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froginabogg · 2 days
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okay these have been sitting in my drafts for SO LONG now and I haven't made any more while I've been waist-deep in my Pulp brainrot so might as well set these ones free lmao
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kairithemang0 · 3 days
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"But first you need to apologize to my friend. you FARTED on him."
YES STEPH STAND UP TO FOR YOUR BOYFRIEND
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glittter-skeleton · 23 hours
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For the abstinence camp girlies
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alieonya · 2 days
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we need to talk about how steph is so tragic, because in the scene after ‘the summoning’ she doesn’t even consider that pete wants her too, and is what he cherishes most. she’s so used to feeling dumb, and even worthless as well, she literally can’t wrap her head around the idea that he likes her too. im SICK.
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devildarling08 · 1 day
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LAUTSKI NATION RISE !!
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aliceisaperson · 2 days
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That fucking cool as I think I am (reprise) animatic holy shit man 😭😭😭😭
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pretty-boy-eddie · 12 hours
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Something something "The person who sees the bad in everything despite knowing how good the world can be" X "The person who sees the beauty in everything despite knowing first-hand how awful it can become"
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No Flowers On My Bones - 2
MASTERLIST
Content Warning: character death mention, grief, poor self image, poorly translated Polish, Ted being Ted
🥀🥀🥀🥀
Steph hadn’t been able to sleep. Believe her, she wanted to. She tried. Really, she did. But tomorrow came, and left sleep behind. Her eyes were slightly bloodshot, having been awake the whole night. She sat on the Spankoffski’s couch, knees curled into her chest. They’d let her stay over more often than not after everything. She didn’t want to be alone in fhe manor more than necessary. Being the gentleman he was, Peter had opted to sleep on the couch, but Stephanie refused. She knew that she wanted some time to process, and she wanted Pete to be comfortable.
Her hair was disheveled, and she wore no makeup for once. She wore a pair of pajama shorts and one of Pete’s old t-shirts from a summer camp he got sent to. It was a hideous thing, bright blue with black lettering reading “Virginity Rocks.”
In her mind’s eye, Steph thought she looked like a dumpster fire.
She sure as hell felt like one.
Her mind had plagued her with unending memories of her dad. Both when he was alive, and memories from that night. She wondered, could things have gone differently? Could he have still been here if she hadn’t ran?
Was this her fault?
Who was she kidding, it had to be her fault. Her fault for going along with Chastity’s plan, her fault for asking Pete to go to Pasqualli’s, her fault to ask him to cheat on that test…
But she didn’t regret Peter. No, in her eyes he was the one good thing to come out of this.
But Steph didn’t deserve Pete. That’s what she genuinely believed. She’d cost him a normal life, she’d cost him his two best friends. Even now, she couldn’t imagine how he could love her after everything. But he did.
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The words had been quietly exchanged after Richie’s funeral. Pete had broken before they got to the car, crying. It had broken Steph’s heart. She held him close, comforting him, letting him let out his emotions. His eyes had been puffy and red, and his face was caked with salty tears. Steph did her best to soothe him and dry his eyes, cooing soft reassurances at him. She took his glasses off so they wouldn’t get smushed, and placed them on her head, pushed up so she could still see.
After hesitating for a bit, Steph had pulled Peter down so she could kiss his forehead, and gently held him. Pete had pressed his face into Steph’s shoulder, his hands on her waist.
That was when he’d uttered the words, “….I love you…”
“I love you too, Petey….” she had whispered back.
And she had meant it.
•••
Steph stared off, eyes practically burrowing holes into the coffee table. Yeah, Pete loved her, but he shouldn’t. Not after everything.
Peter stumbled downstairs with a yawn, his hair a mess. He wore a goofy pair of Star Wars pajama bottoms, and an old navy blue tanktop. If it were any other time, Steph would have quietly admired the fact that he was kind of jacked, but she barely even registered his presence.
And Peter took no offense to this. One glance at her showed him that she wasn’t in great shape. And he didn’t blame her. No, Pete had been an itter trainwreck after Ruth and Richie’s funerals. If he was being honest, he still wasn’t okay. He got a pot of coffee started for his family and Steph. His blood sugar was okay for now, so he’d wait to make his hot chocolate.
Instead, as the coffee pot started going, he moved to the couch, settling beside Steph. She started slightly, snapped out of her thoughts. Pete gave her that awkward, sweet smile of his and held out his arm to offer her a hug.
The corner of Steph’s lips quirked up slightly.
She slowly nestled herself into Pete’s side, letting him wrap his arms around her. Steph draped her legs over Pete’s lap, and rested her cheek against his shoulder. His thumbs rubbed small circles into her skin, and he sighed as he placed his chin on the top of her head.
“…You didn’t sleep, did you.”
“Nope.”
“I didn’t either, after Ruth and Richie’s funerals.”
Steph pressed a small kiss to Pete’s shoulder.
“I feel gross, Pete.”
“You look beautiful though.”
“Sure don’t feel like it.”
Peter pulled back a smidge, moving to cup Steph’s cheek in his palm. He ran his thumb along her cheekbone, and looked her in the eyes.
“Maybe you don’t feel like it, but I’m looking at the prettiest girl in all of Hatchetfield,” he murmured, softly.
Steph’s heart melted a little bit, his words filling her head with cotton.
Peter pressed a kiss to her cheek before moving her to snuggle into him once more. She relaxed a bit, enjoying the moment.
That is, until Ted came down the stairs with a big yawn, shirtless and hairy as ever.
“Mornin’ lovebirds,” he greeted, scratching his chest as he headed into the kitchen to get himself some coffee.
Pete cringed. “Dude. Put on a shirt, nobody wants to see that,” he said, moving a hand to dramatically cover Steph’s eyes.
Steph giggled as she heard Ted scoff and pour himself some coffee.
“I think several of the fine ladies of Hatchetfield would have to disagree with you there, kiddo,” Ted shot back. “Jesteś po prostu zazdrosny, że nie masz tak seksownego ciała.”
“Theodore jesteś odpychający.”
“Guys, I don’t speak Polish stop it,” Steph said, lightheartedly as she removed Peter’s hand from her eyes.
Pete stifled a laugh.
“Stephanie, if we’re switchin’ languages like that, it means you don’t need to know,” Ted said, shooting a cryptic smirk at Pete.
Soon, Pete’s mom and dad came downstairs, and the house was bustling with life as the two went about making breakfast. Peter never let go of her, encouraging her to be a part of the conversation.
It was foreign to her, having such a lively home.
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artchixs · 4 months
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if I loved you. you would know it.
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hibiscus02 · 6 months
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You just gotta love how Steph flirts with Pete constantly, asks him out more than once, and then has the gall to say "you're obsessed with me" my sister in christ the call is coming from inside the house
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froginabogg · 3 days
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steph without question beating up the waiter when pete says he's a bully, certified simp moment
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closetnerd62 · 5 months
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The holy quintuplet of dynamics
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kairithemang0 · 2 days
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I’m crying at the cool as I think I am reprise animatic OH MY GOD ITS GORGEOUS???
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pawpunkao3 · 6 months
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Still can't get over how Steph said "who's the victim when you shoot me looks" to Pete. That's like two inches away from calling him a vixen. A temptress. A scandalous little minx who seduces all the proper gentlewomen with his beautiful thick-lashed babyboy eyes. Girl get ahold of yourself
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my favorite genre of cast photo are the ones that also read as social media posts from the characters in universe
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