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skullrock · 4 years ago

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the swimmer - Steve x Reader

pairing: Steve x Reader

summary: Everyone in town wants to go to the community pool to watch the swimmer.

warnings: swearing! maybe some sexual themes if u squint hard

word count: 1.5k

a/n: swimmer Steve anons.... this one’s for u

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You didn’t give a single shit about the community pool until Steve Harrington started going there to practice laps.

No one likes the community pool, but sometimes, it’s necessary. Steve doesn’t like it, either, but Hawkins High is closed for renovations over the summer, leaving Steve to practice in public. It’s the talk of the town – well, it’s the talk of the teenagers in town. Everyone wanted to go and get a peak of Steve’s toned body swimming. You were no exception.

You perch yourself right by the pool lanes, typically unused. The rumors say Steve usually arrives around two pm and leaves just a bit before three. You arrive at quarter til with a stack of magazines and water. You get a pretty good seat, somehow, despite the hordes of girls who have arrived to do the same thing you’re doing. You wonder if it’s bad to be doing this – but then you realize Steve absolutely thrives off of the attention, and probably appreciates the audience.

It’s true – Steve loves the attention. Steve hates the community pool – but he likes the attention. He also likes that he’s the only person there to swim, not having to compete with others. He can just practice his strokes, wink at a few folks, and go home unscathed. Seems pretty win-win to him.

It was the usual crowd today, and Steve nodded at the girls, hair falling over his forehead. They all blushed and giggled, some puffing their chests out and some hiding behind their hands. Steve smiles to himself, but he nearly stops in his tracks when he sees you.

You haven’t been here before. It catches Steve off guard, not only because he wasn’t expecting to see you, but because he didn’t expect to see someone that beautiful lounging in a chair right by the pool. His eyes widen behind his sunglasses and he swallows hard before walking again, giving you a curt nod.

You peak above your magazine as you watch him pass, smiling to yourself while watching him walk away. Your eyes go back to the magazine, but you can’t read the words or look at the pictures. You can just think about Steve.

He emerges from the changing rooms a few minutes later. Your jaw drops, but you quickly shut your mouth. His chest is broad, and his shoulders are, too. His arms are toned, as is the rest of him. His hair is perfect – Steve refuses to wear a swim cap. He looks like he was chiseled by the gods himself, and you are so, sothankful for their artistry. He’s wearing a pair of dark-green trunks, because no way was he wearing a speedo out in public. They hang low on his hips, allowing you to see how defined his hipbones are. The hair leading down from his navel is dark – you snap your eyes back up to his face, paying close attention now to the beauty marks that litter his body. They go down his neck and sprawl across his chest, down his arms and torso.

He’s breathtaking.

Steve strides over, throwing his towel onto a free chair and getting into the water. The girls around you literally shake with anticipation. You want to shake but prevent yourself from doing so. It’s not so much that you want to play hard-to-get, you just really don’t want to seem that desperate.

And Steve notices.

His rhythm is off today. He’s usually fine; smooth and poised as he cuts through the water. But today, he’s choppy and awkward. Every time he gets to the other end of the pool, he looks to see if you’re looking, as casually as possible. Running a hand through his hair, stretching his arms, eyes gliding around the rest of the area.

Your eyes don’t look at the pages, but above them. Your sunglasses make it impossible to tell if you’re looking down or straight ahead, and it frustrates Steve. It frustrates Steve that you’re here in the first place, throwing him off his groove. But he also kind of likes it. Sometimes it’s nice to look at something pretty.

It became an almost daily ritual for the two of you. Sunglasses on, curt nods, magazines, watching each other. But Steve started to stay longer and longer, sitting and “tanning” in his chair, just waiting for you to talk to him. But you never did.

Instead, you’d try to walk by him, try to be sexy and cool, but you almost always slipped on the god damn water. Always had to catch yourself, always had to laugh awkwardly while Steve stared at you with a pokerface, always had to use your magazine to hide your blush. You weren’t sure why you even kept walking by him – you just wanted him to check you out that badly.

Steve found your constant slip-ups endearing, though, and always had to suppress his smile when you’d walk by. He wasn’t too sure if you were doing it for him to look, but he was definitely looking. And Steve wasn’t without his slip-ups, either.

Trying to do a dive and failing miserably? Steve did it. Slamming his head against the side of the pool when doing his backstroke because he was too distracted at the thought of you? He did that, too. Wearing his sunglasses into the pool? Yeah. Having to come up for more air than usual because the thought of you quite literally took his breath away? Absolutely.

And Steve always ate shit on the slippery concrete, too.

The worst days for Steve was when your chair was empty. He’d only stay at the pool for fifteen minutes, if that. He wouldn’t stay after to “catch some rays,” and he wouldn’t even nod and wave at the usual girls. They caught on pretty fast that he wasn’t interested, and one by one, his audience became less and less, until it was just you and your magazines.

One day, you wore something different than usual, and Steve spotted it from the other side of the pool. The bathing suit was very flattering on you, and he couldn’t take his eyes away. Not even to notice that he was about to walk right into a huge puddle, adorned with a “slippery!” warning sign. He slipped, falling hard, scraping his knees in the process.

You jumped up and ran as carefully as possible to him. Miraculously, you make it over unscathed, and kneel down to check on him. “Jesus, you okay?”

“You didn’t see that, did you?” he asks, ears pink.

“I did,” you say. “Let’s get you cleaned up, alright?”

He lets you help him into the changing rooms. Steve sits on a bench while you get the first-aid kit. He’s almost positive that he’s never been so embarrassed in his entire life. You come back and kneel down, gently pressing cotton balls soaked in alcohol on his knees. He grimaces, letting out a hiss.

You look up at him sympathetically. “Bad day for you, huh?”

He smiles, cheeks turning red. “It could be better.”

You quirk a brow and continue blotting his knees before patching him up with two large band-aids. You grab his hands to check that they aren’t scraped, too. His breath hitches as your eyes look over his palms. You lift a finger and trace the lines etched into them. “You’ve got a long life line.”

Steve laughs breathily. “So, this won’t be the death of me?”

“Nope.” You look up at him and smile, your hands still on is. You stare at each other for a moment before pulling your hands away, both of you looking elsewhere as a blush creeps in.

Steve’s hand goes to the back of his neck, rubbing sheepishly. “Thanks for patchin’ me up.”

“Yeah, well, thanks for the show you’ve put on the past two weeks.” You smile as you stand. “Been giving me something to do around here.”

Steve blushes harder, looking up at you. “Have you… liked what you’ve seen?”

You laugh. “Yeah, you��re a really good swimmer. Got… got good form… you know.” You give an awkward thumbs up.

Steve nods, smiling wide. “You’ve got good form, too.”

“You think?”

“From what I’ve seen, you do.”

“And what have you seen, Steve Harrington?”

Steve shakes his head while letting out a breath, a smile plastered on his face. “What are you doing toni-“

“Nothing,” you reply quickly. “Nothing at all. Free. Totally free.”

“If I take you out, will you read my palms?”

“If you take me out, do you promise not to slip and eat shit?”

Steve snorts dorkily. “Have you seen me? It might be impossible for me not to trip.”

You shrug and pull him up off the bench. “I’ll take my chances.”

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thephantomofthe-internet · 4 years ago

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Chapter 6: A Room with a View

Steve Harrington x Reader

CATCH UP ON THE SERIES HERE

Words: 3,359

Warnings: Swearing, slut shaming, death mention, crying

Author’s Note: So, I already answered this, but just in case anyone missed it: I update this series weekly and I am still editing the vast majority of chapters! Sorry if it’s coming out slower than expected!

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Steve had no idea what he’d done wrong. Not a clue. But you were ignoring him. You sat farther away from him in English the past two days, and you’d been blowing off plans with him. You’d say that you had other plans, but he’d see you sat on the bleachers after school, watching the girls soccer practise or drawing in that book again. He still didn’t know what you were doing in that book and he was irritated by the fact that he could see you sat in your room some days, caught in a lie without knowing it, your nose caught in the pages in front of you, pencil in between your teeth, focused but unaware of an audience. Steve could see right into your room from his when your curtains were open and you often sat at your desk, working in your pads.

On the day that Mr. Lawrence announced the start for the final essay, Steve had had enough. It had been a week of this behaviour and he felt as though he deserved an answer. And he was sick of watching through the window. Tommy and Carol were busy every damn day chasing Billy Hargrove, Vicki had gone back after him too after their awful date, and Tina wasn’t his friend. Sure, he could bug Dustin, but that made him feel like such a loser. His only friends were a rag tag group of preteens and a weird girl who wouldn’t even talk to him! This was getting pathetic.

The bell rang before Steve could make his move and you were out the door before he could even open his mouth. Tina rolled her eyes as she passed him by, grabbing Tina’s arm to whisper loudly “God, how tragic.” making Vicki cackle loudly.

Steve booked it out the door, scanning the halls for you, but you’d already disappeared from sight. He spotted Samantha, but she was on the retreat. He chose not to chase her down, they’d never even had a conversation before and using her to try to get her to spill on her friend felt a bit shitty. So he decided to just take a walk, no harm in a walk, it was a nice day anyway, out by the field. He wandered out the gym doors by the car park. He shoved his hands into his blue workman’s jacket. The weather was still a bit too chilly to go without a coat, but the sunshine made it easier.

He spotted you and Samantha at the top of the bleachers. You had your hair up that day and your lavender bomber jacket draped around your shoulders. Carol had something similar, or maybe it was Tina, he couldn’t remember which one the pair blurred into one being in his mind.

Samantha caught Steve’s eye before you did. She leaned over to you with a smirk “Lover boy’s watching.” She whispered cheekily, pointing slyly at him.

You turned immediately. Steve was standing in the car park, a few smattering of folks on car hoods, eating packed lunches and watching the scene go down. He waved, taking a step towards you. You turned your attention away.

Samantha was baffled. A week ago, you were telling her all about the weird fun you were having with him, all smiles and laughter, and now you wouldn’t even look at him for more than a second. You wouldn’t admit it, but Samantha knew that he was something more than a friend to you. Nobody was this upset when someone cancelled plans.

Steve turned away without a word. He wanted to scream at you, his mind demanding to know what he had done wrong. He made a plan that afternoon, one he was certain might ruin everything for him.

As soon as the three o’clock bell rang, Steve made a mad dash for his car. He didn’t leave immediately; instead he waited to see an expected sight. Once he saw you huddled and headed for the bleachers, he was sure that the girl’s team was practising. Then he drove off towards home, parking in his own driveway. His mother was home, a shock to him, but he still headed upstairs. The next part was tricky. He’d time out that practise ended at four thirty, but that you usually left at four since the walk was so long. At four twenty, he headed across the street. As always, the yellow Volkswagen sat in the driveway. He’d rarely ever seen it leave the driveway, but it gave him hope that someone was inside the house. You couldn’t be living alone as a senior. He bounded up the front steps, knocking on the door twice. He was nervous, switching his weight from his toes to his heels in a rocking motion forward and back, forward and back.

An older man opened the door. He had to be in his eighties, with age spots speckling him around his eyes like a second pair of wide frames behind his tortoise shell glasses. He seemed suspicious of Steve, although that was probably because he was staring.

“Hello,” he stuck out his hand for the man to shake “I’m Steve Harrington, I’m a friend of Y/N.” the man didn’t take his hand, staying silent as he looked him over.

Steve pressed on “I was wondering if she was home, we were supposed to study together today and she said that she’d call when she got home but I haven’t heard from her.” He chuckled awkwardly.

From behind the old man, a woman’s voice called “Harold, who’s there?”

“One of Y/N’s friends, she home yet?” he called back, opening the door wider. Steve could see the pale yellow walls, sun stained from the large three panel window at the front of their house.

Steve watched as an older woman hobbled into the scene, back hunched and skin thin. She looked frail, her hair dyed to what Steve assumed was its original shade, her grey roots visible from the top of her head. She greeted Steve with a warm smile. Steve was quick to offer his hand to shake, which she took carefully. “Hi, Steve Harrington, it’s nice to meet you both.” He said quickly, smiling brightly at the pair.

“Well hello there, I’m Maude and this is Y/N’s grandfather Harold, it’s lovely to meet you.” She said sweetly. “Why don’t you come inside, Y/N should be home any minute.”

Maude hit Harold’s arm roughly and he let go of the door, letting Steve into the house. He quickly kicked off his shoes, noting the pair’s socked feet. He looked around the house. Every house on the street was one of three standard box deals, with specified details. His parents hadn’t paid for the window seat like your family had, but you didn’t have the open kitchen that his did; an extra yellow wall separated the space. He looked to the fireplace, an exact copy of his family’s before their renovation last august. He missed the grey brick they used to have. You had a large family portrait on the mantle. You were sat in the centre in your Sunday best, your grandparents flanking the outside, two other adults stood closest to you. Steve assumed they were your parents. You looked like your father.

“You have a lovely home,” he said, turning his attention to the pair who were watching him intently.

“Thank you.” Maude smiled “Would you like a cup of tea?”

“Sure.” Steve wasn’t much for tea, but he was taught not to refuse something offered by his host. Maude hurried off, leaving him and grumpy old Harold alone.

“Y/N doesn’t bring boys around.” Harold announced when his wife was out of the room. Steve didn’t really know what to say to that, luckily he continued “So what’re you trying to do with my girl?”

“Study,” Steve said with a shrug. The man scoffed, but Steve pressed on. “She’s my partner for our English final, we’re supposed to be working on it today, it’s due soon.”

Harold nodded gruffly “Alright…” he took a seat on the couch, turning the volume back on. The Love Boat was on, a rerun of the episode with guest stars the Captain and Tennille, and Steve was certain that they’d both seen it before.

Maude came in with a tray, handing her husband a mug. It was hand painted, thick script reading ‘Happy Father’s Day’ on the front, the year 1974 written in smaller script underneath in blue paint. She handed him a plain white mug.

“Well, Steve, you’re free to go and wait for Y/N upstairs, her room is two doors to the right of the stairs, you can’t miss it.” She said, gesturing to the stairwell. Steve bid his thanks and headed up the wide carpeted stairwell.

Harold mumbled something to his wife that Steve couldn’t hear, only catching her response. “He’s young, he doesn’t want to sit with us old folks.” She laughed at her own joke and Steve smiled at their friendly banter. They reminded him of his aunt and uncle, they always joked in that sort of way, laughing at themselves before anyone else. It made him feel as if he were at home in the house; he was comforted by the casualness of existence.

Maude was right that the room was impossible to miss. The door was covered in childlike butterflies painted in purple puffy paint. When he opened the bedroom door, he was transported into a small, private art gallery. The room was covered wall to wall in fabric canvases, canvas boards, and paper sketches. Your desk was covered in paint splotches and doodles carved into the wood, there were glow in the dark stars and moons on the blades of your ceiling fan. You’d painted your ceiling into a buttery sunset. It was as if for the first time, Steve was seeing all of you. And you were absolutely incandescent.

His hands went to roam your shelves, filled with sketchbooks and art books and worn copies of the classics. Greedily, he grabbed the first black sketchbook he found its pages heavy and curled. A piece of masking tape on the cover read ‘Still Life, 1980’ in black Sharpie. He flipped over the cover. Every page was the same bowl of fruit, some plain sketches, some painted in acrylics or water colours, but the fruit changed in shape and structure with every flip, rotting more with each sketch until the image switched to a vase of sunflowers, a prim and proper version of the Van Gogh he’d seen a print of in his freshman year art class. He wondered if you’d been there, silently making your own master pieces. He wondered how many masterpieces you had hidden away in your big black book.

The door opened behind him before he could put the sketch book away. “What the fuck are you doing in my house?” you snapped, bounding towards him. When your grandmother told you that your friend from school was upstairs waiting for you, you had a sinking feeling that you knew who it was. And seeing him rifling through your things made your blood boil.

Steve turned slowly, unsure what to say. You snatched the pad out of his hands “And who the fuck gave you permission to look at my stuff, you pervert!” You knew that he hadn’t done anything actually perverted, but you still felt violated.

“I can’t get you to talk to me, I figured coming here would at least make you see me.” Steve laughed a bit, unable to even process what was happening. In the back of his mind, he thought that this would be an effortlessly cool way to go about a solution. Like you’d see him in your room and think ‘wow…what an effort that was…’ Instead, you were furious.

“So, you thought that coming into my house without telling me, lying to my grandparents, and touching my stuff would make it better.” You raised an eyebrow, shoving your sketchbook onto the shelf.

“What was I supposed to do? You won’t answer my calls, you won’t talk to me, I can’t get you to look at me for more than a second and all I want to know is what I did wrong so I can fix it!” Steve cried, words tumbling out of his mouth. You both stared at each other for a moment, surprised by each other, your mouth hanging silently ajar.

You closed it fast, swallowing before speaking “You…you hurt my feelings.” You said softly, pushing past him to put distance between you, standing next to your desk and the window.

“How did I hurt your feelings?” Steve asked quietly, watching you carefully even as you stared defiantly out the window.

You crossed your arms tightly over your chest “You cancelled our plans. For Vicki.”

“So?” Steve asked.

“So, I don’t cancel on you. I never cancel on you, especially not the day of. It hurt my feelings.” You explained, picking at a bit of lint on your sweater.

“Yeah, but I…” he tried to catch himself before he said something terrible, but you already knew what filled in the blank.

“What? You have more friends than me? Is that it?” you snapped. It was Steve’s turn to look away, but you pressed on. “You’re right, you do have more friends than me. But don’t act like I don’t have a social life without you. I do. Do you know how many games of Samantha’s I’ve skipped out on to help you study? How many practises she’s asked me to come and watch that I’ve said no to because I already had plans with you?”

“I don’t know…” Steve muttered. Embarrassment crept up his face. He felt like such a dick. In truth he had forgotten about your plans that day in the excitement of a date with Vicki. With hindsight in full effect he could see that he would’ve had twice as much fun with you eating greasy burgers then he did with Vicki driving around Hawkins.

“Well, it’s been a lot. And it’s not the fact that you went out with Vicki that upset me, you are free to date whoever you want. But can you please at least tell me if you’re cancelling a little sooner than mere minutes before?” you asked, your voice cracking on the end.

“Sure, yeah of course. I should’ve been doing that before.” Steve stumbled over his words to apologize.

“Okay.” You nodded “Now, why are you going through my shit?”

“I wanted to see more. This whole room is incredible.” Steve breathed, plopping down on your mattress.

“You think?” you asked quietly. In truth, you didn’t think that you were that good of an artist. You loved art, but you didn’t think you were exactly talented.

“It’s so cool!” you couldn’t help but laugh, or else you’d cry. Nobody ever talked about your art with such enthusiasm. Teachers only criticized mistakes and your mother and grandparents saw it as clutter. Samantha liked some stuff but she didn’t talk about it much. Even a simple compliment from Steve made you want to cry. You covered your mouth to avoid the tears.

Steve didn’t seem to notice, wandering the room to point out pieces he thought were interesting. He pointed to a canvas depicting the quarry. You’d camped out there one night in the summer; drawing until the sun fades out of the sky and then painting it out once you had it exactly right. “This one is just insane I mean it looks like it’s going to eat you whole, like it has teeth or something.” He exclaimed.

“You can have it.” You replied quickly.

Steve shook his head “No, I couldn’t I mean don’t you want it? For college apps or something?” he couldn’t take it, he’d feel too guilty.

You shrugged “I have enough stuff for at least three portfolios, you should have that one if you like it so much. It’ll make your room cooler.”

“Hey, my room is cool.” Steve pouted, making you laugh harder. He liked your laugh, it split your whole face open into a smile. And your smile looked as if it sat on a bed of clouds. He wanted to float along with it forever.

“Oh yeah, your pee wee t-ball participation trophy is real slick, it gets you all the chicks.” You drawling, bouncing on your mattress.

“Hey, you didn’t run when you saw it.” Steve shrugged, sitting down next to you.

“Eh, your baby sports escapades don’t frighten me. It adds character to know that you suck at something.” You replied. Steve thought briefly of the bat in his trunk and the weight of it mid-swing, connecting with a heavy skull. Better with a bat now then he was as an elementary schooler.

You both lay back on the mattress, staring up at the slowly turning fan. Steve turned to you “What’d you think of Vicki anyway?” he asked.

“Honestly?” Steve nodded “I think she’s a bitch.” Steve laughed loudly but you pressed on “She is! She’s so mean for no reason!”

“Yeah, she’s not cool. She spent our whole date bitching about people, saying a lot of shit about you.” Steve murmured.

“What’d you…” you didn’t know if you could ask how he responded. You bit your tongue before finishing the sentence.

Steve understood anyway “I told her the truth. That you’re a really cool chick and that she shouldn’t be such a bitch about people she doesn’t know.” He said simply, turning his attention back to the slowly moving stars.

You didn’t necessarily believe that he actually defended you. Still, you didn’t feel like arguing. Steve continued on in your silence. “So, do you live with your grandparents’ full time? Or do your parents just work?” he asked.

“Both,” you sighed softly “My mom’s not home very much so they take care of me. She’s a fashion photographer, travels all over the world for different magazines.”

“What about your dad?” Steve asked. He’d seen a younger man in the photo; he assumed that it was some kind of father figure.

“He died.” You muttered.

“Oh…” Steve didn’t know how to react to that. He wasn’t sure if he should apologize.

“She killed him.” You couldn’t help yourself from saying that. Anger still stewed into your bones whenever you thought about your parents.

“What?” Steve to fully look at you, flabbergasted.

“She worked him to death. She always wanted more and farther away from us. Trips to Europe, designer things, this stupid house. She killed him.” You wiped hard at your face, trying to keep the hot tears from streaming down your face. Steve didn’t say anything, he simply pulled you into his chest, holding you tightly into him and letting you cry. He patted your hair gently, trying to soothe you as best he could. He didn’t think he was very good at helping people in their pain. But you grabbed onto his middle and clung to him like a life raft.

“My parents aren’t that great either.” He muttered, unsure if he was helping at all. “They ignore me.”

“I-I’m sorry they do that…” you muttered, looking up at him with wide, wet eyes. Steve melted. He absolutely melted. He was filled with the sudden urge to kiss you, which surprised him. He didn’t follow through with the urge; he didn’t know how you’d take it.

“I’m sorry he’s not here for you…” he replied, petting your hair softly. He stayed with you like that for what felt like hours, letting you cling to him and ruin his shirt with tears. He didn’t care. He needed to be there for you. He promised himself that he wouldn’t hurt you again. That he’d be more careful and pay more attention. He couldn’t bear to see you in this much pain again. He knew that you weren’t crying because of him, but if he could keep you from feeling even an ounce of this sort of pain again, he would.

He cared about you too much to ever let you suffer alone again.

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splendidshinobi · 4 years ago

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FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST 2003 LIVE REACT: EPISODES 11-15

LETS GO ROUND 3

episode 11: the other brothers elric part 1

yeet this thing edward

ok who r these so called other brothers

“METAL FATHER”

this girl’s uncle is sus. he’s now known as uncle lemons.

THE STONE???? WHOS MAKING A STONE

oh shit they got kicked to the curb

“THE REAL ELRIC BROTHERS???????” WHOSE ASS

i bet “alphonse” is the taller one

never mind

this twink is annoying

on your knees???????????????????????

ed plz

oh twink doesnt need a circle but doubtful he’s opened a portal of truth

he’s got philosopher’s juice instead i suppose!!

wheres mugear or whoever

oh found him

LUST <3

girly looks hot

anyways

oh its uncle lemons

these townspeople are annoying as shit

wow what a parallel tragic backstory

operation mole hole

what is the cough sub plot

i have questions

hmm there we go thx fletcher

ugh the twink is back

and now he’s an attempted murderer

OH FUCKKKKKKKK

great going twink your brother is gonna die

his villain origin story

uhhh what? part 2 i guess

episode 12: the other brothers elric part 2

fletcher is a homie

ed’s window dive was so dramatic

i literally cannot tell you what the twink’s name is

he is just twink

mugear is suspicious

he’s not even an alchemist??? bro

who is nash tringham

is he important other than in this specific episode arc

nash tringham and uncle lemons definitely got naughty back in the day

to be fair what is uncle lemons’ name? i do not know

like i cant be expected to remember every one bit character’s name? especially when i have all this other fma knowledge floating around in my head

MARCOH!!!!!!!

why is ed sitting in the tree like that

ed: “google earth...always taking pics”

what is this stone making process with pregnant ladies who thought of this

lets all throw mugear in a septic tank

sussssssss

edward is so unimpressed by this mans

HAHA yes edward my son

“it’s been a good while since i killed anyone. i kinda miss it.” EDWARD YOU KILL ME LMAOOO

uh oh he’s got a red water gun or somethin

so fletcher is the plant alchemist i see

twink’s name is RUSSELL????? how did i miss that

wooooooof sucks to suck mugear

thats A LOT of red water

fletcher’s alchemy is so weird

from the redwood forest to the gulf stream waterssss

what in tarnation is this boy doing

i guess we have another prodigy on our hands okayyyy

why do i feel like we’ll see the tringhams again

uncle lemons strikes again with LEMONS

whats in the letter????

from russell??? why r u so embarrassed edward

thats mighty homosexual of you good sir

episode 13: fullmetal vs flame

so this one is called fullmetal vs flame which makes me think theyre animating that bonus chapter??!!!??!!! yes!!!!!

colonel sarcasm?? nice ed

i too enjoy mocking roy toy

al found a cat

he definitely did

yup

um who’s yelling

probably mustang that dumpster fire of a man

BREDA!!!!!!!!!

black hayate!!!!!!! baby!!!!!!!

FUERY!!!!! he’s so small

breda is a mess omg

havoc is a mess too

kitty! “he called to me” precious al

these boys are a trainwreck

oh sad kitty flashback

mustang is such a freak

yeaH i wondER if mustang knows marcoh hmmmmmm HMMM

“names not familiar” yeah sure baby all yall ishval war criminals know each other

ARMSTRONG!!! hey!!!

ummm wtf fuhrer bradley

UM WHO IS THE LADY UM

hughes is a mESS

ed’s gremlin face gives me life

roy with hayate...im scared

take that dog away from him

yayayay bonus chapter fight scene!

shut up miniskirt man

oh no take the mic away from hughes

“you just want a promotion!!!” “give back my girlfriend!!!” im dying

i too would love to put a fist in mustang’s face

“too slow” damn idk that was kinda hot

but no im still gonna kill him

he’s so stupid

this is so chaotic

oooh cut the glove yessss

ope never mind

oh great he’s getting flashbacks... well shit happens when you commit war crimes

“ehhh???”

oh hmm theyre saying ishBal in this one instead of ishVal

ill probably still write ishval im more used to that

oh no black hayate she’s gonna pop a cap ive seen this clip before

she did it

“strict mommy” oh um ok

poor kitty cat

scar IS heather

episode 14: destruction’s right hand

back in liore with some more amestrian war crimes on the docket for today

ayyy envy our favorite morally corrupt they/them

gluttony’s snack time

new op lets gooooo

im not vibing as much but hey its kinda poppin

oh hey armstrong what up baby

to be fair ed did meet marcoh with armstrong in manga canon so

hahaha no thats not the fullmetal alchemist...thats alphonse!!!

marcoh’s voice sounds different hold on

yep different VA

dr marcoh’s alchemical oobleck

oh hey basque grand u sexy mustachioed bootlicker you shouldnt be here

what the FUCK he’s a weapon of mass destruction

i wish so hard netflix let you screenshot so i could add pics for added value!!!

if philosophers stones fall under grand’s jurisdiction then he is VERY SUS

he aint it

ope hey scar

this is an odd amalgamation of plot points

oops boy bye

ive always enjoyed scar’s CLEARLY adidas brand track pants

ummmm why did scar’s brother have BROWN hair

i- ok

i miss j michael tatum

ooooooh armstrong baby i was wondering where you were!

rose!!!! tell him!!! fuck u hakuro!!!!

trying to help?? dont make me laugh you’re a general in the amestrian military

episode 15: the ishbal massacre

kinda early for the ishval talk imo?? wonder what we’ll learn

armstrong is literally the buff rasputin trope on tiktok rn

“accidentally” shot an ishvalan child. hmm yeah no

envy just sneezed

HEY KIMBLEE YOU LITTLE SHIT

kimblee looks like christmas came early

they gave roy a stone??????? sounds noncanonical but ok

basque grand is literally wildin out fuck that guy

yuriy and sara’s skeletal remains just sneezed in the ground

wait a damn minute

wait a fucking minute

did roy

shoot

yuriy and sara

ROY SHOT WINRY’S PARENTS

and now hes gonna shoot himself

im taking a lap around my apartment OH MY GOD WHAT IN THE HELLLLLLLL

IM NEVER GOING TO RECOVER FROM THIS

FINANCIALLY OR OTHERWISE

im texting my sister about it right now and just SCREAMING

OH NO NO NO MARCOH DO NOT TELL ED WHO KILLED THE ROCKBELLS

oh good he ran away

i literally CANNOT handle them finding out about this

ahaha roy shoots the gun in the air again

roy take that glove off its raining

riza’s leg sweep was way less funny this time

WAIT IT JUST OCCURRED TO ME THAT ROY WAS AT THE HOUSE AND SPOKE TO WINRY AND PINAKO

i mean hes no idiot he knew

what did marcoh just do to scar im confused

nothing will ever make sense to me again after what ive just witnessed

feral al lets gooo

so this episode’s events were pretty similar. other than marcoh.

AND THE FUCKING ROY MUSTANG ISSUE...,...........

OH NOOOOOO

MOMS VOICE???

MOMS VOICE????

episode 15 said hey bitch lets watch your world come CRASHING The FUCK DOWN

#carol watches fma03 #fullmetal alchemist #carol's remaining brain cells #im honest to god six feet under #IF YOURE IN THE 2003 TAGS AND SEE THIS POST #SLIDE INTO MY ASKS SO WE CAN TALK ABOUT EPISODE 15 #IM GOING #TO SCREAM

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brillixdis · 6 years ago

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The Married Millennialz: A MONKEY STOLE MY WALLET WITH OUR ID’S AND PASSPORTS PRANK

*a short intro plays, displaying their photos and logo along the screen with Dangerous by Meek Mill playing in the background*

Brilliant: Hey, what’s up you guys! It’s Brilliant from The Married Millennialz! We’ve been M.I.A, and we really miss bringing content to you guys. [she smiles into the camera before dragging her hand through her straightback braids] As you can see, I’m alone, so that means it’s pranking time. Zyair and I are on vacation in Thailand, and you know how those wild ass monkeys get! I’m gonna prank him into believing a monkey broke in and stole my wallet with our passports. [she chuckles some] I’m also gonna add that I didn’t chase him because I didn’t have my wig on, so if you guys are looking for a good laugh, stay tuned! [the camera switches off and she goes to hide one in the bedroom as he sleeps peacefully, then one against the balcony’s wall]

Brilliant: [she comes inside and leaves the door to the balcony cracked before tip toeing to the bedroom as he sleeps, lightly knocking down different items and tossing their clothes across the floor before making her way over to the hidden camera to assure its out of view. she gives the camera a thumbs before dragging her fingers along her straight-back corn rows, mouthing, ‘don’t judge me’ before she makes her way over to the bed to nudge him] Baby, wake up.

Zyair: Hm? -mumbles softly, laying still for a prolonged moment before finally opening his eyes to view her, an expression of immediate surprise crossing his face due to her appearance- What you doing?

Brilliant: [she pulls at his arm with a low sigh before turning towards the balcony door] A wild monkey broke in while I was in the bathroom! He ran out with my wallet, with our passports and IDs. [she looks at him with her eyes widened] I didn’t chase his ass because I didn’t have on my wig.

Zyair: What the fuck you mean? -widens his eyes while his voice immediately rises, quickly jumping out of the bed before nearing the door and stepping outside to view the area- Which way did he go? We’re fucking screwed and you talking bout a wig. Fuck a wig.

Brilliant: [she sucks her teeth, lifting up from the bed, to follow behind him quickly] How am I suppose to know which way he went? The shit happened so fast! I almost got bit, and you want me to chase a wild monkey without my damn wig. Maybe he’ll come back. [she leans her head out the door with a soft sigh] You must’ve left the door open.

Zyair: -turns to finally face her in surprise- You’re blaming me!? I was fucking sleep. -moves his mouth to continue then waves her off, continuing back into the bedroom- Ya wildin, ya wildin, that’s our shit! You wake me up after the fact? Ya wildin.

Brilliant: [she cuts her eyes at him, placing her hand on her hip as she watches him return back to the main bedroom] So are you gonna go out there and find him? That monkey ain’t no Bubbles, he was on some other other shit! I saw death in his eyes. He is most def taking our shit to book himself a flight to the states. [she speaks with seriousness, trying to contain her composure] He. Wanted. All. The. Smoke. [she claps her hands with every word]

Zyair: -looks at her incredulously as she claps her hands to punctuate each word- Are we talking about a fucking monkey here? I feel like you making a joke and ain’t shit funny bout this. Look at this fucking place. -swings his arms around to showcase their messy surroundings- I’m bout to do more than what you’re doing. That muthafucka took off with all our important shit. There gotta be an embassy or something, someone. -grabs the nearest clothing he can find to begin fully dressing-

Brilliant: I’m not even joking though! [she looks towards him as he begins to get dressed in the clothes thrown across the floor] I’m sure he’s gonna come back with it! Or he’s a few feet from our villa, don’t even worry babe. I’m kind of glad I didn’t have my wig on though, he might’ve snatched that shit right off my head, and took off running. He would’ve been running down the island looking like the monkey trap Selena with my bangs. [she shakes her head, walking over to the balcony door to laugh quietly to herself] Oh shit! [she shouts theatrically, pointing out the door] There he go! He got my underwear too! The glittery pair, with the open hole in the middle.

Zyair: -scrunches his face up in confusion due to her light-hearted comments then instantly springs into action once she nears the balcony once again to point- Where? Where? -hurries outside and feverishly scans the trees for the monkey and her panties- I don’t see him.

Brilliant: Over there! [she points in a direction of one of the hidden camera in slight view] Got em. [she begins to laugh uncontrollably] Really?! This prank made it this far?

Zyair: -furrows his brows further in complete confusion, pausing his movements before looking in her direction- Did you say prank? You woke me up for this shit? -sucks his teeth then returns to the bedroom yet again before tossing the covers back to get beneath them- Fuck outta here, man. Always with the goofy shit.

Brilliant: [she continues to laugh, following close behind him, going to grab the main camera from the dresser to walk over to him. she pulls the covers back, focusing the camera on his face] Don’t be pissy! Tell the Married Millennialz squad you just got pranked.

Zyair: Nah, nah. -attempts to dodge the camera before finally looking straight on into the lens- I got pranked. Haha.

Brilliant: [she laughs behind the camera before leaning in to place soft pecks along his cheeks] Tell them to like, comment and subscribe.

Zyair: -looks beyond the camera and towards her with a serious expression before adjusting his gaze- Like, comment, subscribe and fuck off. -presents his middle finger before pulling the covers over himself again-

Brilliant: [she shakes her head with a laugh after turning the camera back on herself] He’s such a grumpy little critter when he wakes up. Thanks for watching guys, we’ll be back with another video in the next few days, stay tuned! We out!

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Jessiejayybae: MONKEY TRAP SELENA BANGS TOOK ME TF OUT LOOOOOOL.

coritherapper: WHY YALL IN THAILAND WITHOUT ME???

layla0323: Leave bubbles out of this lmao

danniekisses: He needs to prank her back!!

Adriane Carter: Brilliant really don’t deserve Zy like fr lol

lena loves: Okay sis but where can I find them underwear you described? Put us on!

#YouTube.com/themarriedmillennialz

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24kmagiic · 8 years ago

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Been silent a while about this shit-show so here are my thoughts on the finale...

Here we go...

Recaps:

My only thought is wow... they seriously spent all this wasted time on this sirens subplot when they could have just utilized the characters they already had somehow... dumb assess.

First segment:

Great, Bonnie is dead/dying. Must be Friday.

A Belena scene...

Elena cares... this must be a fuckin dream.

Oh Bonnie... forever the damn martyr. Shut the fuck up and live ho.

Thank you Enzo... she wildin’.

Wow Damon, you kill Vicki again?

I hope she at least kicks his fucking ass.

.....Again???? The violence against women is such a joy.

Matt’s whole family came back and no one gives a damn about him.

Vicki wants to go back being dead. I guess if I lived in Mystic Falls I’d want to be dead too.

Another fucking gas leak... lmfao at least someone questioned it this time.

Oh God.... Elena.... Jesus.

So all it took was Bonnie dying a split second for Elena to come back?

God... Delena again.

KATHERINE!!! I love this bitch.

*Currently Fast Forwarding through commercials*

Lmfaoooo I missed Nina playing Katherine.

So where the fuck is Elena.

Where the fuck is TIKI? FIND HER FOR THIS OLD MAN!

This is a nice house.... I haven’t been paying attention this season... was this Alaric and Caroline’s house the whole time?

Ric no longer gives a damn about his ex... niece... in...law....

Eegora still got everyone doing shit for her... for no damn reason. She’s been low-key dead for how long now?

I bet this is Katherine again....wow did they really put her on the boiler room floor? Like damn, take another scene from Bonnie huh?

Commercials....

And we’re back... When did Kath have time to curl her hair? She’s so old fashioned I love her.

“Stefan Is The Better Man” lmfaoooooo I'm laughing for many reasons.

Damn it Bonnie leave all of them motherfuckas. Fuck Eegora.

I'm really getting a doomsday vibe, well done.

Caroline say fuck all this, I got kids.

Family First.... a little late for that shit, TVD.

I’m SO ready for this shit to be over omg...

Commercials... again.

Ric and the girls... I feel like everyone begged for screen time for their characters and this... is what happened.

Bonlaric? No thanks.

Bonnie looks too good to waste her visuals on... Ric...

Klaus can come re-possess him at any time.

“Stefan I know I’ve been hard on you...” he uh... kILLED THE LOVE OF YOUR FUCKING LIFE????

Honestly everyone but Bonnie and the twins can die and they can go live somewhere happy and safe together.

“I’m gonna save the world” Girl... it’s only Mystic Falls and who cared about that podunk ass town anyway?

Honestly every MF resident is gonna die of cancer with all these gas leaks.

Katherine. She carried this show...

Batherine lives!

Bonnie, Katherine and the twins for the win.

Damon being a martyr.

“Tell Elena I did this for her” lmfaooooooo I’m done.

Honestly, the commercials are killing me!

Stefan is very responsible for Enzo... rather I like his ass or not.

Stefan haul ass bruh

Man fuck it, I’m feeling nice, every one haul ass

Defan...

He fucking compelled Stefan...

Damn bruh... I’m feeling a feeling rn...

Honestly? Why haven’t Stefan been compelled before now? Shouldn’t his ass have been bathing in vervain, KNOWING he’s human around a bunch of vampires??? He was always vervaining the hos.

Bonnie what the hell you doin’ guh?

So Bonnie’s doing ancestral magic? Through Grams? I dig it... move yo ass to Nawlins and go get Marcel and then go live happily ever after.

So Bonnie.... you’ve been out of practice for a while... where you find this spell?

Okay Caroline you coulda muted your emotions and like.... made this call while yall was still hauling ass down the road.

Bonnie bih, you die I’ll kill ya.

Where the FUCK is Stefan going?

Bonnie Gangsta Bennet is Beyonce of Mystic Falls.

Okay Bonnie you saying you not strong but yo ass having a chit chat, holding the fires of hell at bay bih...

Hey Sheila Whitley Bennett. Lol.

YAAAAAAS bout time the Bennets get they shine.

........... Is this it? What the hell done happened?

BONNIE BITCH YOU PASS OUT ONE MO GAIN IMMA KICK YOU IN YO FUCKIN TEETH!!!!

I’m surprised this show has sponsors honestly...

Elena again... jeeze

So he WAS on vervain.

Man what the FUCK.... this illogic

IF THE CURE WENT OUT OF HIS BLOOD WITH ONE VIAL OF DAMN... BLOOD... THEN WOULDNT ELENA ASS DIE TOO?????

Fuck this god awful show

Damon is NOT the right man what the hell how they made this all Stefan fault?

Defan both is trash but man...

So Elena wakes up with her man and Caroline assed out because Stefan wanna be stupid...

Ion eem ship Steroline but what the FUCK WAS THAT???

Stefan get cho brother bruh

Lexi :D

I shipped them anyway, fuck all of this

Elena give this fuckin diary up

Man fuck Elena

Okay but Stefan TRIED to be good sometimes lol

Okay ew at this Damon/Caroline scene...

I’m sorry but all this time in the damn casket and Elena hair still straight as a damn bone. Girl where’s the bed hair?

Caroline.... you got on my nerves sometimes but you deserved better than this shit here...

Wow. So they just gon kill the nigga and move on?

Matt got a bench... LMFAOOOOOO

Vicki and Tyler... Im okay with it but I needED TONNIE AND I DIDNT GET IT!!!!!!!

Bonnie’s alive so that’s more than I could ask for.

Ion get how Stefan had to die doe...

OH SO JEREMY CAME BACK AND AINT EEM LOOK BONNIE WAY??? like nigga you claimed you loved her. I knew that shit was false.

Bonnie aint trippin off yo fuckin ass no way lol

Lord. They left Klaroline wide open. fml I pray Candice don’t fuckin take a job on TO.

And Elena got some ugly ass handwriting.

So now that the cure is out of Elena’s system she can be a vampire? Man, what is this show?

Back to an earlier thought, I guess Elena wouldn't age after all cause she wasn’t as old as them niggas but still.

This finale was very underwhelming but I guess they had to come up with something huh?

I’ve reached the end and all I could say was they wasted all of that time on the sirens plot when they could have tied up loose fuckin ends but whatever. Fuck them. A blind sloth with one finger and a short pencil with no eraser could write a better fucking show.

#personal #tvd spoilers #lb: tvd #the vampire diaries #what the hell did i expect?#anti every fuckin body

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skullrock · 4 years ago

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headcanon - Steve and Baby Fever

gif by @harringtown

requests: Headcanon that grown up married Steve is one of those ppl who sees a baby in public and goes 'Awww 🥺💘🥰💖😍💗🤩' and then gets baby fever. // Do you have headcanons of married steve taking care of pregnant reader? Its their first kid...

warnings: none <3

a/n: someone get this man a kid STAT

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Steve never really thought about having kids

but that completely changed when you both were taking a walk in the local park

a little girl ran up to Steve and hugged his leg

he didn’t know what to do - so he bent down and said “hi?”

and she took his hand and asked him to play hide and seek with her

Steve was thoroughly confused but you spurred him on - “c��mon, dude, you can’t say no to that face”

and you were right! he simply could not say no to her

so he played hide and seek with her for a while, always letting her win and always acting like he couldn’t find her

her parents were nearby, and you decided to strike up a conversation with them

they asked if you both had any kids because Steve was doing so well with their daughter, and you admitted that you didn’t

but after that encounter, Steve had Certified Baby Fever

if you were at a store, he would look at the baby clothes - “I’d totally dress our kid in this”

and when he’d see any babies or young kids in public, you could see the hearts in his eyes

so you both had a talk and decided that it was time to try, both of you so excited at the prospect of raising a child

Steve bought a ton of name books and kept a little journal full of the ones you both liked

he even started to design a nursery before you were pregnant!

he also did a lot of research on how he could break the cycle of neglect his parents made him suffer from and he promised he would never be like his dad

when you finally got pregnant, Steve was by your side almost 24/7

he took up all the cooking and cleaning and would buy you little gifts to make up for the pain you were in

constantly asking “are you okay? how are you feeling? do you need anything?”

every single day he would tell you how beautiful you were, how you were glowing, how he couldn’t believe he was about to have a kid with you

Steve was really good at listening to you rant and not trying to solve your problems - he just let you cry it out, always there to support you

he made you promise to call him if you felt a kick and he was at work - he would speed home to be a part of that experience

also he definitely talked to the baby all the time

“your mom is being SO MEAN” “I can’t wait to meet you” “you’re gonna be so damn cute - shit, sorry, dang cute”

he also would always accompany you to your appointments and get very misty eyed when the ultrasound came up - the baby was so tiny!! “as big as a jellybean, dude, how cool is that!!”

Steve would sit up in bed at night and read parenting books, sometimes waking you up with little gasps as he would highlight and bookmark things he thought were cool or insightful

when you finally went into labor, Steve panicked hard, but was also extremely excited - “it’s happening!!! it’s happening!!!”

also Steve would nearly faint if he stayed in the hospital room with you while you gave birth but he wanted to be apart of the experience regardless

he probably definitely held your hand tighter than you held his while giving birth

and he would repeat every single thing the doctor said

“keep breathing” “yeah, babe, keep breathing”

“the baby is crowning” “baby’s crowning sweetheart”

“push!” “push!!!!”

and when your child finally arrived he would cry for hours, just so excited that he was a dad, and so proud that he helped make something as beautiful as his kid

nothing was more adorable than watching Steve hold the baby while crying

he keeps saying “this is my baby? mine? this little thing?”

and you’d say “yeah, Steve, you were here when it came out of me”

and he would look so proud and so in love

and you were so happy to have a little family of your own

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thephantomofthe-internet · 4 years ago

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Read into Me Chapter 10: That Mad Ache

Steve Harrington x Reader

CATCH UP ON THE SERIES HERE

Words: 2,266

Warnings: ANGST FRIENDS THIS ONES NOT FUN

Series Tag: @divinity-deos @thecaptainsgingersnap @wolfish-willow @scoopsohboi @herre-gud-nej @clockworkballerina @maddie1504 @i-am-trash-so-much-its-scary @buckysarge @wildcvltre @stanleyyelnatsiii @n3wtscaseofniffler5 @peterparxour @a-big-ball-of-idk @asharpkniffe @used-avocado @mochminnie @sledgy14 @the-creative-lie @yall-wildin-like-siriusly @ggclarissa @boredoomfm @voidnarnia @the-passionate-freak @awkwardnesshabitat @darkcrystal-wolf @hannahrisacher

You didn’t exactly know where you were going, but you didn’t care. You had the windows rolled down, Elton John crooning on the radio, and your bare feet up on the seat. Steve had taken off his tie and jacket, popping open the top three buttons on his dress shirt. His hair was blowing in the breeze and you could see his chest hair peeking out from under the thin material of his shirt. He looked hot. You were drunk on adrenaline and you felt like kissing him. You were hyperaware of your lips, of his. You almost reached over to kiss him. But you didn’t.

“Where are we going?” you called over the wind in your ears.

Steve turned and looked at you with a cheeky grin. He’d pulled in around the community pool, long closed. “You wanna go swimming?” he asked.

“Won’t we get caught?” you asked. You didn’t bother to mention your lack of swimwear. You weren’t naïve as to what he was suggesting and you weren’t uninterested in the idea.

“Nah, the cops are more interested in stopping teen drinking after the dance ends than sneaking into the pool.” Steve replied with a shrug, parking the car at the farthest end of the lot, under a heavy looking evergreen. You nodded, popping the door open. Steve grinned, following you as you made your way into the pool. As expected, the back gate was locked with a heavy padlock and chain, but the fence was easily jumped, barely seven feet tall, Steve barely had to climbed to reach the top and then up and over. The fence was a bit taller than you compared to Steve, but you hooked your bare feet into the latticed metal and heaved yourself up, pausing briefly at the top to take in a heavy breath before throwing your other leg over the top and shimmied down.

The pavement below was dry and harsh, long dried out from last summer. Hawkins still couldn’t be bothered to install an automated cover for the pool, draining it in the winter and leaving it uncovered for the rest of the year. It was a costly cheap fix, but it came in handy now. The long plastic line lanes had been pulled out and roped up on large barrels near the clubhouse and the lights along the pool walls turned the water ominously yellow along the edges. The lights above the pool had been turned off, but the street lamps along the road and in the parking lot lit up the area enough to see.

Steve swallowed hard. The woods were too close. He didn’t like darkness that loomed there; the unknown had too many options now. Those damned dogs could still be out there. He hadn’t seen where they’d gone. They’d all just run off. He hadn’t seen one since but on the nights where he couldn’t sleep he’d sit and watch out his windows to try to spot anything in those woods. He didn’t like the way the trees moved in the wind, especially with bleary, sleep deprived eyes. Now he was a bit too close. Cold sweat pricked his skin.

You reached behind your back and pulled down the zipper of your dress. You felt self conscious of yourself. You’d never stripped for a man, even really around a man. Still, you’d decided to do it. You pushed off the straps of your dress, letting it slip off your body and fall to the pavement below you. You dove into the water, icy cold on your skin.

Steve heard the splash. He whipped around, looking for a demo-dog about to strike. He didn’t know if they could swim and he didn’t want to find out. Instead he saw you burst through the water, your hair wet and slicked to your skull. Your makeup had smeared and your lips slightly blue. “You coming?” you asked, gasping for air to fill your cold body. Steve swallowed hard, nodding quickly. He kicked off his dress pants and unbuttoned his dress shirt. He jumped in fast, putting his focus on the beautiful, nearly naked girl in the water with him. In the back of his mind, he was wired. It wasn’t so much a fight or flight but more a protective urge. If anything happened, he’d made up his mind that he’d protect you over himself. He’d done it before for those kids, he’d do it again.

He burst out of the water in front of you with a splash. You laughed loudly, tipping your head back. Steve shook his head wildly, his hair flicking water over your face and neck. You squealed, pushing him away, swimming off to the other side of the pool.

“Aw come on, I thought you liked it wet,” he joked, swimming after you.

“Oh I do,” you started, turning to move away from the wall. Steve trapped you between his arms.

“Oh yeah? Tell me more…” he drawled. Moonlight was caught in your eyes. Or maybe that was street lights. It didn’t really matter; he could spend the rest of his life drinking you in.

You demurred, turning your head away from him. You ran a hand through your soaked hair. “Isn’t that a bit vain?” you asked.

“Sue me…” Steve chuckled, lowering his head to watch you carefully.

You conceded, leaning your elbows against the edge of the pool to hold yourself up. “I like your hair, wet or dry…I like your eyes and your smile…and…” you paused, humming slightly to mull over whether or not you should you should admit. “I like your arms.” You said simply, almost decidedly.

“My arms?” Steve was bemused. He expected to be flattered, and he was, but he didn’t expect a mention to his arms.

“Yeah, they’re strong and warm, I find them endlessly comforting.” You shrugged, reaching out a hand to caress his wrist gently. Your fingers had pruned, but your touch was warm, it sent tingles up his spine. You lifted his hand off the pool side, swimming under it and across the pool.

Steve turned to watch you go past. “And I like…” he said in a sing-song tone, putting his finger to his chin and cocking his head to the side.

“Oh no, I don’t really need to-” you started, holding up your hands defensibly.

“I like your laugh,” Steve said, cutting you off. “And your hands, even though they’re always covered in grey smudges, because you can make beautiful things with them. And I like eyes. You have nice eyes.”

You felt yourself colour. You didn’t know how to handle compliments, you didn’t get them often enough to be used to them. “Thank you…” you murmured. Steve once again trapped you. He felt warm against your skin, dizzying delicious. You wanted to stay there forever, but your mind screamed at you to run. His mouth hovered over yours, inching closer to yours. Your eyes fluttered shut. You wanted so badly to kiss him.

Instead, you pressed a hand to his bare chest, pushing him back. “Steve, wait,” you began.

Steve’s heart dropped “I thought…”

“I know, but I can’t, I haven’t told you yet…” your heart was breaking in your chest. You didn’t think this would be as difficult as this. You hadn’t expected everything to be so perfect.

“Told me what?” Steve narrowed his eyes. He didn’t know what you were about to say, but he didn’t like it. He’d already dealt with Nancy sneaking around with Jonathan Byers behind his back; he didn’t want to be made a fool again.

“I’m…leaving.”

“What?”

“I’m leaving Hawkins.” You sighed, pushing yourself onto the edge of the pool, letting the cold bitter night air sting your skin. “I’m meeting my mother in Paris. I’ve applied to the city’s school of the arts.”

Steve didn’t know what to say. He hadn’t imagined you going anywhere. You pressed on to fill the gap. “I don’t really know when I’ll be back here, it’ll all depend on if I get into the school and so I don’t want to lead you on or start something here when I’m leaving so soon.” You explained awkwardly.

“When are you leaving?” Steve managed to ask, swallowing hard.

“Right after graduation,” you said. Steve groaned loudly, an anguished cry. “I wanted to leave the first week of June but a part of the application process is working for a month in this sort of salon. It’s not like teaching its showing what you can do in real time. I have to leave right after exams and graduation to get there in time.”

The sound of a car speeding past drew in both your attention. You both became hyperaware that you were trespassing on city property. “We should go.” Steve said coldly, heaving himself out of the pool. You grabbed your dress off the pavement. Steve followed suit with his own dress clothes, pulling his dress shirt over his wet skin. You both hopped the fence again, walking in silence to his car. You felt distressingly naked compared to Steve, who was pulling back on his pants. Instead of going to the driver’s side to unlock the car, he popped the trunk and pulled out an oil marked Hawkins High sweatshirt from under the bat. He tossed it at your head and shut the trunk.

“Thank you…” you muttered, placing your dress on the roof of his car and pulled on the sweatshirt greedily. You drank in the warmth of the material, blocking out the cold air on your arms and chest. Steve unlocked his door and reached inside to pop the lock on your side. You pulled open your door and grabbed your dress, tossing it onto the floor of the car. You stepped in, shutting out the night as Steve started up the car.

You drove in silence for awhile. Then, Steve spoke “So, how long have you known?” he asked.

“A couple weeks, around the same time you asked me to prom.” You replied. Steve nodded, turning his attention back to the road. You could’ve cut the tension with a butter knife. “Do you hate me?” you asked.

Steve sighed “No, I don’t think I could hate you. But I wish you told me sooner.”

“I didn’t want to ruin prom…” you turned your attention to the window “And I didn’t think you liked me back…”

“So you’re just gone after this?” Steve asked, turning down your shared street. You silently wished he’d acknowledged your feelings. That’s he’d even look at you. You his gaze stayed fixed on the road ahead and his mouth pulled into a tight, thin line.

“I might be,” you turned to look at Steve fully “If I get in, then I’ll have the option to go for their four year program. But if I don’t get in, I’ll be back by early July.”

“And if you get in?” Steve turned into his own driveway, turning off the engine but not moving.

“Then I’d come home for Christmas...” that wasn’t a certain thing, your mother didn’t come home for the holiday and with assignments you weren’t certain you’d be back either, but setting a time frame for your homecoming made the whole thing feel more certain.

Steve nodded again. He was chewing on the inside of his cheek, not really looking at you, more the skyline behind your head. He was upset to say the least. Not necessarily at you, he understood why you hadn’t told him, but a bit of resentment harboured in the pit of his stomach. You were about to get out of this shit hole, to go on an adventure of your own. And he hadn’t even gotten into college. He was stuck here. He hated the universe for fucking with him, for showing him a new start and then taking it away.

“Steve,” you reached for the door. You needed to both be there with him and hidden away in your room. “Ask me to stay and I will.”

Steve turned to look at you. He saw the fear in your eyes, how pale you’d gone. You looked terrified and he was certain that it wasn’t of him. “Ask me and I will.” You repeated, nodding your head slightly.

Steve wanted desperately to say yes. To have you stay with him for the summer. But he knew it wouldn’t be fair. “No,” he breathed “I can’t do that, Y/N.”

“Yes you can, I’m telling you that you can.” You sounded desperate. You felt desperate. Every part of you was begging to stay exactly where you were. For the first time in your life, things were starting to turn up for you. Before now, you could’ve left everything behind easily. Now everything was more complicated. You were scared of the future, of what lay ahead in France. Steve was a way out, an escape from the change already set into motion. Your mother would understand she’d given up on so many things for men; her modelling career for your father, a second chance on it for an ex-fiancé, photo shoots and interviewers with designers for various flings. You giving up a chance at art school for Steve felt okay.

“No, no you have to go. You’re too good to not try this.” He rubbed your cheek with his thumb before turning away from you. Your heart broke, your hopes shattered on the floor at your feet. You bundled up your things from the floor and pushed the door open. Blue tears were streaming down your face. You couldn’t be around him now.

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