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Rules & directions how to watch flowers #2183:
Wallpaper blossom. Just copy and paste.
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Blosso - Deja Vu (Beatport Exclusive)
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HALLLPPP!!!!!!
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thinking about how seokmin is jeonghan's favorite human
#like im sorry but i will die on this hill i am sorry#then i will blosso for you pt 2#w highly homoerotism subtext and guys making out
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WHAT THE FUCK WHY CAN STRETXH THIS GUYS NIPPLE WHAT THE FUCK
#for context im watching celbitt play undergrlund blosso#he is currently stretching a tied up man's nipple#paimon!liveblogs!
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“you clean up pretty nicely fer someone who’s such a fuckin’ scrub.”
osamu loves his brother dearly, though his smile doesn’t quite reach his homey brown eyes as he fixes the pretty gold bow tie around his twin brother’s neck. instead of snarling back a playful response, atsumu only blinks at the reflection of himself in the mirror— sweat beading on his brow, Adam’s apple nervously bobbing up and down as he recites his words in his head.
“oi!” osamu snaps his fingers in front of his brother’s face, frown on his identical features while he grabs the lapels of atsumu’s tux. “whas’the matter with you, dickwad—?”
the blonde blinks— cutting the younger twin off. “ya think she’s ready f’me ‘samu?” the great atsumu miya, voted sexiest man in sport by Japan vogue, pride and joy of their national team, the better miya despite how brash and loud he can be…nervous. it hits osamu like a truck. “i mean like…’m a lot to deal with, she’s gonna have’ta deal with the shitty media, with shitty me and ‘m scared, ‘samu. what if she changes her mind about me?”
“don’t be stupid, she’s dealt with your dumbass f’this long. she loves you enough to want your last name.” osamu grunts, ruffling his brother’s perfectly styled hair and even though his ma will probably kill him, ‘tsumu somehow looks better than before. more like himself.
“will ya go and check on her?” the blonde half begs. “it’ll make me feel better.”
osamu obliges, heading straight to a dressing room further down the hall— knocking twice but not expecting to be whacked in the face by a lace garter.
“atsumu miya i told you not to come in here! it’s bad luck to see the bride before the—oh! osamu!”
you look like a bride, no, you’re prettier than most. the sweetheart necklace of your couture wedding gown looks perfect on you, the lacey bodice hugging your figure perfectly. you have that glow of someone who’s just about to be married, who’s going to be happy for the rest of her life— and it only shines brighter because of the sweet little gems accenting everything you wear. osamu miya’s heart nearly stops in its place.
“hope yer not confusing me with my stupid mug of a brother,” he finally says when he enters the room— hand held out to twirl you and watch your dress spin under the warm afternoon sun.
“you’re identical, osamu.”
“but he’s the uglier one,” the younger miya twin says pointedly, making you smile, melting at your gentle laugh while you politely cover your mouth with your manicured hand. “‘n stop calling me that, ‘m not your boss anymore and yer practically family now.”
still giggling, you nod cutely, looking up at osamu and he swears he might die. “sorry ‘samu, it’s a shame about ‘tsumu though; wouldn’t want him to ruin any wedding photos.”
“impossible,” the restaurant owner whispers without thinking. “you’ll be in ‘em, and you look so beautiful.” he twirls you again, as if watching your skirts spin in a brilliant flowing circle will turn back time. take osamu back to when he first met you; when you were meek and shy and looking for a part time job in onigiri miya to make ends meet.
he would have turned back time to a place in your lives where he would have taken you on dates instead of pushing you away the night you confessed to him in the back office. he would have stolen you away on a trip to his favourite ice cream parlour in his hometown to tell you he loved you before atsumu confessed his love to you at a big game in Tokyo with the whole world watching. he would have held your hand a little tighter instead of letting them brush softly while you worked together in the kitchens, he would have walked you home more often, danced with you around his shop after closing time, held your hands between his to warm them up in the cold winters.
he wouldn’t have fought his own twin brother in the onigiri miya staff car park for a chance to make you happy. he wouldn’t have let atsumu pin him down into the gravel, straddling his hips and shaking him by the collar with blood blossoming from the cut on his twin’s lower lip. “i can’t give her up b’fore i’ve even tried, ‘samu. i’m not like you.” atsumu wouldn’t have said, teary eyed in fear of betraying the person he loves most in the world.
then none of you would be here on your wedding day, engaged and soon to be married to the one and only atsumu miya.
then he wouldn’t be picturing you at the end of the makeshift aisle outside his family shrine hyogo, marrying osamu instead.
then osamu wouldn’t be hurting, living a life with only one regret.
“‘samu?” your voice penetrates his thoughts even while so quiet. “do you think he’s ready for me?”
funny how you’ve said the same thing as his twin, you’re both so alike and maybe that makes you perfect for one another. “of course he is, if he wasn’t i’d have to knock some sense into that empty skull of his.” osamu hums when you face him again, biting his tongue. he could have told you how much he had loved you all these years, he could have ruined everything but then he wouldn’t have been able to see that angelic smile grace your lips and watch the spark in your eyes nearly blind him.
“oh, thank you ‘samu…”
you’re about to say more, he’s about to do the same but your bridesmaids rush in shoo him out to add the finishing touches to your bridal look. the door closes in osamu’s face, and he sighs, because although he can’t go back and turn back time…part of him still wishes he fought back, to be then one that loves you now, instead.
#miya osamu x reader#miya osamu x you#miya osamu angst#osamu angst#osamu x reader#osamu drabble#osamu imagine#hq x reader#hq x you#hq angst#hq imagines#osamu scenarios#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu angst#haikyuu imagines#tteokdoroki#haikyuu drabbles#🗑. aali’s chatroom
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Let's (re)Read The Great Hunt! Chapter 43: A Plan
I've believed in my own lies so strongly I made them come true. I promise that this time I rant much less about the Seanchan. I also promise that this chapter doesn't actually spoil all that much, but it's still spoils a few things for this book and the later The Wheel of Time series as a whole so you shouldn't keep reading unless you're ready for that.
This chapter has the a'dam bracelet as it's all about the plan to get Egwene away from captivity.
Feeling worse than useless, she picked up her skirts and ran, and Egwene’s screams pursued her. She could not make herself stay, and leaving made her feel a coward.
Shame you didn't kill Renna BEFORE she put the bracelet back on!
Nah I'm just messing Min. Shit sucks. This is a terrible way to get a POV section.
She was not accustomed to weeping openly, but then she was not accustomed to feeling so helpless, so useless.
Sadly, Min never does internalize the notion that she may have been a medium fish in Baerlon but that she's krill compared to the world's big players. Even more sadly, the fact that she is comparatively useless as a combatant never stops being relevant in her life. She shoulda pulled a Ty Lee and invented a knife style that just fucks up channelers or something.
“That color becomes you,” Nynaeve continued. “You should have taken up dresses long since. Though I’ve thought of breeches myself since I saw them on you.”
Nynaeve is pretty conservative at times but it's sweet that she's thought about how she has the option to wear pants thanks to Min.
Min hesitated a fraction before saying, “She’s as well as can be expected.” Min could see it all too well, if she told them what was happening to Egwene right that moment. Nynaeve was as likely as not to go storming back in an attempt to stop it.
And she's not even using her seeing powers to predict this future!
‘Give me a damane of my own on my deck,’ he says, ‘and I will sail this instant.’
Domon really does seem to be an incredibly adaptive man and a quick thinker. It's a shame he always stayed pretty background; I wonder what he might have pulled off if he'd had a chance.
“I wish Rand were here.” Elayne sighed, and when they both looked at her, she blushed and quickly added, “Well, he does have a sword. I wish we had somebody with a sword. Ten of them. A hundred.”
Keep it in your dress, Elayne. The adults are talking.
She touched her chest absently, as if feeling something through her coat.
KEEP IT IN YOUR DRESS, NYNAEVE. Good lord how is Min being the reasonable one about boys right now?
I hope one of you can think of something I haven’t; I’ve wracked my brains, and I always stumble when it comes to the a’dam, the leash and collar. Sul’dam don’t like anyone watching too closely when they open them.
General protectiveness of their ability to hold slaves, or furtive, subconscious acknowledgment of the fact that should destroy an empire?
A man’s ring of heavy gold floated above Nynaeve’s head, and above Elayne’s, a red-hot iron and an axe.
Well Nynaeve already has the ring so that's a terrible future vision, and this particular prophecy actually doesn't come true for Elayne because it relates to a cut version of how Rand loses his hand. Let's say it's got something to do with Manetheren and Perrin I guess. Or maybe it's a Fourth Age thing.
Many people had fled here from villages further from the coast. Min saw no point to it—they had leaped from the possibility of a visit from the Seanchan to the certainty of Seanchan all around them—but she had heard what the Seanchan did when they first came to a village, and she could not blame the villagers too much for fearing another appearance.
Safety in numbers and staying inside the region the Seanchan aren't likely to wage war against any time soon.
The inn had been hastily renamed The Three Plum Blossoms, but part of the word “Watcher” still showed through the slapdash paint work on the sign.
Betcha anything that three plum blossoms are an auspicious omen in Seanchan culture and that the innkeeper is already currying some favor.
“It’s all right,” Min told her, taking a place on the end of one of the benches at the table. “He only looks and sounds like a bear.” Elayne sat down on the other end, looking doubtful.
Min is of course pretty used to all sorts from her own inn days, and anyway if there's any omens around Domon they're likely ones that suggest decentness.
I did think I could spin a tale or two and be on my way, but now I think when I no entertain him any longer, it be an even wager whether he do let me go or have my head cut off.
I think Domon probably would be enslaved instead but yeah not a good outcome in any case.
Two gold rings hung on the cord. Min gasped when she saw one—it was the heavy man’s ring she had seen when she read Nynaeve in the street—but she knew it was the other, slighter and made for a woman’s slender finger, that made Domon’s eyes bulge. A serpent biting its own tail.
I told you your prophecy was dumb, Min.
But also damn Nynaeve is reckless and this Aes Sedai impersonation business is going to get so out of hand. Real Aes Sedai lie there though, where she tells him he knows what it means instead of the truth that she's earned the ring but isn't Aes Sedai.
Six damane they did put around her, stepping out of the alleys of a sudden. I did think she would . . . do something—you know what I mean—but. . . . I know nothing of these things. One moment she did look as if she would destroy them all, then a look of horror did come on her face, and she did scream.
Frankly I suspect they were overdoing it with six; the Seanchan have more powerful channelers on average, after all. I wonder if they've noticed it yet.
“Egwene said they have two prisoners,” Min said slowly. “Ryma, a Yellow, and she didn’t know who the other is.” Nynaeve gave her a sharp look, and she fell silent, blushing. From the look on Domon’s face, it had not furthered their cause any to tell him the Seanchan held two Aes Sedai, not just one.
I'm a little surprised Min is naive enough to mention this. You'd think with her life experiences she'd be much more guarded about what information she's willing to share, and with whom.
“With some people,” she said, “you have to be certain. If you show them one glimmer of doubt, they’ll sweep you off in some direction you don’t want to go. Light, but I was afraid he was going to say no. Come, we have plans yet to make. There are still one or two small problems to work out.”
Nynaeve is an icon and we will close out this chapter with a moment of respect for her.
#let's read#wheel of time#wot#robert jordan#wheel of time spoilers#wot spoilers#min farshaw#nynaeve al'meara#elayne trakand#bayle domon
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Would you be willing to write for Glamrock Bonnie and Glamrock Foxy for a reader with really bad depression? If not that's fine. Thank you for this.
This is something I struggle with myself so it might go dark as mine is bad, really bad.
G! Bonnie x G! Foxy x Gen Reader with Severe Depression
A/N: If this, or anything I write, comes off disrespectful to those with medical and mental disabilities, it is not my intention. I have quite a few myself and never intend to put anyone down over something that is out of their control.
A/N: Despite the warnings, I will not mark this 18+. I have fought depression most of my life and I know there are those underage that could potentially heal from seeking comfort in their favorite others.
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FNAF Requests
⚠️ depression, active self harm, mention of suicide, blood, self depreciation, self induced starvation, self induced cuts, self induced bruises, drug usage, possible drug overdose, alcohol, possibly alcohol overdose, warranted restraining
- Under the cut for length
Glamrock Bonnie
Bonnie will be quick to notice the shift in your demeanor, one of the quickest in the megaplex, whether you work in his bowling alley, technician, or as a night guard.
And Bonnie will know what causes it immediately from the fake smiles, fake cheer in your voice, and the moment your alone, the darkness that shrouds you.
Bonnie can be known to be a jerk, but he won't be one to you until your comfortable with him. But even then he won't push past your limit.
Trust Bonnie with your pain and worries, something that you both know will be difficult at first. But you'll feel better when you do, and it will allow him to decide where focus first and help you heal.
Self harm and suicide are something a lot of those with depression struggle with, whether past or present, Bonnie will be at your side for you.
Don't hide it from Bonnie, seek him out anytime, busy or not, and he will help you through your episode.
Once Bonnie knows that you have depression, he'll be keeping his ears on you. So even if you think you don't deserve his help and try to hide, he'll still find you and won't leave unless it's truly what you need.
Yes Bonnie has his anger, but it will never be directed towards you for running and hiding your pain and tears.
And Bonnie's offer for his help doesn't extend to to only the days you work. Need him to talk through your fazwatch all night stuck at home? He'll do it. If you can make it to the megaplex, or already there, the two of you can hide in his room.
Bonnie won't be there just for your downs, he'll be there for, and help create, happy times. Sneaking you into his room for movie nights, bowling nights, or anything else that brings a real smile to your face.
Relapses can, and will, happen despite the efforts of both of you. And Bonnie will be there as you let it out, as long as it's not self harm, and pick up back up after.
Self harm is where Bonnie will find out and stop you, no matter how much you scream and cuss him out.
Bonnie will never abash you for your attempts, or that you didn't seek him out. He'll wait, holding you or your wrists, as the you let out your suffering to him.
Bloodied arms, thighs, belly, busted knuckles and bruises, every cut and injury Bonnie will patch up and keep taps on to make sure they heal and you don't scratch them open.
Bonnie's attentiveness extends to internal and invisible injuries as well. Every time you stop eating, hitting yourself when you're alone, overdosing on drugs and medication, or alcohol, he'll know.
Bonnie will never publicly reprimand you over your depression and self harm. Doing so would destroy everything he's done to help you recover, and in doing so, you and your trust in him.
Bonnie is a master of manipulation and during all the times you've spent with him, he will be healing you. He wants to see you grow and thrive under his care.
Slowly, the fake smiles become real not just to Bonnie, but others as well. The deep pain and frustration you felt has eased, allowing your true self to blossom.
Bonnie will stay beside you, even when you've started to stand on your own, proud that you've made it so far. Happy to see your smile for however long you let him stay by your side.
Glamrock Foxy
Foxy is an attentive fox and he will quickly catch on to the sadness you hide. The drop in your smile when you're alone, lackluster in your eyes, the utter exhaustion that consumes you.
Despite being master of arts and imagination, Foxy struggles with a reclusive nature. But when it comes to you, he won't hide as he knows you need him more.
Foxy is another one to give your trust and pain to, and he will help you heal as the both of you steer through raging seas.
His room is hidden below deck of his ship and no matter day or night, you can seek Foxy or his room out to hide in.
If you need to seek Foxy out before the megaplex closes, he'll stow you away in his ship before he adventures out in search of treasure such as snacks and drinks to sustain you through the night.
Foxy will be by your side through everything, the tears, pain, screams, and prevailing silence. He'll wrap you in his coat, wiping again your tears as he holds you close or gently sway in his hammock.
Foxy may be loud and boisterous with his thick accent, but if you need quiet times, he'll sing old shanties in a hushed murmur to you.
Self harm effects those so many ages and Foxy had seen it in the preteens and teenagers that come through his cove.
And you Foxy will already notice the signs, long sleeves or hoodies, minute winces of pain, slurred or slowed speech from denying yourself substance or drug and alcohol usage.
Foxy has helped many already with self harm and knows not every person reacts to help in the same way. So he will be careful in his approach to helping you through your episode.
But if Foxy finds you in the act of self harm, he won't hesitate to retrain you in his arms, offending object of a knife, razor blade, pills, bottle of liquor, ripped out of your hand.
Foxy won't retaliate as you cuss him out like the first mate you are. He'll take it like the captain that he is to soothe the raging waves of your sea.
Afterwards, Foxy will patch up what wounds he can and if it's some he can't, or something that might require medical assistance, he'll call for back up.
Foxy knows you'll be upset with him over it, but he's concerned for your safety. He does care for you, despite what your seething pain says.
When you've been properly patched up, Foxy knows it'll take time to regain his trust and he's a patient fox.
Don't give up on Foxy, he won't give up on you even if you don't return to be his first mate. Whether you do, or don't, return, your captain will always keep and eye out for you.
When you're ready, Foxy will be waiting on his ship to return to the adventures you shared together in his cove.
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Stay Cruel Until The End - Theodore
Posted Jun 16 '22
#theodore923#fnaf#fnaf fandom#fnaf security breach#bonnie the bunny#fnaf bonnie#fnaf glamrock#fnaf foxy#foxy the pirate#bonnie x reader#foxy x reader#x reader#fnaf headcanons#headcanon#might redo later
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𖥻 YUEHUA ˒ 𝐞𝐭𝐚. spring of 2023
EDITION .. shout out to mama zhang; thank you to papa zhang!
FEATURING .. lua’s teezers ˚ inka cherinsuk ˚ han jisung
CW(S) .. suspicious behavior from the boyfie, inka collects blackmail material & existence of cake and twister
MONA SAYS .. sobs bc i posted this a week too early so pretend you haven’t seen this
at this moment in time, lua is craving for her bed. it can’t be helped; three hours of dance practice really wears a person out. and while the dinner that the girls treated her to was lovely, it barely pulled her energy up.
(but her tummy was happy so she supposes it did do something.)
“thanks for dropping me off,” she tells her manager before stepping out of the car.
while walking to the dorm, she rummages through her bag for her phone. a bit of lua hopes that she finally got a text back from her boyfriend, but it’s crushed by the lack of notifications.
tsk, there goes the rise of her suspicions.
it’s a rarity for jisung to leave her on seen. even when he’s in producer mode, he always sends at least a heart or a selfie.
lua shakes her head, dispelling those thoughts in favor of opening the door to her dorm. not even a foot in and she already feels wary because when has the place ever been this quiet?
is it already that late? she checks the time on her watch—kind of, but there’s usually at least one member who’s trying to keep their keyboard pressing to a minimum volume.
did they go somewhere? no, they’d shoot her a message if they did.. so what the fuck is going on?
“star? min? anyone home?” she cautiously calls out while walking down the hallway. with one hand tightly clutching onto her bag, lua turns toward the living room and blindly searches for the light switch. “i swear it was just here yesterday—”
“surprise!”
the sudden yells elicit the orange haired girl to jump back and drop her bag. when she comes down from her shock, she finally absorbs the scene: her members stand there with wide smiles on their face, party hats atop of their heads, and a red velvet cake in jongho’s hands.
and the best part? they have company.
“inka!” lua throws her arms around her best friend, pulling her in a tight embrace. (it doesn’t matter if she just saw the younger female a couple weeks ago, she still missed her a lot.)
out of the corner of her peripheral view, she sees jisung pouting, arms open wide. “hey.. what about me?”
“wait your turn, it’s not my fault yue loves me more.” inka playfully gloats, causing a river of chuckles to flow through the group.
wooyoung, never the recipient of best in assurance award for a reason, pats the sulking boy’s shoulder and tells him, “you’ll get used to it. we did after frequently hearing her fangirl over sunmi-sunbaenim.”
“don’t forget that for this past month, it’s been hourglass-sunbaenim.”
(yeosang’s another one who has never won that award.)
“alright, that’s enough tattling.” is what lua says once she finally pulls away from her best friend. “so what’s the cake for?”
“to celebrate your birthday, silly!” wooyoung cheers, his antics supported by mingi’s clapping.
“wait, it’s my what?”
this time, seonghwa speaks up. “today’s your birthday. did you not realize that?”
“..no?”
“well i guess we can consider this surprise a success. happy birthday, moonlight.” the eldest male gives her a small hug before stepping back to let san put a party hat on her, along with a greeting. “happy birthday, bambi.”
she pulls him in for a hug too and mumbles, “thank you, sannie.”
the party commences from there. after lua had blown out the candle on her cake (and got icing smeared on her face, courtesy of jisung and wooyoung, who got the same treatment) everyone had scattered across the living room. some were enjoying a slice of cake, a couple were arranging the gifts that had been hidden in the spare room, and others were chatting with the birthday girl.
“so this is why you seenzoned me, hm?” she teases her boyfriend who splutters, the apples of cheeks slowly blossoming into a rosy tint.
yunho laughs at the sight and inputs, “it was quite the scene, he was panicking so much that he almost dropped his phone.“
“i just didn’t wanna ruin the surprise..” jisung weakly defends himself before deciding that hiding his face in the crook of his girlfriend’s neck will save him.
(judging by the keep it pg guys! that wooyoung throws at them, it does the opposite. though the remark yeosang slides in on their behalf kind of soothes the embarrassment.)
everyone appears to be having fun, they’re seemingly enjoying themselves, especially due to seonghwa pulling out the twister game.
“when did hwa even purchase that toy?” she whispers to hongjoong who shrugs his shoulders. “i think we should be more worried about what will happen if mingi has to put a hand or foot on the red circle.”
sure enough, the blonde giant decides to forfeit rather than risk the chance of ripping his favourite joggers.
but lua doesn’t watch much more after that, not when she notices someone missing from all the fun. so after giving her slice to hongjoong, she heads over to the dining table, where inka sits all by herself.
“knock knock~” she raps her knuckles on the surface before taking the seat next to her. noting the small jolt in the younger, lua lightly jokes, “i’m no telepath but i feel like you have something you’d like to tell me.”
inka gives her a small smile. “i was just thinking of how grateful i am that you came to train at jyp. accidentally walking into that practice room was a blessing, and i’m not ever going to take it for granted; not when it gave me you. it doesn’t matter what else life decides to throw at us, i’m always going to be here for you, and i have faith that you’ll do the same for me.”
lua tugs at the sleeves of her cropped cardigan to wipe the tears that fall from her eyes. then she takes her best friend’s hands in hers and promises, “regardless of what happens, or where we find ourselves in the future, i’ll never stop supporting you.”
she quickly swipes away inka’s tears, aware that she doesn’t want the others to see, and pulls her in for another embrace. her hand gently caresses her back, a gesture she’d always do whenever she wanted to comfort her, but didn’t know what words to use.
they stay like that for a little longer before jisung yells out, “i won!”
the two girls decide to vacate the dining room and watch the winner be congratulated by his rivals. seeing as how they didn’t really have a prize, hongjoong concocts an impromptu reward and whispers it to seonghwa.
the older member seems to agree with it, for he smirks slightly. “and now, you shall get a kiss from the birthday girl.”
“huh? but is she okay with that? i mean yeah- yes she is my girlfriend but-” a kiss on the cheeks is all it takes for the blushing male to malfunction.
a click rings through the room, followed by inka mumbling, “saving that for future confidential purposes.”
laughter follows suit again. “alright, next round. winner gets a hug from the birthday girl!“ hongjoong announces, shortly sticking his tongue out at the light smack lua delivers to his arm.
at this moment in time, all lua craves is to have this.. night (or is it considered day?) captured in her memories. because moments like these have energy surging through her body.
and those ten people, the ones who try to keep their balance while intentionally bumping each other, a couple merely spectating while eating cake, plus the one sitting next to her with his hand entwined with hers?
they are one of the reasons she doesn’t regret choosing this life.
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Hi!!
I wanted to thank you for your hard work! I have requested a few things previously and all of them were brilliant!! You are awesome!
Would you mind writing this one?
So, Nat has too much training with Kate and others, so at nights she starts to sleep really deep. And one or few times she sleeps through Yelena having a nightmare, which I imagine would be Nat’s nightmare coming to life
Maybe, just to make it a bit worse, Yelena would try to wake her and Nat would be still out cold?
Of course she is heartbroken when she finds out about that, and she’s like: nope, no more sleeping that deep or I won’t sleep at all
Maybe she would ask Darcy to make her some pills that help her to make sure she is still on alert even if she is tired? We’ve already seen that not sleeping at all is not really an option
She would also (finally!) delegate some of her work to carol or anyone else
I think Yelena would be pretty furious about all of this (not delegating the work, though 😂)
If you think of any side effects the pills would have on Nat, that would be interesting too!Thank you!
A/N: Hi!!! Thank you so much for this absolutely amazing request! 💖
Also, I know it was a little long, but I kind of got carried away, lol 😂💕 For some reason, this idea really spoke to me 💗 I loved writing it, and that probably shows in just the word count 🤣💕
I hope you enjoy this one! 😊
Word Count: 7904
Warning: Overdose of pills
“Morning,” Yelena’s far too awake voice rung out as Natasha walked in. Natasha froze up as she gaped at the blonde sitting there not too far from her.
Natasha had just gotten up out of the bed and was heading tiredly into her and Yelena’s kitchen. She had woken up with a serious sleep hangover, and she was positively exhausted.
The past few days had been extremely grueling for her, and she had been truthfully taking on more duties than she likely realistically should. She had been going to sleep far faster and sleeping far more heavily than usual, which was extremely weird for her.
Yelena had not been in the bed when she woke up, but she assumed that the blonde likely got up to go to the bathroom before she would head back to sleep.
However, to her utter shock, Yelena was sitting there at the kitchen table, her head in her hands as she looked down mindlessly at some dog TikTok that had doubtlessly been sent to her by Kate.
“Good morning, sweet girl… Why’re you up so early?” Natasha questioned worriedly, immediately feeling that something was wrong. And when it came to her feelings about Yelena, she was usually right about them. She knew her baby sister better than anyone.
“I don’t know. Guess I just woke up and didn’t feel like heading back to sleep,” Yelena expressed. Natasha furrowed her brow, narrowing her eyes slightly.
Natasha wasted no time in coming nearer and sitting down next to Yelena. She watched Yelena and as the blonde did not look at her, she lowered her head a little more, craning her neck a bit to try to meet Yelena’s eyes. Yelena’s gaze shifted to meet Natasha’s and she let out a quick, short breath of air, a smile coming onto her face.
Natasha could not help smiling at her a little in return. However, her smile quickly faded to a more solemn, concerned expression. Natasha reached out her hand, softly tracing Yelena’s arm. The blonde let her arm drop away from her head and to the table as Natasha stroked it affectionately. Yelena leaned her head over onto Natasha’s shoulder, and Natasha rested her head on top of Yelena’s, pressing a short, loving kiss to Yelena’s hair.
There was silence between them for a little while as Yelena relaxed heavily into her side. Natasha wrapped her arm around Yelena to bring her closer, a wordless offer of protection from whatever was bothering the blonde.
“I had a nightmare,” Yelena finally confessed, and Natasha froze momentarily. She felt as if her heart had been stabbed, and she swallowed hard.
“Baby girl… I am so sorry,” Natasha apologized, pain blossoming horridly through her chest. Yelena nuzzled her neck, shaking her head.
“It’s okay, Natashka,” Yelena expressed, and Natasha bent her head to press her forehead into the side of Yelena’s head.
“Detka, why didn’t you wake me up? You know I’m always there for you,” Natasha asked, and to her surprise, Yelena stiffened just barely. Natasha paused, confused as she tried to figure out why Yelena was so tense.
Yelena pushed herself further into Natasha, and Natasha got the distinct impression that Yelena did not want to share what had happened. Natasha furrowed her brow, wondering what was going on.
But finally, Yelena spoke up.
“I tried, but you didn’t wake up,” Yelena finally admitted. Her voice was tentative and her words were slow, and Natasha could tell that she did not want to say it.
As soon as she uttered the words, however, Natasha felt as if her entire heart was cracking, horror coursing through her.
She immediately pulled away from Yelena to meet her eyes, scared to death of what she would find in them but needing to face her to try to pull off some semblance of making this right. Yelena’s honey-greens only seemed to hold the utmost regret for saying anything at all, and there was so much adoration in those eyes despite the fact that Natasha had failed her so miserably.
“I didn’t wake up?”
“Natashka, don’t get upset. You’ve been extremely tired lately, and that’s okay—”
“No, I should’ve been there for you,” Natasha replied immediately, concern filling her entire being as it ate at her and consumed her. Her stomach was flipping and her heart was squeezing painedly. She felt as if she were being ripped in half. She could not believe that she let Yelena down like this. She was a horrid sister.
“No, no, don’t say that. You don’t need to feel bad,” Yelena quickly tried to change her mind and get her off of the track she was currently on.
“Yelena, I left you to fend for yourself,” Natasha agitatedly informed her, her throat squeezing a little as something akin to a lump formed in her throat. She had left Yelena alone again. Even though it was unintentional, she had still done it, and it did not take away the sting.
“Not willingly. You were asleep, Natashka. You can’t control yourself when you’re asleep,” Yelena attempted to reassure her, and Natasha shook her head, remaining quiet for a moment. She was not worthy of being reassured. Not after this.
“I shouldn’t have let myself sleep that deeply,” Natasha stated at last, and Yelena’s eyes hardened a little, love and determination deep-set within them. Yelena leaned a little closer to her.
“No, stop. I want you to sleep deeply around me. You should feel safe to do that,” Yelena insisted, her tone firm as she refused to give Natasha a single bit of room to argue with her. They were quiet for a few moments until Yelena smiled just a little.
“Besides, if you don’t feel safe to sleep like a boulder around me, then who would you feel safe with?” Yelena asked, her voice a bit teasing in an attempt to bring a little levity to the situation. Natasha sighed deeply, looking down as the shame and guilt continued to ravage her.
Yelena bent her head down, trying to catch Natasha’s eyes as Natasha had done with her a little bit before. Natasha finally looked up at Yelena, staring into her eyes for a long while. Yelena shook her head, wordlessly trying to reassure her as she moved her forehead forward. She bumped her head and nose into Natasha’s, and she looked into her eyes carefully.
Natasha finally let out a breath that felt as if she had been holding it forever.
“Like a rock,” Natasha tiredly corrected. Yelena furrowed her brow, searching her gaze in great confusion.
“What?”
“The saying is sleeping like a rock,” Natasha informed her. Yelena let out a dismissive puff of air before smirking a bit in spite of herself.
“Bah. Whatever.”
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“Stark? Darcy? You guys in here?” Natasha called as she entered the science lab. Tony did not seem to be anywhere in sight, but to her relief, she spotted Darcy working nearby on something. Darcy looked up at her quickly and she offered a quick smile.
“Hey, Natasha,” Darcy greeted, and Natasha came closer, approaching the table where Darcy was working with some manner of chemicals. However, just as she got a little too close, Darcy held up her hand, her eyes widening.
“Woah! Stay behind the yellow line,” Darcy warned immediately. Natasha looked down, stepping back so that she was not over the yellow line on the floor. Darcy let out a breath as she continued to work.
“So what brings you to my humble domain?” Darcy questioned trying to be humorous but failing a little since most of her focus was on the work she was doing at that moment.
“I was wondering if maybe you and Stark could work on something for me,” Natasha expressed carefully. Darcy nodded easily, glancing up at her in the midst of pouring something into a vial.
“Sure. What do you have in mind? I should warn you, though, most of the specialties in here are mechanical, chemical, or space… ical,” Darcy finished, trying to create some manner of parallel structure but failing miserably as she offered a somewhat awkward grin.
“Well… chemical is probably closer to what I’m looking for,” Natasha admitted, placing a hand on her hip as she looked at the brunette.
“Then you’re in luck. I might be the space specialist in here, but I have my fair share of chemistry knowledge, too,” Darcy assured.
Natasha let out a breath, preparing herself to make her request. She was not sure if Darcy would agree to it, but she had to try. After the nightmare that Yelena had and after Natasha had not awakened as she should have, she had to do something. This was probably a bad idea but if it did what it would be made to do, she was willing to take any risk necessary.
“I was wondering if you could create a pill that could reduce the amount of sleep a person needs,” Natasha got straight to the point. Darcy immediately stopped in what she was doing, furrowing her brow as she stared at Natasha.
“Why would you… Who wants these pills?” Darcy asked uncertainly, and Natasha let out a breath, clenching her jaw a bit before answering.
“I do.”
“Why?” Darcy questioned blankly, and Natasha thought carefully, trying to craft a response that would avoid exposing too much.
“I’ve been taking on a lot more work lately, so I need to stay up longer to get everything done,” Natasha answered finally. Darcy nodded slowly, still looking at her with far too much skepticism.
“So what? Like a few all-nighters or something?” Darcy asked, digging for more information. Natasha kept her face impassive, employing the many techniques that she had mastered during her time in the Red Room.
“You could say that,” Natasha vaguely replied to her, letting her think what she wanted. Darcy stared at her for a long moment.
“I don’t know, Natasha. I completely get needing to pull all-nighters, but like… Messing with your system like that… That’s a little too extreme. I mean,” Darcy shook her head, thinking it all through. Natasha swallowed hard, realizing that she was going to have to expose the true reason to have even a remote chance to get Darcy to agree to this.
“Have you thought about just guzzling some coffee, energy drink, or something?” Darcy laughed a little, shaking her head. “Granted, I don’t condone drinking energy drinks since they’re seriously bad for your health, but—”
“I need them to be there for Yelena,” Natasha swiftly interrupted, feeling horribly vulnerable. Darcy stopped immediately, staring at her. Natasha looked down for a moment before meeting Darcy’s eyes again.
“Yelena had a nightmare last night, and she couldn’t wake me up because I was sleeping too deeply,” Natasha continued, and Darcy watched her uncertainly.
“Look, I can’t cancel all my duties, and I have to be there for her, but I can’t do both. Not without help,” Natasha admitted, and Darcy remained dead silent. Natasha sighed softly before staring into her eyes.
If Natasha had to resort to begging, she would. For Yelena.
“So please. I need you to at least try. Please,” Natasha pleaded with her, and Darcy watched her for a moment longer.
Finally, she let out a deep sigh.
“Okay… Fine… I’ll ask Stark, and we can try to make your pill,” Darcy agreed at last. Natasha exhaled a breath that she had not realized she had been holding.
“Thank you,” Natasha expressed, relief filling her entire form. Darcy shook her head.
“But, Natasha, you’ve got to be careful. If we make these, they’re going to be super strong. Like I’m talking, only take one per day for two days at a time. And take long times in-between taking them again. They would be extremely experimental,” Darcy explained to her, and Natasha nodded.
“Thank you,” she told her again, heartfelt emotion in her every syllable.
She had her way to help Yelena. And she would do her best to obey Darcy’s guidelines, but if she had to take more than the recommended amount, so be it.
Desperate times called for desperate measures. And no measure was too desperate when it came to the wellbeing and happiness of her baby sister.
Whatever it took.
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“What’s wrong with you? Got a staring problem, Katie-Bear?” Yelena questioned as she came into the gym. Natasha and Kamala were warming up for sparring, and Yelena had just come in to watch how the match was going to go. She was honestly curious about how the kid fought considering the fact that she was brand new to martial arts, and she was wondering how far Natasha had gotten with her.
When she walked in, she realized Kate was standing and staring at the two of them. However, as soon as Yelena had said that, Kate startled a bit and turned to look at her quickly.
“Yelena, something’s wrong with Natasha,” Kate immediately informed her, and Yelena furrowed her brow a bit, stepping up to stand next to Kate. She was surprised at the fact that Kate had actually ignored the fact she called her Katie and that mixed with Kate’s sincere worriedness made Yelena wonder what was going on.
She watched Natasha carefully and to her shock, Natasha seemed almost jerky in her movements, her entire demeanor almost nervous in a way that was extremely uncharacteristic of her. Natasha was never openly nervous, and she never allowed herself to move like that.
And when Natasha kept switching to different stretches way too quickly, Yelena instantly knew something was amiss.
“What… What is wrong with her?”
“I don’t know! I walked in and she keeps having these squirrel moments. Every time Kamala starts trying to talk to her about something she needs to work on her with, Natasha gets off-track and interrupts her,” Kate explained.
“Creepers. What are you looking at?” a voice questioned suddenly just behind them, the voice deepened weirdly and sounding goofily ominous. Kate instantly jumped, but Yelena flinched and instinctively jabbed an elbow backward at the person that was practically breathing on her with how close they were. She collided with rock-hard muscle, and the person behind her let out a hearty chuckle.
“Wow, short stack. I almost felt that one,” Carol cockily drawled, and Yelena rolled her eyes at her, looking back at the blonde. Carol grinned at her lazily, and Kate looked back at Carol worriedly.
“Natasha’s not acting right,” Kate explained, and Carol tilted her head a little, looking at the redhead.
By now, Kamala and Natasha had started to spar, and Kamala actually was managing to land some hits on her. All three of them just gaped as they fully realized that Natasha was somehow neglecting to block the hits at all and seemed completely unfocused on the fight.
“What the…”
“Yeah…”
“What’s wrong with her?!” Kate fearfully asked the both of them, and they just stared blankly at one of the best people that they knew.
However, suddenly, out of the blue, they heard footsteps approaching them, and Darcy’s familiar voice sounded off.
“Hey, can you guys ask Natasha to stop by the science lab when she’s through sparring? We’ve got to—”
Darcy suddenly stopped as she doubtlessly ended up staring at Natasha. The other three were not even looking at her to know what she was looking at specifically. They were too busy staring at Natasha themselves.
“Oh, my—oh, boy,” Darcy muttered under her breath.
Yelena’s gaze immediately snapped to Darcy, and Darcy flinched a little, betraying immediately that she knew something and was somehow guilty when it came to the Natasha dilemma they were facing at the moment. Yelena was not sure what it was just yet, but Darcy’s reaction combined with her tone was enough to tell Yelena that the glasses-clad woman had some information about Natasha’s current issue that Yelena needed to know.
Carol curiously looked between them, and Kate swallowed hard as she fought with looking worriedly at Natasha and gazing back at the situation that was about to unfold next to her.
“You got something you want to share with the class, Lewis?” Yelena questioned, her voice stern as she confidently utilized one of Tony’s favorite lines. She internally cringed at herself, but she resisted the urge to let on to any of those feelings on the outside.
Darcy raised an eyebrow, adjusting her glasses as she offered Yelena a far too confident onceover. It was clear that she was attempting to get the upper hand in the conversation. However, unluckily for her, Yelena was expertly trained in the art of spotting someone’s deflection and guilt. It was one of the few perks of growing up in the Red Room.
“For someone who insists on Tony being annoying, you really do like to use his famous catchphrases, don’t you?” Darcy tried, but Yelena just set her jaw, her eyes firmly locked onto Darcy’s. Darcy wavered a little in the false confidence, her expression faltering, and Carol furrowed her brow, catching the movement.
“I will only ask one more time. What’s wrong with her?” Yelena questioned, pointing at Natasha.
The redhead was practically jogging in place at this point, unable to stop fidgeting with her hands and erratically moving. Darcy glanced at Natasha for a moment, looking extraordinarily guilty in that moment.
“Darcy?” Kate questioned, happening to have caught Darcy’s expression. Darcy met Kate’s eyes and with one last glance in Natasha’s direction to ensure she was not paying attention to her, she finally let out a deep, long sigh.
“Okay, look… Yelena, early last week, she told me about what happened with you and the nightmare and everything,” Darcy started, and Yelena felt embarrassment rush through her at the casual exposure of the weakness.
However, outside of feeling Carol and Kate’s gazes on her, they did not say anything, which she was truly thankful for.
“And because she obviously could not stay up all night, do all of her duties, and be there for you like she thought she should all at the same time, she asked me and Stark to help her,” Darcy admitted, true regret shining in her eyes, and Yelena narrowed her eyes. Carol looked shocked, and Kate seemed utterly heartbroken at the thought that Natasha had been stressing herself like this.
“And how exactly did you two ‘help’ her?” Yelena inquired, her words more of a demand for information as she waited for Darcy to finish her explanation. Darcy let out a breath, a thousand different apologies in her gaze.
“She asked us to make pills that kept her energy levels up and kept her awake for longer periods of time so she would hypothetically require significantly less sleep,” Darcy explained, and Carol clenched her teeth as she looked back at Darcy. Yelena could feel the slight anger coming off of Carol as she physically grew a bit hotter than usual, the temperature radiating off of her and onto Yelena’s skin.
“How strong were those things?” Carol questioned, but there was a strange tone in her voice. Kate looked over at the tall blonde uncertainly, and Carol kept her deep browns locked onto Darcy’s form.
“Extremely. I told her to only take one per day for only two days at a time at most because they were experimental and we didn’t know what long-term effects it could have if you took it longer than just two days at a time with large spaces of time in-between,” Darcy factually replied, and
“So you gave her a half-cocked, hairbrained, sciencey, ooshie-booshie drug without knowing the long-term effects?! I thought you were supposed to be a doctor?!” Carol demanded, heat rolling off of her almost hot enough to burn and Kate risked placing a hand on Carol’s shoulder, squeezing reassuringly. However, Kate did have definitive unhappiness and something akin to betrayal and anger on her own face.
“Look, I thought she needed it to pull a few all-nighters! I didn’t know she was just going to use them to get her through the freaking day-to-day grind!” Darcy defended immediately, utterly horrified at the accusation.
“You shouldn’t have done that, Darcy. You know how Tasha is! She’ll push herself and giving her a pill like that… It just gives her more energy and the ability to enable it!” Kate cried out, getting more agitated despite her efforts to stay rational in her typical manner. Kate was slow to get too upset, but when it came to Natasha, she was quick to defend her. She was one of her favorite people in the world.
Yelena swallowed hard, trying to keep her anger down and under control. It was remarkably not as hard as she thought it would be since she was mostly feeling horridly worried for her big sister and hurt that Natasha had not said anything, keeping her guilt about the other night to herself and taking drastic measures to remedy it.
Darcy shook her head, her brow furrowed and her entire face contorted into an expression of intense regret and concern.
“I am so, so sorry, Yelena. I wouldn’t have done it in the first place if she wouldn’t have insisted. I would’ve told you immediately, too, but she specifically insisted on us keeping it quiet,” Darcy confessed.
“Even from me?” Yelena questioned. Darcy was quiet immediately, looking at her solemnly, and Yelena felt her mouth going a little dry, unable to help feeling even more hurt at the fact that Natasha had specifically kept a secret from her. She thought that they were long past the time of keeping secrets from one another. They had been entirely transparent with one another for an exceedingly long time now.
Or so Yelena thought.
“Do you at least have a speculation for the long-term side effects?” Carol finally asked, sounding a little more under control but still miffed, nevertheless. Darcy shrugged uncertainly, glancing at Carol worriedly.
“Well, as far as we could tell, it was likely going to be akin to symptoms of high anxiety or stress. Her heart is literally beating faster than usual and all the pent-up energy she has is just constantly repleting itself. Causing that,” Darcy answered, gesturing to Natasha in her current state. Yelena let out a breath finally, looking at the group.
“Boomer, take on Kamala’s training for the rest of her session and we’ll take care of Natasha. She can’t exercise like this. If her heart’s already accelerated, exercising is going to bring it up too high,” Yelena informed her, and Carol nodded readily.
“Little Bishop, help me with her,” Yelena instructed, tilting her head in Natasha’s direction. Kate followed along readily.
Kamala immediately stopped, staring at Carol in utter awe as the tall blonde approached her. Carol offered her an easygoing grin, shooting her a shaka sign with her hand. Kamala readily sent it back to her, practically bouncing over.
Yelena could not help but note the fact that Natasha almost seemed drawn within her own mind and rapid movement to even focus on the fact that they had approached or that Kamala had stopped training with her.
“What’s up, kid? Wanna train with the big dogs today?” Carol questioned, cockiness practically oozing from every word as she lit up her fist confidently.
However, even though it was likely only apparent to Yelena, it was obvious that the entire thing was a façade as opposed to her usual swagger. Carol was extremely worried and upset about Natasha.
Kamala’s eyes were as big as saucers almost immediately, and she nodded excitedly, nearly hopping up and down with her excitement.
“Are we working on super-power battles and control?” Kamala squeaked, positively thrilled beyond belief. Carol nodded her head, patting Kamala’s back as she started to guide her outside.
“Let’s go, then. We’re going to have to be careful, though. No burning down the compound,” Carol joked with a wink, and Kamala laughed a little, far too stuck on the fact that her hero actually had her hand on her back and that they were actually having one of their first training sessions together.
Carol cast a concerned glance behind her but redirected her attentions to Kamala to get her out of there. Kamala, despite the fact that she had obviously known something was not right with Natasha, had completely forgotten everything in favor of focusing on her hero.
Yelena came up to Natasha where she was now looking around, somewhat disoriented. As soon as Yelena approached her, Kate just behind her, Natasha smiled happily yet somewhat nervily as she hurried closer.
“Hey, sweetness!” Natasha greeted, leaning in and giving Yelena a quick kiss on the forehead, grasping her face in her hands. She then more fully caught sight of Kate.
“Hey, shchenok!” Natasha welcomed her also, taking Kate’s face to pull it down closer to her level, offering a small peck to the tip of her nose. Kate blinked, somewhat surprised at the sudden action.
Natasha then stepped back so she could face the both of them, shifting from side to side.
“What’re you guys doing here? Wanna spar?” Natasha questioned, almost seeming as if she were unable to keep her thoughts in a straight line.
Yelena figured that it was likely because Natasha truly could not think logically given the effect of the medicine on her body. Kate swallowed, glancing at Yelena uncertainly before staring at Natasha with nothing but the most love and worry.
“Nah, poser, we’re just here to bring you to come spend some time with us, okay?” Yelena expressed tentatively, not sure how well that Natasha was functioning. She was pretty sure that it was not the right time for her to confront the redhead about the pills, and she figured that the first order of business was to get Natasha to calm down and ride out the remainder of the side-effects.
“Oh, yeah? Going for a run maybe? Or you wanna go get ice cream?” Natasha suggested quickly, too many thoughts flooding her head for her to stay on one track.
“Yeah, ice cream is exactly what we were coming to get you for,” Yelena spoke up, and Natasha nodded with a slight grin.
“Sure. Let me get my keys from my jacket, and I’ll drive you,” Natasha expressed, starting to hoist herself up and out of the ring. Yelena shook her head, starting to speak, but Kate beat her to it.
“Actually, we were wondering if maybe you’d want to ride so I could get some driving practice in,” Kate happily suggested, pulling off the redirection remarkably well.
Yelena’s eyes immediately widened, and she glared at the brunette, definitely not wanting to ride with Kate when she was the one driving. Yelena did not trust Kate’s driving skills at all. Especially after she heard about Kate’s driving episode with Clint.
At Yelena’s irritation with her, Kate quickly raised her hands in a placating gesture. She had to drop them swiftly, however, as Natasha spun around to look at them both, still shifting in place awkwardly with the pent-up energy within her.
“Sure! You need the practice—hey, let’s invite Darcy,” Natasha pointed at the glasses-clad woman who was still standing nearby.
Yelena felt a bit of irritation swell within her at the mere thought of sharing a car ride with the girl after what she had done to Natasha, but she figured that anything she could do to get Natasha to cooperate with them was well-worth it. Darcy smiled, her lips thinner than usual as she forced the grin onto her face.
“Okay, let’s go to the car, okay?” Yelena tried to guide her, and Natasha quickly started jogging out of the gym. However, Yelena surged forward, running as she grabbed Natasha’s shoulders to slow her down.
“Let’s take it slow. There’s no rush,” Yelena assured her, looking at Kate pointedly. Kate approached Natasha on her other side, the both of them putting their arms around Natasha in a different place to try to control.
“No, no, I’m okay, I’ll be fine,” Natasha assured them, her words almost tumbling over themselves. However, the both of them refused to release her despite her words. Natasha huffed in response to both of them but did not fight their arms away despite the fact that she pulled against them, trying to go at her own pace.
Yelena swallowed hard, fighting back against her insistence at going way too fast, and Kate stumbled just a little, trying to keep her own hold on Natasha.
Yelena honestly just hoped that the ice cream would help overpower a little of the pill in Natasha’s system so they could take her home and hopefully get her to chill out enough to talk to her.
But given the way she was fighting to move right now, Yelena was not sure how easily that the plan would actually be realistically executed.
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“Little Bishop, Darcy, just take the car back to the compound. We’ll walk back there and get it tomorrow or something when she’s more sober,” Yelena explained to them, gritting her teeth a little as she tugged Natasha and guided her out of the vehicle.
Natasha had her ice cream, but it had not done too much in the way of changing the effect of the pills. Natasha got out of the car with little fight, and Darcy got out of the backseat to get into the front passenger seat where Natasha had been. Natasha quickly started rushing toward the house at a jog, and Yelena flashed them a quick, short hand raise in goodbye before rushing to catch up with her.
She wanted to try her best to keep Natasha moving slower to keep from shooting her heart rate too high. It made Yelena extremely nervous to imagine possible effects of overworking Natasha’s heart.
“Hey, slow down, hold my hand,” Yelena quickly told her, and Natasha paused for a split second, starting to reach for Yelena’s hand before suddenly stopping more fully and touching Yelena’s head to fix part of her hair.
Yelena furrowed her brow in confusion, and before she knew it, Natasha had started jogging again, completely forgetting about Yelena’s request. Yelena caught up to her again, forcibly taking her hand, and Natasha looked down at their conjoined hands with some surprise and a smile.
Yelena let out a long, deep sigh as they finally reached the door. Yelena unlocked it carefully and led Natasha inside. Fanny was quickly waiting there to greet them, and Yelena petted her for just a moment, most of her attentions on Natasha.
“Hey, Fanny!” Natasha immediately reached down to scratch the dog enthusiastically before heading over quickly to greet Liho with far too much energy.
“Hey, you little urchin!” Natasha fondly yet far too cheerily expressed. It was quite evident that Liho was a little weirded out, but she remarkably did not scratch her as she picked her up quickly. Natasha then put her down, heading back into her room. Yelena followed her swiftly, trying to figure out what she was doing.
It was like trying to follow around a psychopath. Little of anything that Natasha was doing made logical sense. She just did things as she thought of them and not in any logical order.
As soon as she reached Natasha in her room, she was shocked to see her sorting her entire drawer. Yelena’s eyes widened and she moved forward, taking Natasha’s hand to try to guide her away from the task at hand.
“Whoa, whoa, stop! What are you doing?”
“Fixing my clothes drawer,” Natasha informed her as if it were obvious and made perfect sense. Yelena furrowed her brow, refusing to release Natasha’s wrist despite the fact that the redhead was trying to pull it out of Yelena’s grasp.
“Why?”
“Because it needs it,” Natasha easily replied, finally getting her wrist loose.
“Natashka, stop,” Yelena tried to get her to quit, but Natasha remained eerily focused on the task at hand. Yelena snatched her wrist again and Natasha shook her head.
“Quit. This needs to be done, Rooskaya. It’s on my checklist,” Natasha vaguely stated before pulling back and still trying to fight with the drawers and the clothing. Yelena narrowed her eyes, her patience finally waning.
“Natasha, stop,” Yelena used her real name with no affectionate additions, and Natasha still barely paid her any attention. Yelena growled under her breath, irritation filling her. Natasha was still obsessively trying to fix the clothing even though it really did not need a lot of positioning.
“I’ve got to clean the drawers—”
“Stop it right now!” Yelena finally snarled, grabbing Natasha’s face in her hands. Natasha gaped at her blankly as she was finally forced to meet Yelena’s eyes. Yelena pulled her over away from the stupid dresser, and Natasha furrowed her brow.
“But I need to—”
“No, you need to shut up and listen! We need to talk,” Yelena informed her, and Natasha’s eyes changed just a little as she looked at Yelena uncertainly. She still seemed unable to completely understand what was going on.
However, all of the emotions from earlier were coming over Yelena intensely, and she could not help but feel anger burning deep within her along with the hurt at Natasha. Logic was not dictating her actions as it should have been at the moment and she felt the anger spilling over as she glared at the redhead.
“What are you talking about?” Natasha asked, and Yelena felt as if she were about to completely blow her top.
“Don’t stand there and act like you don’t know what I’m saying. I know what you did!” Yelena accused.
“You went behind my back and asked Darcy and Stark to make you pills to keep you up all the time,” Yelena added onto her first statement, and Natasha’s expression was immediately more knowing.
“Yeah, remember now?” Yelena deadpanned, completely out of any patience for this mess. Especially when it was all because Natasha had been so careless.
“You asked them to make a pill and you took it, knowing it was experimental and not having any real idea of what the long-term side effects would be, and worst of all, you took it more than you were supposed to!” Yelena stepped closer to her, somehow even nearer than she had already been as her voice grew louder. Natasha shook her head with her face growing a bit red, standing her ground despite the fact that she seemed to be moving in place even more than she had been before.
“The side effects aren’t that bad,” Natasha tried to argue, and Yelena scoffed disbelievingly.
“You are so full of it,” Yelena dismissively replied, and Natasha shook her head.
“I’m not! I don’t think there even are any side effects! Nothing I’ve noticed,” Natasha tried desperately to reassure her as she shifted a bit on her feet. Yelena gaped at her before starting to yell again despite the fact that she had not really originally intended to do so.
“Natasha, you’ve been moving nonstop! Your heart rate is sped up! Darcy told me herself. And it’s all over you! You should’ve seen yourself trying to train with Kamala!” Yelena cried out, and Natasha moved uncomfortably from side to side. Her face was getting a little redder, but Yelena did not really pay any attention to it in the midst of her anger.
“Look, you can’t even stand still as we speak!” Yelena laughed, completely humorless.
“No, I’m fine, and—”
“I dare you. Deny it. Deny it and lie to my face. Of course, you’ve done that already, so what’s stopping you from doing it again?” Yelena bitterly challenged, and Natasha stared at her for a moment before averting her gaze to the dresser. Yelena glanced just barely in its direction.
“I need to fix the dresser.”
“FORGET THE BLASTED DRESSER!!!!” Yelena screamed, and Natasha was getting even more red as she looked at Yelena, her eyes locked onto her. She shook her head, stumbling toward the thing. Yelena immediately grabbed her shoulder, about to spin her around to face her.
However, as soon as she took hold and started to move her quickly, Natasha tripped somehow over nothing, and she started to collapse. Yelena swiftly reached out to grab her, catching her before she hit the ground.
It suddenly dawned in on her just how red Natasha’s face was at the moment. She felt the anger dissipating swiftly in favor of immense concern.
And to her horror, Natasha just passed out there in her arms.
………………………………………………………………………………………………………
When Natasha opened her eyes, she immediately came to the conclusion that she felt like she had been run over by a truck. She also quickly came to the realization that she was hooked up to some IVs and whatnot in the infirmary of the compound.
Natasha slowly looked over to her side and to her shock, Yelena was sleeping there against the bed next to her, and Kate was bent over onto the bed uncomfortably, sleeping as well with her behind planted in the chair. Natasha raised her gaze, and she noticed Carol standing a small distance away near the door, leaned up against the wall as she very uneasily remained vigilant. Darcy was also sitting in a chair not too far off, looking at her phone.
Natasha could not help but feel her heart squeeze for all of these people being there for her so lovingly. Knowing Yelena and Kate, they had likely been staying in the infirmary day-in and day-out. It was also extremely sweet of Carol to push through her fear of hospitals and hospital-settings to be there for her, and the fact that Darcy was remaining there with them instead of working spoke volumes of how much she actually did care considering how much Darcy valued her work.
Carol soon spotted the fact that her eyes were open and it was like her entire frame just sunk down in utter relief. She swiftly walked over, heading to the side of the bed that Yelena and Kate were not crowding.
She moved around, trying to remain as quiet as possible. She then leaned forward, tentatively offering Natasha a hug. Natasha raised her hand tiredly, returning it as best as she could.
“I’m so glad you’re okay,” Carol quietly expressed, her whisper ever so slightly shaky. Natasha squeezed her a little tighter.
“It’s okay, Carol. I’m okay,” Natasha assured her, trying to make the taller woman feel better. Carol let out a deep, slightly shuddering breath. Natasha knew that the woman was letting out all of the stress that she had gone through during however long the span of time had been that Natasha was in here.
By now, Darcy had realized that Natasha was up, and she came over, standing next to Carol as she put her phone away.
“I am so, so sorry, Natasha… I didn’t know… I should’ve never given you that pill in the first place,” Darcy explained regretfully, and Natasha shook her head.
“Darcy, I asked you to make it. And I took too many. So it’s my fault,” Natasha assured her, and Darcy nodded a little, going quiet as she swallowed hard.
Natasha reached out for her hand uncertainly, and Darcy took it carefully, the both of them sharing the first real physical contact that they had ever had. Natasha squeezed her hand comfortingly, and Darcy nodded a little.
“Tasha,” Kate breathed, and Natasha softly pulled her hand away from Darcy as she looked over at Kate.
Kate had apparently just woken up, but she was considerably awake given that fact. Yelena was just now opening her eyes as well, and she was getting her bearings as Kate put her knee on the bed so that she could get around Yelena to hug Natasha.
Her pretty dark hair fell around Natasha’s face, and Natasha buried her nose in Kate’s neck as she hugged her close. Kate pressed her face into Natasha, and she pulled herself closer to her.
“Gosh… I love you so much, Tasha… You scared me,” Kate confessed, and Natasha kissed the side of Kate’s head, offering her as much comfort as she could in her current state. Natasha stroked her back.
“I know, sweetheart… I’m sorry,” Natasha apologized, and Kate nodded.
To Natasha’s utmost surprise, the girl pressed a quick, small, daring peck to Natasha’s cheek as she pulled back. Kate looked at her nervously as she pulled back enough to meet the redhead’s eyes, and Natasha’s eyes softened as she looked at the girl, wordlessly reassuring her that it was more than okay. Kate immediately looked relieved, and she offered her a small smile.
Natasha then turned her attentions to Yelena. Yelena just looked at her carefully, not saying anything, and Natasha quickly remembered the conversation that they had shared just before she passed out and everything went black.
Everyone around them immediately seemed to swiftly catch onto the fact that there was tension between the two of them, and Carol cleared her throat as she straightened a bit.
“I’m going to head out and get some subs for us to have for lunch. You two want to come?” Carol offered, looking at Darcy and Kate. They quickly nodded, expressing varying goodbyes as they headed out of the room quickly to go and let Natasha and Yelena have a while to talk.
Once everyone had left the room, there was dead silence for a little while.
Natasha finally gained the courage to speak up.
“How long was I out?” Natasha mustered, trying to sound more confident than she truly was right now.
“Twenty-four hours. After you passed out, we had to plug you up to IVs to stabilize you. Too much medication in your system,” Yelena pointed out, her tone blank and rather blunt. Natasha swallowed, nodding as she took in the information.
She waited for a moment, trying to work up the confidence to speak up once again. So much guilt and regret was building within her that it was making it hard for her to talk at all.
“Yelena… I’m sorry,” Natasha expressed finally. Yelena looked at her wordlessly. She glanced down for a beat before looking back up at Natasha.
“Why did you do it? And why did you keep it a secret? I thought we agreed to do things together,” Yelena expressed, hurt slipping into her voice finally as emotion at last seeped into her voice and expression. Natasha shook her head, tears threatening to come to her eyes.
“When you told me I didn’t wake up, I knew something had to change. I failed you again, and I keep failing you in life, and you deserve a sister that can give you what you need,” Natasha expressed, almost feeling like trembling with how much the words hurt and with how deeply vulnerable that they were.
“I’ve been so busy with so many work things that I could not just drop them to be more well-rested, so I resorted to the best option I could think of,” Natasha shrugged, trying to be nonchalant despite the fact that she was hurting beyond belief.
“I guess I didn’t say anything to you because I didn’t,” Natasha paused, swallowing as she fought the urge to cry. She was exposing the deepest insecurities of her heart at this moment and it almost physically hurt. “I didn’t want you to know how much of a failure I am. It feels like sometimes that saying it out loud makes it that much more true, and I guess I was scared to bring it into the light.”
“I just… I love you so much and even when I’ve been on a long streak of doing right by you, I somehow always end up failing you, and it kills me,” Natasha admitted, the tears rolling down her cheeks by now despite her best efforts. At this point, she was just trying to keep the tears from affecting her voice and ability to articulate.
“I was desperate for anything that could help me keep from disappointing anyone. But most importantly, to keep me from failing you,” Natasha confessed.
“And I let you down again anyway,” Natasha confessed finally, no self-pity to be found in her statement. It was a statement that she believed to be one hundred percent true. She did not deserve sympathy for it. It was simply a fact and one that she regretted more than anything in the world.
She closed her eyes, tears slipping down the side of her head given her position lying on her back on the bed. She did not particularly expect any comfort right now, and she did not want to have to face Yelena’s disappointment that she doubtlessly had in her.
However, to her utter shock, she suddenly felt Yelena crawling onto the bed. Just as soon as she opened her eyes, she found a blonde ponytail falling against her face in a similar fashion as Kate’s hair had fallen, and an entire body was resting on top of her own, Yelena’s form gently squishing down on Natasha as she straddled her and rested on her.
“Stop saying that. Stop saying you failed me,” Yelena whispered to her, sounding near tears herself. Natasha sniffed.
“I did—”
“No, you didn’t. Stop,” Yelena tried to get through to her, and Natasha swallowed hard, reveling in the comforting weight of Yelena on top of her despite the fact that she did not deserve it.
“Natashka, it is not your fault. You didn’t let me down. You have been taking on too much work and trying to please everyone and it’s just been wearing you out. You don’t seriously think that I don’t get that, do you?” Yelena pleaded with her, and Natasha felt more tears slipping down her face. She buried her nose a little more deeply into the joint of Yelena’s neck and shoulder.
“Just… Next time please talk to me. Don’t do that self-sacrificing, suffer in silence BS,” Yelena explained, turning her head to kiss the side of Natasha’s face. Natasha nodded just barely, and Yelena buried her fingers in Natasha’s hair.
“Ya tak tebya lyublyu, pozer. Ya khochu, chtoby ty uvidel, kakoy ty khoroshiy,”1 Yelena whispered to her, and Natasha sniffled heavily, holding Yelena even closer as she hugged her tightly.
They remained quietly comforting one another for a while after that, the both of them silent as they cuddled and healed from the problems of earlier.
However, at last, Yelena spoke up again.
“Now… We need to start dividing your work among more people. And for the love of everything, let the Boomer take care of Kamala more often. Kamala almost crapped herself when Carol took her to go train,” Yelena stated, nothing but absolute sincerity in her voice.
Despite the fact that she still had tears running down her face a little, Natasha could not help her, deep, hearty chuckle at that. Yelena laughed a little with her, and before long, the both of them were laughing together far too much.
“I’ll try to let Carol take charge a little more often. And maybe I’ll give a few more things to some of the others,” Natasha promised finally, mirth still in her voice. Yelena nuzzled into the side of Natasha’s head, a small chuckle passing between her lips.
“Good.”
(1) “I love you so much, poser. I wish you could see how good you are.”
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Separate Ways, Worlds Apart 7: ‘86, Baby
Warnings: none, just really sweet fluff and Eddie gets what he deserves
It was nearly nightfall before Eddie was able to be discharged from the hospital. When he, Rebecca, and Dustin went to leave, officer Powell and Callaghan were standing at the exit with their hands on their hips.
“Edward Munson, you are under arrest for the murder of Chrissy Cunningham,” Powell began.
“Are you serious?!” Rebecca protested as she watched Eddie’s hands be forced behind his back.
“Really?! You’ve got to be shitting me,” Dustin chimed in.
“What the hell is happening here?” a calm and deep voice said from behind them. Powell and Callaghan seemed to know the voice because they stopped their movements. Out from the shadows of nightfall, a tall man that wore a plaid shirt and a baseball cap stepped into the lobby of the hospital where Eddie was being accosted. Rebecca looked at the man’s square jaw and furrowed brows and couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
“J-Jim?!” Powell gasped out.
“Last I recall I don’t remember promoting you or quitting my current position,” Hopper said with a small smile.
“Thank God you’re here, Hop…” Powell said with a sigh. “I can’t even begin to tell you all the shit that’s gone down…”
“I believe it. But first of all, how about you take the cuffs off of this poor kid? He’s been through enough,” Hopper told Powell.
“The thing is, Jim… he killed two kids…” Callaghan said. Hopper raised a brow and glared at Callaghan.
“Do you really still think that?” Hopper asked and gestured to the sky that was now dark and had a faint red glow to it that was exactly like the one Vecna had over his lair in the Upside Down.
“Um… well… I, I guess not,” Callaghan said. Powell took the cuffs off of Eddie and Rebecca pulled him by his hand to safety next to her and Dustin beamed a shining smile.
“Hopper, you son of a bitch,” Dustin said and hugged the older man while smiling.
“Language,” Hopper mumbled as he hugged Dustin and nodded at Eddie and Rebecca.
“Is Max here?” a soft female voice asked from behind Hopper. Dustin’s face dropped in shock and delight as he saw a girl wearing a large blue hoodie and white pants stepped out from behind Hopper.
“El…” Dustin gasped out. The two younger kids embraced and Hopper cracked a small smile.
“Hi,” a tall boy with a bowl cut said to Dustin. Behind Eleven and Hopper was a trail of people including Mike Wheeler, the Byers, and a boy who introduced himself as Argyle. Dustin and Eddie greeted their friends and shared tearful hugs and smiles.
“Where’s Max and Lucas?” Will asked.
“I’ll… I’ll explain on the way,” Dustin said and began to show them through the hospital.
As they were leaving, Rebecca and Eleven locked eyes and Rebecca smiled at her, but as soon as the two shared a smile, Rebecca’s vision went black and she could feel her body being pulled upward. She couldn’t hear or see anything and when she tried to call out, nothing came out of her. She felt weightless, like she was floating in space almost, but the air around her was thick like how it was in the Upside Down. Shivers went down her spine and she couldn’t shake a sinking, doomed feeling.
Just as suddenly as her vision went black, it returned and she was plummeting to the floor. She felt a searing pain in her arm and then her body was held against a warm, firm chest with arms wrapped around her. She opened her eyes to see Eddie and Eleven looking at her with a mix of shock and confusion and from Eddie, concern.
“The fuck was that?” Eddie asked.
“Henry. He used her to see me,” Eleven said monotonously.
“So he’s still alive? He’s out there waiting for you?” Will asked worriedly and gently touched the back of his neck.
“Sounded like he was challenging you, kiddo,” Hopper said and placed a protective arm on Eleven’s shoulder.
“You okay, Becca?” Dustin asked as she started to sit up. She looked around and nodded hesitantly.
“Oh shit, your arm,” Eddie commented and pointed to the large bruise that was blossoming on the outside of her forearm.
“It’s fine, I’m fine,” Rebecca insisted. “What was that?”
“Vecna used you to talk to El. Challenged her to come and find him,” Dustin said with deep concern as he looked at Eleven.
“I hurt him before. This time, I can kill him,” Eleven said definitively and turned around to walk out of the hospital. Hopper and Will ran to follow her as Dustin took the rest of the group to see Max.
“We should find Steve,” Eddie said. “Let him know some of his children are going to need some reining in.”
Eddie helped Rebecca up after a chuckle and the two ventured through the hospital looking for Steve. After a few minutes, they found the large group in Max’s room. When they caught Steve’s attention, he walked over to them and he and Eddie shared a half hug before Steve fully embraced Rebecca.
“You okay, you look completely wiped,” Steve said.
“Well aside from the not sleeping for two days and being used as a puppet by Vecna, I think I’m…” Rebecca started and felt herself fading. The last thing she saw was falling, once again, into Eddie’s embrace.
~Two Days Later~
Rebecca still couldn’t believe what was in front of her. She stood there in the cemetery in front of a tombstone that read “Here lies Christina Cunningham 1968-1986 Beloved daughter and dear friend taken too soon.” Rebecca had watched her die and now here she was looking at her best friend’s grave, but she was still in shock. It had been about 24 hours since Eleven had popped Vecna like a grape through a psychic fight that Rebecca was still hazy on the details about, but the gist was that Henry confessed over the radio to the killings and Eleven killed him.
“They got him, Chris. Well, Eleven did anyway. You would love this little girl, she’s a total bad ass. I’m sorry I couldn’t save you, I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough… I hope you and Patrick are up there having a good time… Up there smiling and free. And dancing, of course. I know what love feels like now. Remember when you told me about love and how everything makes sense when you realize that the person you love loves you back? I felt that. It’s Eddie, of course. Of course I’d fall for the guy who drove me nuts for years, but you probably always knew it would be him. You were so smart, you could have done so much…” Rebecca spoke into the emptiness that surrounded her. Her eyes allowed a few tears escape as she continued, “I wish you were still here. I wish that I had the courage to tell Jason I didn’t love him. I’m sorry, Jason… you deserved better.”
“No he didn’t,” Eddie’s voice said from a few feet away. Rebecca wiped her eyes and turned to him as he approached. He continued, “He didn’t deserve better because you are the best anyone could ever have, and Jason knew that. He did, and in the end he was so blinded by his rage and twisted mind that… well, he’s better now.” Eddie’s arms wrapped around her in a close hug. She smiled into him and held on for a moment.
“How much else did you hear?” she asked and pulled away gently.
“Enough to know that you need someone here with you,” Eddie said tenderly and placed a hand on her cheek. “Whenever you’re ready, we can go, okay?”
Rebecca nodded and took another moment to set down the flower she had brought onto Chrissy’s grave and after a moment, she and Eddie left to greet Robin, Steve, Nancy, and Johnathan at the Wheeler’s to divvy up donations.
“Did you see that the school is rolling graduation and prom into one this year? Like obviously it won’t be a huge thing at the school, but a whole bunch of people in Chicago wanted to give the seniors a decent graduation and prom, so they’re letting us have our ceremony and our prom at this huge banquet hall in Chicago!” Nancy said excitedly.
“Oh wow, really? How do you know?” Rebecca asked as they hauled boxes of toys, clothes, and bedding out to the car.
“I got a call from the principal. You’ll probably get one to. You were on track to graduate, right?” Nancy said.
“Yeah, I was,” Rebecca smiled. She looked over at Steve, Eddie, and Wayne who were all loading the heavier boxes into Wayne’s truck. Rebecca’s mom and dad were less than pleased when finding out that Steve had allowed the Munsons to stay with them until their trailer was fixed, but couldn’t argue with the logic; the Harrington had a fully furnished basement and Wayne and Eddie had nearly no possessions, so they both fit perfectly. And after Rebecca batted her eyes a few times and told her parents how heroic Eddie was, they couldn’t say no.
That evening, a phone call came through and Rebecca almost thought it was Chrissy. Their lives had a more normal feel now that Vecna was gone, but little things like that still stung. Steve was sat at the dining room table flipping through the paper and their mother was making dinner in the kitchen.
“I’ll get it!” Rebecca chirped and answered the phone that hung on the wall opposite Steve. “Harrington residence, this is Rebecca speaking,” she said into the phone.
“Hello, this is Principal Higgins calling to invite you to a special graduation ceremony for all of the senior class of 1986. Parents and friends are invited to come, but we ask that each graduate limit their guests to four additional people. In addition, the city of Chicago relief fund has generously provided a banquet hall for senior prom to be held that evening,” the recorded call said and Rebecca wrote down the information and the number to call with questions. Before she said anything, she called the number and after a few rings, the school’s secretary picked up.
“This is Miss Charlotte, how may I help you?” the sweet elderly woman asked.
“Hi, this is Rebecca Harrington and I just got a call about a graduation and prom for the seniors of Hawkins High and I was wondering… is it all seniors? Like, regardless of grades?” Rebecca asked. Steve, who was sitting at the table looked up at her and raised a brow.
“Yes, all seniors. The administration decided that given the circumstances, it was best not to hold any seniors back this year,” she said sweetly. Rebecca smiled widely.
“Even Eddie? Eddie Munson that is. I ask because he’s staying with me and my family since his trailer got destroyed and I want to let him know,” Rebecca said. Steve smiled to himself at the table and continued to look through the paper.
“Oh, yes, especially him. Please extend the invitation to him and the administration’s sympathies for the loss of his home,” she said emphatically.
“Great, thank you!” Rebecca said and hung up the phone.
“Good news?” Steve asked and Rebecca beamed at him.
“Is Eddie downstairs?” Rebecca asked him.
“Yeah, and Wayne’s watching TV with dad,” Steve said.
“Great!” Rebecca said and bounced toward the basement. She opened the door to the basement and walked down the stairs. She heard Eddie gently strumming on his guitar and humming along to the melody. Rebecca stopped and admired him for a moment at the bottom of the stairs, but he opened his eyes and smiled at her from where he was sat on the couch.
“Hello there. See something you like?” Eddie joked. Rebecca giggled and sat next to him with a bright and elated smile.
“I have some amazing news for you. The principal called and guess what? You get to graduate! And they’re throwing a prom, too!” Rebecca said excitedly. She was thrilled that this was happening and she was even more thrilled that she was the one to tell him.
Eddie’s face lit up and he smiled brighter than he had in several days. He set the guitar aside and quickly embraced her with his arms secured around her waist and head buried in her neck. He squeezed her gently and Rebecca let out a laugh as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
“I finally get to graduate… I knew this would be my year,” Eddie said confidently. Their cheeks brushed as they let each other go and the contact made Rebecca’s face heat up. She blushed as she looked at him and his gaze on her was one of gentle affection. His hands didn’t leave her, but lingered for a moment behind her head, then the side of her face. Just as he was about to pull away, Rebecca held his hand there for another moment as they gazed deeply into each other’s eyes.
“You know, we, uh… we never really did get to talk,” Eddie stammered.
“About what?” Rebecca asked with a quizzical expression. Eddie’s cheeks turned a light shade of red and he bit down on his lip gently.
“About… about us,” Eddie said. Rebecca smiled tenderly at him and Eddie’s expression was a complicated one now. He looked hopeful, but slightly confused and sad, disappointed maybe? He continued, “I know that we went through a lot and I still feel uh, very deeply for you. I know I’m not much and I can’t offer you popularity or a fancy car or anything, but I… uh… I still want to be yours. I know it’s dumb as hell and I’m a complete moron for even saying this, thinking it even, but… I selfishly want you to be mine.”
“You’re right, we didn’t get to talk much about us, and I’m not sure there’s much left to say other than I want to be with you, too,” Rebecca said with a soft smile. “Did you really think that I wouldn’t? After what we’ve been through and how well I know you now?”
Eddie let out a chuckle and rubbed his thumb against her face gently. “It was a worry. You’re WAY out of my league.”
Rebecca’s brows furrowed and she quickly leaned upward and kissed his lips firmly. When she pulled away, his look had melted into one of pleased shock and adoration.
“I want you, Eddie. Make no mistake of that,” Rebecca said. At her words, Eddie’s eyes looked her up and down and he licked his lips with an expression that Rebecca hadn’t seen from him before. His eyes lingered at her chest for a moment, then completed their journey back up to her face. She remembered the last time he had done this and his look was one of condescending judgement, but now his expression was unrivaled desire.
“Yeah?” he breathed out and placed his forehead on hers gently.
“Yeah,” Rebecca said with a small and delicate smile. Eddie slowly but purposefully leaned in and planted his lips on hers in a kiss that Rebecca got lost in. She didn’t know how much time she had spent kissing Eddie and she didn’t really care. They pressed themselves impossibly close together and Eddie’s hand found its way to the back of her head to support it gently as their tongues and lips explored each other.
Their moment was interrupted by an uncomfortable clearing of the throat sound from behind Rebecca. They separated and Rebecca turned to see Steve standing uncomfortably at the bottom of the stairs.
“Mom says dinner is ready,” Steve said. Rebecca blushed and stood up, then walked past Steve. She heard Steve stop Eddie and talk to him in a stern, low voice. “Listen, man. You better not hurt her or I swear I will find a way to throw you back into the Upside Down permanently.”
“If I hurt her, I’ll throw myself back in,” Eddie said lowly. Rebecca pretended she couldn’t hear them as she reached the top of the stairs and smiled to herself.
~*~
The day was finally here. After three long weeks, Rebecca and Eddie were getting ready to graduate and walk across the stage with their diplomas, and later that night, Steve, Nancy, Robin, Johnathan, Rebecca, and Eddie would all attend senior prom. Rebecca had always imagined these events with Chrissy and Jason by her side, but doing Robin’s makeup in the morning felt just as right. The three girls had shared a hotel room next to the boys’ room with the Wheelers, Joyce, Will and Jim, and Wayne each having their rooms.
“Kind of awesome that we get to have such a celebration after everything. Weird that we’re like the only ones who know the truth,” Robin said as Rebecca gently applied the blush to her cheeks.
“Yeah, it’s weird, but it’s better this way. And the town will be back to normal before we know it. Especially now that El closed all the gates,” Nancy said after finishing her lipstick application.
“Perfect. Not too much but enough for you to not look dead, just like you wanted!” Rebecca said to Robin with a smile. Robin looked in the mirror and smiled widely.
“I don’t know what kind of witchcraft this is, but I look great,” Robin said. Rebecca giggled and fixed her curls in the mirror before slipping on her flats for the graduation ceremony.
“Ladies, are you ready? You have to be lined up at McCormick place soon!” Ted Wheeler said with a groan outside the door. Rebecca and Nancy shared a humorous look and the three of them grabbed their green gowns and caps as they walked out of the hotel room. Rebecca smiled at her mom, dad, and Steve who were all beaming. Rebecca’s mother was already on the verge of tears.
“Mom, you promised not to cry until AFTER the ceremony,” Rebecca protested.
“Let me just get a few pictures before we head out, okay? Stand with your brother,” she instructed. Rebecca was barely able to acknowledge Eddie looking at her with fondness from across the hallway as she was pulled to take pictures with Steve, Steve and Robin, Nancy and Robin, and all five graduates (even though Johnathan technically graduated from a different school) together by Mrs. Wheeler, her mother, and Mrs. Byers. Eddie gently draped his arm over Rebecca as they posed for the group picture and Rebecca smiled up at him. His hair was pulled back into a loose and low ponytail that trailed down his back. He wore a long-sleeved cotton shirt and a pair of not ripped jeans. It was clear that he wasn’t dressed as nicely as Rebecca or the rest of the graduates, but he put some effort into his outfit.
“You look really nice, Eddie,” Rebecca complimented with a smile.
“Thanks. Not wearing anything special since we have to wear those, uh.. hideous gowns the whole time anyway,” Eddie said with disgust.
“So we’ll be blessed with Eddie dressed up tonight, then?” Rebecca hoped with a sly grin.
Eddie grinned and let out a small chuckle. “Maybe.”
“Okay, let’s go kiddos,” Rebecca’s dad said and the group filed out of the hallway and down to the tunnel that connected the hotel to the convention center. After about ten minutes of shuffling, all of the seniors were lined up in a large room and the parents and siblings were waiting in the adjacent ballroom. Rebecca was nowhere near her friends with Nancy toward the back of the line, Robin nearly at the front of the line and Eddie somewhere between Rebecca and Nancy. Rebecca adjusted her cap just before the music started and the graduates were directed to sit. Rebecca barely paid attention to anything the principal was saying in the ceremony, her mind was focused in the small gold necklace in her pocket. She knew Chrissy’s parents couldn’t bear to attend the graduation ceremony, but Rebecca couldn’t stand the day without something to honor or remember Chrissy with.
“There are many empty seats today due to the tragedy that befell Hawkins. I’d like to thank the Chicago Fire Department, the Red Cross, and McCormick Place executives for allowing our seniors the chance to have a normal graduation and prom later tonight. I’d like to take a moment to recognize those who could not be here with us today starting with a shining light that was snuffed out too soon, Christina, or Chrissy as she was known to her friends, Cunningham,” Principal Higgins said.
Rebecca saw the screen behind the principal project Chrissy’s yearbook photo and for a moment Rebecca forgot where she was. She saw Chrissy’s bright and smiling face and couldn’t stop her eyes from welling up with tears. She hung her head and gripped the necklace that was in her pocket. She felt a comforting hand on her shoulder from behind her and she turned around to see that Eddie was seated nearly directly behind her. She smiled and thanked her classmates for having the perfect amount of H, I, J, K, L, and M names to allow this seating arrangement. Eddie smiled at her softly for a moment and the principal had moved on. Rebecca recognized almost all of the faces, but she only truly knew Jason, Patrick, and Andy from the rest of the pictures and names said. On a somber note, the graduation began. Rebecca was grateful that the ceremony didn’t drag and when it was time for her turn, Principal Higgins handed her the diploma with a smile drenched in pity.
“Congratulations, Miss Harrington,” he said. She smiled and nodded as they shook hands and Rebecca went back to her seat just in time for her to watch Eddie, ever the performer, flipped off the principal and held his hands up victoriously as he made his way back to the seat. Principal Higgins shook his head and shrugged, and Rebecca was grateful for him being a good sport about Eddie’s antics. After the town had falsely accused him of murder, he could get away with a lot more these days.
When everyone had taken their turn walking the stage, the students ceremoniously moved the tassel over and tossed their caps to the ceiling which was, fortunately, very high. Rebecca smiled and turned around to face Eddie, who was climbing over the chairs that separated them with a huge smile.
“We did it, baby!” Eddie cheered. With his smile, he held her face in his hands and kissed her deeply. She smiled into the kiss and draped her arms around Eddie’s neck. She felt his arms grip her tightly and soon she was lifted up and spun around in a circle while Eddie’s joyous laugh filled her ears. She laughed along with him as he gently set her down and the crowd around them started dispersing in all directions.
“I’m so proud of you, Eddie,” Rebecca told him. He blushed slightly and shook his head.
“I got lucky. Really lucky,” Eddie said. The pair clasped hands together and found Nancy and Robin on the edge of the crowd standing with the same group they had entered with. Rebecca’s mom was sobbing and whimpering as she opened her arms up to hug her daughter.
“I’m so proud of you…” she blubbered out.
“Thanks, mom,” Rebecca said and hugged her mother back. She watched Eddie walk over to Wayne, who was almost as emotional as Rebecca’s mother, and hug Eddie close after saying something Rebecca couldn’t hear. Rebecca’s heart melted at the sight and she walked over to the pair when they separated. Wayne smiled at her and opened his arms for a hug and Rebecca happily obliged. She and Wayne hadn’t spoken much, but he seemed to love Eddie like his own son and for that she was grateful to him.
After the ceremony was well over, Rebecca, Nancy, and Robin were back in their hotel room preparing for the prom dance that was to take place in a few hours. Nancy had insisted on making a big deal of the whole thing citing that this would only happen once and that it’s a milestone. Rebecca agreed and was excited.
“So you and Steve? I thought you guys were just friends?” Nancy asked Robin as they all applied mud masks to their faces.
“Oh, we are. This is not a romantic thing, like, at all. I just… I didn’t have a date and I didn’t want to go alone or as the only one not in a pair since you and Johnathan have been a thing and now Becca and Eddie are a thing… Not that Steve and I are a THING, but tonight we’re going together and I actually think it’ll be good for him to go to prom again because he always talks about how his prom was so boring and he was miserable because he wanted to go with… well he didn’t go with the girl he liked at the time,” Robin rambled. Rebecca raised a brow and concluded that Steve was not only a wonderful friend, but he desperately wanted to be back with Nancy. Rebecca felt bad for her brother and looked at Nancy, who seemed to also understand that Steve wasn’t over her.
“Yeah, he… he mentioned something like that,” Nancy said and sat down.
“What?! When? What exactly did he say?” Rebecca asked and sat next to Nancy with wide and intense eyes. If Steve had said something then that means Nancy had said something and the nosy side of Rebecca wanted to know.
Nancy scoffed with her head cast down and a side smile. “He just… In the mobile home he told me about this nightmarish dream he has of having like six kids and traveling around with them.”
Robin sat down on the other side of Nancy and mirrored Rebecca’s expectant look.
“And?” Robin encouraged.
Nancy took a deep breath and then continued, “Later, in the Upside Down, he told me… he told me that he wanted me to be there with him in this fantasy. Like he wanted me to be his wife and mother of his kids.”
“Wow… that’s basically a marriage proposal from Steve,” Rebecca said with a small laugh.
“I know… I just… Johnathan is here and it’s just this weird transition for us and things are just complicated right now.”
“Well, how do you feel about Steve? Compare that to how you feel about Johnathan, and you’ll have your answer,” Rebecca said recalling a time when Chrissy gave her the same advice when both Andy and Jason were planning on asking her out. Nancy thought for a moment and her eyes went wide.
“I’m glad it was Steve with us in there, Robin,” Nancy said quietly.
“Then I think you have your answer,” Robin told her and Rebecca smiled knowing how thrilled Steve would be knowing that Nancy returns his feelings.
“Enough about me. How did you convince Eddie of all people to go to prom?” Nancy said with a shake of her head and looked at Rebecca.
“He actually asked me, I didn’t have to do much. Like the day after I told him about it, he comes upstairs with those puppy dog eyes and a rose and asks if he can take me to prom,” Rebecca said recalling the hope in Eddie’s brown eyes and the pleading smile he wore when he was stood outside her bedroom.
“You have that man wrapped around your finger,” Robin said with a dumbfounded look. “Are you two in a secret witch coven dedicated to enslaving men to their passion for you? You know I suspected that cheerleading might be a form of witchcraft,” Robin said.
Rebecca and Nancy looked at each other in disbelief then laughed loudly. “You have no clue about men, do you?” Nancy said through giggles.
“Well… no. Not really. I don’t think I’ve ever had a reason to or will ever, frankly,” Robin said with a shrug. Rebecca looked at her quizzically for a moment, then felt a wave of realization wash over her. Robin had no interest in men whatsoever and suddenly so much about her and Steve’s friendship made sense.
“What do you mean? You’ll find a nice man one day. He’ll be lucky to have you” Nancy encouraged with a gentle squeeze to Robin’s hand. Rebecca raised a brow at Nancy and looked between her and Robin to gauge Robin’s comfort level.
“Thanks, Nance. I’m okay without, though,” Robin said with a plain smile. Nancy looked concerned for a moment, but her face slowly faded into one of understanding.
“Oh. Well… is there someone that you WOULD like to be with?” Nancy asked.
“Promise not to tell?” Robin asked with an awkward smile.
“Of course! You’ve been hanging around Steve too much, you need other opinions on your love life aide from his, you know,” Rebecca joked.
Robin laughed lightly and said, “Her name is Vickie.”
“The redhead trumpet player?” Nancy asked. Rebecca was impressed that she knew what the school band members looked like.
“Yeah. I guess her hair is more strawberry blonde than a true red, but… yeah,” Robin said with a twinkle in her eye.
“Well we have to make sure that you look absolutely stunning so that she will get her head out of her ass and fall in love with you if she hasn’t already,” Nancy promised.
“I know just the eyeshadow,” Rebecca said picturing Robin in a shimmery purple shade on her eyelids.
The three had a jovial time getting ready together and Rebecca thought she’d do something slightly different with her makeup tonight. Her dress was a scarlet red with rhinestones along the v-neckline and straps. She had picked the dress out after seeing a few posters of Eddie’s favorite bands that he was looking at in a record store and while none of them were wearing dresses, she thought this dress resembled the style at least a little bit with a short and very full skirt with split chiffon short sleeves. She lined her eyes slightly thicker than she would for cheerleading and put on a bold red lipstick.
“Wow, you look like a bombshell,” Nancy said when Rebecca stepped out of the bathroom.
“Yeah, it’s different for you, but it looks fantastic,” Robin agreed.
“You think Eddie will like it?” Rebecca asked with an insecure smile.
“Oh yeah,” Robin assured.
“Shall we, then?” Nancy said and motioned toward the door. Rebecca had deja vu from this morning as her mother once again demanded that she pose for pictures outside the door with Steve and her friends. Partway through the photo shoot, Rebecca saw Eddie step out of he and Wayne’s room wearing a full black suit, black dress shoes and his hair down and curls tamed to perfection to frame his face. Rings adorned his hands and in them was a small clear box that held a corsage comprised of a red rose and black ribbon. He turned around and their eyes met for a moment before he walked over to her.
“I got this for you, I hope you like it,” Eddie told her. “You, you look beautiful.”
Rebecca blushed and gently took the corsage from him and placed it on her wrist. “You look very handsome.”
The ballroom was decorated beautifully and captured the “Night Under the Stars” theme with twinkling lights and deep blue curtains. The room was full of music and many students dancing to the upbeat tune of a-ha’s “Take On Me” as the six of them entered the room. Steve pulled Robin onto the dance floor and Rebecca watched as Robin stumbled and awkwardly danced with Steve.
“We’re going to go get our photos done, we’ll meet up with you in a bit!” Nancy said as she and Johnathan scurried off to the edge of the room where a photographer was taking pictures at a photo booth.
Rebecca looked at Eddie with a small smile. His expression was one of slight discomfort if not also overwhelmed. Rebecca gripped his hand in hers and blocked his vision by standing in front of him. He could easily see over her, but his gaze met hers.
“Are you okay?” she asked him.
“Yeah, I just… I’m not used to this sort of, um… thing,” he said and held her hand.
“You’ve never been to a dance?” Rebecca asked almost in shock.
Eddie shrugged. “My friends have gone but I’ve never gone with them because of either grades or they had dates and I didn’t, or I couldn’t afford a suit.”
“Oh… Well, we’re going to have fun. You wanna dance?” Rebecca said.
“How do you dance to this…?” Eddie asked with a brow raised.
Rebecca laughed. “Well how would you dance to anything? You move your body to the music.”
“Normally I just move my head, but this is very much not head banging music,” Eddie said. Rebecca rolled her eyes and shook her head, then pulled Eddie to the dance floor. The upbeat techno music mixed with the vocal range the singer has in the song produced a freeing and lighthearted energy in the room and Rebecca started to dance. She moved with the music and didn’t much care if her moves were smooth or anything, she just danced. She saw Eddie nod his head along with the beat and awkwardly wiggle his legs a little bit. Rebecca grabbed his hands and danced with him for the rest of the song and had him mirror her movements. The pair were laughing by the end of it as Eddie’s stiffness waned.
“See? That was fun, wasn’t it?!” Rebecca said and another song started to play that Rebecca didn’t recognize.
“Yeah, it was. Workout, though,” Eddie panted as he caught his breath. Rebecca smiled at him and they made their way to the refreshment table.
“Eddie?!” a young male voice said from a few feet away from them at the punch table. Eddie’s head whipped around and Rebecca followed his gaze to see two boys that she recognized as part of Eddie’s friend group.
“Jeff, Henry! Hey, guys,” Eddie said with a smile and went to pat them both on the back with a side hug.
“We thought you were dead, man…” Jeff said with a relieved sigh. “And you walked the stage this morning but then we couldn’t find you anywhere.”
“That was so bad ass, flipping off Higgins like that,” Henry chuckled.
“Oh, yeah, I ran like hell out of there,” Eddie laughed. The three shared in the laughter and Jeff’s gaze turned sour at seeing Rebecca standing closer to them.
“What are you looking at?” Jeff demanded harshly. Rebecca raised her brow at him and was about to retort with an ego-bursting insult, but Eddie cut in.
“Hey, don’t talk to her like that, okay?” Eddie defended. Rebecca’s lips twitched upward in a smile and he heart fluttered at Eddie placing his fingers on Jeff’s shoulder to push him away slightly. Jeff and Henry’s eyes went wide and they looked at Eddie in disbelief.
“She’s one of THEM, Eddie. The dark side, remember?!” Henry said.
“Well, not exactly. I, um… She’s my girlfriend,” Eddie said and beckoned Rebecca to his side. Rebecca allowed him to tuck her under his gentle embrace to his side as Jeff and Henry’s jaws nearly dropped to the floor.
“Eddie, did you hit your head while running from the cops? Or during the Earthquake?” Henry asked.
“Yeah, she’s Jason’s lackey,” Jeff said.
“Not anymore. And Jason’s dead,” Rebecca told him.
“I knew you thought she was hot all these years, but I didn’t think you two would actually get it on…” Jeff said with a shake of his head.
Rebecca looked up at Eddie with a sly smile. Eddie gave Jeff a warning look, then Henry and Jeff shut their mouths purposefully. The music changed to a lower beat, and Rebecca recognized “Can’t Fight This Feeling”’s piano chords.
“We’ll catch up later, guys. Wanna dance?” Eddie asked Rebecca with a soft smile.
“Yeah,” Rebecca smiled. Eddie took her hand and led her to the dance floor. He glanced around the room nervously before gently placing his hands on her waist. Rebecca smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. They had never danced before, and Rebecca could sense how nervous Eddie was. She smiled and placed a hand on his cheek gently to draw his focus back to her.
“Hey, don’t worry about anything. I’m here. I know this isn’t your usual scene, but I want you to have fun tonight,” Rebecca said. Eddie smiled and leaned his head into her hand with closed eyes. They swayed gently to the music and Rebecca felt the world around them slowly slip from her perception and she could only give Eddie her attention.
“I am having fun,” Eddie told her after a beat. “I like being with you.”
Rebecca smiled. “I’m glad.”
“It’s true, what Jeff said… I had a big ass crush on you,” Eddie chuckled.
Rebecca laughed with him and shook her head. “I’m glad you did. I think I might’ve, too, through the annoyance.”
“Can’t promise I won’t still annoy you,” Eddie said.
“I know. And I can’t promise I won’t annoy YOU,” Rebecca told him. Eddie scoffed and smirked. His face fell and he looked at her more seriously.
“What are we going to do now?” Eddie asked. Given his tone, Rebecca knew he wasn’t just talking about tonight.
“We can figure it out. We don’t have to worry about that right now,” Rebecca told him.
“But I… I can’t keep kidding myself with this. I want you for… forever. I don’t want to lose you, and I know you have all these schools that are lucky to have you and shit, but if you don’t want me beyond this summer, I… my heart can’t take it,” Eddie said.
Rebecca’s eyes went wide and she thought for a beat about her future and couldn’t imagine it without Eddie.
“I’m not leaving you. Whatever ones our way, we can do it together. I love you, Eddie. That’s not a feeling that just… goes away. I love you,” Rebecca told him. “We’re you worried that I didn’t feel as strongly as you do?”
Eddie sheepishly nodded his head. “I’m not a guy that gets lucky often, and that luck doesn’t last for much. You here with me looking hot as shit and dancing with me, I had to assume that my luck was running out.”
“Eddie, my love, we’re just getting started,” Rebecca assured him. She smiled up at him and he mirrored her expression. Slowly and carefully, Eddie leaned down and their lips gently pressed together as they swayed. Eddie’s passion was evident in the kiss and Rebecca took it to the next level by pressing herself against him with her hands on the sides of his face. His arms held her close to his body and the two didn’t separate until they were gasping for breath and held their foreheads together.
“Stay with me. Please,” Eddie begged.
“I promise,” Rebecca told him with a heartfelt smile. Their lips met once more in a less passionate but just as meaningful kiss as the song ended.
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