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estrellami-1 · 10 months

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If I Should Stay

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“So,” Nancy says, all business. Steve knows her, knows she’s pushing down whatever feelings she has. Knows it won’t last. Appreciates it anyways. “Barb?”

Steve nods, leading her back down the hall. “Listen up,” he says. “Our top priority right now is saving Barb and Will from the Upside Down.” He looks around. “Jonathan’s already out looking for Will. We’ll need to read him in before we go, but he deserves to be part of the rescue mission for his own brother. First things first, though, we’re going to need weapons.”

“They’re vulnerable to fire,” Robin continues. “So Molotov cocktails, and lots of them. Nancy, you had a gun last time. Any idea where that would be?”

Nancy frowns, shakes her head. “I don’t have one.”

“It’s Jonathan’s.” Steve runs a hand through his hair. “So we’ll need to bring him in soon. He also had a bat filled with nails, which I ended up taking. Dustin, Mike, Lucas, I need you to think up ideas on flamethrowers. If nothing else, lighters and cans of hairspray. Let one of us know what you need, and we’ll find a way to get it for you.”

“And me?” Eddie asks.

Steve grins. “Oh, you’re gonna love this.” He tosses a tape at Eddie. “Metallica, Master of Puppets. 1986.”

Eddie looks down at the tape, then up at Steve, open-mouthed. “Holy shit,” he whispers.

“I’ve got a player in my room. How fast can you learn the second track?”

“Oh, my guitar!” Eddie says, scrambling up. “Holy shit. Uh, depends on how hard the song is. I’ll let you know once I’ve listened to it a few times.”

“Eddie,” Steve says before he can leave. He freezes in the doorway. “If you want to back out…”

“You’re a distraction,” Robin says softly. “The bats follow the sound. The first time around, you die because you weren’t willing to let them get to Dustin.”

“Which we’ll fix this time,” Steve says firmly. “We know what went wrong. We’ll make sure to close the vents this time.” He works his jaw. “I’m not losing anyone.”

Eddie looks at them. Robin, to Steve, to everyone else. “I’m in,” he says quietly.

Steve nods. Eddie leaves. They hear his footsteps heading upstairs. Steve’s door closes, and a few seconds later the song starts up.

Steve tenses. “I’m never gonna not think of that.”

“Steve,” Robin says, and nods to the couch beside her, inviting him to sit down.

He does, taking her hand and squeezing it, breathing out harshly. “Okay,” he says. “Boys, start brainstorming. Nance, can you go find Jon? We need him and his gun.” She nods and walks out.

El approaches Steve. “You gave me a hug,” she says seriously. “When they were being loud. Your head is being loud. Will a hug help?”

Inexplicable tears burn at the corners of his eyes. “Y’know what? I think it just might.”

She smiles and hugs him, and he hugs her back, pulling her to sit beside him. “Y’know what?” He whispers.

“What?” She whispers back.

“Your hair grows out, and it looks so pretty.”

She looks excited at the prospect. “It does?”

“Mhm. Right, Robs?”

“Oh, yeah,” she agrees. “Bitchin’, even.”

“What is ‘bitchin’?” El asks as Steve slaps at Robin.

“Something Robin shouldn’t’ve said,” he says, pretend-glaring at her. “Timeline, Robs, c’mon.”

She snorts. “Okay, nerd.”

“Band geek.”

She squawks and launches herself at him, and Steve laughs as he curls over El, who’s giggling.

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#if I should stay #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #Steddie #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #mike wheeler #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #will byers #jonathan byers #el hopper #I just realized idk how to properly tag el as a character #I’m loving the Steve and el sibling relationship thing starting though #it wasn’t my intention #but i’m not mad about it #steve and el #starambles

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chipthekeeper · 1 year

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Aldhani crew family pics from Varada Sethu’s instagram

#i have to do everything myself #but i’m not mad about it #i’m emo about it #don’t even have the words #andor #varada sethu #faye marsay #diego luna #alex lawther #gershwyn eustache jnr #sule rimi #wait i just realized no skeen in any of these lol #i’ll try not to read into that #my posts

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skulls-soul · 1 year

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Bowser has the tits

Luigi has the ass

together They’re a ✨bad bitch✨

#luigi #luigi nintendo #bowuigi #bowser #bowigi #bowser x luigi #bowser and luigi #luigi x bowser #bowser nintendo #king koopa #this has been on my mind for unhealthy amount of time and I had to get it out #I don’t know why almost everyone draws Bowser with voluptuous pecks #But I’m not mad about it #If anything I love how a good chunk of us anonymously agrees to this #And Luigi canonically has a juicy butt so I’m not wrong #Together there a bad bitch

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barzyhughes · 7 months

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THATS THE FACE OF THE NHLS FIRST STAR OF THE WEEK

#we’ve been seeing happy quinn so much recently #but i’m not mad about it #happy quinn is the best quinn #vancouver canucks #quinn hughes

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ncisfanblog · 3 months

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The announcement of a tiva spinoff was not on my 2024 bingo card

#but i’m not mad about it #tiva #ncis

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t0temswamp · 2 years

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Him ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

#kyojuro rengoku #demon slayer #donut boy #kny #he’s so pretty #my heart man #he talks too much #but I’m not mad about it

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warmblanketwhump · 2 years

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Love your writing! Could I request a scenario like this:

Person A and Person B are in a long distance relationship, and A is coming to visit B. By the time they get there, A isn’t feeling well, but tries to hide it since they rarely get to see B. And then B realizes and takes care of A

Have a great day!!

Thank you so much! Here you go! ☺️

The train screeches into the station and A stumbles off, wincing at the golden hour sunlight and scanning the crowd for B. Eventually, they spot B waving wildly in their direction, and B charges over and envelops them in a big bear hug.

“God, I’ve missed you,” B mumbles, burying their face in A’s shoulder. A returns the sentiment, ignoring how B’s hug aggravates the deep ache in their limbs. They’d woken that morning feeling sore and exhausted, but just chalked it up to being overtired from the busy week. Though that didn’t explain their sore throat, the pounding headache behind their eyes, or their inability to get warm during the train ride.

“There’s all sorts of different things we can do. I’ve been writing down ideas of some things I think you’d love. We probably can’t do all of them on this trip but we can certainly try…” B picks up A’s bag and goes on about a cool new restaurant, a park by their home, and several other hotspots downtown they could try during A’s long weekend with them. A tries to follow, but their vision is swirling and it’s hard to keep their balance.

“A? You with me?”

A blinks, shaking the fog from their vision. “Sorry, just spaced out for a second. Let’s try dinner at that place you mentioned.”

The first place they go is a beautiful rooftop restaurant, complete with string lights and soft jazz music. It’s the kind of place A would usually love - except they’re seated outside, and a cool breeze has picked up since the sun went down, sending shivers down their spine.

“You cold?” B asks with a frown as A wraps their arms around themselves and hunches their shoulders. “I can ask them to get us a spot out of the wind.”

A shakes their head - the place is packed, and they don’t want to cause a fuss. “I’m fine. Train car was cold on the way here.” Rubbing their arms, they scan the menu - they’re not particularly hungry, but they’re craving something that can warm them from the inside out and soothe their sore throat. When the waiter comes, they settle on soup and some hot tea.

After they both order, A and B start catching up on all that had happened since their last video call. A tries to stay engaged, but it’s so hard to think straight when all they can think of is how much the hard chair is making their cold bones ache, or how badly they want to curl up on the ground under the table and sleep. There’s also a buzzing sound in their head that won’t go away, and the string lights are suddenly too bright, their face is so hot, and B’s suddenly split in two…

“A? A!!” B’s panicked voice snaps them out of it, and A realizes they’ve nearly fully slumped over onto the table.

“Sorry, I…” They trail off, suddenly unable to find the words complete their sentence. They’re suddenly aware of feeling desperately cold all over, and the next breeze makes them shudder violently from head to toe.

“A, talk to me. What’s wrong?” B’s at their side next to their chair, kneeling down so they’re closer to A’s eye level.

A’s eyes just well up in tears, and a small sob escapes. Much as they tried to deny it, they’re sick. “B, I don’t feel good,” they whimper softly, voice cracking on the last word.

“Oh, love.” B immediately palms their forehead and feels their rising fever. Just then, the waiter arrives with their food.

“Excuse me. Would you be able to box that up and bring the check?” B smiles apologetically. “I think we may need a rain check for another night.”

The waiter nods in understanding and immediately scurries back, and A’s heart sinks. “That’s why I didn’t want to tell you,” they moan softly, another shiver rippling down their spine.

“What? Why?” B immediately stands and sheds their own jacket, wrapping it around A.

“Because I thought…I thought I could just power through and feel better. And now I’m gonna ruin the whole weekend because we can’t do any of the fun things you want to do, and I…I…” the sobs and coughs choke them off, and B just pulls them into a hug.

“Shhhh. You’re okay. It’s okay.” B pulls back and thumbs away the tracks of tears on A’s flushed face. “You’re being silly, you know.”

“What?” B’s casual tone catches A off-guard - it’s not like them to disregard how they feel.

“A, the only thing I really want to do this weekend is see you. I want you to feel better, of course, and I love doing things with you. But you’re not ruining anything. You’re here, with me, and that’s all I need. And if our whole weekend is you curled up sick in my bed and me spoon feeding you medicine and watching terrible movies with you, then so be it.”

B’s words are so impossibly gentle, and their face is so earnest that A’s about to burst into tears again - but then the waiter returns with their boxed up food and the check. After leaving a generous tip, B helps A up, hoists A’s weekend bag over their shoulder, and guides them down to the street, insisting on hailing a cab against A’s weak protests that they can walk.

The protests prove to be a smokescreen, because once they’re in the car A collapses on B’s shoulder, and B wraps their arm around them and holds them close, gently rubbing their back.

“I wish I could see you more.” It’s a feverish yet honest admission from A - the days they were able to spend together were precious few, and they can’t shake the guilt of getting sick during them.

B squeezes their shoulders. “It’s only a little while longer. Just a few more months and you can move here for real.”

A nods. They’re counting down the days - a whole wall of sticky notes back in their room at home that decrease all too slowly.

“Wanna know the bright side of this?”

“Enlighten me,” A grumbles, huddling closer to B’s side, eyes scrunched closed.

“You could’ve been home, sick, all by yourself. Instead, you’re here with someone who knows all your favorites. Ginger tea, a quilt straight from the dryer, and someone to curl up next to and play with your hair.”

As much as A is determined to wallow, B has a point. “….fine. Thats the only good thing.” B just smiles and wraps their other arm around A. When they arrive home, B asks if A wants to take a shower first, but A shakes their head - they just want to go to bed.

A can barely keep their head up as B helps them change into their pajamas, shivering as their bare skin gets exposed to the cool air. Just as quickly, they’re back in a thermal shirt and a sweatshirt, and they stiffly collapse onto the mattress with a sigh and a sniffle, pulling the sheets up to their nose. B follows suit, pulling the quilt over them and adding an extra blanket on top for good measure.

“There. All snug. Do you want me to get you some tea? Or I could reheat your soup? Or-“

“Could you just…lay with me for a bit first?” A’s voice is soft, on the verge of pleading, and they’re suddenly aware of how much they really don’t want to be alone right now.

“Of course.” B slides onto the opposite side of the bed, wrapping their arms around A’s shoulders and pulling them to their chest, hand cradling the back of their head.

And despite feeling feverish and achy and pretty much miserable, A has to admit that if they had to be sick, this certainly isn’t the worst place to be.

#fever whump #sickfic #sickfic prompt #caretaking #whump prompt #this turned out much cuter than I planned #but I’m not mad about it

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softholand · 1 year

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finally some crumbs

#tom #tom holland #he looks very tanned #maybe its the lighting #but i’m not mad about it

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sixties-doctor-who-stan · 6 months

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Dear Steven Moffat

I judged you too harshly it seems.

#i still don’t like him #or his era #but i’m not mad about it #steven moffat #doctor who #new who #eleventh doctor #twelfth doctor

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1986harrington · 1 year

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I am not emotionally, mentally or physically prepared to be seeing the 1975 live in two dAYS with @upsidedownwithsteve and @theemporium

If you don’t hear from us again it’s Matty Healy’s fault

#jade’s rambling again #the chokehold this man has me in is not okay #but I’m not mad about it

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ohtobeleah · 1 year

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People are submitting some crazy thotty thoughts

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Y’all are hoes

#thotty thoughts 💭#but I’m not mad about it

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ponds-of-ink · 1 year

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Me, watching a bit of the mobile update trailer for UCN last night: Oh, that’s cool! Don’t think I’ll get the game, but it’s nice to know that it’s getting a huge update. :D

Comments on video: Oh hey, I think we got a Purple Guy hand reveal.

Me, double-checking the trailer a few minutes ago: Wait a minute. Either that’s really good 2D shading or that’s a 3D model...

My brain while making this post regardless: