realllll looooveeee. Someone who’s been through the bitches and knows a real one when he meets one. Someone who’s scared to lose me. Someone who wants to be a man. Someone who meets me and automatically thinks, she’s gonna be my wife, and we’re gonna have an amazing family together. Someone who wants to be an amazing dad, a father. Someone who WANTS to be a father. Someone who wants to start a family. Someone who wants to travel. Someone who wants to have fun, just us two. Bc that’s all it takes, just the two of us, having fun, being engaging. Someone who likes to do activities. Someone who in a letterman type jacket vibe putting his arm around me and just me cuddled up perfectly underneath him. Like low lights city nights type thing. Like college but obvi young adult. Like me in heels and he’s still tall enough but not too tall. 6’4 is too tall. 6’3 is too tall. I think a man between 6’1 and 6’2 is Perfect. Broad shoulders. Like THAT man. Like I’m cute and boujie and he’s a well put together from the streets man. Manifesting Manifesting and absolutely (day) dreaming. Like on some cute type of shit!!! Like he KNOWS he’s that man. Just like I KNOW I’m that bitch. Like on some real cute cute cute CUTE shit you know. Like walks in front of me, walks on the outside of side walks, always opens the door for me, even if it’s just the car door. Someone who can see me, values me and knows how rare I am. Someone who knows my worth and can see that you know. Like someone who can see me and know I really am different, like I really should be treated like a Princess. SIIGGHHHHHH. Someone who’s a hard worker. I feel like he’s out there looking for me too honestly. But how do we find each other? Bc it’s not at my gym and it’s not at the grocery store. Or is it? At the grocery store? Hmmm. I just know it’s not you. You’re not that man that’s for sure. And I just have to remind myself that the more I think about you, the more I’m blocking my blessings. The faster I heal, the more I focus on myself, the more blessings will come my way. I was blind before but now I can see a little better. Like I can see but I don’t have my glasses on quite yet. Still healing, and I don’t wanna rush it. Sigh. I guess just enjoying these feelings and actually feeling them.

Day 15. Over two weeks already. They say it takes 30 days to break a habit. And you were a bad habit. Half way there ❤️

[littlelordfuckler0y]

Klaus mikealson x reader Instagram au 5 [masterlist]

dam0nsalvat0re Y/n the entire time we (me mostly) tried telling her about the original nut job:

@unofficialenzo HAHAHAHAHHAHA GOOD ONE

@stefaNN18 Not funny Damon…

@dam0nsalvat0re It’s a joke come on

@bonboniee too soon!

@yourusrname It’s alright—he was right so I guess…

@gilbertelenaaaaa It gets better alr? :/

@yourusrname I know!!! it’s fine really

@carebarre can you even try to be A LITTLE sensitive???

@dam0nsalvat0re That’s exactly what I’m doing! I’m joking about it so she doesn’t cry about their breakup all the time! That’s me being sensitive!!!

@carebarre I have no words

yourusrname Well just me again

@stefaNN18 Why don’t you stay over at ours for a few days?

@yourusrename I seriously don’t mind being alone but thank you mom

@unofficialenzo Ah the Great Depression…

@gilbertelenaaaa I’m coming over

@carebarre Twilight marathon?

@bonboniee GIRLS NIGHT IT IS

@dam0nsalvat0re Are you for real??? You could be out drinking your liver off meeting new people and you’re still dreading?

@yourusrname you’re right….

dam0nsalvat0re no one knows how to deal with a break up better than a Salvatore best friend (steffan excluded)

@bonbonnnie Y/n??????? She didn’t pick up any calls she wasn’t responding to any texts and you didn’t answer either?

@dam0nsalvat0re Oh yeah I took her phone away so she doesn’t drunk call anyone in particular 👍🏼

@unofficialenzo I was the sober company…for 20 minutes

@gilbertelenaaaa THANK GOD she’s alive

@carebear_ WHERE THE HELL DID YOU TAKE HER?

@yourusrame you stupid fucking moron I woke up on a footpath this morning

@dam0nsalvat0re I dropped you home?

@yourusrname you dropped me two blocks down my home ON THE FOOTPATH

@dam0nsalvat0re At least you’re not sad anymore look how happy you look in the photo

@yourusrname I was high. On some really really really really really low quality coke.

@stefaNN18 I am cool with break ups stop lying

@dam0nsalvat0re oh yeah playing monopoly and going to bed at 11 instead of 10 is a great time

@unofficialenzo Don’t forget the self help book suggestions

yourusername Under the same moon I guess

@gilbertelenaaaa you’re going to be okay❤️

@carebear_ We’re going to find you someone MUCH better alright?

@dam0nsalvat0re Dear god you’re STILL not over it ???? Do you want to go for a party somewhere again??

@carebear_ It doesn’t work like that and ABSOLUTELY NOT

@yourusrname Yeah I think I’m gonna pass this time

@bonbonnnie Girls night?

@yourusrname Please yes🥲

@gilbertelenaaa omw

@stefaNN18 Can I tag along? I’m actually cool don’t listen to Damon please I need to make sure you guys are alive by the end of the night

@yourusrname I don’t mind it sure :)

klaus.mikealson. Perhaps it was too good to last. Goodbye, Mystic Falls.

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HI HI sorry yes it’s been a long time since I’ve posted and there’s so many people in my inbox telling me to continue so here it is I promise I’ll post more frequently 😭

Sorry if this ep’s sad or whatever it’ll turn around dw

Drink water and stay hydrated mwah <33

Tags🏷 @lavendercloxds

[h0rnyshakespeare]

warm summer days with you

Request: hi hi! so the other day I went to the beach and I had this crappy experience where some guy flirted with me and I was super uncomfortable. I was wearing this really cute bikini I had bought and I felt really happy until he approached me and I was wondering if you could pretty please write a jealous/protective bakugou x fem reader one shot for me where they go to a date on the beach 🥺 and they’re having fun until someone flirts with the reader. It’s okay if you don’t I understand :) !

anyways thank you in advance! please be sure to drink plenty of water and practice some self care <3 !! Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x fem!reader Genre: kinda angsty but there’s fluff!! Warnings: there’s a creepy guy (he says some slightly sexual things but nothing too explicit) who hits on reader, obviously :’D

Word count: 719

A/N: hey hey! Tysm for requesting :) I’m so sorry it took a while😓 it sucks that you had to go through that anon, some people are just really crappy- I’m sure you looked amazing tho🥺❤️I hope this makes you feel better<3 and you too! Don’t forget to drink water and take care of yourself!!

You stared at yourself in the mirror; the new bikini you’d gotten accentuated your body. You felt confident- today was going to be a day to enjoy. 

Smiling to yourself, you exited the bathroom. Your bare feet left faint indents in the warm sand as you made your way to where your boyfriend was sitting. Sensing your presence, Bakugou looked up to meet your gaze. His jaw went slack. “Hey you,” you beamed, sitting next to him, basking in the sun.  Bakugou coughed, his face turning red. “You… you look fucking amazing,” he muttered, unable to take his eyes off of you. You giggled at his flustered expression. “Aww, thank you baby, you look pretty amazing yourself,” you said before placing a soft kiss on his cheek. 

You and your boyfriend had decided to spend a day at the beach as summer was nearing; it was a clear, cloudless, sunny day, and you’d been excited to visit the ocean, its sapphire waves mirroring the sky above. It also helped that you were wearing a new bikini you’d gotten when you went shopping with Mina and Jirou the other day- in short, you felt beautiful.

Plus, it didn’t hurt that going to the beach gave you a free pass to ogle your shirtless boyfriend. 

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” said boyfriend smirked, catching your stare. You rolled your eyes. “Why would I need a picture when I have the real thing?” Bakugou chuckled, standing up. 

“I’m gonna go get us some ice cream. Be right back.” “I’ll come with you, hold up!” you said, scrambling as you attempted to get up as well. “Nah, there’s a long queue. Just relax, you’ve been working hard,” your boyfriend said, his tone firm. You sighed, knowing that he wouldn’t budge. Katsuki had a very aggressive way of showing affection- although you did love him for that. He was constantly reminding you to take breaks when you needed them, to drink enough water and he made sure you never skipped the meals he prepared for you. 

The thought made you smile. “Okay,” you said, watching him leave as you leaned back on your arms, shutting your eyes as you felt the warm sun kissing your skin lightly. 

Your day was going so well, naturally, something had to go wrong. 

“Hey there, beautiful. What’s a pretty thing like you doing at the beach all alone?” a voice drawled from behind you. Your skin crawled. You turned to see a man staring unabashedly at you, his eyes raking your figure. You swallowed. 

“I’m actually not alone, I came with my boyfriend,” you stated shortly, your tone indicating that the conversation was over. You stood abruptly and began to walk towards the direction you’d seen Katsuki go, your eyes desperately scanning everywhere for him. 

Unfortunately, it seemed this guy could not (or would not) take the hint. 

“Aww c’mon, don’t be like that doll. Come have fun with me instead.”

You glared at him before saying, “Please leave me alone. You’re making me uncomfortable.” The guy’s expression darkened. “I was only giving you a compliment, doll. Don’t be rude,” he said, beginning to lightly run his fingers up and down your arm. 

You froze. 

“You look so good in this cute little outfit of yours, I bet you’d look even better without it,” he continued. Before he could move any closer to you, a strong punch knocked him off of you onto the ground, followed by the sound of explosions.  You gasped as you saw your boyfriend’s murderous expression as he stared down at the creep. “This shithead bothering you, babe?”

You tugged on his arm before he could do anything worse to the guy. “Katsuki- Katsuki, it’s okay. I’m okay, let’s- let’s just get outta here,” you whispered, frantically. Katsuki turned his head to look at you, his eyes softening. “Okay. As long as you’re alright.”

The two of you drove back home to cuddle under your favourite blanket and watch a “shitty movie or something” (in Katsuki’s words). His hand rubbed up and down your arm gently, removing any trace of that creep’s touch. You snuggled in his arms, feeling safe, warm and loved. “Thank you for today,” you said quietly. He kissed your forehead wordlessly, holding you until you fell asleep in his arms.

[damn-stark]

Ch.13 Let’s be heroes. Again

Chapter 13 of Strange

A/N- it’s gonna be a ride :) and definitely don’t listen to Mary by Big Thief

Warning- Angst, swearing, FLUFF!! Talks of murder and death, grief and guns, just sweet wholesome makeout scene.

Pairing- Steve Harrington x Hopper!fem-reader

Episode- 4x02, 4x03 (half)

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The dream always starts off the same every night; you’re with Steve and Eleven, you see Joyce and Bauman walking out, but rather than having your father missing, he walks out talking to some old Military friend.

When you and your sister walk out of the ambulance to meet up with him, he spots you both and meets you halfway to take you in for a big group embrace, making sure neither of you feel left out. He kisses the top of your heads and whispers a nickname he’s adapted to the both of you now. “My little valentines.”

If someone were to ask to describe how he smells like, you’d be able to name every scent from the top of your head; sweat, blood, cigarettes, but under that lays his unique smell, cigarettes of course, cheap man cologne, pinecones and wood. It’s so comforting now when he’s gone.

When he pulls away he has his hands on your shoulders and takes a minute to check on the both of you. Eleven didn’t get any more physical injuries but he sees the bright red bruise around your throat and quickly worries. “What happened?”

“The guy you warned me about, the one from the diner,” you let him know. “You were right, he was bad news.” You scoff in amusement but neither of them find it so amusing.

“My fault,” Eleven interjects out of guilt. “I couldn't help her when she needed me. She helped me and she got hurt.” More tears stream down her cheeks, but you quickly turn to assure her without any complaint.

“No, it wasn’t your fault, it was just the monster. You tried, that's all that matters, I don’t blame you.”

Hopper would smile at the interaction, at his daughters comforting one another. He'd be proud.

“You,” Eleven then focused back on him. “Are you okay?” She’d grab his face to look at the blood better.

“Nothing some painkillers won’t help,” he’d tried to comfort the both of you. “And a good night's rest.” He’d cup your cheeks and smile a soft smile that made you cry and spill out the truth you had withheld for later but seemed right to say now.

“I forgive you, you know that dad,” you swallow thickly and muster a wobbly smile. “I was scared I’d never see either of you again today, I can’t go on not telling you. I’m sorry for being so mean, I’m sorry for being such a bad daughter.” You cry and he quickly hugs you tightly, he’d whisper something, but that’s where the dream always ended, you’d wake up in California, in the darkness of your room.

The tears stopped spilling after a while, but the disappointment that your dream isn’t real, that you now have to live without saying that you forgive him never leaves your heart. It’s why it’s easy getting angry at him for breaking his promise to you, for leaving again, because of guilt.

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“Okay, wait, wait, where are you planning to stay for the week?” Steve finally asks you. “You,” he begins to suggest with a smirk and his eyebrows raised as he walks over to you by the desk inside the back room. “Want to stay with me? I mean my parents won’t care anymore.”

You grab onto the edge of the desk and tilt your head with a smile decorating your features. “Well, I don’t know, I agreed to stay with Robin already.”

“I mean,” Steve sighs, “yeah, sure out of respect for the Chief, may he Rest In Peace….”

Your smile falters and you blink.

“…but come on, you’re eighteen, almost nineteen, I think it’s more than alright, I give you permission.”

You snort and narrow your eyes. “Are you my daddy now or something?”

Steve rests his hands beside yours, letting his body hover over yours and letting his eyes hold yours while he offers you a sly grin. “I absolutely can be your daddy, it says so on the mug!”

You look into his eyes as you stay quiet for a few seconds before you burst out laughing. Steve of course rolls his eyes and instantly shoots you a remark. “Oh come on, really?! You know…” he scoffs and pushes himself back. “I’m done. I’m done. I can’t even flirt with you without having you laugh.”

“What?” You exclaim. “It’s funny, Steve! Come on! I think laughter is the greatest form of intimacy. I…love that you can make me laugh.” You push yourself off from the desk and walk over to him to grab him by the collar of his shirt and pull him back to where you were. “I’ll stay with you if it’s really okay. I wanted to since the beginning but I didn’t want to ruin the surprise. I’ll let Robin know.”

Steve smiles at you and tilts his head to continue talking. “Good, I didn’t trust the two of you together.”

“Oh,” you breathe out, “why not? You scared she’s going to win me over with her funny jokes, or her boobies?” You laugh.

“Both….Yeah, both.”

“Don’t worry,” you tell him as you wrap your arms around his neck and he grabs you by the waist. “As funny as Robin is, you will always be funnier to me. Besides, I….” You pause and want to tell him what you feel, what’ve you held yourself back from saying, but everytime, every single time you want to utter the words to him or anyone else….a memory from a few years ago, one from eight months ago re-emerges, it haunts you and makes it impossible for you to utter those three simple yet meaningful words.

“….I think,” you chose to say instead, “your hair alone out beats her boobies everytime.” You shrug. “Just saying.”

Steve brushes his hair back and hums. “Yeah, I can see why, it’s a killer with the ladies.”

“Is it?” You press him. “Well they have not seen what’s underneath your shirt,” you smirk and bounce your eyebrows. “I love the hair on the chest too,” you whisper. “Or how incredibly sappy you—”

“Shut up and just kiss me already,” Steve cuts you off and leans in to kiss you, but right as he pressed his lips against yours the door slammed open.

“Hey!” He instantly snapped back as he swung his head in the door's direction. “Knock! Knock!”

“Steve, no, I don’t care! We need to—” the familiar voice you instantly recognized as Dustin’s pauses to quickly change the subject. “Hey, who the hell are you with?! You better not be—”

You poke your head past Steve’s arm and shoot Dustin a smile that cuts him off and makes him smile widely.

“Y/N!” He exclaims with glee. “You’re here!”

“I’m here!” You shout and push Steve’s arm away to walk over to Dustin and do your non-complicated handshake. “How are you doing?”

“Right now,” he scoffs and places his hands on his hips, “not good, definitely not good. It’s a good thing you’re here actually, we need the entire team for this.”

Your smile slowly falls but you manage to add a tightlipped smile and a nervous breathless chuckle. “For what?” You ask nervously, knowing what Hawkins liked to throw at you from time to time.

“Something that could be incredibly dangerous,” Dustin strains.

You scoff and really want this to be a joke, you really wish it would only be a fucking joke…

But of course it isn’t, or really that’s what Max and Dustin tried to convince you when they said that there's a possibility that someone didn’t kill the high school student from the news, someTHING else did. Something that made the lights flicker in Max’s house more than usual and got Dustin’s friend, Eddie so terrified that he just ran out of his own house.

“And just to make this perfectly clear,” you really try to make things clear. “You guys think that something sinister is behind this murder because the lights flickered and Eddie ran out?”

Dustin looks over from the computer and shoots you a pointed glare before he snaps back at you. “You don’t believe us? Why don’t you believe us?”

You shrug and lean back on the counter with your arms over your chest. “I don’t know maybe because sometimes, some events don’t have to have some sinister motive,” you imply. “Sometimes people can be shit for no reason. There doesn’t need to be some other reason behind it. Your friend Eddie could just be a killer. He was so scared of what he did that he ran out. Look at Ted Bundy, I mean he had friends, people would say he’s a nice guy, but look what happened.”

“She’s got a point,” Steve backs you up.

“No, I know that,” Max further tries to convince you and the others. “But if he was a killer then why run? Why not hide the body?”

“Between me and you four, Eddie is a…” you lean your head forward and whisper. “A drug dealer, he deals to people at school. He could’ve been high, got paranoid and ran. Easy.”

Dustin eyebrows furrow and he fully turns around on the chair to probe. “Yeah, and how do you know that?”

You smirk and shrug, choosing to leave that unanswered and continue. “All I’m saying is, Eddie is like, a super super senior, he’s weird, and well there's a real possibility this was just a simple tragic small town murder. Nothing we can do about it.”

Dustin scoffs and rebuttals sharply. “Well I’m telling you Eddie would never do this. You’re judging him before you can even know him. It’s not fair. It seems spending too much time in the sun fried your brain.”

You blink and part your lips, feeling your face fall from surprise at the angry and annoyed tone of Dustin’s voice.

“Hey!” Steve interjects in your defense.

“Let’s just talk to him,” Max directs at you in a much kinder voice. “See what he has to say. Could be just what you’re saying, or something else. We can’t know if we don’t talk to him, so….could you help us? I know you came for vacation but if it’s nothing it’s just one day wasted.”

You draw in a deep breath and share a quick look with Robin and Steve before you exhale and give her your answer without even trying to think about it, because the truth is, you really can’t say no to them. “Fine. Fine, but if I am right, I’ll gloat.”

With a bit of dread, you slowly pull yourself away from the counter and help them call Eddie’s friends for any possible clue about where he’d be. But, if you have to be honest you really didn’t help them that much, you tried! You really actually tried, but well there was a distraction that would drift your attention away from time to time.

“You come here often?” Steve messed around with you from in front of the counter since he had been attending the customers while Robin made calls.

You push your sunglasses up and offer him a sweet smile as you reply in a sweet voice. “Well I try to, you see, there's this cute guy that works here, he’s got a killer smile and very nice hair.” You begin to trace circles on the countertop with your finger and smirk. “I’m just too shy to take things further; and what if he’s a douche who’s just messing with me? I’ve had my fair share with assholes so, what do you think I should do? Should I go with it? Or should I run the other way?”

Steve leans in and answers you a bit cocky. “I say you should go with it, who knows this guy might, I don’t know, be the complete opposite of a douche and want to, I don’t know, take things further with you too.”

A grin slowly spreads on your lips and just before you could add something else Max cuts you off, causing Steve to grumble, “Godammit.”

“Hey, guys, I might have found a lead,” Max shares with the group, making you turn around to face her with your elbows propped on the counter and your hands hanging off the edge.

“Seriously?” Dustin says with excitement.

“Yeah,” Max confirms and continues. “Apparently, Eddie gets drugs from some guy named Reefer Rick, and sometimes Eddie crashes there.”

“That sounds promising.” Robin interjects, “where does Reefer Rick live?”

“See, that’s the thing. No one knows. He’s more of a…a legend than someone that people actually know.”

“What about a last name?” Dustin questions Max.

“I don’t know that either,” she admits.

“Bet the cops know the last name,” Steve adds as he’s putting things away.

You scoff, “what?”

“Cops. I mean, listen, if this Reefer Rick is actually a drug dealer, I guarantee you he’s been busted at some point. Means he’s in the system.” Steve explains while he returns to the spot he was before.

Dustin gets up from his seat and repeats in kind of a rude manner, “the cops? Really, Steve? That’s your suggestion?”

Steve shrugs and continues to further explain his suggestion. “I think they should be filled in with on what we know, what’s going on.”

You fix your stance and can’t help but nod along. That though, gets you a glare from Dustin.

“You think Eddie’s guilty, don’t you?” Dustin directs at Steve and pushes you aside to confront Steve closer.

“Whoa, whoa.” Steve protests. “I believe in innocent until proven guilty, all that constitutional shit. I just, you know think y/n’s right, and” he claps his hands and begins to rub them together. “I just don’t think we can rule it out.”

“That’s precisely what we’re trying to do here, Steve,” Max rebuttals him.

“And maybe,” Dustin bounces off Max. “We’d have a little bit more luck if you spent less time giggling, flirting and gazing into your girlfriend’s eyes and more time trying to find Eddie.”

You scrunch your eyebrows together and quip, “hey!”

They ignore you and Steve tries to defend himself instead. “Well first, it’s my girlfriend's first day back, okay, I missed her. And second, I’m also working because someone has to attend to the customers.”

“Especially if they’re babes, right?” Robin teases and looks between Steve and you to shoot a wink.

“Hey, no, not true,” he points at you and then focuses back on the group. “I'm in a committed and loving relationship, I don’t even look at girls. I attend to all the customers equally, babes and non-babes alike. We got a very big selection in here, okay. It can be super overwhelming for people.”

Robin pushes herself away from the counter as she agrees with Steve almost breathlessly. “Yeah, it can be.” She turns and sits in front of the computer, getting an immediate interrogating question from Max.

“What are you doing?”

“She’s just joking, you know that right,” Steve tries to assure you in a whisper as he leans towards you. “I don’t even look at anyone in any way. I don’t—”

“Steve,” you interrupt him. “I know, I trust you.” You offer him a smile before you walk up behind Robin and Max to look at the computer screen with them.

“Maybe we don’t need a last name,” Robin begins to explain as she types quickly and ends it with one last loud tap that makes different accounts begin to pop up on the blue screen. “Twelve Ricks have accounts here.”

“That’s a lot of Ricks,” Max muses.

“So,” Robin continues and taps on more keys. “Let’s narrow it down. Rick Alderman’s latest rentals are Annie and Dumbo. What are the chances our drug dealer has a family?” She turns her head to direct her question at Max; who quickly turns her down.

“Not likely.”

Robin then continues to tap on more keys that brings on more information. “All right. Rick Conroy. Sixteen Candles, Teen Wolf, and Romancing the Stone.”

You all disagree at the same time so she continues.

“Okay. Rick Joiner. Mask, Footloose, and Grease.”

The other three disagree but you simply just express, “meh, maybe.”

They all look at you and you look at them and shrug. “What? I mean we can’t judge right? People have different tastes.”

Dustin shakes his head and just mutters, “I highly doubt a drug dealer watches Footloose.”

You shrug again and mumble, “don’t judge.”

“Just ignore her,” Steve interrupts your argument to let Robin continue.

“Rick Kimbrough. The Blue Lagoon and Splash.”

Steve and Dustin laugh and Max answers, “definitely not.”

“Okay,” Robin continues with another account. “Rick Lipton. Fast Times at Ridgemont High. Cheech & Chong’s Next Movie. Cheech & Chong’s Nice Dreams and Cheech & Chong’s up in Smoke.”

Dustin chuckles and finally comes to a conclusion. “Bingo.”

“Lipton?” You query and lean in closer towards the screen.

“Spelled like the tea.” Robin explains. “2121 Holland Road.”

“That’s out by Lovers Lake.” Dustin points out.

“Middle of nowhere,” Max adds on.

Robin grins and agrees with pride. “It’s a perfect place to hide.”

Without further deliberating, Robin and Steve wait for the customers inside to leave the store so you could all leave and drive out to the address given.

“Oh my gosh,” you grin as you bring up a suggestion. “Can I drive?!”

Steve opens the driver's door and stops to look over at you with his arm on the top. “No. You can not.”

“What?” You quickly quip. “Why not? Joyce has been teaching me! And need I say! She’s an excellent and patient teacher, and I like to think I’m pretty good now!” You drum your fingers on the car roof and shoot him a grin and bat your eyelashes. “Please!”

Steve pretends to think about it but gives you the same answer. “Nope, but here, you can pick the music.”

It’s not what you wanted but it’ll work, so you get in the passenger seat and it doesn't take long at all to pick the first song—“Are you ready, Steve?” You tell Steve as you insert the cassette with a very nonchalant expression on your face.

Steve puts his own sunglasses on, and when he’s about to reverse out of the parking spot he meets your own gaze, covered by sunglasses and nods with his own face expressing nonchalance. “Uh-huh. Put it.”

“Oh god,” Dustin groans in disgust. “Please stop.”

You press play and the song instantly starts, letting Steve turn it up once he’s out of the parking lot.

“They’re so annoying,” Dustin complains over the music loud enough that Steve and you catch him.

And that only ends up making Steve and you look at each other to share a grin before he turns up the music louder so you both could jam out together a lot more chaotically, just to annoy Dustin.

*LATER THAT DAY*

Yeah, sure this freaky house by this eerie lake isn’t creepy whatsoever. Definitely does not scream out danger in any single way….

Damn, why does it have to happen this week. This is all shit.

You turn your flashlight away from the tree line and flash the bright light on the front door instead since Dustin has no hesitance whatsoever alerting the potential murderer you’re here.

“Okay,” Steve says after Dustin repeatedly keeps hitting the doorbell since no one was reacting inside. “Well, that’s settled. I guess he’s not here.”

Dustin then continues to repeatedly knock on the window and shout out, “Eddie! It’s Dustin!”

You huff out in annoyance and mumble, “great.”

Dustin continues to try and lure his friend out very loudly so you just choose to leave that annoying scene to slowly wander off on your own, even if this place gave you the complete chills, especially the small shed near the house. That especially grew goosebumps on your arm; but yet, you still slowly treaded towards it with your light shining in your hand.

“Hey, guys!” You call out for the others' attention when you stop just a few feet away from the shed that had a single light shining over the door, all scary like.

“Won’t hurt to check, right?” You suggest to the group when you know they’re behind you. “I mean we’re already out here.”

Steve sighs and pushes past you to lead the group forward. You don’t falter behind him, but Dustin makes sure to break you guys away so he could walk on ahead. And once you reach the metal shed, you only grow more wary when your light shines through small holes that appear to be made out of bullets.

“Hmm,” you hum and stroke your hand over the hole. “Bullet holes.” You peer over your shoulder and see Steve slowly pass you by, catching the same thing—“Not at all strange,” you murmur to him.

Steve quietly hums in agreement and points his head forward so you’d follow them towards the door, however, rather than following behind him you break off from the group that slowly stepped inside so you can continue to search the outside of the shed. Sure, there was nothing but dirt, twigs, trees and more dirt but well your curiosity got the best of you, and well who knows, Eddie could be hiding outside.

Or in the water…

You flash the light over the water but see nothing besides the gleam of your own light; so you tread on ahead, hearing the mumbles of your friends inside and then catching a wooden panels on the ground that was partially covered by dry leaves.

“Hmm.”

First, you make sure that no one unknown is behind before you crouch down, next you push all the leaves away and see that it's a wooden hatch, and that it’s closed with a rusted lock. Now, it isn’t your business, but locked things are sometimes important, and well their is a potential murderer around so you do the only logical thing and break the lock with end of your flashlight; it creates some noise, but between your lights and Dustin’s screaming earlier, anyone around is already alerted of your presence, and well, you aren’t disappointed by the shotgun inside even considering the noise.

Which is why you pick up the dusty shotgun to check it out with a partial sly grin.

Yet, neverthefuckingless! The shotgun has no bullets inside or within the hatch that was actually some kind of additional storage unit, great!

“Just fucking—”

As you’re about to finish your complaint the sound of twigs snapping behind you steals your attention. You freeze out of fear and slowly position the gun in your hand to push yourself up and spin around to face the noise, yet nothing was there, at least not when you turned. You try to keep searching between the trees but nothing. It was nothing.

Fuck.

You draw in a deep breath and when you’re about to exhale, the sound of people shrieking and screaming in terror traps your breath in your lungs and steals your attention towards the shed. You want—hope it was just your friends getting scared by something stupid they found, but you then hear Dustin yell something that contradicts that.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, Eddie! Eddie! Stop!”

You glance back at the shotgun, and even if you have no bullets you hang onto the gun and turn to rush towards the door. The only reason why you slow down and turn off your flashlight is to sneak inside as you keep hearing that they’re distracted trying to calm Eddie down from probably trying to kill someone—just based on how panicked Dustin sounds.

“Eddie! Eddie! It’s me! It’s Dustin! This is Steve. He’s not gonna hurt you, right, Steve?”

At the sound of that comment you put your flashlight away and properly hold the shotgun to sneak past the door with a bit more haste. And as soon as you’re able to catch what’s going on, you notice Eddie pinning Steve to a wall with something pointed at his throat.

“Steve, why don’t you drop the oar?” Dustin commands, and Steve listens, however when the oar hits the ground Eddie just presses the weapon closer to Steve’s throat, making him groan and making your annoyance with Dustin heighten. It’s just, why does he bother not listening to you, of course Eddie’s dangerous, it doesn’t matter how much Dustin knows him.

“He’s cool. He’s cool,” Dustin continues to try and calm Eddie down, but that’s when you have had enough and push past Robin with the gun raised.

“Hey, asshole,” you sneer at Eddie without showing the fear you currently felt as you saw how close the knife was to Steve’s throat.

The young long haired man instantly snapped his eyes towards you and seemed to fix his grip around the knife.

“Drop the weapon or I'll put a bullet through you.” You warn him and pump the shotgun even if it’s empty, and that only makes Eddie’s eyes pierce furiously on you and forces Dustin to calm you down now too.

“No, no, y/n! Put the shotgun down!” Dustin tries to lower the gun for you but you slap his hand away and take a step closer.

“Let. Go.” You warn Eddie through gritted teeth as you keep holding his glare.

“What are you doing here?” Eddie asks in what sounds to be a shaky voice, but that emotion is barely heard.

“We’re looking for you.” Dustin answers him and steps beside you.

“We’re here to help.” Robin tries to assure him before Dustin continues.

“Eddie…”

Said man finally slides his eyes away from you and your shotgun to look at Dustin.

“…these are my friends. You know Robin, from band.” Dustin points back to said girl who imitates a trumpet sound. “And you know Y/N, you know, Chief Hopper’s daughter, remember,” he giggles nervously and points at you too, “Chief’s princess.”

You huff out in response and keep the shotgun pointed at Eddie.

“This is my friend Max.” Dustin finally points at the red head behind him. “The one who never wants to play D&D. Eddie, we’re on your side. I swear on my mother. Right, guys? Y/N?!”

You slowly roll your head to the side and just narrow your glare on Eddie when he keeps glancing back at you.

“Yes. Yes,” Max backed Dustin up nervously. “We swear.”

“On Dustin’s mother,” Robin interjects.

“Yeah,” Steve stammers to say too, “Dustin’s…Dustin’s mother.”

“Tell her to put the shotgun down,” Eddie directed at Dustin whilst his eyes drifted back to Steve.

“You put that knife down first,” you remark sharply.

Eddie looks back at you and he challenges your glare for a few tense seconds that keep your heart pounding and start to make your hands shake.

“Please,” you add in the nicest pleading voice you could muster since he wouldn’t let your boyfriend go.

The corner of Eddie’s lip twitches seconds before he lets Steve go and backs away, causing you to quickly lower the gun and rush over to Steve as he walks towards Robin and you.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” You quickly ask as you hold his shoulder and lower your head to try and take a look at his throat while he stays crouched, and looks down as he gasps for air.

“No, no…” Steve breathes out, “not even a knick.”

“Just scared you,” Robin tried to ease the tension since she felt nervous and fearful for his well-being too.

Steve nods while he keeps his hand on his throat.

“Here,” you say as you help him sit down. “Are you sure, Steve?”

Said man lets his eyes finally meet yours and he nods as he grabs your hand that stays on his shoulder. “I’m fine. Thank you,” he assures you. “Where you get the gun though?” He points at the gun hanging from your shoulder.

You scoff lightheartedly, but you still can’t shake your fear. “Outside. It’s empty though. I just wanted to help you. You’re okay, really?” You keep asking.

“Yes, babe I’m fine.”

You draw in a deep breath and nod before you slowly release a bit of that anger and fear when your breath unfurls out of your nose. “Okay,” you whisper and put the gun down to step aside and focus back on Eddie and Dustin as they talked not so far from you.

“We just want to talk.” Dustin tells Eddie in a calmer voice.

You keep your hand on Steve, but slide your hand to the back of his neck to gently caress his skin with your thumb when he lets go of you to rub his face and brush his hair back before he sits up straight.

“Okay?” Dustin continues seconds after he notices that Eddie seems to be lost in his own mind.

You can admit as you look at him, that he looks actually shaken up, but that could also be because of what he did—could’ve done.

When Robin notices what everyone else could see she approaches the duo and crouches down beside them to try and talk to Eddie too. “We want to know what happened.”

Eddie’s sniffles and finally looks over at Dustin to answer to Robin. “You won’t believe me.”

“Try us,” Max encourages him.

Eddie looks down and stays quiet for a bit longer, letting Steve stand up from his seat once he feels better so he can join you, and the other three huddling in front of Eddie before he began to slowly explain the reason why the girl, Chrissy was at his house, and all the events that led up the moment it all went strange.

“….Her body, just like, lifted up into the air and, uh…” Eddie slowly continued to say. “And she just, like, hung there. In the air. And her bones…uh, she…” he pauses again and whimpers as it gets hard to say what he saw. “Her bones started to snap. Her eyes, man. It…it was like there was something, like, inside her head, pulling. I…I didn’t know what to do, so I…I ran away. I left her there.” He looks up at the group and scoffs before turning his head away. “You all think I’m crazy, right?”

Uh….a little.

“No,” Dustin assures him, “we don’t think you’re crazy at all—”

“No, don’t bullshit me, man!” Eddie cuts him off sharply. “I know how this sounds.”

“We’re not bullshitting you.”

“We believe you,” Robin adds on after Max.

A little…

Eddie exhales from frustration and Dustin just continues. “Look, what I’m about to tell you might be a little…difficult to take.”

Eddie looks up at him and slowly utters, “okay.”

“You know how people say Hawkins is…cursed?” Dustin continues saying. “They’re not way off. There’s another world. A world hidden beneath Hawkins. Sometimes it bleeds into ours.”

“Like ghosts and shit?” Eddie questions Dustin without seeming to find any of what he’s saying amusing. He seemed to be believing him.

Max shakes her head and answers for Dustin, “there are some things worse than ghosts.”

Dustin nods and keeps his eyes on Eddie before he adds on more to his explanation. “These monsters from this other world…we thought they were gone. But they’ve come back before. That’s why we needed to find you.”

You want to add to the conversation, but you’re still pissed Eddie threatened to hurt Steve, so you stay quiet and keep glaring at him instead.

“If they’re back again,” Max says instead, “we need to know.”

“That night,” Robin begins to probe, “did you see anything?”

“Dark particles, maybe?” Max adds onto Robin’s comment, causing Eddie to shake his head and let Dustin explain more explicitly.

“It would almost look like dust, swirling dust.”

“No, man,” Eddie denies him and shakes his head, “there was nothing you could see or, uh…or touch. You know, I tried to wake her, man. She couldn’t move. It was like she…she was in a trance or something.”

“Or under a spell,” Dustin suggests.

“A curse.”

You furrow your eyebrows and swallow thickly at Eddie’s comment, in that moment going unaware of Steve stealing a glance at you since you slowly looked down at the floor.

“Vecna’s curse,” Dustin comments right after Eddie.

“Who’s Vecna?” Steve breaks his silence to question Dustin.

“An undead creature of great power.” Dustin shares.

Eddie tilts his head and slowly says, “a spell caster.”

“A dark wizard,” Dustin corrects him, leaving the room in a long tense silence.

Amazing…just truly amazing. Just what you needed for spring break.

Damn. Just when things were going okay.

“Great,” you whisper after a deep exhale. “Welcome back to freaking Hawkins,” you murmur to yourself before you turn to head back to the car, knowing that the others would follow soon.

You just—it was all just too much, too difficult and frustrating. The gate is supposed to be closed, Eleven closed it once after you first got here, Joyce and…Hopper closed it the second time, this can't be happening again. It’s not supposed to be happening again. No matter how much you doubted Hawkins' peace….it's just, this spring break was just supposed to be Steve and you, Robin and Dustin too when they’d visit...

It’s just not supposed to be happening again.

“Fuck,” you sigh and rest your head on the cars glass window to proceed to shut your eyes and release another sigh again, ignoring the twigs snapping this time and just taking a moment in silence all to yourself.

Just to think really, to wish…he’d be here too.

*8 MONTHS BACK*

“Now if his daughter would like to step up and share a few words?” The new Chief of police Calvin Powell spoke, and looked over at you. “Y/N? We’d love to hear from you.”

You clench your jaw and swallow thickly as you hesitate, as you sit at the front row frozen, numb with no tears in your eyes.

You had to do this again, in a span of two years.

It was tragic at your mothers funeral, but now, it feels worse, you did, you can’t even describe how exactly you felt now though. You didn’t even want to go up, but as you glanced at Eleven, you knew you had to at least share a few words, for her sake.

“Okay,” you mutter quietly, and then take out the letter you had written for today to slowly stand up and slowly head up the stage.

However, when you saw all those people looking up at you from their seats, when you saw the big picture of Hopper at the other side of the stage, you froze again, you wanted to run off stage and run home, listen to your music and just hide under your blankets. But…you can’t, she was here, waiting to hear what you had to say about your…dad at his funeral, you can’t let her down.

So you grip onto the edges of the paper and clear your throat, sparing one last glance at the front row where Steve offers you a sweet and assuring smile, and sweet Dustin offers you an encouraging thumbs up.

“Chief Jim Hopper,” you say in a voice that contained none of the emotions that tugged at your heart, you just sounded serious, nonchalant, almost unbothered. “He was a hero, not just to my sisters, but everyone here, everyone he saved from that mall fire.” You lick your lips and glance at the silent crowd. “He loved his job, he loved being the hero. Sure sometimes, just like everyone else, he got tired of his job, he’d complain after long days, but he loved being a hero to everyone in this town, and to us…to me…” you pause and stare at the rest of the speech you had left.

You want to finish what you wrote, you really want to, you have so much to say….but you can’t, you can’t even look at the words.

“And I know he’d be grateful to see how many people are here to thank him for his service,” you say instead and crush the letter in your hand. “I’m also grateful that every single one of you came in support of my…father,” your voice quivers. “Thank you, everyone. And I’m sorry to those he couldn’t save, I truly am.” You finish with a sniffle and stay put for a few seconds before you turn and head down the stage, seeing Robin and Steve waiting for you the moment you stepped off.

“That—that was good,” Robin complimented you softly, “very good, better than anything I could’ve written, you—”

You cut off her rambling with a hug and offer Steve a smile.

“Thank you,” you whisper to Robin as she slowly hugs you back. “Thank you for coming.”

“Of course, we went to hell and back together, you’re my friend, I wouldn’t think of missing this.”

You don’t let yourself cry, even if your face shows that sadness, you refuse to cry. You just let your body be enveloped in embraces, let your mind take in words; some empty, some full of pity, guilt, or sorrow. It was easy since it wasn’t new.

The one thing that wasn’t easy, or new was seeing Eleven be so stricken by grief, so heartbroken, it left you confused on what to do. You did have a sister before, but you hardly spent time with her, you never dealt with grief together, you weren’t left with the responsibility to take care of her like with Eleven.

You did try to provide comfort in hopes it was enough, but overall, you just didn’t know what to do with her…you hardly knew what to do with yourself.

——

“Hey, Joyce,” you greet through the phone, “I know it’s getting a little late, but can you check if Eleven is awake?”

“Yeah, of course,” she doesn’t hesitate to give in to your command, leaving the other end of the line silent for a little while.

When you do hear shuffling from the phone, you expect to hear your sister, but it was Joyce again. “I’m sorry, sweetie but she says she doesn’t feel like talking, I’m sorry.”

You sigh and turn to sit on the corner of Steve’s bed. “Okay,” you sigh with concern. “Is she okay? Did something happen?”

“I’m not sure, she left dinner today, she hasn’t come out since and hasn’t talked to anyone.” Joyce tries her best to give an explanation to Eleven’s silence. “But don’t worry, okay, I’m sure it’s just some teenage drama, nothing to worry about.”

You bite the inside of your cheek and nod as if she could see before just asking for one more thing. “Well at least put her on the phone so I can say goodnight, she doesn’t have to talk.”

“Okay,” Joyce agrees without protest.

And a few minutes later she gives you the okay to talk.

“Hey, El, it’s me, I know I promised to call earlier, so if that’s why you’re upset I’m sorry,” you mutter to the phone. “I’ll try and call tomorrow, okay? There’s just well,” you release a breathless chuckle. “Some stupid shit going on here, so if you don’t hear from me I’m just dealing with that…” you pause and sigh as you slouch down, catching Steve walking out from his bathroom in just grey joggers.

“If it’s what’s going on at school then….I guess you know, to make you feel better you can share your presentation with me, I’d love to hear it. And then we can make an Eggo extravaganza, I can’t say I’m as good as Hopper, but I’ll try,” you chuckle and continue. “We can watch whatever you want, okay? We’ll have a girls night, just you and me. Okay? I….” You swallow thickly. “I miss you. Goodnight.”

There’s silence on the other end besides the rustling, you expect maybe just a simple and dry good night, but nothing, just silence. That is before Joyce speaks up right when you planned to hang up.

“Y/N! I need to tell you something.”

You lift the phone again and slowly knit your eyebrows together when you hear the urgency of her voice.

“Okay,” you whisper. “What is it?”

“Uh, I’m going to Alaska…”

What?

“For a work trip!” She exclaims to the phone, making you sit up straight and blink in confusion before you stand up and cross your arm over your chest to hold your arm that held the phone. “It’s just, the Britanicas are there, in Alaska, and they asked me to go.”

“Oh, was it just now? Or before?” You ask her. “Because if it was planned you could’ve told me, I could’ve canceled my trip and stayed home.”

“It’s new, they asked me after you left, so don’t worry. Besides, Jonathan is in charge.”

Oh, amazing, Jonathan and a side of Palm Tree Delight.

You muster a fake smile and share a look with Steve as he walks close to you at the sound of your conversation.

“Oh, well, good,” you tell Joyce sarcastically. “As long as we’re not moving to Alaska,” you say with a nervous laugh, earning one just the same from her.

“No, no, just a trip! And actually I’m…” she pauses and leaves your lips parted and leaves you waiting. “I’m…”

“What?” You try to press her to continue as she was leaving you in anticipation. “Is everything okay?”

There's a bit more silence before her voice suddenly cuts in. “I’m going to be out of touch for a few days, okay? So this will be my goodbye for now, I’ll try and call when I’m back home. I’ll hopefully, just hopefully have something for you then.”

You huff out in amusement and smile. “Really? Well consider me excited for your return then! Have a good trip, I’ll wish for a promotion. Goodnight Joyce.”

“Goodnight sweetie.” Joyce then hangs up the phone, letting you put the phone back in its place and finally letting you exhale deeply before you fall back on the bed to stare at the ceiling.

Part of the mattress behind you sinks and from the corner of your eyes you see Steve lay down behind you with his head beside yours. “Is everything okay?” He asks you.

“Well,” you sigh, “hmm, Joyce is going to a sudden trip to Alaska,”

“Alaska?” Steve quips with just the same amount of confusion as you.

You hum and rub your face to then continue. “And my sister didn’t want to talk to me, she’s having trouble at school with some pack of bitches and she says that she’s okay, but I know she isn’t, but I don’t know how to help her…I don’t know what I’m supposed to do…she’s a teenager and I’m stuck.”

Steve sighs. “Well…that’s a lot to unpack.”

“Yeah,” you groan. “I just needed to let it all out though. I’ll be okay, I’ll figure it out.” You turn around to lay on your side and smile at him before you brush his hair away from his eyes when he turns on his side too.

“Hey, hey,” he repeated while he held your hand in his. “Sure it’s a lot, but I’m here to hear it all, so let it all out.”

You smile softly and shake your head. “That’s all, really, besides I don’t want to stress out anymore tonight. I don’t want to talk about what happened, or what’s going to happen with this Vecna creep, let’s just please forget it exists for tonight. Just one night before it all goes to shit.”

Steve scoffs and rests your hands on his chest, causing his chest hair to tickle your knuckles. He then seems to want to talk but you cut him off abruptly when a thought visits your mind again..

“Actually no! No, I was so busy stressing out on our way here after finding Eddie, that I never got to ask how you feel about all this shit,” you mention while you use your hand to stroke your fingers through his damp hair. “What do you think?”

Steve sighs and looks away from you to watch the ceiling. “What can I feel? I mean it’s stressing sure, is it fucking scary that some dark wizard is cursing people, yes, but well, we’re in this shit already so we have to be okay with helping.”

You hum and glance up too. “So you believe Eddie?”

“With all we’ve dealt with, with how scared he sounded, how can’t I. You?”

You shrug. “I don't know. I should, a part of me does believe him, every logical part of me, but I don’t want to believe him…it may sound selfish but I just want him to be some freak so we can move on with our life, so I can enjoy my spring break with you and just take it easy.”

“Yeah,” Steve whispers in agreement. “I feel you. On our way back, when the car was silent, I wished it was just a joke, some lie he made up so we didn't have to deal with any of it, so I could enjoy my time with you….”

“But it’s…real,” you finish for him in a whisper. “Yeah.”

On the way back from Reefer Rick's place there was nothing to do but think of what Eddie said. It was too silent in the car not to. All that was shared between that tension was that you’d return tomorrow to keep Eddie updated, to check on him and brainstorm. There was no debating whether you’d all help, it was a given, even if you wanted to spend spring break oblivious to all of it you didn’t try to back out either.

“Well!” You bring up suddenly. “Actually, we’ll see if it is, he could be lying, you know. I’ll keep trying to read him tomorrow when we go back to visit him. Which,” you begin to complain, “why are we going so early?” You groan and get up to switch sides so you could lay beside him and rest your head on his shoulder.

Steve scoffs. “Ask Dustin, he was real bossy about it.”

You groan but muster a smile and sweet words. “I guess that as long as I’m with you, it isn’t that bad.”

Steve flips to his side to caress your cheek. “You guess? Wow. How romantic.”

You giggle and sit up to look down at him with a sly smile. “It isn’t bad at all! Happy?”

“Way to sound happy about it,” he grumbles and sits up too, letting you lean forward to press your forehead against his and keep grinning.

“It isn’t,” you assure him. “Truly. I enjoy being your partner in this hero shit.” You smirk.

Steve cups your cheek and smiles. “Yeah I do too,” he agrees in a soft and calm voice.

You look up from his lips to meet his gaze with a smile. It’s then that you see that he wants to lean in to close the gap, but you pull away to tease him by getting off the bed when you hear the melody of ‘Nothing Can Change This Love’ by Sam Cooke playing from his boombox.

Steve complains with a groan and an eye roll, but you simply ignore him for now and run to turn up the volume so he’d hear too.

“This is our song,” you make up, “want to dance?” You offer him your hand and he just looks at you with his eyebrow quirked and a tightlipped frown—“Please?”

Steve sighs and shakes his head. “I can think of something else we could do instead.” He shoots you a smirk, and you scoff and step towards him to grab his wrist to pull him off the bed.

“Oh please get your mind out of the gutter, we can do that later, just for this once entertain me and dance with me.” You smile at him and bat your eyelashes so you could convince him.

Steve does pretend to think about it but he then walks over to rewind the song so it’d play from the beginning again. “Fine,” he breathes out, “fine.” He grabs your hand and your waist to press you against him.

“This is still so embarrassing by the way. And our song?” He scoffs and shakes his head as he meets your gaze. “No, our song is, ‘Can’t Take My Eyes off You’, duh. You should know this. I can’t believe you forgot.”

You beam at him and just when you part your lips to add something, he cuts you off.

“I forgive you because I love you, so it’s okay this time.”

Your smile falters at his choice of words, and luckily he spun you out so you didn’t have the chance to say anything in that regard.

“Wow, you got moves Harrington, who’s been teaching you?” You tease him as you spin back in his arms.

“Well, there was Tracy,” he says in a teasing manner. “And Emily, but Rose was the better dancer.”

“Ah, I’ll thank her then.”

Steve tilts his head and smiles as his eyes roam your face—“I missed you,” he admits after a while.

You exhale deeply and smile sweetly at him before you share too, “I missed you too, more than you know.” You then press yourself closer against him to lay your head on his shoulder while you continue to sway to the music.

“Tell me,” Steve slowly says after a while of silence and letting the music just move you. “Dream house, how does it look like?”

You sigh but can’t help your smile. “Well. I did want to live in a sandcastle when I was young.”

“Sandcastle?” He mocks you and pulls his head back.

“I was like three okay? Five maybe,” you giggle as you share the truth.

“No, no, sandcastle sure, the stability would be amazing…”

“To be fair,” you add as you pull your head off his shoulders to meet his gaze, “my sandcastles were just made from my little red bucket, so like a single circle, y’know?”

Steve nods and then his eyebrows furrow deeper. “All I’m worried about is all that sand on our clothes, in our shoes, in my hair! In our eyes! Or imagine, a strong wind just blows, we’ll get crushed and die,” he chooses to keep entertaining you. “What then?”

You suck in air between your teeth and shrug. “True. Well a house by the beach then. Or by a lake surrounded by those big pine trees, some place not so secluded, a big yard, a lot of rooms for all of our child friends. Two living rooms, one for our huge tv, and the other can be a music room so we can dance and just jam out when we want.”

Steve hums before he softly says, “is that all?”

“I want the roof to be blue like the one I had in Oregon. And big windows so we can overlook the forest, or the ocean? What about you?”

“It doesn’t matter as long as I’m with you,” he doesn’t hesitate to share, making you look at him with your lips parted in disbelief.

“Wow,” you whisper, “wow, okay, now I feel a bit bitchy.”

“No don’t, I’m just a romantic, cant beat me,” he says with a shrug.

You snicker and move your hands to his neck to surprise him with a deep kiss before you turn him around to push him on the bed.

“Okay, well we’ll see about that,” you murmur against his lips before you begin to kiss again, feeling his hands travel to your hips as he leaned in for a more intense and hungry kiss that kindled a heat all over your body, and made your heart do somersaults.

There had been too much time apart between winter break and spring break, and every kiss showed that longing for one another, especially the ones you’d share when you’d be alone when you knew you wouldn’t be disturbed. Steve, especially showed that desperation for you, he’d try to be tender at first but he’d grow too impatient and take over, he’d be quick to get things heated and wouldn't be afraid to be rough with each kiss.

Yet, you love it, he drives you crazy, he makes you feel incredible euphoric things that make you see stars. Especially when he’d make those throaty sounds, like now as you grinded against him and tugged his hair, he let out a deep throaty groan that made your warmth burn more fiercely.

Every fluttery touch on your skin was more fuel.

Steve flipped you over when he got too impatient and made sure to slip off your shorts and the shirt he’d let you wear before he continued to take you in, letting you slide your hands up his chest to then snake them to his cheeks so you can pull him closer as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

A smirk appears on Steve’s features when he pulls away to catch his breath.

“I missed you,” you repeat to him between breaths. “So much.”

Steve shoots you a half sly grin and whispers against your lips, “I know,” before he gently bites your bottom lip and takes you in again.

*THE NEXT DAY*

The music in the car was quiet, the tension and impatience to get the early morning started was high, and it was especially noted in Dustin since Robin was taking a long time to get out of her house; and well he was a little too eager to get to his cerebro and then return to Eddie.

Max was nonchalant about the whole thing, she seemed annoyed, but maybe that's how she usually looked. Steve was just annoyed that Robin was taking long after the second honk, and you, well you still wished this would all be some scheme Eddie made, so you just tried to be as nonchalant as possible; you just turned up the music a little bit and continued to put on some light makeup whilst you waited with no desire to get things started.

“Could you,” Dustin grumbles from the backseat before he leans forward and honks at Robin again, causing you to pull your lip gloss wand away from your lips to slowly twist your head to shoot him a pointed glare.

“Do you mind? We’ve honked, she’s coming.”

“Not fast enough,” he grumbles again before he presses the honk and keeps the heel of his hand against the wheel, making Steve swat his hand away and complain.

“Hey, hey, enough! I think she and the rest of Hawkins heard you.”

Dustin huffs and sits back to continue bouncing his leg and stare out the window to watch out for Robin.

“Don’t worry,” you tell Dustin with a bit of spite whilst you finish putting on lipgloss. “I’m sure your friend won’t go anywhere, it benefits him having us help him.”

Suddenly Dustin leans forward again and makes you notice his glare that pierced into you. “You know, if you don’t believe him you're welcome to stay. But just know your dad would believe him.”

You put your lipgloss away but keep looking at yourself in the mirror while you argue back without hesitance. “Would he? This “curse” happened once, Hopper was more logical than that, even if he’s seen a thing or two.” You close the mirror and shift to squint your eyes on him. “He’d probably wait for a pattern, so I’m waiting for a pattern. If what Eddie said is true it’ll happen again, you can count on that.”

Dustin parts his lips to argue but you left him baffled so he stood speechless, letting Steve and you share a fist pump right before you caught Robin walking out of her house in a hurry.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” you hear the muffle of her voice as she approaches the car. “Sorry!” She opens the car door and Dustin huffs out.

“Finally! Jeez, you’re worse than y/n!”

You roll your eyes and turn around to look at Robin over your seat. “Hey, goodmorning, sweetheart.”

Robin smiles at you after she buckled herself in and greets you back after she takes a peek at your outfit “Good morning sweetheart, you looking good.”

You glance down at your halter neck denim jumpsuit and smile at her.

Robin then smirks and shoots, “break the bed?”

You mirror the gesture and catch Steve looking back with the same smirk. He looked like he was going to reply, but Dustin cut in all dramatically. “Eww, gross, we don’t need to know that. Keep it to yourselves!”

Robin and you share a look after Dustin’s remark before she lifts one paper bag and says, “strawberry poptarts anyone? I made a bunch.”

You smile and nod. “Please.” You sit back down as Steve drives towards Dustin’s cerebro and stretch your hand back to receive the warm poptart in your hand. “Thank you.” You look over at Steve and break the poptart in half. “Want some?” You offer him.

“Thanks, I guess,” Dustin whispers to Robin out of shame for being just a bit mean.

“Yeah,” Steve agrees to your offer, sparing a glance at you and opening his mouth as he looks back at the road. “Just put it in.”

You snicker and push yourself towards him to carefully place the piece of food in his mouth, instantly earning some groans from Max, and Dustin mainly.

“What man?” Steve argues with his mouth full of food. “First you’re basically begging me to get with her, now you’re complaining because we’re together!”

“No,” Dustin protests and takes a bite of his food. “It’s not that. You guys are together, great! But please stop being so…so.”

“Gross,” Max finishes for him.

Robin scoffs. “I think it’s kind of cute, you know, our friends are like, happy and in love, it’s adorable.”

“Unless you’re jealous,” you throw at Dustin as you look back at him with a playful smirk. “I mean, your girl is miles away, all you can do is talk to her through the radio, you see Steve and me and you just wish you could be this cute. It’s okay.”

Dustin's eyes narrow on you and he shakes his head. “No,” he deadpans. “That’s not it at all.”

Steve scoffs, “sure.”

Robin coughs out, “jealous.”

The smile on your face turns wider and prouder. “See,” you tell Dustin. “Easy, but it’s okay. It’s okay, you’ll see her again, and when you’re all sweet with her just know I’ll be happy for you.”

Dustin stares at you with his lips parted but he doesn’t say anything, his eyes are just squinted, but he stays quiet, leaving the rest of the car ride to his radio in that silence.

After arriving is when thick tension mixed with the silence, hearing the chatter about the ongoing investigation put a stress on everyone, even on you, no matter how much you wanted to deny it all. They didn’t say more than you expected, but they said enough to put everyone on edge.

You can’t imagine how the number one suspect is going to feel hearing what you learned. No one suspected it’d be easy to hear, which is why Dustin decided to buy him a lot of junk food. He said it’d probably make him feel better as he heard the news.

“So we got, uh, some good news and some bad news.” Dustin began to tell Eddie as he scarfed down a bag of dry cereal. “How do you prefer it?”

“Bad news first, always,” Eddie responded before taking a drink of his yahoo.

“All right,” Dustin continued, “bad news. We tapped into the Hawkins PD dispatch with our Cerebro, and they’re definitely looking for you. Also, they’re, uh, pretty convinced you killed Chrissy.”

Max nods along and also decides to strengthen that claim. “Like, a hundred percent kind of convinced.”

“Yeah,” you scoff with a bit of callous, “I wonder why.”

Eddie’s eyes slide over to you and then to Dustin. “She doesn’t believe me, does she?”

Dustin opens his mouth to assure his friend but you talk first. “She is just being logical. I mean Chrissy walks into your house and never walks out, so, yeah.” You feign a smile and nod stiffly. “It’s hard to really trust what you’re saying.”

Eddie looks over at you and his face twists, but he doesn’t get a chance to respond because Dustin interrupts him. “Just ignore her, her anger issues get the best of her sometimes, and well it’s the Hopper within her. She’s cool when she warms up to you, promise.”

You roll your eyes, and sigh before putting your sunglasses on and leaning back on the old wooden pillar with your arms crossed over your chest and your foot pressed against it.

You catch Eddie spare you one last glance before shifting in his seat and returning his attention back on Dustin.

“And the good news?” He finally is able to ask.

“Your name hasn’t gone public yet,” Robin answers him. “But if we found out about you, it’s a matter of time before others do too. And once that gets out, everyone and their shallow-minded mother is gonna be gunning for you.”

“Hunt the freak, right?” Eddie muttered.

Robin nodded. “Exactly.”

Eddie hisses, “shit.”

“So, before that happens,” Dustin tries to assure him. “We need to find Vecna, kill him, and prove your innocence.”

Yeah, you still don’t know how you’re all going to execute that. It’s a lot easier said than done, especially because in order to prove that Eddie is innocent you need proof, you can’t imagine it’d be easy convincing a town that some upside down dark wizard did it. Unless of course you use the same tactics Hopper’s Military friends use to hide truths to the town.

They’d be great right about now too

“That’s all, Dustin?” Eddie snapped. “That's all?”

“Yeah,” he nods, “no, that’s pretty much it.”

“Listen, Eddie,” Robin chimes in, “I know everything Dustin is saying sounds totally delusional, but we’ve actually been through this before. I mean, they have a…a few times, and…and I have once. Mine was more human-fleshed-based and theirs was more smoke-related, but bottom line is, collectively, I really feel like we got this.”

“Yeah, see,” Steve adds, making Eddie look over. “We usually rely on this girl; my girl's sister,” Steve points at you. “who has super powers. But, uh, those went bye-bye, so…”

“So,” Robin interrupts Steve. “We’re technically in more of the—”

“Kinda,”

“Brainstorming phase,” you interject to stop their rambling, making Steve snap his fingers at you and nod along to confirm your comment.

“Brainstorming!”

“There…” Dustin splutters, “there’s nothing to worry about.”

Steve scoffs along and puts on his best assuring smile that doesn’t seem to convince Eddie, at all.

And who would believe you, it all sounded so messy right now. You knew you wouldn’t be comforted by what your friends were just saying.

Eddie seemed like he wanted to express the same thing, but before he could, the sound of the sirens that began to sing in the distance stole everyone’s attention, forcing Eddie to hide under the tarp and causing you and the other four to run to the nearest window to watch as Police and ambulances drove right by, too many of them. It piqued everyone’s curiosity.

“Do you think?” Robin began to ask what you were all thinking.

“Yeah,” you agree without waiting to hear what she had to say. “There's a lot of them, could be.”

“Well, there’s your pattern,” Dustin mumbled to you as the last car drove by.

You scoff and pull away. “We’ll see.”

Not long after that you and the others, except for Eddie of course, rushed out of the shed to get in the car and drive towards the crime scene. Luckily enough it wasn’t far, however, when you all climbed out of the car you caught the barricades, all the police swarming around, and finally the cover over the body. That could mean one thing.

And funny enough Nancy was in the middle of it all.

——

“So you’re saying that this thing that killed Fred and Chrissy, it’s from the Upside Down?” Nancy asked after you had all caught her up on the latest information you had learned in the past few hours.

“If the shoe fits,” Steve says.

“Our working theory is that he attacks with a spell, or a curse,” Dustin shares. “Now, whether or not he’s doing the bidding of the Mind Flayer or just loves killing teens, we don’t know.”

You shift in your seat on the wooden bench that was close to Max’s trailer house and lean in to add, “all we know is this is something different. Something new.”

“So you believe it now?” Dustin pesters you, making you swallow thickly and shrug.

“There was a pattern, right? I needed more evidence. I got that today…” you pause and look over at him after you sigh to murmur, “Sorry.”

You can’t deny it now, it wasn’t Eddie. No matter how much you didn’t want any of this to be real again.

“Tell that to Eddie.” He snaps with a smirk on his face.

You shift your eyes away and just respond with a sigh that let Nancy continue.

“It doesn’t make sense.”

Dustin shakes his head and remarks. “It’s just a theory.”

“No, Fred and Chrissy don’t make sense. I mean,” Nancy continues and glances over at Steve and you. “Why them?”

“Maybe they were just in the wrong place,” Dustin suggests. “They were both at the game.”

“And near the trailer park,” Max adds.

“We’re at the trailer park,” Steve points out, making you draw in a deep breath as you grow uneasy—“uh, should we maybe not be here?” Steve says.

You exhale and look down at the wooden table to hear what Nancy had to continue saying, something that just made you feel worse. “There is something about this place. Fred started acting weird the second we got here.”

You look up at her and press her to finish her sentence. “Acting weird as in?”

“Scared,” she mentioned, “on edge, upset.”

“Max said Chrissy was upset too,” Dustin brings up.

“Yeah but not here,” said girl corrects him, “she was crying in the bathroom at school.”

Robin leans in and adds her comment right after, earning your attention. “Serial killers stalk their prey before they strike, right? So, maybe Fred and Chrissy saw this Vecman—”

“Vecna,” Dustin corrects her.

“Dunno about you guys,” Steve interjected as he scratched his cheek, “but if I saw some freaky wizard monster, I would mention it to someone.”

“Maybe they did,” Max says. “I saw Chrissy leaving Ms. Kelley’s office. If you saw a monster, you…you wouldn’t go to the police. They’d never believe you. But you might go to your—”

“Your shrink,” you finish for Max, making her nod in agreement—“the one question I have is…why them though? I mean a serial killer for example, in some cases have specific qualities they look for in their victim. Chrissy and Fred were completely different.”

“Maybe It's not physical qualities,” Nancy helps you out.

You meet her gaze and share a faint smile. “Maybe they’re mental,” you finish her sentence.

“Exactly.”

“We can go to the school shrink,” Max suggests. “I go with her sometimes, so she’ll let me in after I say I need to talk.”

“Okay,” you nod in agreement for everyone else, “it’s safe so okay, let’s go.”

Without hesitance everyone stands up to head towards the car, however right when you were reaching Steve’s car, Nancy drifts away from the group and Steve is the first to say something about it.

“Whoa, whoa, Nance. Nance!” He goes after her and it causes her to stop, along with you and the others. “Nance, where are you going?”

“Oh,” she says and turns to face him. “There’s just something I wanna check on first.”

“Something you wanna share with the rest of us?” Dustin quips.

“I don’t wanna waste your time,” Nancy assures the group. “It’s a real shot in the dark.”

“Yeah, okay. Are you out of your mind? Flying solo with this Vecna creep on the loose? No, it’s too dangerous. You need…you need someone to…” Steve tells her, causing you to blink repeatedly in a bit of confusion to how insistent he was being.

It could be nothing, it’s just your jealousy acting up over nothing, he’s just looking out for her.

Steve turns around after he pauses to throw Robin his keys.

“Here. I’ll stick with Nance all right? You guys take the car, check out the shrink.” Steve continues to say.

It was nothing…

But he didn’t even ask you to go or tell you anything about his sudden plan to volunteer himself to be Nancy’s partner, he didn’t even look over at you, he just threw himself at her without question.

But it’s…nothing, right?

You can’t be jealous over nothing, he’s with you now, he doesn’t have feelings for her anymore, he’s told you he’s loved you even if you haven’t told him.

It’s not because you don’t, it’s just…it’s…just you can’t…

Maybe that’s why he wanted to go with her…he feels like you don’t love him…and she once did…

But no! No, it’s…nothing….

“Don’t think you want me driving your car,” Robin protests.

“Why?” Steve queried.

“I don’t have a license.” Robin tells him.

“Why don’t you have a license?”

“I’m poor,” Robin simply says. “Y/N, you want to drive?”

You shake your head and share the same thing she did. “I don’t have my license either.”

“I can drive,” Max chimes in, causing Steve and you to deny her right away at the same time.

“No.”

“Never again. Please.” Steve continues to tell her. “Anybody but you. No.”

Dustin shares a look and a shrug that Steve understands and

chooses to turn him down. “No chance.”

“Come on,” Dustin pleaded.

“No.”

“All right, okay. This is stupid.” Robin interrupts their banter and walks to take Dustin’s walkie from his backpack and then walk over to Steve to hand him back his keys and finally look over at you.

“Us ladies will stick together. coming?”

You look over at Nancy, and no matter how much you’ve been trying to convince yourself that it’s all stupid jealousy, you can’t help but feel a bit of anger ignite in the pit of your stomach. That’s what makes you backup and give a dry answer.

“No, someone has to watch over them.”

“Okay, good then.” Robin answers and walks towards Nancy. “Unless you think we need you to protect us.” Robin directed at Steve.

However, Steve didn’t answer Robin and it made her laugh before she turned to walk off, causing Nancy to share one last look with Steve before she turned to walk off too—you didn’t know if it was lingering, longing, or what, but they shared a look before she turned to walk off, leaving him gawking at her retreating figure, and leaving you to just watch….

Just watch how he looked at her leave.

This couldn’t be nothing any more. At least it didn’t look that way to you.

And apparently your anger, the hurt was obvious because Dustin looked over and noticed the look on your face that you failed miserably to hide. He didn’t say anything about it though, and well you did look away and walked towards the car to wait inside before he could say anything to you. Instead he did snap Steve out of his stupor.

“Just gonna stand there and gawk?”

“Shut up,” Steve retorted. “I wasn't.”

“Why don’t we go? Okay?” Dustin continued to tease him with a bit of hostility behind his words.

“Shut up and get in the car.” Steve scolded Dustin as they made themselves to the car. “Wipe your feet.”

You hear Dustin do as he says but inside the car and it makes Steve instantly remark that.

“On the outside, not the inside.” When he closes the car door and begins turning it on he continues to complain. “Always the goddamn babysitter. Always the goddamn babysitter!”

When Steve drove outside of the trailer park and noticed that the car was still quiet, he glanced over at you and reached for your thigh as he asked you a question. “Want to put on some music?”

You quickly shift your thighs away and scoot closer to the door to be as far away from him as you could whilst you answer flatly. “No.”

You didn’t hide your anger—no, not anger, it was….no yes, you were angry, and you didn’t hide it well.

But how could you not be bothered? You saw the way he just looked at her, and you might not tell him how you really feel, but you do love him, he’s seen it, right?

You just can’t say it to him or anyone anymore, but you do, you do love him so much. You can’t afford to lose him like you lost…Hopper.

Steve knows that doesn’t he?

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[adoringhaikyuu]

when their teammate has a crush on you

characters: kageyama, kenma, oikawa, tanaka

warnings: nothing, just some pouty boys and possessiveness

notes: i stumbled upon @kageyuji​‘s take on this while i was writing! so i thought i might as well give them a shoutout! 

kageyama:

you already know this boy speaks up with no shame

and he will glare at anyone who gets in his way or on his nerves, especially when they do anything to you

so when hinata doesn’t even try to hide that he likes you, saying boldly “well why should i lie?” 

you could only imagine the rage that kageyama is feeling

he doesn’t even want you in the same room as hinata sjkdfghsdj

he will pick either you or hinata up and take you away, depending on the situation

or he’ll take hinata’s face in his hand and just throw him away

but the boy always bounces right back, somehow unharmed and you’re grateful for that 

but anyway it’s not that hinata is necessarily trying to break the two of you up, it’s more that he’s genuinely confused as to why you’re with kageyama

“how could you possibly like this bully? is there something wrong with you?” 

he got chased by kageyama immediately after saying that––

your eyes widened as you saw a flash of orange jump in front of you as you walked towards the gym, ready to meet kageyama to go home. “y/n! y/n! could you please throw some balls for us?! yachi had to go home but we really wanna practice some more!” 

you stepped back and your boyfriend came out of nowhere, practically smacking the other boy out of the air, leaving him to crouch on the ground, clutching the top of his head as he scowled at the dark-haired boy. “calm down you idiot! y/n doesn’t have to if they don’t want to! they’re probably tired anyway and just wanna go home.” he turned to you and gave you a small smile. “you wanna go?” 

you looked between the two. “i mean...i can help you guys practice for a little bit.”

the other boy sprung up again. “oh! thank you! thank you!” 

your boyfriend bowed his head quickly. “thank you.”

you smiled up at him and he felt his cheeks redden. “of course, tobio.” a smile spread on his face as well but it was short-lived as hinata spoke up, suddenly inches away from the two of you. 

“what’s up with your face? why do you look like that?” 

kageyama scowled down at him. “nothing’s wrong with my face! what’s wrong with your face?!” 

“why are you yelling at me?!” hinata turned to you, “he’s so mean! how are you with him?” he looked down and mumbled to himself, “i wouldn’t treat you like this...”

kageyama’s eyes widened with rage. “what was that?!” 

“n––nothing!” the smaller boy backed up, eyes wide with fear. 

“you know what? we’re leaving.” kageyama stormed into the gym and quickly got his things, ignoring hinata’s pleas.

“aw what? why?! come on kageyama!” he turned to you, “y/n please––”

suddenly you were facing your boyfriend’s back as he stood in front of you to glare at the other boy. “don’t even think about it. we’re done for today.” he turned to you and grabbed your hand, tightening his hold when you waved goodbye to a pouting hinata. 

when you were almost off the premises you looked up at kageyama. “you know you’re kinda hot when you’re jealous,” you smirked up at him and he stuttered in shock.

“what–i–you––”

you laughed and kissed the back of his hand softly, immediately giving him a nosebleed. you handed him a tissue which he gratefully took, glaring at you weakly. 

“you know i’m yours, right?” 

he swallowed and blinked a couple times before nodding once. 

“then you have nothing to worry about, okay?”

he started muttering to himself, the only words you could make out being “idiot” and “dumbass”. you placed your hands on his cheeks and he stopped and looked down at you, eyes wide. 

“okay, tobio?”

he nodded. “okay.” he paused. “but that doesn’t mean i’m going to be nicer to that idiot––”

you laughed. “yeah baby, i know.” 

kenma:

let’s say you’d been dating kenma for a while now, a little lowkey 

and everything is fine, everything is going really well

kenma likes it when you hang around the team, the team likes you

you’re like a part of the squad

and kenma’s feeling great about it 

until lev comes along––

kenma already doesn’t like this boy, he doesn’t even know how to hit a ball properly––

but when kenma notices the way the tall boy blatantly stares at you during practice, the way he always tries to butt into your conversations and show off to you...

kenma’s practically radiating angry chihuahua energy, the air around him red and he looks like he’s two seconds away from biting––

if lev interrupts your convo w him sometimes he’d just stare at the boy deadpanned and go back to his conversation with you, “anyway–”

or he’d take your hand and lead you away

or he’d literally just say “go away, lev.” and the poor boy would just pout and whine, “aww what? why?” 

one time lev tried to tag along on one of your dates and you had to step in front of kenma so he wouldn’t kick the boy in the shins or something

lev really wasn’t trying to do any harm, he was just a big lanky puppy who had a little crush on you

but still, kenma wasn’t having any of that

kuroo leaned on the wall next to where kenma was leaning against it, sipping his water during their ten minute break. he smirked down at his friend teasingly, “so what are you gonna do about your new competition?”

kenma wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, putting the bottle on the floor as he practically snarled. “shut up.”

“woah,” kuroo smiled, raising his hands up in mock surrender. “put your claws away, man. i’m just asking.” 

kenma simply grumbled in response, making his friend laugh.

“well you should think fast cause it looks like he’s getting real close to y/n right now––”

kenma’s head snapped up immediately and his jaw clenched when he took in the sight across the gym. lev was lying on the bench, practically half his body folded, his legs bent on the ground, his head on your lap, his eyes closed. 

kenma huffed and stomped over to you two, some of his other teammates jumping out of his way when they felt the almost deadly aura around him. he stopped right in front of you and you looked up at him.

he blinked. “why is lev on you?”

you shrugged, “he said his head was hurting and then just plopped his head in my lap.”

said boy finally opened his eyes and perked up, “oh hi kenma! my head’s been hurting from all this hard practice so i thought i’d rest a bit.”

your boyfriend’s eye twitched. “on y/n?” 

“yeah!” the boy smiled, somehow completely oblivious to the setter’s rage. “they’re real soft, you know––”

“yes.” kenma interrupted, blunt as ever. “i know.” 

noticing the increasing tension, you spoke up. “hey lev?” he looked at you happily. “your head’s feeling better now, right?” 

“well i guess so...”

“maybe you should go get some water and some fresh air then, yeah?”

he pouted, “but maybe i should stay for just a little longer–” kenma was about to pop a blood vessel. 

“trust me,” you guided him up gently. “this is what’s best for your health.”

as soon as he agreed and walked away from you, you looked up at your boyfriend with a smile on your face and pat your thighs. he eagerly took lev’s place and looked up at you with a furrow in his brows that you were quick to smooth out with your thumb, smiling when he visibly melted at your touch. you ran your fingers through his scalp to calm him down and he purred, leaning into your hands. 

“stupid lev...” he mumbled to himself and you laughed, leaning down to kiss his forehead, making him blush immediately.

“you have nothing to worry about, okay? i’m yours.”

he blinked, trying to calm his heartbeat, a small smile on his face. “good.” 

oikawa:

alright let’s switch things up a lil bit and mention someone i’ve personally like never seen mentioned in this scenario

let’s say mad dog likes you

oh boy

so at first oikawa thinks he’s seeing things

but once he notices how kyoutani opens the door for you, the way his eyes linger on you a little more when you come to practices or to the games, the way he gives you a small smile every now and then––

kyoutani doesn’t smile for anybody!!––

oikawa’s eyes narrow and he gets a bad feeling in his gut 

otherwise known as jealousy

now he knows you’d never leave him or anything like that, but the fact that you start getting closer to the walking time bomb and you become the only other person that he listens to besides iwaizumi––

oikawa doesn’t like that at all

he’d get all pouty and would literally drag you away from your conversations with the younger boy, almost whimpering when he glares and practically growls at him

“where is y/n-chan??” oikawa asked to no one in particular, his hands on his hips. 

kindaichi stopped and picked up one of the stray balls on the floor, “oh i saw y/n outside with kyoutani.”

“what?!” oikawa pracitcally shrieked, making the younger boy jump. he mumbled to himself, “i swear we need to get mad dog a collar with bells on it––” he stomped over to where the two of you were, a strained smile on his face as he noticed you laughing, kyoutani’s cheeks slightly pink.

“well what do we have here?” he said forceful but cheerful. 

you looked to your boyfriend with a smile and kyoutani simply glared at him, but then again, that was just his face. “oh we were just getting some fresh air. are you done practicing your serves?”

“i sure am.” he smiled, pulling you close to him by your waist and pressing an obnoxiously loud and wet kiss to your cheek which you immediately wiped off with a grimace, which he did not appreciate. “y/n-chan!” he whined, “that’s not very nice!” 

“well don’t make it so wet next time,” you rolled your eyes. 

noticing the other boy still hadn’t made a move to leave, your boyfriend spoke up. “shouldn’t you be leaving now, mad dog?”

you smacked his chest and he yelped. “don’t be so rude, tooru. he was keeping me company while you did your extra practice, you know.”  

he pouted and looked to the ground.

“i should be getting home, anyway.” the blond spoke up gruffly. his eyes softened almost imperceptibly as he looked at you. “see you, y/n.”

you smiled, “bye kyou.” 

“bye mad-dog!” your boyfriend practically sang, as he looked over his shoulder at the boy leaving. he turned back to you and you pursed your lips at his behavior, making his shoulders droop in shame. 

“you’re such a big baby, you know that?” although you insulted him, your voice was soft and he couldn’t help but smile at the way you cooed at him, your hands holding his cheeks. “but you’re my baby, okay? stop worrying so much about kyoutani.” 

he nodded. “okay...” his eyes widened hopefully, “can i get a kiss please?”

you smiled and shook your head, before leaning in. he really was a baby sometimes.  

tanaka:

you already know this boy is loud

and he likes to show off what’s his because he’s just so proud that you’re his and he loves to fawn over you

so he’ll always have a hand on you, an arm around you and he’ll always shower you in compliments whenever he sees you

a total simp

and that’s just in general

so when his friend likes you ??? bruh

let’s just say nishinoya thinks you’re kinda cute,,, okay really cute and his crush only (unwillingly) grew for you after you started dating tanaka and hanging out with them all the time

he’d be really excited whenever you were around, a pink tint covering his cheeks, a smile glued to his face

he’d try to show off during practice and games, looking to you after he lands a successful rolling thunder

and tanaka would be growling in the corner sdfghj

he’d literally try to one up his friend immediately and would scream to you in the stands “I LOVE YOU BABY THIS ONE IS FOR YOU!!”

after they win he’d pull you into a crushing hug and give you loud kisses all over your face 

he’d do the most and then he’d smile all smug making sure everyone including nishinoya saw 

you laughed as noya jumped several feet in the air to high five you after winning their game, a bright smile on his face. “did you see that last receive i did y/n? did you?” 

you nodded, laughing. “yes i did noya, it was really impressive.” 

his cheeks turned pink and he ducked his head, scratching the back of his head nervously as he waved you off. “ah it wasn’t all that...it was pretty good though, huh?” 

before you could respond, you saw a flash of movement in front of you before you were suddenly being hoisted into the air. you gasped and wrapped your arms and legs around your boyfriend, “ryu!––” 

“hey baby!” he practically yelled, smiling up at you and not so subtly walking away from his best friend with you in his arms. “did you see me hit that last spike? your man looked pretty good out there, huh? better than everyone else right?” 

daichi who was walking by the two of you quickly hit the back of tanaka’s head in warning, hearing his words. “watch it––”

tanaka turned his head, “uh i mean you looked great too captain! couldn’t have done this without you––”

“yeah yeah,” he walked away, rolling his eyes and you laughed yet again, grabbing your boyfriend’s attention. 

he looked up at you with wide eyes, squeezing his arms around you tighter and you smiled, putting your hand on his cheek. he nuzzled into your touch softly and you pressed a kiss to his lips, making him blush immediately. “of course i was watching you, and yes you looked very very good out there. i’m so proud of you.” 

he smiled wide but tried to act oblivious when you went on, “you know you kinda interrupted my conversation earlier with––”

“well anyway! i think we should get going now--” he spoke far too loud, walking faster from the gym, making you shake your head at his adorably possessive behavior. 

you leaned your head on his shoulder fondly, “you know you can be ridiculous sometimes ryu...”

he huffed quietly, “well you still love me right?”

you smiled. “always.”