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Stranger Things incorrect quote generator (feat. Sapphic Senate, Scoops Troops and a Surprise)
Pt 16
Sapphic Senate
Vickie: Where is Robin?
Nancy: I'll do you one better, who is Robin??
Chrissy: Here's a better question, why is Robin?
(I mean that's like S3 if Vickie already exited there and they (Vickie and Robin) knew each other)
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Chrissy: Hey Nancy, I’ve got an idea for how to solve this.
Nancy, pulling out a shotgun: Yeah?
Chrissy: Wh- No! That’s not the idea, Nancy!
Bonus:
(Form the generator) *minutes later*
Chrissy: Get in, loser, we’re committing vehicular manslaughter!
(Chrissy is like. No guns, but yes to hitting people with the car 💪)
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Robin: Hello, my name is Failure, and you're watching my life crumble into pieces.
Robin: *waves their finger and sings like they're in a Disney Channel intro*
Bonus:
Nancy: ...
Nancy: I want that one
(Same 😪)
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Robin: I'm hot, I’m tall, I'm gay, and I'm on my theatre kid arc.
(We've found the most canon version of this 💪 I love her so much)
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Chrissy: You don't need my blessing to go kiss Robin. In fact, I was pretty sure you were already kissing Robin!
Nancy: Nope.
Chrissy: In that case, as the archbishop of Nancy's fully awakened gaydom, I give you my blessing to immediately leave and rectify that as soon as possible! Go now, my child, and kiss Robin right on the lips!!!
(I feel like Chrissy was Robin's first girlfriend and that's why Nancy asked her)
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Robin: *dangling from a rope over a pit of fire* Remember when I said I’d tell you when we’re in too deep?
Nancy: Yes?
Robin: We’re in too deep.
(They met some people in a gay bar and Robin said that she's like an expert at this, and know they somehow ended up here.. Idk)
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Nancy: I don't follow the rules. I follow dogs on social media.
(She absolutely would, have you seen her with Max's dog 🥺 also are they okay? The dog? Are they alive and safe? 😟😔)
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Nancy: Sorry, I'm late to the party. I've been doing things.
Robin, entering in an unbuttoned shirt: I got caught up doing things too.
Chrissy: Wow, Nancy was late too! What a coincidence!
(The radio was on and George Michael gave them a short visit)
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Chrissy: I like wearing oversized sweaters. Not just because they're extremely comfy and cuddly, but because whenever the sleeves are really big, I get to flop them around and smack people.
(She (well all of them) steals Robin's hoodies and then slaps her with them, until Buff Robin picks her up and throws her over the shoulder and she just keeps slapping her back telling Robin to out her down while giggling. Nancy was totally not jealous [probably was before Ronance started dating])
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Vickie: Robin! What did I tell you about lying?
Robin, looking down: ...That it only works on Chrissy.
(Either Chrissy can smell a lie miles away or she doesn't suspect a thing)
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Vickie: Robin, no.
Robin: Robin, yes.
Bonus:
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Nancy: Robin, no.
Robin: Robin, no.
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Chrissy: Robin, yes. >:3
Robin: Robin, yes. >:3
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Robin: If we lose, you’re out of the will.
Chrissy: I was in the will?
(you'd probably get some of her clothes)
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Chrissy: Don’t preach to me about romance, Vickie. I had a three-way in a hot-air balloon.
(I was so shocketh when that showed up, like damn....do I wanna know with who?)
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Vickie: Didn't you die?!
Chrissy: That was weeks ago, dude. Things change.
(Vickie saw that news that Chrissy died (Vecna'd) but then Chrissy shows up when Vickie wants to get a roommate and boom)
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Chrissy: Hold on! I’m having one of those things... a headache with pictures.
Nancy: What the fuck?
Vickie: They’re having an idea.
(Is is really a good idea for her to have an idea?)
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Chrissy: Arson? Oh, you mean "crime brûlée".
(Robin was so heartbroken that she didn't come up with that joke, but she still high fived Chrissy)
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Robin: Don't go to the kitchen.
Chrissy: Why?
Robin: I saw a spider.
Chrissy: Well, did you kill it?
Robin: It has 8 arms and I only have 2, it's not fair...
(I completely agree with you Robin 😖)
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Robin: I’ve never smoked marijuana. I ate a brownie once at a party. It was intense. It was kind of indescribable. I felt like I was floating. Turns out there was no pot in the brownie. It was just an insanely good brownie.
(I want brownies 😪)
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Robin: Are you tall enough to play basketball though?
Nancy: Are you calling me short?
Robin: I'm calling you vertically challenged.
(I love her heights)
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Robin, cowering in fear: What do you want from me?!
Vickie, standing in front of Robin: *bites into the whole KitKat bar like a heathen*
Robin, crying: Please...stop...
(I don't know what you did Robin, but Vickie is trying to make you regret it)
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Robin: I love the term 'partners'. Are we dating? Are we robbing a bank? Are we the dedicated detectives who investigate these vicious felonies and are members of an elite squad known as the special victims unit? Who knows.
(Nancy: Yes)
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[Scoops Troops]
Erica: God, I love Robin.
Dustin: Yeah, you fucking better.
(Everyone should love Robin)
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Erica: You’re mean!
Steve: You’re meaner!
Erica: Yeah, well, you’re ugly too!
Steve: You’re uglier!
Erica: You’re a dumbass!
Steve: You’re a dumberass!
Erica: You think “dumberass” is a good insult!
(Ah yes, a normal day with Erica and Steve)
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Dustin: You're pathetic!
Steve: You're pathetic-er!
Erica: You're both losers.
(Well Erica would say that but it's not true, Dustin is no loser)
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Robin: Sleep is the body’s best safety mechanism.
Dustin: How so?
Robin: It keeps you from screwing up for 8 hours.
(*nods head in agreement*)
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Robin: My father's name was just mine as well, so I'm technically Robin Jr.
Steve: But who comes up when you look up Robin on Google?
Dustin: That's what I thought!
Steve: One Robin to rule them all!
(Robin was named after her father in my AU now, so her father's name is Robin)
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Steve: We should normalize not loving family members.
Robin: You can just say: “I hate my dumb fuck mother” or whatever. Talk like a normal person!
(We hate Robin's mother (from my AU) in this house)
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Steve: *Locks Robin in the car.* Act like a child, get treated like a child.
Robin: What? Isn't it illegal to leave a child locked in a car?
(Steve would do that and Robin would say that)
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Robin: Why aren’t you sleeping?
Erica: I’m too busy plotting your murder to sleep, Robin.
Robin:
Erica: ...The nightmares.
Robin: *wrapping their arms around Erica* Awwww, sweetie-
(🥺 that's exactly what happened in my AU)
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Dustin: You're smiling. What happened?
Erica: What? Can't I smile just because I feel like it?
Robin: Steve tripped and fell down the stairs today.
(Robin is trying to not laugh tho)
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Dustin: Erica...
Erica: I can tell by the tone of your voice that you are disappointed. Alas, I must further disappoint you by affirming how little I give a fuck.
(She probably was mean to Steve. Understandable tho)
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Dustin: Life is like Erica. It's short.
Bonus: (from the generator)
Erica: I came out here to have a good time and I'm honestly feeling so attacked right now.
(How dare you, Dustin 😑, also I'm like one inch shorter then her 😪😂)
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Steve: The Ocean is a soup.
Dustin:
Dustin: Do elaborate.
Steve: What are needed for something to be a soup?
Dustin: Erm... Water, salt, some form of vegetation, and personally I prefer some meat in mine.
Steve: *Tilts head*
Dustin: The Ocean is a Soup.
Steve: The Ocean is a Soup.
(Just do a smartass and a dumbass having a conversation)
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Steve: Met a dumbass today. Awful.
Robin: You looked in a mirror?
Steve: Someday you will have to answer for your actions and god may not be so merciful.
(She shall never, she is blessed and God loves her, as does Satan, she's loved by everyone... Besides her own mother...and stupid asshole like Jason, but they are not important)
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Steve: You call yourself my soulmate, but where were you when my meme only had four likes?
Robin: Making four accounts.
Steve, tearing up: Really...?
(Platonic with a capital P Soulmates 😭❤️✨ God i love that quote)
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Robin: The only straight I am is a straight-up badass.
(Santana, my love (well it was bitch and not badass, but still) 😔❤️ I would love for her and Robin to meet)
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Steve: I give up. I am so tired.
Robin: Get the emergency supply!
Erica: *carries Dustin and places them in front of Steve*
Dustin: *smiles*
Steve: AND I AM BACK BABY, LET’S GOOO
(I love Dustin's smile 😭🥺 He's so adorable ❤️✨ it could safe me too 😪)
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Robin: You know, when I first met you I thought you were a real bitch.
Erica: What changed your mind?
Robin: Oh, I still think you're a bitch. I've just grown to like that about you.
(just bitches hanging out 💪)
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Erica: Without ugly, there would be no beauty in this world.
Robin: Thank you for your sacrifice, Steve.
(Yes, thank you 💪😔)
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Erica: I don't know, it's not my cup of tea.
Robin: Well then whose is it?
Erica, staring at a cup of tea: I don't know!
(One of Ronance's children didn't clean up after themselves. Smh 😪)
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Erica, taping a knife onto a Roomba: Be free, my child.
Steve, entering the room with a small cut on their ankle: Who the f-
(She's been hanging out with Max too much)
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Steve: I have the sharpest memory here - name one time I forgot something!
Robin: You left me, Erica, and Dustin in a Walmart parking lot at 2am a day ago.
Steve: I did that on purpose, try again.
(Why were you there at 2 am tho? Is Walmart open at 2 am? I'm not American so idk)
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Erica: Steve won’t wake up, what do I do?
Robin: Did you try kicking them?
Erica: Yes.
Robin: I’m out of ideas.
(Cold water ✨)
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Steve: Hey, no, you stay out of this, this is between me and Dustin!
Robin: So Dustin knows about this?
Steve, walking away: No, this is between me and me!
(He's moping about Dustin hanging out with Eddie but he doesn't want to talk to Robin about it)
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Steve: I still don’t have a New Year’s resolution.
Robin: You could lose a few.
Dustin: You could be less lazy.
Erica: Don’t be such a bitch.
Steve: Okay DAMN, SHIT.
(oop)
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Robin: Erica and I are so close we even share a toothbrush.
Erica: We what?
(Robin, no.)
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Steve: Tommorrow's garbage day.
Erica: I can't believe they made a whole day dedicated to you.
(Robin tells her to stop being mean to Steve, but high fives her in secret lol)
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Dustin: *sighs* I have no friends...
Steve:
Steve: *coughs* Bitch, what am I? A roach?!
(S3... But well Dustin actually knew he had a friend because he went to Steve himself.. But still lol)
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[Surprise]
Eleanor: What? I'm not aggressive!
Robin: Last Tuesday, you wacked me with a pair of crocs and stole my chocolate chips?
Eleanor: Survival of the fittest, bitch.
(I love do revenge so much 😭✨)
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Eleanor: What can therapy do for me that screaming in my car for 30 minutes can’t?
(literally canon)
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Eleanor: Nancy, gather the others. We need to have another Robin-is-doing-something-stupid-again-and-we-have-to-stop-them-before-they-hurt-someone convention.
(I need a fanfiction where they are twins 😳😭)
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Eleanor: We’re having a moment, aren’t we?
Nancy: If by 'a moment' you mean me not wanting to strangle you for the first time since we met, then I guess we are.
(Nancy would for some reason dislike Eleanor at first..idk why.. Or maybe she doesn't.. Idk tho, just had a feeling)
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[The Maya-verse]
Robin: It's locked. You got a lock pick?
Maya: Yeah-
Eleanor: *kicks in the door*
(I knows she's in more stuff but I've only seen two things from where she's in)
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MEleanor: Robin, what do you have?
Robin: A KNIFE!
Eleanor: Okay, have fu-
Maya: NO!
(Love that "Okay, have fun")
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Eleanor: How would you like your coffee?
Robin: As dark as my soul.
Eleanor: Got it, one cup of milk coming right up!
(Just milk lol. It's true tho.)
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Eleanor: If karma doesn't hit you, I fucking will.
(please do 🙏)
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Maya: Why would you think any of this was a good idea?
Eleanor: Probably because I’m a dangerous sociopath with a long history of violence.
Maya:
Eleanor: I don’t know how you keep forgetting this.
(Hcjsgelfnsnd Aah, I just had to keysmash 😪 this is so true)
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Eleanor: Assert your dominance over your friends by kicking them in the face, and then giving them a little smooch on the forehead!
(AAAAH 😭 I LOVE HER 😭😭😭 THIS IS SO CANON 😭😭😭)
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Eleanor: The waiter at Olive Garden has been grating my cheese for 6 hours now, waiting for me to say when. Customers are screaming. Three people have died.
Eleanor: I will not yield.
(❤️)
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Maya, rushing into the room: It’s terrible, just terrible! I am so upset!
Eleanor: Maya, honey, sit down! Sweetheart, tell us all about it. Robin, would you get Maya some water?
Robin: What are they gonna do with water? Has water ever made you feel better when you were upset? Have you ever heard anyone say, “Thank God, the water’s here!”?
(who made Maya upset 😑 also, Robin rambling ✨)
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Maya: *looks at Robin*
Maya: Baby boy. Baby.
Maya: *looks at Eleanor*
Maya: Evil (affectionate).
(Yes)
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Robin: Oooh, a train!
Eleanor: We’re in a train station, Robin.
(I love them so much)
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Eleanor: Get in, loser, we’re committing vehicular manslaughter!
("it was just a love tap" 🙏❤️)
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Maya: I have a bad feeling about this...
Eleanor: What do you mean?
Maya: Don't you ever get that little voice in your head that tells you if you're going to get into trouble?
Eleanor: No?
Robin: That actually explains so much.
(I overthink a lot, so I definitely have that voice)
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[Actors]
Natalia and Talia : *making loud, shouty gorilla sounds at each other*
Camila:
Maya, exasperatedly: We have a guest.
(I am loving the Natalia VS Talia memes ❤️😭)
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Maya: I’m so happy two of my favorite people are getting along now.
Camila: Uh, Talia and Natalia are not getting along.
Maya: They’re not trying to kill each other.
Camila: You may have a point.
(I need a Ronance kiss 😪 it can be like in a dream someone has, so the actors actually kiss but it's not really canon in the show)
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Camila drunkenly wanders around the house and Natalia is drunkenly giggling*
Maya, completely sober: *sighs* Well, looks like it's just me and you against the wold, Talia .
Talia , going to their room: Nope, just you. *shuts door*
(They drank because they didn't get to kiss Maya 😪 I feel them)
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Camila, teaching Natalia to drive: Okay, you're driving and Maya and Talia walk into the road. Quick, what do you hit?
Natalia: Oh, definitely Talia . I could never hurt Maya.
Camila, massaging their temples: The brakes. You hit the brakes.
(Do revenge 2: Natalia Dyer's character gives Talia Ryder's characters a little love tap with her car)
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Natalia: I'm bored.
Camila: Wanna commit first degree murder?
Natalia: Sure!
Maya, hearing them: No- Stop, don't do that! Put that knife down! Put Talia down!!
(They are really jealous of Talia....understandable 😪)
Maya: Weight loss? Drink water.
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Camila: I truly believe that water can solve all your problems.
Talia : Clear skin? Drink water.
Natalia: Want to get rid of someone? Drown them.
(Natalia, no. Don't do it.)
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Camila: You're smiling. What happened?
Natalia: What? Can't I smile just because I feel like it?
Maya: Talia tripped and fell down the stairs today.
(Natalia at the set of Do revenge lol)
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Camila : What’s up with Natalia? They’ve been laying on the floor for like….an hour now?
Talia: They're just a little overwhelmed.
Camila : Why?
Talia: Maya smiled at them.
Camila:
Camila: Totally understandable
Talia: Absolutely
(I'd just pass away)
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Talia : What’s it like being tall?
Natalia: Is it nice?
Camila: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards?
Maya: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb four chairs, two boxes, a small coffee table, and six oddly placed stools to get what they want.
(Tall women >> men)
(Short women >> men )
(Any height women >> men)
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Do Revenge was so amazing. All I'm gonna say to that because I'm exhausted and don't want to write anything anymore rn 😪
Hope you liked it.
Lots of Love ✨🤲🥺✨
#long post#inccorect quotes#stranger things incorrect quotes#ronance#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#chrissy cunningham#vickie stranger things#the sapphic senate#erica sinclair#dustin henderson#steve harrington#scoops troop#eleanor levetan#maya hawke#natalia dyer#talia ryder#camila mendes#idk what else to tag
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Bad movie I have Voodoo Passion aka Der Ruf der Blonden Gottin 1977
#Voodoo Passion#Vicky Adams#Ada Tauler#Karine Gambier#Jack Taylor#Vítor Mendes#Ly Frey#Aida Gouveia#Sandra Daenliker#Norbert Langer#Joaquim Rosa
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i could be honest, i could be human [Chapters 11, 12 & 13]
Rated E | Steddie
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“Stevie,” Eddie sighed, lifting his other hand to wipe Steve’s tears away, and he frowned when Steve just sobbed again. Then he smirked a bit teasingly, that cheeky smirk that made Steve’s stomach do somersaults. “Who hurt you?”
“You did, asshole,” Steve gasped through another sob, though it ended with a laugh of his own.
CONTENT WARNING: Blatant disregard for what is medically possible, also there is smut. Twice.
Chapter Eleven: April 1986
They all survived. By the skin of their teeth, but they did it.
Things were still a bit touchy with Max, since she still hadn’t woken up even once. The doctors were optimistic about her pulling through once her legs and arms healed a bit more, stating that the body needed rest to mend injuries so severe.
Eddie was finally out of the woods, but he had spent so much time hooked up to scary machines to put blood back into him and breathe for him. It had been nightmarish seeing him so small and pale on the bed like that with tubes and wires attached to him.
But he was slowly waking up, and he didn’t have to be on the ventilator anymore. Sometimes his eyes would open and he’d look around, and Steve would say something to him, but it was clear that Eddie wasn’t actually lucid. Eddie would follow Steve or Wayne’s voices but he would look at some point above their heads before closing his eyes again with an exhausted sigh.
It was still a relief every time Eddie opened his eyes, though, so Steve wasn’t going to complain at all. If he politely excused himself every time Eddie closed his eyes without acknowledging them to cry in the stairwell, that was Steve’s business.
The government officials that showed up after they already dealt with everything for them—again—were very easy to bully into meeting their demands; clear Eddie’s name, cover all their medical bills, and provide Eddie and Wayne with a new home.
The story that was spun had just enough of the truth to be believable.
Officially, the killer was Henry Creel, who had actually been in witness protection but became obsessed with copying his father. He had taken advantage of the community’s preconceptions of Eddie and his hobbies to get away with murdering three, almost four teenagers while everyone hunted an innocent man. Eddie was officially listed as Henry’s fifth victim, to account for the injuries he sustained, and it was reported that Henry died in the earthquake.
The reaction to the news was spectacular, in Steve’s opinion.
As soon as a reporter even mentioned the word “prejudice,” a majority of the community flip-flopped on their witch hunt for Eddie Munson. Very suddenly, people insisted that they hadn’t believed for a second that it was a Satanic cult, that they knew all along it wasn’t supernatural at all, that they weren’t about to murder a young man based on hearsay. The community, for the most part, came around to at least not caring about Eddie Munson like they used to.
Steve would never forget the frenzied way he people were arming themselves at War Zone, though, and he did his best to remember exactly whose faces he saw there that day. He was giving Vickie a free pass for Robin’s sake, but everyone else was fair game.
There was still an armed guard outside Eddie’s room, but that was to protect him just in case some zealot came for him.
It made Steve nervous every time he came to the hospital, the armed men stationed in the corridor and tracking everyone who came and went. It might have been paranoia, but he was starting to feel like they were watching him every time he came since he visited daily. Wayne had put in a demand that Steve was to be allowed to visit whenever and for however long he wanted, so there was no reason for anyone to be suspicious of him.
It wasn’t until one guard smirked when Steve returned from having a moment alone in the stairwell that it started to click. The guard had looked him up and down, likely noting his red-rimmed eyes and tear-stained cheeks and scoffed before returning to scanning the hallway with his eyes.
Steve hurried back into the room, fear clutching at his chest again. He didn’t know what to do, other than to stop coming so often, but what if Eddie woke up when he wasn’t there? But would him coming here and gaining that attention put the same judgments on Eddie as well? If Eddie woke up after being accused of being a murderer to being a queer just because Steve couldn’t just stay at home, would he be grateful?
“What’s going through that head of yours, kid?”
Steve jumped and looked across Eddie’s bed to meet Wayne’s eyes. He had forgotten the man was still there since he usually went home to sleep a bit before his shift. Eddie had been almost lucid the last time he opened his eyes, so Wayne was staying just a bit later than normal.
“I think the guards figured it out,” Steve said nervously, picking at his nails. “Why I’m here a lot, I mean.”
“Did any of them say anything? Because I’ll deal with ‘em if they did,” Wayne said seriously, and Steve shook his head quickly.
“Didn’t say anything, Mr. Munson,” Steve replied, clearing his throat. “I’m just… What if Iʼm doing more harm than good by showing up so much? He’s going to wake up with a whole new rumour mill…”
Wayne chuckled at that and shook his head. “Boy, that was a rumour mill he had years of practice with,” Wayne said with a sigh, shrugging a shoulder when Steve looked back at him. “Eddie’ll be too happy about you waiting at his bedside to give a shit what these assholes think.”
Steve blinked at Wayne before nodding slightly, smiling a bit sheepishly down at his hands. They sat together in a comfortable silence before Wayne said good night to Eddie, and then to Steve as he left for his shift.
Steve sat in his chair until the nurse did her final rounds for the night, making small talk with her while she walked around the bed. She made a comment that Eddie’s colour was better, and Steve agreed. He was no longer pale and gaunt, a lively blush returning to his cheeks that filled Steve with so much relief he could cry with it.
Once the nurse left, Steve pulled his chair closer to the bed and leaned his elbows against it, one hand wrapping around Eddie’s and the other hand petting over Eddie’s hair. He’d had to fight the doctors about not shaving it off just for cleanliness reasons and had made a point to make sure it was clean himself if he had to. Steve didn’t want Eddie waking up in pain and without the long hair he had loved so much.
“Hey Eds,” Steve whispered into the nearly silent room before clearing his throat and saying a bit louder, “Max was doing better today. She’s starting to do the half-waking-up thing like you, I think.”
There was no reaction from Eddie to his words, but that was normal. Steve talked and Eddie slept, then Steve would cry until he fell asleep until Wayne returned and sent him home to sleep properly.
“It’s gonna be my birthday soon. Robs wants to take me out,” Steve said, blinking as his eyes filled with tears. “So, it would be great if you woke up so I can celebrate my birthday with my best friend, yeah?” he added teasingly, laughing a little bit.
Eddie took a deep breath, which wasn’t uncommon, but his brow pinched together this time which was weird. Steve sat up straight, watching Eddie’s face for any sign of waking, but then he let the breath out in a sigh and his face slowly relaxed. Tears were already falling down Steve’s face as he slumped against the bed.
“Please, Eds, I need you to wake up. You were just supposed to be the decoy, you promised,” Steve said, feeling some of his sadness turning to a bit of anger, no matter how irrational he knew it was. Eddie did what he felt was right, and Steve wouldn’t actually hold that against him.
That didn’t mean he couldn’t be upset about it, just a little bit.
“You promised, Eds, and now look where you are,” Steve sobbed, squeezing Eddie’s hand, then he laughed a bit wetly. “Maybe I should stop fighting them when they try to cut off your hair, huh? That should teach you for running off trying to be a hero when the only reason I let you leave my sight was because I thought you would be safest there.”
Eddie took another deep breath and when he let it out, it was accompanied by a groan that had Steve immediately standing over him. The sudden change in position on top of his lack of proper sleep had Steve almost blacking out, but he pushed through it.
“Eddie?” Steve asked frantically, and Eddie’s brow was pinched together again.
Deep brown eyes fluttered open, and they were a bit glazed over until Eddie blinked a few times as he looked around the room groggily, and Steve laughed around a sob. Even if Eddie wasn’t fully lucid, that was the closest he had been since he was admitted.
“Eds,” Steve sobbed, his relief overwhelming when Eddie actually reacted to the sound of his voice. Eddie’s eyes quickly found Steve’s and his grimace visibly relaxed for a moment, something akin to a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Then he squeezed Steve’s hand tightly with a pained groan.
“Hurts,” Eddie gasped, and Steve nodded quickly and reached for the call button.
The next twenty minutes was a whirlwind as the attending doctor rushed in and tried to talk to Eddie about his pain. Eddie was trying to speak, to answer their questions with more than just “hurts” when they asked what was wrong and “a lot” when they asked how much.
Finally, Steve had enough of the circular discussions and stood up.
“Enough! Just do something for him. You had to sew his fucking guts back in, of course he’s in pain and obviously it’s a fucking ten on your stupid chart,” Steve snapped, gesturing at Eddie with one hand, the other on his hip. On the bed, Eddie let out a weak groan that sounded a bit like a chuckle.
“Sir, either you calm down or you will be escorted out,” one of the nurses said, though she looked inclined to agree with Steve if her annoyed glower at the doctor was anything to go by.
Opening his mouth to argue again, Steve stopped when Eddie squeezed his hand tightly.
“Steve, s’fine,” Eddie said, shaking his head as he fought through the pain to verbalize what was hurting, how it was hurting, and how badly it was hurting.
Finally, his answers were deemed worthy of an upped dose of the narcotics, just to help him get comfortable. Steve held Eddie’s hand the entire time, the audience of medical professionals be damned, stroking the back of Eddie’s hand with his thumb until he began to relax against the bed.
“Waking up for the first time like this after significant trauma is not unusual,” the doctor said to Steve in a tight voice, gesturing at Eddie. “We’ll revisit his pain in the morning to determine if staying on the higher dose will be necessary, but for now it should just help him get back to sleep.”
“Thank you, Doctor,” Steve said with a quick nod, a bit embarrassed by his outburst earlier now that Eddie was settling down. The doctor nodded, wrote a few notes on Eddie’s chart, and then left the room again with the nurse.
When Steve turned his attention back to the bed, Eddie was still awake but the lucid light was fading quickly from his eyes. Each blink was becoming longer and his eyes were rolling back, especially now that the narcotics were even stronger in his system. But he kept fighting through it and determinedly trying to hold Steve’s gaze.
“Go back to sleep, Eds,” Steve reassured him, brushing his hair out of his face as tears sprung to his eyes all over again.
Eddie blinked rapidly up at Steve, his eyes glazing over. “’Teve?” he murmured, and Steve grinned through his tears, nodding.
“Yeah, I’m here. I’ll be here again tomorrow,” Steve insisted, and Eddie gave him a weak smile.
“Pr’mise?” Eddie asked and Steve nodded again.
“I won’t even go home when Wayne tries to force me to, okay? I’ll be here all day, so you sleep as much as you need,” Steve promised, laughing a bit at the irony of spending days begging Eddie to wake up, just to tell him to go back to sleep when it happened.
“Kay,” Eddie sighed, and he squeezed Steve’s hand weakly one last time before he drifted off to sleep.
This sleep was different. Before, Eddie had been completely still, not making any noise at all and his only movement had been his chest rising and falling with his slow breaths. Now, he was a bit twitchy, his eyes moving behind his eyelids rapidly, and he let out little sighing breaths every few minutes.
It was normal sleep now. Eddie was going to get better. He was on the mend.
Steve could finally breathe a bit easier.
Just as he promised, Steve didn’t let Wayne chase him from the room, and they both slept in their chairs on either side of Eddie, slumped over the bed. If he moved, he’d wake up at least one of them.
It was sometime in the afternoon when Steve woke up to a hand playing with his hair weakly. Reaching up, Steve gently took the hand into his, holding it gently as he sat up and met Eddie’s eyes.
He was awake, completely lucid, and smiling at Steve. Eddie squeezed his hand reassuringly and said, “Hey, Stevie.”
“Hey, Eds,” Steve replied, returning the smile before he looked around. “Oh, shit, where’s your uncle, he—”
“He just left. I’ve been up for a bit talking to him,” Eddie said, his voice hoarse. “You were sleeping pretty deep.”
“Where’d he go?” Steve asked, confused that Wayne would leave if Eddie was finally awake.
“He just went home for dinner and try to call out of his shift tonight. He’ll be back in a couple hours,” Eddie explained quietly, then he shrugged. “Said he wanted to give us some privacy to talk about something.”
Steve looked at Eddie laying against the white sheets, brown eyes open and clear, cheeks pink with life, and a smile on his lips. This was everything he’d been praying for since Eddie was admitted. He was over the moon with his joy, his relief, and he finally had the chance to tell Eddie everything he rehearsed in his head.
When he opened his mouth, though, all that came out was a sob and suddenly Steve was crying too much to speak. All the worry he had held inside himself was finally done, and now he had to grapple with all the other feelings he had been pushing back to make room for it.
“Stevie,” Eddie sighed, lifting his other hand to wipe Steve’s tears away, and he frowned when Steve just sobbed again. Then he smirked a bit teasingly, that cheeky smirk that made Steve’s stomach do somersaults. “Who hurt you?”
“You did, asshole,” Steve gasped through another sob, though it ended with a laugh of his own. “I told you not to be cute—”
“Kind of a tall order for me, Stevie, don’t you think?” Eddie asked teasingly and Steve laughed wetly.
“That’s not the point, you promised,” he pushed, leaning into Eddie’s hand. “I told you not to be a hero.”
“Yeah, but the bats would’ve come into our world. Or worse, they would’ve gotten bored and gone back to Creel’s place, where you were,” Eddie replied, shrugging.
“But at least you would’ve been safe,” Steve insisted, and when Eddie looked at him there was an angry edge to his stare that Steve wasn’t used to seeing on Eddie.
“But you wouldn’t’ve been,” Eddie replied fiercely. “You’re not the only one who’s allowed to do stupid shit to protect the people he loves, Steve.”
With that hanging in the air between them, Steve shut his mouth against any further arguments he had. Eddie’s brain seemed to finally catch up to his words, and the blush that came to his cheeks was intense.
“That was—I meant—Shit,” Eddie muttered and glanced away, but Steve stood so he could loom over him and meet his gaze again.
“Don’t,” Steve murmured, looking over every inch of Eddie’s face as he reached out to gently cradle his jaw. “I want you to know that I really like you, Eddie. I might even be in love with you, I don’t really know yet, but I want to find out.”
Eddie blinked up at him, big brown eyes wide and full of an emotion Steve couldn’t place. “Why, though?” Eddie asked after a few moments, blinking a tear free from his lashes.
“Because you’re kind, and so fucking genuine, even to me when I probably never deserved it,” Steve immediately started, shaking his head hard when Eddie went to speak. “Can it, Munson. I’m talking right now. Anyway, you’re funny even if half your jokes make no sense because they’re about that Dipshits and Dweebs game, and—”
“Don’t forget about my devilishly good looks,” Eddie interrupted a bit sarcastically and Steve groaned.
“And yes, you’re so hot,” he agreed, and it seemed to catch Eddie off guard. Steve scoffed at that and added lightly, “Seriously, Eddie? Are you actually going to act like you don’t know how hot you are? Didn’t take you for someone who fishes for compliments.”
“It’s less me thinking I’m not hot, and more just… you think I’m hot? The hottest guy in Hawkins thinks I’m hot?” Eddie babbled, and he dropped his head back against his pillow. “I’m starting to think this is all fake, that I’m actually in a coma and it’s all some dream.”
Steve just laughed and leaned in close to Eddie’s face. “So, what do you think about all that?”
Eddie smiled, then hesitated a bit. “What about your dad? Uncle Wayne warned me about him,” he said, glancing away from Steve.
“I’ll burn that bridge when I get to it, Eds. I want to know what you think about what I said right now,” Steve replied, squeezing Eddie’s hand until he looked back at him.
Eddie’s eyes searched his face for a few moments before he smiled softly. “I’ve been obsessed with you since before you were rehabilitated, Steve. Sophomore Eddie is losing his mind right now,” he said, and Steve rolled his eyes.
“Okay, but what does Triple Senior Eddie think about that confession?” Steve pressed and Eddie laughed tiredly.
“I think I want to take you to dinner or something when I get out of here,” Eddie said quietly, almost shyly, and Steve grinned broadly, even as tears began to fall again.
Steve leaned down to kiss Eddie, but he turned his face away.
“Stevie, my breath is probably rancid right now. I am not finally kissing Steve Harrington until I brush my damn teeth,” he laughed, and Steve settled for dropping a kiss on Eddie’s cheek, and then his brow, and then the tip of his nose, and he would have kept going if Eddie hadn’t pushed him away with a loud laugh. “Stop being cheesy, you sap.”
Steve grinned down at him, taking in the little smile and the blush high on Eddie’s cheeks.
“Better get used to cheesy, Munson. That’s my default setting,” he warned, and Eddie just grinned wider, his dimples coming out in full force.
“Looking forward to it, big boy,” he murmured, and he smirked as Steve flushed at the pet name.
He remembered that moment vividly in the RV, the way he very nearly pulled Eddie into a kiss about it, and how it took Robin gagging in his ear to snap him out of it. Thinking about the RV, however, brought another memory back to him.
“Oh!” Steve said, jumping up to grab his leather jacket off the coat stand. He rifled through one of the pockets until he pulled out a folded napkin.
“What’s that?” Eddie asked curiously, and Steve shrugged.
“A note from Robin. She wrote it for me before the big battle,” Steve replied.
“And you’re just reading it now?” Eddie asked, glancing around. “Isn’t it April-something?”
“April twelfth, yeah,” Steve chuckled as his eyes welled up with tears again. “I was only supposed to read it if we all survived, so… I was kind of waiting on you,” he teased, trying to keep it light even if his voice was a bit choked up.
“Well? Get on with it, then,” Eddie said, his own eyes glassy with tears as well.
With a huff, Steve carefully unfolded the napkin and blinked down at it until he burst out into actual giggles. Lifting the napkin to his chest, Steve leaned back in his chair while he laughed until tears were streaming down his face.
“Hey, share with the class,” Eddie whined, pouting at Steve while he tried to calm down enough to talk again.
“I’ll explain it later, okay?” Steve managed to get out through his giggles as he laid the napkin down on Eddie’s lap.
It was less a note, and more of a drawing. It was Robin’s artistic rendition of the old YOU RULE/YOU SUCK board, and the YOU SUCK column had so many tallies it was nearly blacked out. Then, under the YOU RULE column, there was one tiny little tally mark.
Eddie frowned at it, then raised an eyebrow at Steve. “You and Buckley are weird,” he said flatly, and Steve had another fit of giggles.
“You have no idea, Eds,” Steve finally said, taking the note back and refolding it carefully so he could take it home and frame it.
❖
Naturally, the moment news broke that Eddie was awake and okay, Steve never had a moment alone with him again. There was always some teenager hanging around and Steve was itching for Eddie to be released from the hospital.
They weren’t quite keeping it a secret, what was going on between them, but they also weren’t advertising it either. There was still a lot they had to talk about, to figure out, and sharing their first kiss in front of any amount of an audience, no matter how supportive, was a no-go for both of them.
Eddie’s injuries were healing nicely, and he was able to move around a bit if he used the various mobility devices the doctors insisted on. With the severity of the injuries on his legs, there was a chance that he would always need a cane, but Eddie seemed in good spirits over it. Steve was still learning how to read Eddie and the moods under the ones he chose to show.
When Steve asked him if he was actually okay with it, Eddie just grinned and said, “you know how easy I can make a cane part of my whole image? It’s gonna be sick, Harrington. Just wait and see.”
Finally, the doctor gave them the good news: Eddie was going to be discharged, and the date was set for Steve’s birthday.
Steve was over the moon, ecstatic even, vibrating with his excitement that Eddie was getting out on his birthday of all days. Like it was fate or something corny and dumb like that. Robin had been just as happy for Steve and went ahead and cancelled their plans for Steve’s birthday. There was a moment of guilt, but Robin admitted that the plans were largely to make sure Steve didn’t spend it wallowing in Eddie’s hospital room if he was still comatose. If Eddie wasn’t being discharged, she fully planned on holding Steve’s birthday festivities in his hospital room.
When the day finally arrived, the grin Steve wore was honestly starting to hurt his face. It was his birthday, the weather was beautiful, and he got to take his boyfriend home from the hospital. The only way for it to have been better was if Max woke up, too, which was becoming more and more likely every day.
Wayne was obviously at the hospital in the morning, but he had to leave before Eddie was set to be discharged, so he insisted that Steve take Eddie home for him. Then Wayne clapped Steve on the shoulder and said, “happy birthday, son.”
Steve blushed under the attention and nodded. “Thanks, Mr. Munson.”
“Enough of that Mister-Munson crap,” Wayne said a bit sharply, huffing as he rolled his eyes. “We’re practically family now the way I figure it, whether or not you and my boy work out. Got it?”
Steve blinked at Wayne, and before he knew it, there were tears welling up in his eyes. He groaned, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes.
“Jesus Christ, I swear I don’t always do this,” Steve insisted.
“Do what, son?” Wayne asked, concern clear in his voice as he squeezed Steve’s shoulder.
“Crying,” Steve replied, wiping his tears. “I don’t cry this much usually.”
“Nothing wrong with that even if you did,” Wayne sighed before pulling Steve into a brief but tight hug.
That was how Steve ended up in his Beemer with Eddie in the passenger seat, smiling softly as the spring sun hit his face properly for the first time since the world almost ended. Steve tried not to be too distracted by the vision Eddie made, sitting there in the sunshine and wearing Steve’s old clothes; an oversized sweater and a pair of sweatpants.
The Munson’s trailer had been almost completely destroyed, and a lot of what wasn’t wrecked was decided to be contaminated and dangerous, especially anything that was soft or fabric. That meant Eddie’s wardrobe was gone. Sharing some of his lesser-worn clothes was the least Steve could do.
It had been truly selfless at the time when he offered, but now that he was seeing it in practice, Steve knew what he was feeling was not the spirit of altruism anymore.
“So, where we headed, Stevie?” Eddie asked, snapping Steve out of his increasingly horny thoughts.
“Oh,” Steve started dumbly, shaking his head a bit. “What did you want to do first?”
“It’s your birthday,” Eddie shot back, tilting his head at Steve.
“And I want to do whatever you want to do. At least right now,” Steve challenged, raising his eyebrows.
Eddie went quiet for a minute while he thought, sucking his teeth. “I want… to take a really long fucking shower,” Eddie finally said, and Steve had to work double-time not to think too much about that.
“I’ll take you to your new apartment then,” Steve said instead with a smile that quickly fell when Eddie frowned, shrinking in his seat. “What’s wrong, Eds?”
Eddie shrugged one shoulder. “I don’t know if I’m ready to go there yet,” he admitted quietly with a sigh.
Steve reached across the center console to hold Eddie’s hand gently. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked carefully, and Eddie shook his head.
“Nah, Stevie, I’ll just suck it up,” he insisted, turning a bright smile at Steve.
“We can go to my place instead,” Steve offered, squeezing Eddie’s hand. “No one else is home, it’ll be quiet, and you can take as long of a shower as you want.”
Eddie frowned thoughtfully before shrugging. “Why not? Probably have the best water pressure in the world, too,” he sighed dreamily, and Steve snorted as he finally started the Beemer and pulled out.
“It’s alright, I guess,” Steve agreed with a shrug.
The shower in the main bath at the Henderson’s house was definitely good, but there were times he missed the shower at his parent’s house. Now that was amazing water pressure.
“Uh, Stevie? Where the hell are we going?” Eddie asked, and when Steve glanced over at him, he was frowning.
“My house?” Steve replied slowly and Eddie glared.
“Okay, I know I was out for a month and lost a lot of blood, but Loch Nora is the other way,” Eddie said grumpily.
Steve grimaced a bit. “Oh, shit, yeah, I guess I never—I don’t live there anymore? I haven’t since last summer,” he said, chewing the inside of his cheek. Out of the corner of his eye, Steve could see Eddie turn to look at him sharply. “I live with Dustin mostly. Claudia gave me her spare room and a key, so I guess that’s home now.”
“Why do you live with Henderson, and how is this the first I'm hearing about it? Henderson literally never shut up about you,” Eddie said and Steve cringed.
“Eds, if I promise to tell you, can we skip this conversation today? Just for today, please?” Steve asked softly, turning to look at Eddie when they stopped for a light. “It’s not really something I want to talk about on my birthday.”
Eddie got that all-too-knowing look in his eye, but he just nodded at Steve and smiled. “Yeah, no problem,” he said, and his smile broadened the moment Steve’s shoulders relaxed. “So, you live with Dustin?”
“Yeah, and it’s exactly the nightmare it sounds like,” Steve laughed.
“I dunno, could be worse,” Eddie chuckled. “You could’ve moved in with the Wheelers.”
“Hey, me and the Wheelers love each other,” Steve insisted, and Eddie snorted.
“So, you’d happily live with Mike?” Eddie asked knowingly.
Steve sniffed. “Yes,” he answered.
“Before or after he disappeared under mysterious circumstances?” Eddie pushed.
“After, obviously,” Steve said imperiously, smirking when Eddie laughed.
Once they arrived at the Henderson’s, Steve shut the car off and immediately got out to help Eddie. Steve kept pace with Eddie as he shuffled up the front walk with his cane. He was still figuring out the mechanics, which was a difficult task given how much he lacked coordination before everything.
But Steve was happy to stay with him, only hurrying ahead once to unlock and open the front door.
Once they were inside, Steve busied himself with collecting a towel and washcloth for Eddie, setting everything up for him in the bathroom.
When Steve turned to call for Eddie, he jumped when he saw Eddie leaning against the door frame. There was something about seeing Eddie standing there, in the closest place Steve had to a home and wearing Steve’s clothes, that had Steve’s heart skipping several beats.
“Hey,” Steve said lamely, flushing at the knowing little grin on Eddie’s face.
“Hey yourself,” Eddie said as he righted himself and shuffled into the bathroom.
There wasn’t a ton of space for two grown men to stand in the small room. When Steve leaned back against the counter to let Eddie past, Eddie leaned further into Steve until their chests were nearly pressed flush together.
“Were you gonna join me?” Eddie asked teasingly, and Steve let out a huff of breath as heat flooded south.
“There’s barely enough room for both of us in there, Eds,” Steve replied, his tone obviously saddened by this. Clearing his throat, Steve gently gripped Eddie’s elbows to support him as he slipped out from between him and the counter. “You take your time and shower up. I’ll be in my room just across the hall, okay?”
Eddie pouted a bit and rolled his eyes. “Really gonna drag this out, Stevie?” he asked grumpily without any actual heat to it.
“Drag what out?” Steve asked innocently, his cheeks warming under the weight of Eddie’s stare.
“Will you please join me, Stevie?” Eddie asked, nodding back toward the shower. “I want you to join me.”
Steve let out a slow breath before rolling his eyes and pulling his polo off over his head. He didn’t miss the way Eddie’s face went slack as his eyes moved slowly down his chest, and he couldn’t stop the smirk that came to his face. Feeling bold, Steve shucked his pants and socks so that he was standing in just his boxers, then leaned into Eddie’s space to start the water.
Eddie let out a small sound and Steve watched him shove the sweatpants down until they fell to the floor around his feet. When he went to lift the sweater over his head, he winced and let out a low hiss. Steve turned to face Eddie fully, meeting his eyes as he grabbed the hem of the sweater.
“May I?” Steve asked, and Eddie let out a shaky breath as he nodded.
Before Steve could do anything, however, Eddie had a hand in Steve’s hair and tipped his mouth up for a kiss. It was sweet, and while it wasn’t completely chaste, it wasn’t yet pushing for deeper or more.
It was tentative and unsure, two feelings Steve never would have associated with Eddie a couple years ago.
When Eddie pulled away, Steve chased his lips and coaxed him back into another, this one deep and searching, and it pulled a soft groan from Eddie’s chest. Steve swallowed the sound and responded in kind, lifting his hands to tangle in Eddie’s hair.
When Steve’s tongue teased at the seam of his lips, Eddie actually pulled back with a quiet, disbelieving laugh.
“Holy shit, how is this even real?” Eddie asked around a giggle, stepping back a bit and hiding his mouth behind some of his hair while he flushed.
Steve remembered vividly the first time Eddie had done that in front of him and how much he had wanted to kiss the other man. Now he could, so he crowded close and pulled Eddie in for a third even hungrier kiss, licking into his mouth when he gasped.
“Whoa, tiger, slow down,” Eddie gasped, even though he chased the kiss when Steve pulled back. His eyes were a bit hazy, his pupils blown and his lips shiny and red. “We’re here to shower, remember?”
“Right, yeah,” Steve said, shaking his head a bit. “How far can you lift your arms?”
“I can lift them fine, it's crossing them to pull my shirt off that still hurts,” Eddie admitted, sounding frustrated and Steve could understand that. His own bat bites had hurt every time he twisted, and he didn’t have any on his chest like Eddie did.
“Okay then, arms up,” Steve said, and Eddie did as he was told.
When Steve lifted the sweater over Eddie’s head, he discovered very quickly that Eddie was quite naked underneath it. Apparently, Eddie had either not noticed the boxers Steve had included with the gifted clothes, or he deliberately ignored them. If Eddie’s smirk was anything to go by, it was the latter.
Eddie was thin from his time in the hospital, but the last couple of weeks since waking up had seen him regain some weight. He was looking healthy, and while the bat bites were still a bit angry looking, they were healing nicely. He was gorgeous and Steve was overwhelmed with the urge to kiss every inch of Eddie’s body. The night was young…
“I’m feeling under-dressed,” Eddie complained, and Steve laughed, rolling his eyes as he shoved his boxers down and kicked them aside.
“Oh, fuck, they weren’t lying,” Eddie breathed before slapping a hand over his mouth.
Baffled, Steve asked, “Who?”
Eddie shook his head and turned his eyes skyward, as if praying. “Forget I said anything,” he practically begged, and Steve laughed.
“No, I won’t, tell me,” Steve insisted, grinning as Eddie blushed and turned toward the shower.
“I’m taking my shower now, join me or don’t,” Eddie said in a rush, and Steve almost tripped over their clothes on the floor as he followed him.
Steve immediately crowded up behind Eddie, putting his hands against the wall and boxing Eddie in. “C’mon, Eds, what were you talking about?” Steve sing-songed, resting his chin on Eddie’s shoulder.
“Ugh, you’re so annoying, you know that?” Eddie laughed, turning around in Steve’s arms. “In school, all the girls you messed around with always talked about how big you are and I figured they were full of shit.”
“I don’t think it’s that big,” Steve said, blushing when Eddie looked down between them. Steve followed his gaze and let out a shivery sigh when he actually looked at Eddie.
If he compared them, Steve had to admit he was thicker. However, Eddie’s was just a bit longer than his and Steve desperately wanted his mouth on it at some point that evening.
It was his birthday, after all.
“It’s a fucking soda can, what are you talking about?” Eddie was saying and Steve barked out a laugh.
“Shut up, it is not,” Steve said, rolling his eyes. “C’mon, let’s get this shower rolling. Get your hair wet.”
Without really discussing it at all, Steve took over washing Eddie’s hair for him, working his own shampoo into his roots and massaging his scalp. Carefully, Steve tipped Eddie’s head back under the spray and rinsed his hair.
The motion exposed the long line of Eddie’s throat and Steve was weak against the temptation of it. With a sigh, Steve leaned in to mouth along Eddie’s pulse, relishing the breathy moan Eddie let out before pulling back and grabbing the conditioner.
Working it into the length of Eddie’s hair, Steve took his sweet time, enjoying the way Eddie relaxed against him with his forehead resting on Steve’s shoulder. Again, Steve gently tipped Eddie’s head back to rinse the conditioner out of his hair.
This time when Steve put his mouth on Eddie’s throat, he sucked a mark into the skin there. Eddie’s full-body shudder and moan instantly became an obsession for Steve.
Pulling away again, Steve smirked slightly at the way Eddie whined as he reached for the washcloth and bar of soap. Lathering up the cloth, Steve started gently washing Eddie’s body, careful over the bites on his chest and stomach.
Turning Eddie to face the spray and rinse off the soap, Steve relished the happy little sighs Eddie let out. Then he dropped the washcloth on the floor of the shower and boxed Eddie against the wall with one of his arms, his chest and hips pressed flush to Eddie’s back.
“What about you, big boy?” Eddie asked, even as he rocked his hips back against Steve and pulled a sigh from both of them.
“Showered this morning,” Steve replied before sealing his mouth on the nape of Eddie’s neck, working the pale skin with his tongue and teeth until Eddie whined. Then he smirked a bit and said, “Gotta get a bit dirty before I need another one.”
“Ugh, that was terrible,” Eddie moaned, a shuddering whine spilling from his lips as Steve wrapped a hand around his cock and started to stroke him slowly.
“You’re just annoyed because it did something for you, didn’t it?” Steve asked, and Eddie’s cock pulsed in his hand.
“Shut up,” Eddie whined, leaning against his forearms on the wall. He shuddered as Steve sped up, his touch becoming more determined, and Steve ground his own cock against Eddie’s ass. “Stevie, a-as much as I’m loving this, my leg…”
Steve let out a shivering sigh, slowing his hand to a stop and rocking his hips back. “Sorry, babe,” he murmured, annoyed at himself for forgetting.
“Don’t apologize for stupid shit while my dick is in your hand, thanks,” Eddie griped and Steve laughed, shaking his head. Once the water was turned off, Eddie turned around and wrapped his arms around Steve’s neck. “Carry me to your bed, Harrington.”
“That was the plan, Munson,” Steve hummed, wrapping an arm around Eddie’s middle and lifting him just enough to walk across the hall to his room, not even bothering to dry either of them off before lowering Eddie to the bed carefully.
Once he had Eddie spread out beneath him, Steve couldn’t wait to bring their lips together again, licking into his mouth hungrily and groaning as Eddie responded enthusiastically. Hands were in Steve’s hair, fingers running through it as they kissed each other’s breath away, and Steve shuddered as one of Eddie’s fingertips followed a scar on his scalp, just above his ear.
“How do you want me, birthday boy?” Eddie gasped when Steve finally pulled away for air.
“God, I wanna suck your dick so bad,” Steve moaned, already kissing his way down Eddie’s body.
“Wait, wait, it’s your birthday, though,” Eddie said, tightening his fingers in Steve’s hair to stop him. The moan that tumbled out of Steve’s mouth surprised them both.
Regaining his composure as quick as he could, Steve restarted his descent down Eddie’s body and said, “Yeah, and for my birthday I want to suck your dick.”
“Wait, Steve—”
“Are you actually wanting to stop this right now, Eddie?” Steve asked genuinely, lifting himself up onto his elbows to look at Eddie properly. “Because we can stop if you want—”
“No! No, I want to! I want to so bad; I’ve imagined you with my cock in your mouth so many times, believe me,” Eddie said in a rush, petting Steve’s face and hair. “I just want—you don’t have to or anything. Especially if you haven’t before—”
“You think this is my first time sucking a dick, Eddie?” Steve asked, trying not to laugh because that was probably a safe assumption to make. But it was a little funny to Steve.
Eddie blinked down at Steve, his nostrils flaring slightly as the words seemed to land in his mind. “It’s not,” he murmured, and it was not a question at all.
“It’s definitely not, Eds,” Steve sighed as he dropped his mouth back to Eddie’s chest so he could resume his downward journey. This time, Eddie did not stop him, and Steve smirked against the skin of his stomach as he shifted his weight so he could wrap a hand loosely around Eddie’s cock.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Eddie groaned, arching under Steve beautifully.
“Please, just call me Steve,” he teased, working his fist around Eddie while he sucked and bit marks into the unmarred skin of Eddie’s stomach and pelvis. He grinned when Eddie scoffed above him.
“I’ll call you a pain in the ass soon if you don’t—oh, fuck,” Eddie gasped as Steve wrapped his lips around the head of his cock. Pressing the flat of his tongue against the slit, Steve lapped up the precum already beading there.
Looking up through his lashes, Steve watched Eddie as he focused his tongue and lips around the head, taking in the way he shuddered and arched with little whining moans. It was a bit overwhelming, having Eddie in his bed after so long of dreaming of it, and tears stung at the corners of his eyes.
With a groan, Steve took his hand away from Eddie’s cock and took it as deep into his mouth and throat as he could manage. Hands immediately tangled in Steve’s hair, pulling it as he began to bob his head in Eddie’s lap.
“Shit, baby, I’m not gonna last,” Eddie confessed around a sob, and when Steve took him deep and moaned around him, he hissed, “So good to me, such a good boy, gonna make me come so hard.”
The praise hit Steve hard, and he let out a desperate, pleading little sound as he began rutting against the bed while he sucked Eddie off. The reaction was not lost on Eddie, who somehow managed to smirk despite being close.
“Like it when I call you a good boy, Stevie?” Eddie gasped, his hips jerking up into Steve’s mouth as he asked, gagging him briefly. Steve groaned and nodded as much as he could, relaxing his throat and taking Eddie into his throat. “Fuck, so good, baby.”
Steve registered the way Eddie’s voice was shaking, and he felt the way his cock pulsed against his tongue, so he pulled back until he just had the tip in his mouth. Bringing his hand back up, Steve wrapped it around Eddie’s cock and stroked it while he sucked and lapped at the head, desperate to taste him.
Eddie’s release spilled over Steve’s tongue before the man could react to the change, his back arching off the bed with a punched-out sob. The hands in Steve’s hair twisted viciously as Steve swallowed every spurt of cum Eddie painted his tongue with, and Steve whined at the delicious pain.
When Eddie collapsed against the bed, Steve didn’t stop sucking and licking, relishing in the way the man under him shook and sobbed.
Finally, when the hands in his hair let go and started to push him away, Steve let up and lifted his mouth away to look up at him. Eddie was laying there, staring hazily up at the ceiling and panting.
“You okay, Eds?” Steve asked knowingly, smirking as he climbed up the bed to lay next to Eddie. His own dick was still painfully hard, but he was willing to wait for his own release. He just wanted Eddie to feel good, and he succeeded.
“The guy just sucked my soul out of my dick, and he asks if I’m okay,” Eddie groaned, rolling onto his side and pressing close for a needy kiss. Before Steve could properly react, Eddie’s hand was around his cock and pumping it determinedly.
“Eddie,” Steve groaned against his mouth, shuddering as the coil in his gut pulled taut. He was already close, just from sucking Eddie off.
“Can’t wait until I can ride this cock until I fucking break,” Eddie babbled, his voice rough and sleepy, but his hand did not slow down at all. “Wanna fucking feel you for days.”
Steve shuddered and arched his back. “Close,” he whined, throwing his head back. Eddie immediately latched onto his exposed throat with his teeth, actually biting him as he worked a mark into his skin.
The teeth on his throat did Steve in.
With a low, heavy groan, Steve came in thick stripes across his own chest and stomach, his back arching as he thrust jerkily into Eddie's fist. The hand didnʼt stop moving until Steve shuddered and hissed, the overstimulation becoming sharp and unpleasant.
Letting go of Steve's cock, Eddie leaned back to look at him properly, taking in the way Steve panted for breath as he recovered, his own cum glistening in his happy trail and chest hair. With a content little sound, Eddie shifted so that he could lap up the mess with his tongue, careful around Steve's own still-healing injuries.
Once Eddie was pleased with his clean-up job, he flopped back on the bed next to Steve with a happy, if exhausted sigh. Steve immediately rolled over so he could kiss Eddie deeply, tasting himself on Eddie’s tongue with a sighing moan.
Eddie pressed a hand against Steve’s chest and with a sigh, Steve pulled back to meet his eyes. “You okay?” he asked, searching Eddie’s face.
“I’m fucking perfect, Stevie,” Eddie laughed before yawning. “Just getting cold. Can we get under the blankets?”
“Yeah, of course, sure,” Steve replied, and he made quick work of getting them under the comforter. Then he looked down at Eddie. “How’s that?”
“Amazing,” Eddie sighed, smiling dreamily up at Steve. “Happy birthday.”
With a laugh, Steve stooped for a sweet kiss. “Happy discharge day,” he countered lightheartedly.
Just then, the front door slammed open.
“Steve? What the hell are you doing home?” came Dustin’s shout, and they could hear his footsteps approaching quickly. “I thought you were taking Eddie… home…”
Steve stared down at Eddie, wide-eyed, before he looked at his open bedroom door just as Dustin stepped into the doorway.
Silence filled the space as Eddie and Steve stared at Dustin, whose mouth hung open mid-bitch. His brain was obviously working double-time trying to understand what he was seeing.
“You think he’s okay?” Steve asked Eddie quietly.
“I dunno, he kinda looks like he’s in pain,” Eddie responded solemnly just as Dustin snapped out of his stupor.
“What the shit?”
Chapter Twelve: Bonus Track
Something that hardly anyone gave Will Byers credit for anymore was his intuition unless it was directly related to the Upside Down.
The only exceptions were his mom, Jonathan, and usually Mike.
However, this was one of those times that Mike was ignoring him, too.
They were all hanging out in his basement and desperate for something to do. Ms. Mayfield had wanted some privacy and quiet, so she had asked them all to spend the day elsewhere, so they were a bit bored and anxious.
Dustin was on a tear about Steve not having anything done for his birthday again, and how he was pretty sure Steve never had a birthday celebration ever.
“And now, what? He’s just going to give Eddie a ride home from the hospital? That’s it?” Dustin asked the party, gesticulating dramatically while he paced. “He cancelled his plans with Robin and everything!”
Lucas and Mike were coming around to Dustin’s ranting. El was already sold the moment Dustin brought it up and was standing with him, nodding emphatically. She was working on understanding milestones like birthdays and anniversaries, so naturally when it was brought up that someone had a birthday that was consistently overlooked…
Will was pretty sure the only reason Mike was even coming around to the plan to throw a surprise birthday party for Steve Harrington was solely thanks to El wanting it to happen. He wouldn’t think about that too closely, or about how annoying it was.
“Will, you’re being quiet, what do you think?” Mike suddenly asked him, and Will startled out of his thoughts.
Glancing around, he shrugged. “I mean, Mrs. Henderson said—”
“Yeah, yeah, my mom said to leave Steve alone today and she wouldn’t say why, but she was smiling so that just means it’s not serious or anything,” Dustin interrupted and the others nodded.
“I just think that maybe she has a point and knows something you don’t,” Will said, his tone deliberate and pointed. “That, maybe, he does have birthday plans, they just don’t include you.”
“Why wouldn’t they include me?” Dustin retorted, his tone vaguely hurt before he laughed it off. “What, like he has plans with Eddie? Believe me, Steve couldn’t stand Eddie before all the Vecna stuff.”
“Yeah, Steve wouldn’t even get out of his car when he’d pick us up from Hellfire if Eddie was outside with us,” Mike said, and he shrugged a bit. “I think Steve’s just giving Eddie a ride home because Mr. Munson had to work.”
Will looked around at all of them, absolutely amazed that none of them could see what was plainly in front of them.
Maybe Will missed most of a school year of context, but Will knew what he saw at that hospital room when the party would visit Eddie’s room.
Before Eddie woke up, Steve would be there with dark circles under his eyes because he obviously wasn’t sleeping. Sometimes he would be talking quietly with Mr. Munson while he sewed patches onto a denim vest. Other times, if Steve was alone when they arrived, he would glance up at them from a book he had been haltingly reading aloud before he quickly put it away in his backpack.
Once, Will managed to see the book before Steve hid it, and was surprised to see that it was ‘The Fellowship of the Ring.’ Steve was sitting in there reading a nerd book to Eddie.
On a more rare occasion, Steve would pinch the bridge of his nose as soon as they piled in like he had a headache building at the mere sight of them. He would claim he had to use the bathroom and slip out of the room for a bit. Was Will really the only one to notice that Steve was always crying when he did that?
Then when Eddie woke up, it was like a light inside Steve was turned back on. The way Steve had been so hollow before Eddie’s eyes opened may not have been immediately obvious to everyone, but after? How did they not see it?
How did they not see the way Steve and Eddie smiled at each other’s jokes? Or the secretive smirks they would shoot at each other? Or the way Steve would always volunteer to sit on the edge of Eddie’s bed to give Dustin one of the chairs and the way Eddie would lightly rub Steve’s back where he thought no one could see, as if they weren’t in a tiny hospital room full of people?
Were all his friends actually kind of dumb, or did Will only see what was going on because he was gay? They all knew about him, so it’s not like they didn’t know it was possible…
Will could have said all that, but maybe if they didn’t see it without being told, they didn’t deserve to. A petty part of Will wanted them to experience the consequences of letting their assumptions overrule the actual data provided to them. The only person he was going to try to win to his side over the course of the day and enacting Dustin’s plan was El.
Maybe. If he won El over, she would convince Mike to stop and that would sway Lucas, too.
He was really annoyed with them.
Will shrugged. “I just think Mrs. Henderson has a point and we should leave Steve alone,” he repeated, giving them all one more chance to back down before he let them seal their fate.
All of them, except El, rolled their eyes with a groan before they all started discussing the details of the plan. El narrowed her eyes thoughtfully before turning to join the others.
“For a bunch of nerds, they’re pretty dumb.”
Will jumped, and looked over his shoulder at Erica, who he had forgotten was hanging out with them now. Everyone else was passionately arguing about where they were going to scrounge up the money for a cake, so they didn’t hear her comment.
Will just snorted.
“Yeah, they are,” Will agreed with a sigh.
“This plan is gonna end with someone getting an eyeful of something children shouldn’t be seeing, and it better not be me,” Erica added flatly and Will snorted again, even if his ears turned a bit pink.
“You’re still gonna go along with it though?” Will pushed.
Erica smirked up at him. “Of course I am. I never pass up a chance to see my brother be embarrassingly wrong about something,” she said smugly and Will grinned at her.
❖
“Oh, what the hell, how is Steve already home?”
They stopped their bikes at the end of the cul-de-sac and stared at Steve’s Beemer in the carport.
Will and Erica looked at each other with raised eyebrows and dissolved into quiet giggles. This was actually too good.
See, after an afternoon of the others running around and begging for spare change and acquiring the various items needed for a surprise party, Will and Erica had followed and discussed the ways the plan could go awry.
They decided on two possibilities: either they set up the surprise party and Steve stayed at Eddie’s that night, or Steve brought Eddie home.
Looked like the latter was what they were getting.
“What’s so funny, Will?” Mike asked, frowning at them both.
Will schooled his expression and shrugged. “Just rehearsing how I’m going to say I told you so,” he replied before turning his attention toward Dustin, who was truly beside himself that Steve had the audacity to be home in a spectacular way.
It would be amazing if Steve didnʼt hear his yelling from the street.
Finally, an inkling of doubt entered Mikeʼs expression as his faith in Willʼs intuition returned. “Maybe we should just go back to my place then,” Mike said, and Dustin whipped his head around.
“Are you shitting me, Mike?” he asked and didnʼt wait for an answer. “After we did all this running around for him? No! I’m gonna go in there and distract him, and the rest of you are going to set this crap up in the kitchen.”
Erica snorted. “As long as it’s him going in there and not me…” she murmured low enough so only Will could hear, and he giggled again.
“Okay, let’s keep going. No turning back now,” Dustin says and pushes his bike back into motion.
Dustin was not at all subtle about going through the front door, so Will hoped that at the very least Steve and Eddie wouldnʼt be in an extremely compromising position.
“Steve? What the hell are you doing home?”
Will made sure he was inside the house and watching as Dustin stomped down the hallway, only glancing away to share another smirk with Erica about it.
“I thought you were taking Eddie… home…”
The sight of Dustin standing in an open doorway in the hall and gawking, truly speechless, was easily at the top of Will’s list of favourite moments. The way the other boy turned a very deep shade of red was also very funny.
He could only imagine what Dustin stormed in on, and once again Will’s ears heated up at the thought.
“What the shit?” Dustin managed to exclaim after a few moments. Then he slapped his hands over his eyes and shrieked, “why isn’t your door closed?”
“Would that’ve even mattered?” They heard Steve shout back, and immediately Lucas and Mike turned around to leave, but Will and Erica deliberately blocked the path out the front door. El glanced at Will with wide eyes and let out a nervous, giddy giggle as everything very quickly made sense to her. “What’re you even doing here? Your mom told you to stay at Wheeler’s.”
“Wait a minute! That’s not what you told us your mom said, Dustin!” Mike shouted, his face a truly magnificent shade of red as he whipped around to glare at Dustin.
There was a long silence after Mike’s outburst.
“Henderson, please tell me you did not bring all of the shitheads here,” they heard Steve groan, and then, “Eds, stop laughing, I’m trying to be stern here—”
Finally, Dustin let out a flustered noise and reached into the bedroom blindly to slam the door shut.
Red-faced and fuming, Dustin stormed down the hall toward them.
Will glanced at Erica before he started to say, “I told you—”
“Don’t wanna hear it, Byers,” Dustin huffed as he brushed past, but there was no heat to it.
Will and Erica burst into giggles as Lucas and Mike followed Dustin. El hung back with them as well, but went to the kitchen to put the small cake she was carrying on the kitchen table.
With a huff, Will walked carefully down the hallway to knock gently on Steveʼs door. The low murmuring that was happening inside the room stopped immediately and Will felt a bit guilty.
“You learn how to knock, Henderson?” came Eddie’s voice and Will laughed.
“No, it’s Will. I just wanted to say sorry, just in case Dustin doesn’t later,” he said sheepishly, and he cringed when the room stayed quiet. Will could hear some movement, but no one was speaking. “He just thought you were gonna be alone for your birthday and wanted to throw a surprise party for you. For what it’s worth, Erica and I tried to stop him.”
Suddenly the bedroom door opened slightly, and Steve stood there in a pair of sweatpants and a thin tank top, his hair a tangled, sweaty mess and several little hickeys on his throat. Will was reminded all over again just why Steve Harrington was the first crush he realized was a crush and he felt his ears heat up.
“Where’s the little asshole?” Steve asked flatly, but the fondness lining his face was unmistakable.
“He’s out front already,” Will replied quickly, biting his lip as Steve looked toward the front door thoughtfully.
Sighing, Steve turned back at Will. “Between you and me, I’ve already forgiven him,” he said conspiratorially, and Will grinned up at him. Steve’s own lips split into a grin as he added, “he doesn’t have to know that yet, though.”
“Sounds good,” Will said as he stepped backward. Stopping, he added, “happy birthday, Steve. El left a cake for you on the table.”
Steve’s grin settled into a much softer, fonder smile, and he nodded. “Thanks, Will. Sorry we missed yours,” he said, and Will blinked at him a bit dumbly.
Did Steve Harrington actually know when his birthday was? Was he aware of all of their birthdays? Did the others know that he knew their birthdays?
“Don’t be, you guys were obviously busy, and I was across the country,” Will waved him off with a nervous little laugh.
“Will, c’mon!”
At Mike’s shout, Will startled and blushed before nodding at Steve one last time.
Hurrying out of the house, Will shut the front door and got his bike off the lawn to join the others on the road.
“Does Steve actually know all our birthdays?” Will asked Mike as they walked their bikes down the road for a while. Dustin was shockingly silent at the head of the group.
“Yeah, he’s kind of annoying about it,” Mike grumbled, and Lucas laughed.
“Mike’s just annoyed ‘cos Steve actually gets us good gifts,” he teased, and Mike made a face at him.
“Why is that annoying?” El asked, and Will bumped her shoulder fondly. He loved when she put Mike on the spot for the dumb stuff he did.
“Because then Mike has to thank Steve,” Lucas explained, even though that just seemed to confuse El even more. “Mike doesn’t like Steve—”
“Why not?” El asked, and this time her question was directed at Mike and her voice had an edge of anger in it. She had an affinity for Steve that Will never understood, but it was always funny when it reared itʼs head on anyone who said something bad about Steve.
“It’s not that I don’t like him!” Mike insisted and Dustin finally joined the argument.
“That’s such bullshit, Mike! You obviously hate him,” he said, defensive of Steve.
“Oh really, Dustin? Are you really the best judge of who does or doesn’t hate Steve right now?” Mike snapped, and Dustin sniffed and looked away, his face red again.
“Oh, so are you saying you want to be making out with Steve now, too?” Dustin muttered just loud enough for their party to hear.
“Shut the fuck up, Dustin,” Mike grumbled as everyone laughed.
But Will saw the way Mike blushed and looked away, his hands flexing around the handlebars of his bike. Something dangerously close to hope bubbled up in Will’s chest and normally he would squash it ruthlessly.
For now, he’d let it stay, though.
Chapter Thirteen: Encore - December 1986
Steve fiddled with the handle of his backpack as he waited for Eddie’s van to show up on the cul-de-sac. He didn’t know why he was so nervous; it was just Eddie, and he was just spending a couple nights at his and Wayne’s apartment as an early celebration of Eddie’s birthday.
They both learned their lesson that they couldn’t trust having their birthdays to themselves if they tried, so Eddie planned ahead and was going to have an actual birthday party.
Wayne was out of town for a few days at a family holiday reunion that Eddie was outright not invited to, which meant they had the apartment to themselves.
When Steve asked why Wayne would still go to something Eddie was barred from, Eddie just laughed and said, “don’t worry, Stevie, he always comes home at least a day early because he was uninvited. We have a bet on how long it’ll take for him to finally end up on the banished list with me.”
And that was how they had the apartment to themselves for at least three days, but possibly five if Wayne didn’t pull out all the stops. This would be the first time in a long time that they had proper privacy, time to just be with each other and not even just for sex.
The past several months had been a whirlwind that kept both of them extremely busy.
Max woke up a couple weeks after Steve’s birthday, her vision greatly impaired and healing limbs she had to relearn how to use. Special glasses allowed her to see decently well, and her doctors were optimistic that she would be able to walk again if she stuck to her physical therapy. The doctors even tried to reassure her that she might not even need mobility aids if she worked hard enough.
Eddie was quick to reassure her that having a cane had a lot of benefits (like brandishing it at annoying people like rude doctors) and there was nothing wrong with needing something like that. The duo caught on like a wildfire once Eddie started scheduling his physical therapy to match with hers, and when he could drive again, Eddie started giving her rides to and from therapy.
Therapy days were rough for both of them, but Eddie seemed to have a harder time of it. Max already wasn’t a very tactile person unless she warmed up to you, and even then, you had to reach a certain level of friendship for her to so much as pat your back. So, when she would come out of physical therapy shying away from even the accidental brush of arms as someone passed, it wasn’t that strange.
For Eddie, though, it was alien. After physical therapy, he would have anywhere between a few hours to several days of avoiding touch of any sort. Eddie explained once after snapping at Steve over a playful swat that his body was in so much pain and sensitive from having hands touching him that he didn’t want touching him, and it felt like he was full of broken glass. That it felt like even the slightest touch would tear his skin open all over again, and it took everything in him to just wear his clothes and sit in a chair.
During the first few months after his discharge from the hospital, Eddie spent most of that time in a state of touch aversion so intense, his mood dropped to a very dark place. Eddie thrived off of showing affection physically, and not being able to do that on top of the nightmares and panic attacks he had sent him spiraling.
Steve called a stop to how often Eddie was going to physical therapy when he tried to gently wake Eddie up from a nightmare and he had screamed as if Steve was skinning him.
Aside from the months of barely even being able to hold his boyfriend’s hand, Eddie was also generally busy with school.
Eddie was able to graduate high school after receiving a special exemption to take the semester he missed over the summer. It turned out that outside of a standard classroom, Eddie was actually a decent student and he aced most of his classes with ease. The only struggle was math, but he managed it.
After everything settled following his birthday and Robin’s graduation, Steve took a full-time job at Melvald’s. It paid more than Family Video and was generally more enjoyable in most ways. It mostly gave him a steady weekly schedule which meant he was home for dinner every day and had set days off.
It worked out well for the time being, especially with being able to see Eddie and plan movie nights with him.
The biggest thing that happened, however, was Steve getting away from his parents for good. They had summoned him for a meeting at their house in Loch Nora just before Thanksgiving.
Steve had almost gone alone, still having that knee-jerk reaction to handle his dad on his own, but Eddie shut that down immediately. It went about as well as Steve expected, which was more accurately described as a dumpster fire.
There was yelling, slurs, an actual fight… but it was done. By the end of all of it, Steve made it clear that his parents were to stay out of his business and out of his life for good. He didn’t want to hear from them ever again, and he would never reach back out to them. That was when Katherine told Steve they were selling the house in Loch Nora and wouldn’t be returning to Hawkins. She said it in such a desperate voice, as if Steve would change his mind, that he actually laughed at her for it.
Steve told them to have the life they deserved as he left with Eddie and that was it.
He was free of his parents, completely and utterly. Steve could breathe easily everywhere now because there wasn’t the constant underlying fear that he would run into his dad in the middle of a grocery store, or on the street.
He had his whole future ahead of him with nothing in Steve’s way.
Outside, Eddie’s van appeared on the street and Steve was already outside the front door and across the lawn before Eddie finished pulling around the cul-de-sac.
“You in a hurry, gorgeous?” Eddie asked as Steve climbed into the passenger seat. “What if I wanted to say hi to Claudia?”
“You can say hi to Claudia in a few days,” Steve said simply, holding his bag on his lap. “This is our time.”
“Yes, it is,” Eddie agreed, grinning with his dimples in full force.
As they drove, Steve frowned at what was playing. “Why are you listening to Bon Jovi?” he asked, raising a baffled eyebrow at Eddie. “Where did you even get this? Did you steal mine?”
“I put it on for you, Stevie. To protect your sensibilities and such,” Eddie stated, his tone a bit teasing but there was a tenseness around his mouth as his thumbs fidgeted against the steering wheel.
“Eds, you don’t have to listen to my music in your van,” Steve huffed and opened the glove box for the box of tapes he knew was in there. Rifling through it, he grabbed one with a small sound of triumph and started to switch the tapes.
“What the hell did you just pick?” Eddie asked, but his question was quickly answered when the music started again, and his mouth shut with a click. “This is Dio.”
“Yeup,” Steve replied, drumming along with the song with his thumbs on his backpack.
“Since when do you listen to Dio, Steve?”
Steve laughed at that a bit sheepishly. “Since, I think… August of last year?” he replied with a shrug. “After I recovered from the Starcourt bullshit, I went to Indy for the first time and the guy that took me home was—”
“Steve, please, I could live with not being the first man to pop your cherry—”
“—Eddie, we’ve talked about you saying that—”
“—But now you’re telling me I don’t even get to take your metal virginity?” Eddie moaned dramatically.
“Sorry, babe,” Steve said with a little cringe, actually giggling when Eddie wailed.
“I can’t believe this,” Eddie whined, pouting over at Steve as they pulled into a parking space near his apartment. “You were driving all the way to Indy just to fuck metalheads when I was right here.”
“I didn’t go there deliberately to fuck metalheads. That just happened to be the only people I ended up fucking,” Steve replied with a laugh when Eddie glared at him.
“How the hell does that not mean the same damn thing?” he asked grumpily as he got out of the van.
Steve waited until they were safely inside the apartment before sidled up to Eddie, wrapping his arms around his waist as he said, “I went to Indy to try things out. The metalheads always picked me up.”
“And what, you hung around while they played you some music after?” Eddie asked, determined to keep the pout up, even as he reached up to hold Steve’s face gently. A laugh was pulled out of Steve at the question.
“No, uh, this one guy, I went home with him like three times,” Steve started, blushing at the memory. “He couldn’t get off unless we were listening to—”
“Stevie, you’re breaking my heart. You’re telling me some loser in Indianapolis has lived my dream of being fucked by Steve Harrington while listening to Dio?” Eddie sobbed, the smirk tugging at the corners of his lips ruining the effect.
Steve’s blush deepened a bit as he shook his head. “No, actually, he was doing the fucking, and it was Iron Maiden, so I mean…” he trailed off, bopping his head with his eyebrows raised high. “That dream of yours is possible, encouraged, and it would still be a first time for me.”
Eddie scowled down at Steve. “I will ignore for the moment that some loser popped your Iron Maiden cherry too—”
“—Eds, please stop using that phrase—”
“—Because I need you to be naked in my room yesterday,” Eddie finished, stepping out of Steve’s arms to drag him down the hall.
Steve stopped before they entered the bedroom, chewing the inside of his lip nervously.
“Wait, before we do any of that, I wanted to give you something. For your birthday,” Steve said, and the unimpressed glare Eddie leveled on him was enough to make Steve laugh.
“We agreed no presents, Harrington,” Eddie huffed. “I didn’t get you a present for your birthday, so you don’t get me one for mine.”
“Except I did get a present for mine,” Steve retorted. “I got you, didn’t I?”
Eddie groaned, falling back against the door frame. “I’ve told you to cool it with that corny shit when I’m already this hard, Stevie,” Eddie sighed before trying to drag Steve into a hungry kiss.
“Stop trying to distract me,” Steve laughed, his voice muffled by Eddie’s mouth before he pulled back. “Seriously, just… if you don’t want it to be a gift, fine, then it’s not a gift. Just pretend I’m not giving it to you right before your birthday and that I gave it to you back in July when I actually finished it.”
“Stevie, did you make something for me?” Eddie asked, his eyes bright and excited now. At Steve’s baffled expression, Eddie said, “gifts people make are different. Give it. Now.”
Eddie stood there, leaning against the door frame of his bedroom with his hands grabbing air between them until Steve rolled his eyes fondly.
Opening his backpack, he pulled out a lumpy package. It was wrapped in Christmas paper because it was the only kind Claudia had at the time, and apparently finding birthday wrapping paper right before Christmas was impossible. Steve made up for it by drawing party hats on the reindeer.
With a ridiculous little cackle, Eddie snatched the present out of Steve’s hands and hurried into his room, limping a bit. He flopped back onto the bed and turned the present over in his hands excitedly. Eddie’s expression morphed into something painfully fond as he looked at the wrapping paper and instead of tearing into the present, Eddie carefully lifted the taped edges to preserve the paper.
Steve shuffled his feet when Eddie uncovered enough denim to know it was clothing but then when he pulled the paper away and saw one of the patches he went very still. The room was utterly silent as Eddie slowly unfolded the battle vest and ran his hand over it.
“I tried to clean the old one, but it was ruined. Claudia and I cleaned the patches, and she taught me how to sew them back on,” Steve babbled when Eddie didn’t say anything. “I tried to make it as close to the original as I could, so I didn’t add anything.”
Eddie was still staring at the battle vest, his hair hanging in such a way that Steve couldn’t see his face at all. There was no way for Steve to guess what this reaction was, to know if his boyfriend was happy, or sad, or angry. Nothing.
“Eds, if I crossed a line, please just tell me, okay?” Steve asked, clenching his hands into fists at his sides.
At that, Eddie shook his head and wiped his eyes roughly before putting the battle vest on the bed next to him so he could get to his feet. Stepping into Steve’s space, Eddie pulled him into a kiss with a needy little sound at the back of his throat. Steve’s hands immediately found Eddie’s waist and pulled him into a tight embrace, their mouths moving against each other slow and sweet.
When Steve pulled away, he met Eddie’s eyes and wiped away the tears from his cheeks.
“Who hurt you, sweetheart?” Steve asked teasingly, smirking when Eddie scoffed and rolled his eyes.
“Shut up, I’m trying to get my shit under control so I can make a dumb joke and we can start touching each other’s dicks,” Eddie grumbled, smiling through his tears when Steve laughed.
“Okay, Eds, go ahead,” Steve hummed, stroking Eddie’s cheek with his thumb.
Eddie took a deep breath, and said, “I’ve told you to cool it with that—”
“You’ve already made that joke tonight, sweetheart,” Steve interrupted cheekily, and Eddie made a frustrated noise.
“Fuck! Let’s just skip the joke then, get to the touching dicks part,” Eddie said in a rush, pulling at Steve’s clothes.
They made quick work of getting their clothes off, even if they kept touching each other and stealing kisses. When they were finally on the bed, naked bodies pressed close as they devoured each other’s mouths, Steve felt his heart stutter in his chest at each breathy whine and sigh Eddie let out.
“Steve,” Eddie moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as their cocks slotted against each other. Shuddering at the sensation himself, Steve deliberately rocked into it, dragging another delicious noise out of Eddie.
It wasn’t long until Eddie was impatiently slapping a hand out to the bedside table to grab the lube and a condom. Handing both to Steve, Eddie left his preparation up to him, stretching out under his gaze with a contented smile. Something in that gaze had Steve feeling gooey and warm, and the feeling it woke up in Steve was overwhelming.
Steve knew, without a doubt, the man spread out below him on the bed was the love of his life. Eddie was it for Steve; no one would ever come close to making Steve feel like this.
Beneath him, Eddie writhed as Steve’s fingers opened him up, his brow furrowed before Steve sought out his prostate with practiced efficiency.
“Fuck me, now,” Eddie demanded breathlessly as he flopped against the bed when Steve relented. “If I don’t have you fucking me into this mattress so hard I cry in, like, three seconds, I will literally actually die.”
“Three seconds isn’t enough time to get the condom on, sweetheart,” Steve teased, and Eddie snatched the condom packet out of his hand and threw it somewhere in the room.
“Fuck it, get your cock in me,” he said, squirting some lube on hand and stroking Steve’s cock just enough to make it slick. The attention on his cock pulled a punched-out groan from him, and Steve fucked Eddie’s fist for a few moments. Then Eddie’s hand disappeared, and he repeated, “fuck me.”
“How do you want this, sweetheart?” Steve asked, withdrawing his fingers gently.
“Just like this, wanna kiss you,” Eddie replied breathlessly, wrapping his better leg around Steve’s hip and pulling him closer. “Wanna see your face.”
“And you call me corny,” Steve sighed, more than happy to oblige. Steve couldn’t deny Eddie anything.
Taking his time, Steve lined up with Eddie’s hole and pushed, his own eyes rolling back as Eddie arched off the bed under him. Steve dropped onto his elbows so he could press kisses up the pale column of Eddie’s throat, sucking and biting little marks into his skin until he finally bottomed out.
“Oh, fuck,” Eddie sobbed, and Steve swallowed any other noises in a hungry kiss as he started to move.
Each shift of Steve’s hips had Eddie sighing and groaning against Steve’s lips, his hands spread across Steve’s shoulder blades and holding him close.
“Y’fuck me so good, baby,” Eddie whined, throwing his head back when Steve changed the angle of his next thrust just so. “Y’fucking ruined me.”
“Ruined me first,” Steve groaned, his voice thick with his need and his love for Eddie, tears springing to the corners of his eyes.
“Nuh-uh,” Eddie argued petulantly, letting out a choked-off noise when Steve got a hand between them to properly touch his cock for the first time that evening.
Shuddering, Eddie raked his nails down Steve’s back, earning a nearly vicious thrust against him. Eyes rolling back, Eddie clenched around the cock inside him and sobbed.
“Just like that, baby,” Eddie demanded, and Steve groaned and braced his knees underneath him to thrust harder and faster into his boyfriend. The angle was perfect too, every slide inward punching a sound so obscene out of Eddie, Steve was afraid he’d come just from that alone.
Steve knew Eddie was close from the gasping edge of his sounds that grew louder and more urgent as Eddie writhed with an almost panicked look on his face. Groaning low and heavy, Steve dropped a chaste kiss to Eddie’s cheek and that was the last straw.
With a sharp cry, Eddie was spilling between them in thick spurts, painting his own stomach and chest.
The clenching heat around Steve dragged him over the edge shortly after, his moan swallowed by Eddie’s demanding, hungry mouth. Steve kept moving inside Eddie as his cock slowly softened, even as the sensation became unpleasant for him. He only stopped moving and gently pulled out when Eddie lightly slapped his back several times.
When Steve flopped onto his back next to him, Eddie cursed under his breath.
“What?” Steve asked with a grin.
“Never want you to stop,” Eddie replied a bit sadly, rolling over to snuggle up to Steve. The cum painted across his stomach smeared against Steve’s side but he didn’t mind at all. “My ass feels all lonely when you pull out.”
A startled laugh tumbled out of Steve’s mouth, and he shook his head. “You’re so weird,” Steve sighed, rubbing Eddie’s back soothingly.
“That’s why you like to keep me around,” Eddie sniffed, kissing Steve’s chest where his head was resting.
“I keep you around because I love you,” Steve hummed sleepily, his post-orgasm brain too slow to stop him from blurting that out.
Eddie pushed himself up on his elbow to stare down at Steve, his mouth hanging open slightly. Finally catching up, Steve tried to figure out a way to backtrack without lying somehow.
“I love you, too,” Eddie said quickly as if he could read Steve’s anxious thoughts, his brown eyes wide and full of happy tears all over again. Steve grinned up at him, wiping the tears that started to fall.
“Love you so much,” Steve said, lifting his head off the pillow to kiss Eddie sweetly.
Eddie sighed into the kiss, smiling lazily and happily as Steve rubbed his back again.
Then Steve remembered something.
“Eds, you forgot the music,” he pointed out cheekily, and Eddie froze for the briefest moments.
“Fuck.”
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My Roommates Ex - Chapter 2
Okay here we go, on to chapter 2 of MRE. I'm going to finish editing chapter 3 and try to post tonight, along with 1st chapter of Mermaids Tale.
Pairings: Heeseung and you.
Warnings: Use of intimidating, use of force, heartbreak, and breakups. Not a whole lot in here, this chapter doesn't have any smut but is still a good read. Lots of angst and fluff. Mending of the heart, and touching moments in this one.
Summary:
The blissful drive became ingrained in your memory as both parked and continued to admire the view of the wide-open field. You both spent hours talking and laughing as you watched the cows and horses grazing, carrying out funny noises as they moved around or plopped themselves on the ground, struggling to get back up.
You didn’t want to ruin the moment, but you had to ask in order to figure out how to go about the situation concerning Vicky. You looked over at Heeseung, who was facing straight ahead looking rather pensive, his fingers massaging your hand.
“You don’t have to say it…but just know I’m only asking because I’m struggling to find a way to tell her. Can you tell me what happened between you and Vicky?” Your voice shook in mentioning her name.
Remembering the last look he gave to her the night of the party, you didn’t want to stir that type of anger within him, thus bringing that same expression to meet your face when it was just you and him
inside his car.
But he didn’t give it to you.
He remained totally unchanged and calm, still facing forward looking at the view through the windshield, his fingers kept stroking the ins and outs of your baby skin hands, he lets out a streamed exhale through his nose.
“Vicky made her choice…a long time ago in fact. I just…didn’t want to deal with it anymore…not after seeing you for the first time.” His voice was almost delicate, he spoke with emotions of anger, sadness, and happiness.
“So you don’t think…she won’t mind if I told her?” You responded.
Faintly turning his face, he looked at you, still massaging your hand.
You looked down at it and watched, feeling too embarrassed to face him straight on.
“It wouldn’t matter if she did.” He replied. You felt compelled to explain; you carried the weight of the conversation.
“I know…it’s just…if I am going to tell her, I just need to prepare myself in case I am the cause of….you know…if I ruin our friendship.”
As badly as you wanted to keep Heeseung, acknowledging the fact that you would be giving up your relations with Vicky and the girls, whom had been the most stable friends
you’ve had.
Heeseung raised his eyebrow at you in a perplex countenance. He leans in, the hand that massaged yours suddenly stops and grips you tightly as he brings your hand in towards his lap. He pulls you by that
hand to bring you closer and meet him half way in front of his face.
“You’re not the “cause” of anything. You’re a reason. In fact, you’re THE reason.” You lifted your face to look at him, feeling overwhelmed by his words of flattery, you asked him as you gave a soft chuckle.
“Reason for what?” Your mouth wasn’t the only feature on your face smiling, he could see one in your
eyes, along with the joy and innocence of being unaware on how much you truly meant to him.
“…A lot…”
He stared at you intently. His gaze was expelling all levels of compassion and love, his eyes moved around your delicate face when he gave his answer. He continued to add on to it.
“ You’re the reason why people reach for the stars. The one thing that makes a person get up even after a hard fall…the reason why we all keep walking and don’t stop moving.”
He spoke in the most loving manner as he commits to his usual habit of gently moving the hair out of your face so he could appreciate the full spectrum of your reaction.
As ever, Heeseung’s ability to take notice in the slightest bit of sadness or discomfort was beyond reproach, but his ability to ease you in was even better.
“Listen…you don’t need to worry about anything. We don’t have to be in a rush to tell her, we can take our time and whenever you’re ready, I’ll be ready too. We can…keep this between us. If that’s what you
want.”
The level of appreciation you felt as he displayed his understanding of this situation nearly brought you to tears. You slight nodded but before you could thank him in return, he added on;
“Although I’m not going to lie…I hate the idea of sneaking around just to get to you.” He chuckled as he made it aware that the affection he had for you was something he couldn’t wait to display in public. The
thought of showing everyone that you belonged to him tickled his heart. Though he never would rush into it at the risk of making you uncomfortable.
“Thank you…and I think I would like to tell her…in a little while. I just want a few days to figure out how to do it.” He nodded in agreement, his finger tracing your jawline as you spoke and shyly looked down.
The both of you spent the entire peak of the early to mid-morning enjoying each other’s company, never even blinking an eye upon realizing how fast the time flew by. You both just stayed with one another and embrace the feeling of not having a care in the world.
You asked Heeseung to drop you off towards the back parking lot. You both coordinated a time to meet up at the same spot later in the afternoon once you both were able to get some rest and take care of homework assignments.
The lot was nearly empty, being it was Saturday, you suspect that many of your peers may have succumbed to a brutal hangover and are probably still dealing with the repercussions of a pounding headache. Heeseung walked with you to the back side-entrance of the building.
Before you could reach for the knob, he turned you around to face him as he gently pressed you up against the wall. One arm was hovered over your head, resting up against the flat surface while the
other was placed on his hip, entrapping you for just a moment as he wasn’t going to let you go without a kiss.
The kiss seemed like it lasted for hours as he kept bringing you in to him. The hand on his hip moves up and cradles the back of your neck, pulling you in. Of all the times you had seen him with Vicky, you never once saw Heeseung with this level of infatuation or affection, the man could not keep his hands off you and you loved it.
Eventually you had to be the voice of reason, and put the riskiness of possibly being seen outside the entrance to an end. You reassured him that you would see him later, and with that he opens the door
for you and lets you in, closing it ever so gently as you make your way up the stairs.
Entering the dorm, you were shocked to find Vicky still hadn’t arrived. The room was just as you left it earlier with Heeseung. After a long shower, you laid in bed preparing for a nap. Beginning to feel the
effects of being awake since 4am, your eyes felt too tired to stay open any longer. You set your alarm and drift off.
You wake up a few hours later, feeling more refreshed. Noticing there was still no sign of Vicky, you figured she may have decided to remain out for the entire weekend. You get dressed and started working on your homework, getting prepared to see Heeseung
after a short while.
Opting to keep it comfy casual, you dress yourself in leggings, a tank top, and a pullover hoodie over. Just as you were picking up your phone, about to text and see if he was awake, you hear the door slowly creeping open and watched Vicky enter the room.
Surprised to see you, she gently shuts the door and continues to stand and look at you. You’re not entirely sure why you both were speechless; however, you broke the ice as you greet her and apologize for not answering any of her calls or responding to her texts.
“I was so worried about you.” She disdainfully tells you while looking at you with a slight furrow between her brows. To which you nodded in guilt and admitted that you should have called.
“I’m sorry Vicky…I ended up having a rough night after I got back to the dorm.” You left your sentence short and vague, not wanting to breach the subject of Samuel.
It wasn’t because you were feeling hurt over the email, you’re well past that.
It was because you felt your heart shutter whenever you breached the topic of the event that took place that very same evening, inside your dorm. An event, that entailed the most passionate level of intimacy
you’ve experienced, and it was with Heeseung. Oddly enough however, you still felt this urge to bring it up and speak with her seeing as how you both were alone, Gabe wasn’t around, and Heeseung was more than likely still asleep. You wanted to have that closure with her more than anything else, so you toppled over the idea on starting off by asking her about her current relationship with Gabe.
“…Vicky…are you and Gabe…?” You hesitated for a second, not entirely sure how to word the question. This was a lot harder than what you initially thought.
Vicky looked at you with a raised eyebrow, one that signified a hint of suspicion on how you thought of a question, regarding her and Gabe, when considering she didn’t say anything about her relationship with
Heeseung ending.
“Gabe and I….I’m not sure to be honest, I’m still trying to figure that out. I haven’t had the chance to
speak to Ethan yet.”
Your heart dropped at her mentioning that last bit, you started to tell yourself that it would be best to drop the conversation and leave it be for now. You had every intention of changing the subject, but
Vicky continued the discussion before you could get a word out.
“Why do you ask?”
You continue to answer her. Though nothing was said yet, you started to narrow down a theory on what may have happened between Vicky, Gabe, and Heeseung.
“It’s….nothing I just…I saw how close you two were at the party last night and I…noticed Heeseung didn’t come to you.” She raised both brows in shock;
“How do you know Ethan’s birth name?”
“His friend, Jake, called him by that name at the party. I met him and his girlfriend Emily.”
“Oh. Did you talk to Ethan a bit?”
“Yeah…”
“Does he…let you call him by his birthname? He only allows certain friends to address him by that name. He wouldn’t even let me call him by it.” Vicky’s gaze started to drift down to the floor as she felt the pain in her own words and realizing that Heeseung gave you an advantage that she never got.
You also a stared onto the floor, nodding your head in a “oh is that right?” expression when hearing about Heeseung limiting everyone in knowing, and using his rightful name. You projected a question
that you desperately needed to know the answer to. Even though she had made it clear with her plans in ending things with Heeseung, you got this feeling that she had a hard time letting him go, despite her
truly feeling he wasn’t going to make her happy.
“Did…Heeseung not tell you why he ignored your calls and texts?”
Vicky shook her head,
“No…he didn’t. Did he say anything to you?”
“No…”
“Oh….well, I was thinking about talking to him tomorrow, I’d figure I would stop by his frat house and s-“
Vicky was suddenly cutoff when the door abruptly opens, not a single knock was submitted prior to opening it. You watched as Gabe walks in. At least this time he had shut the door behind him, although,
you weren’t entirely sure if that had sat well with you. This time it didn’t matter if it was considered rude, you had a problem being in a closed room with this man, even if Vicky was there with you.
“Vicky, are you ready?” Gabe was very curt with his words, he looked fed up, no doubt he was still feeling the shame and embarrassment from last night.
“No…sorry. I was just talking with Y/N and I hadn’t grabbed my stuff yet.” Vicky responded in a shallow tone.
“Well hurry up!” Gabe rushed her, giving her a swift push behind her back, and towards her closet, right before he turned to face you.
“So where’s your bulldog?” Gabe antagonizes you as he asks the ridiculous question. You knew what he meant but you wanted to throw his words back at his face by treating him as idiotic as the question itself.
]“Bulldog?…”
“Yeah, fucking Ethan. What the hell was his problem? And why are you instigating it?”
You were shocked at his accusation. “Instigating? Me?” you exaggerate your sarcasm as you point towards your chest and eyed him with a look of extreme annoyance.
“You know exactly what I mean Y/N, you always want to be a tease and flirt with me, but whenever I try to keep it friendly you somehow play a victim and always get someone like Ethan to beat other people
up.” Gabe’s lengthy and rather fabricated response was entertaining.
Not sure if you were angry at this point or just in complete shock, you turned over towards Vicky who was watching the whole interaction with arms crossed, not even displaying a hint of interest in breaking
off the displeasing conversation happening before her. You had desperately hoped that she would see right through him, realizing that he was spilling out a heinous lie in her presence, to paint himself as an entirely different type of man than what he really was.
But her lack of judgement regarding the conversation tells you that she didn’t see anything, apart from Gabe’s capabilities to shower her with his father’s inheritance. You took it as fair game and decided to
take the gloves off.
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that obvious lie. In fact, I’m done having any sort of interaction with you.” Upon harshly relaying your statement to him, you turned towards Vicky, he was still looking on the floor,
rather dead inside. But it was her turn.
“Vicky…why are you with him? He’s no good. He doesn’t respect you or your friends. He’s been lowkey harassing me whenever you’re not around or looking, and I don’t think he would take care of you the
way you think he would.” You said a mouthful, and you felt bad for being so blunt, but it was way past due.
Vicky didn’t say anything, instead she just looked at you. Unable to tell if she was giving you a look of disbelief or if it was just one reflecting her annoyance with what you had just said.
Gabe scoffed and turned his eyes away, looking offended as usual. He overexaggerated a look of disbelief as well, insinuating that he was incapable of committing heinous acts against you.
“Vicky…you’re a nice, kind, and beautiful girl. One of the prettier ones I’ve ever seen. I don’t understand why you limit yourself, when you have so much going for you.” You continued, trying to reach through
to her by appealing to her as a friend, since your earlier statement was rather harsh.
Vicky just simply went back to eyeing the floor, only this time it was off the side as she stared into the abyss.
Gabe began getting impatient, he grabbed Vicky’s arm and ushered her to hurry up and grab her belongings. He snapped his head around to face you afterwards, exposing his gritted teeth in annoyance.
“And you…” He grabbed your wrist as he continued.
“I’ve been nothing but nice to you! I’ve always complimented and told nice things to all my friends about you. You’re selfish!”
You were amazed at how committed he was in playing out this act. You tried to break away from his grasp, but your movement in trying to get away propelled him to tighten his grip. He yells out at you for
moving as you try to release yourself.
“Hey!” You look up, your eyes were met with Gabe’s mouth remaining open as he frowned heavily. You turned to look over to Vicky, she was starting to look nervous and seemed like she wanted to stop him
before things escalated, but she was hesitant.
Just then, you hear the door open once more. Heeseung notices you in a wrist lock of Gabe’s grip. Not wasting any time, he walks in, leaving all gestures of formality out the window.
He was oddly calm. Not at all displaying the heated, short-fused aggression as he did in the past.
Instead, he walked over towards your side in a nonchalant manner, keeping steady eye contact with Gabe.
His hands were tucked in the pockets of his straight jeans, the white t shirt draping his upper body was deceiving as it made him appear slenderer, hindering anyone to see how he was truly built underneath,
and his shaggy hair was yet again, crowned by his fitted baseball cap.
He showered a certain aura into the way he was conducting himself as he walks towards you, still eyeing Gabe.
He was setting the tone, making it aware that he has no reason to waste his energy in getting angry, and that he had the luxury to be this calm. Because he knew, now that he was there, Gabe wasn’t going to do anything.
Heeseung sensed the fear in Gabe, long before he stepped foot into the room. No matter how much the boy tried to put off an act, Heeseung could see it plain as day and he used it to his advantage.
You felt Gabe’s hand loosen around your wrist and he hastily releases, dropping his hand by his side. He was nervous at seeing Heeseung’s tall and lean body approaching closer towards him, appearing gigantic as he towered above him. Heeseung glared at him and retorted upon seeing Gabe release you.
“Smart move.” Heeseung simply relays to him with a very firm, steady, and slow tone while raising his eyebrow in a fierce manner.
Obviously taunting the man, knowing that not a moment too soon he would have felt the clash of Heeseung’s fist to his face. Fortunately, he was smart enough to release you in time, right before Heeseung planted himself next to you, facing his direction.
Heeseung briefly broke eye contact, turning his head off to the side, he looks down at your wrist, taking a minute to visually examine it for marks. His jet-black gaze drove along your hand, arm, and even up to
your shoulders. With that same stern voice, he lets out a warning.
“I wouldn’t touch her ever again. In fact…” Turning his face back to Gabe, he stares directly into his eyes at the last bit of his sentence.
“If I were you, I just wouldn’t go near her.” He finishes as he leans his head back, just enough to reveal the exposure of one of his eyes to peer from under the bill of his trusty hat.
Making a sharp, direct, and unbroken eye contact with a very nervous and quiet Gabe.
With the lift of his chin, as he projects his face to look up at the towering stature of Heeseung’s form, Gabe let out a loud gulp, trying to prevent the look of fear to show through upon hearing his warning.
Vicky looked as if she saw a ghost. Her hand placed over her mouth in shock as she watches Heeseung plant himself next to you, still eyeing Gabe down with his usual glare. The urge for her to speak
overtakes her better judgement as she spat her words out.
“Heeseung…what are you doing here?” He shot a look towards her; it was comparable to the one he gave last night at the party.
“Since when?” Heeseung’s words and tone was direct and very firm towards her.
“When did I ever say you could call me by that name?” His voice was semi hostile towards her, you somewhat felt a little sorry for Vicky as you witness her body legitimately winced back as she lowered
her head in embarrassment.
“Sorry…Ethan. Y/N told me she calls you Heeseung so I thought…”
Heeseung cuts her off with the shaking of his head as he shot a peeved look to her. That was enough for her to get the point. She went back to her originally question, apparently desperate to get the answer.
“So what are you doing here?” She still was avoiding all eye contact with him.
Looking at Vicky silently for a few seconds. He sets his sights on Gabe, his eyes shot a different type of stabbing glare than the one he gave to Vicky, it was more hostile.
“Saw Gabe’s car in the parking lot. Figured he’d be here with you, and that didn’t sit well with me. So I came up.” Heeseung remarked as his eyes shifted to the side to look at you before look back at Gabe.
His lips began to snarl.
“Actually, Gabe anywhere near this building doesn’t sit well with me either…not one bit.” His voice reached a dangerous tone of low, like the growl of an angry lion.
Vicky looked up at his statement, waiting a moment to catch her breath before speaking.
“…I told you we’re good friends. We jus-“ Heeseung snapped his fingers at her and a simple “Quiet.” Emerged from his lips. You’ve never seen him so demeaning towards a woman before, let alone someone like Vicky. You couldn’t hide the sudden
breath that escaped from your lips as the shock stung you.
Vicky was taken aback, the glossiness in her eyes overwhelmed her as you witness small drops trinkling down. Heeseung on the other hand, was relentless with his attitude, there was a sense he expelled out through his actions that Vicky had crossed the line.
“Maybe there’s something wrong with your brain, but you should already know that we’re done. In fact, we’ve been done for a long time.” He spoke out, his tone was a little softer this time.
Obviously referring to when he ghosted Vicky, literally days after he agreed to start driving her to classes, yet you also got this feeling that he was letting on a lot more regarding the untimely end of their
relationship.
Vicky’s mouth shuttered wide as she heard Heeseung’s statement. She even muttered a “What?” as she looked at him, begging him to clarify. He started to get a look of annoyance as Vicky’s response triggered him to feel as though she read the words “FOOL” on his forehead.
“Vicky…I’ll give it to you, you’re beautiful. You’re like a firework. Any man would be lucky to have you by his side. Any good one would cherish you eternally.” Heeseung’s tone calmed down back to his original relaxed one.
Vicky displayed a look of shock with a very faint smile forming at the corners of her mouth, seemingly flattered by his choice of words in acknowledging her looks. You got a feeling that he may not have
expressed many compliments during the time they’ve known each other, which was a lot longer than the time he knew you. Yet, ever since last night, he coated you with words of worship on the very
ground you walked on.
Vicky’s smile started to grow bigger, that was until Heeseung took one look at Gabe. His follow-on statement ultimately crushes her.
“But the moment he finds out your priorities are messed up, and that you do messed up things, he’s going to take it all back and resent you.” Silence filled the room, there was a pause filled with deathly stares shared between Gabe, Vicky, and Heeseung.
Heeseung looked over to Gabe and gave him an expectant look, one that hinted that an answer, or an explanation was due to him. He turned his look back to Vicky once more.
“I’m curious now that we’re finally talking about it. Exactly, how long has it been going on Vik? Was it just him or were there others?”
Heeseung’s words and tone became snarky at the last bit. Vicky shot a daring gaze at him, insulted by his statement.
“Is that what you think? You think I slept with a bunch of men behind your back?” Vicky retorted.
“You tell me, I know of at least one.” Heeseung’s words flew right through her as he looked at Gabe when he spoke out.
Vicky’s eyes widened and grew tearful, no way of holding them back, they started drowning out her peachy tinted cheeks. Sobbing, remorsefully, she responds.
“…It’s only been one…sorry…” The “sorry” came out broken as her voice was hiccupping at the sobs of her sadness, the guilt overriding her conscious. The conversation between the two continued.
“When did you find out?”
“I’ve been finding out about it for a while.” Heeseung admitted openly, disclosing Vicky’s infidelity to the room. His voice was much softer and calmer, almost as if he too was feeling remorse.
“Why didn’t you say anything or come to me!” At Vicky’s urging for an answer, Heeseung looked at her rather pitifully. As if he did feel sorry for not telling her sooner, but he maintained the stance of his countenance to reflect that she is wrong, not him.
“Would it have changed anything? With you? Would it have changed you?” Vicky was at a loss for words. Unable to answer his question, she continued sobbing as she stared at the floor.
“I also know…that you had plans.” He let on, earning more surprised looks than what he probably was expecting.
“Like…being unhappy with me, wanting to leave this place…wanting to leave me.” Heeseung continues to disclose all of Vicky’s supposed secrets. He knew of her true feelings and what she had been
shamefully doing with Gabe, yet this was the first time he confronted her on the matter.
“…I wouldn’t have done any of it! If you had been just more dedicated into-“ Vicky’s words were cut off by Heeseung, noting the color of his energy, Heeseung’s annoyance reached the peak of its level.
“Stop.” Heeseung simply said. Another dreadful silence continued to cast its mark on everyone before he clarified his interruption.
“I was dedicated.” Heeseungs tone going back to calm. Vicky shook her head in disagreement at his words, in which he responded with raised brows, wide eyes, and a shred of defensiveness as he
explained.
“Oh yes, I was. I may not have been dedicated towards what you wanted, but I was dedicated. I was dedicated to you. Beautiful girl saying she loves me. That she wants to be with me. Why wouldn’t I be dedicated?”
Heeseung’s feelings were beginning to come out through his words.
“So what then? What? Are you going to sit here and point fingers? Or are you going to continue to ignore me forever? You could of at least told me so I could hav-“ “Moved on?” Heeseung abruptly finished her sentence, continuously looking at her with his brows raised.
Vicky just stared wide eyed, feeling the guilt coming back and punching her gut as she realized that she was being selfish. As hard as it was to admit it, and that she had her reasons for acting this way, she knew she couldn’t keep going in that manner. You had deemed that enough had been said.
You walked and stood in front of Heeseung, next to Vicky. Consoling her by placing your hand on her shoulder and rubbing it, you looked directly into his eyes, also reflecting a look filled with sympathy and
comfort. In your mind, they both deserved all the consolation you had to give. You personally didn’t find fault in either one, nor did you feel that one side topped over the other.
The voice of your father emerged from the back of your head; it was of him giving you one of his life lessons. You could hear the shadow of his voice as it grew clear and loud in your brain…
Flashback
“Sweetpea…sweetpea where are you?” Your father finds you on the steps leading to the front door.
You sat there, hurt by the actions of your best friend, Denise.
A massive event was taking and your school district was asked to nominate a student to sing the National Anthem at the opening of it. You secretly disclosed to Denise that you were going to audition
after receiving the encouragement from your choir teacher, in which Denise responded by telling you that all remaining auditions were called off on short notice. Stating that due to her title as class
president and working directly with the main staff and the teachers, her sources were valid. It was believable. You also would never have guessed that she would never lie and manipulate you away from
a rare opportunity.
The next day you found out that not only did Denise lie about the auditions being called off, but that she went to one that same morning, and to your dismay, she won the nomination. You felt crushed and betrayed and immediately took a bus back home, knowing the school called your parents to notify them of your unexcused absence. Your father knew from all the times you were upset, your confining spot was sitting on the brick steps admiring your mother’s rose garden. After reassuring the school that he
would take care of everything, he goes outside and sits right next to you.
“Come here my girl. Tell papa all your problems, now, what’s wrong?”
You explained to your father of everything that had happened. He nodded and looked at you with a smile, noticing your tearful eyes and sulky attitude, he found it adorable and cherished it, even though
he knew you were upset.
He was a father after all, everything you did was heartwarming to him, it didn’t matter if it was relating to anger, sadness, confusion, or joy. Just the fact that he gets to experience every aspect of you, made him as a father, develop a fondness for moments such as this one right now. He cherished every single one, no matter if it was good or bad. He always filled the setting with a smile of gratitude, enjoying it while he can, because he knew someday, he was going to have to say goodbye to it.
“You know Y/N…. life works mysteriously in strange ways. There are countless times where we think we have it all figured out, come to realize we don’t. We think we know what we want in life, yet we go on
trying to find out the meaning of it.”
You remained in place as your hands cupped your cheeks out of frustration as you stared at your mother’s roses while listening to your fathers’ words, trying to find the sense in it.
“Sometimes…when we want to be happy…we go looking for it, sometimes going into the wrong places to find it. We as humans, we want to be happy. We want to be happy so much, that we end up hurting ourselves and our loved ones in the process.”
You were 15 at the time when your father gave you that lesson. As you grew; graduating high school, enrolling into college, moving into a dorm, making new friends, and most importantly, meeting Heeseung, you didn’t understand your father’s lesson until the night Samuel sent you the email. You understood it with Heeseung’s help and now, you understood clearly as you examined the situation
between the group, to even include Gabe.
Looking at Heeseung, you silently mouthed the words “I love you” to him and gave him an endearing look as you continued to console Vicky while she sobbed. Heeseung softly smiled back. In a moment
such as this one, he would give anything to pause time to savor it.
You hugged Vicky, gently cradling her face with your chest as you softly signaled Heeseung to stand firm, hinting that you were going to talk with Vicky. You turned to look at Gabe, who was displaying a look of frustration and embarrassment, you politely asked him to step out for a moment so that you could speak with Vicky, assuring him that she will meet with him afterwards. You appealed to him as a human being, even if he had been less than of an impeccable one.
He didn’t argue or display any form of objection, he couldn’t, not with Heeseung standing there. He simply nodded and walked out.
You walked Vicky to her bed, sitting right next to her. She couldn’t stop crying, it was tough for her but the moment she was next to you feeling the comfort of your arms around her shoulders, she spilled out a line of “I’m sorry” towards Heeseung.
You gently shushed her, trying to have her focus on catching her breath as the sobs were already shortening each one, let alone her repeatedly apologizing. Finally reaching a level of stability in her
breathing and sobbing, Vicky spoke first.
“Are you…both together?” She looked down at her hands as she asked. You were beyond surprised at her question, you did good for the most part in maintaining your composure, but your eyes gave it away as they grew wide as you looked right back at her, your arm still wrapped around her shoulder in comfort.
Heeseung didn’t looked surprised, he looked as if he expected her to know. You were beginning to question yourself if he possibly told her before she came back to the dorm but found it highly unlikely
since you were certain that he had no interaction with her until this very moment.
Heeseung merely stood there, facing the both of you as you sat on the edge of her bed. Just as you appealed to Gabe, Heeseung appealed to Vicky as he began to explain yourselves.
“If you’re mad…take it out on me, not her.” His eyes no longer looking at Vicky, instead he reflected a tired eye look as he stared at the floor beneath your feet.
“I just…why? I don’t understand. What happened with your boyfriend?” She turns to you as she mentioned Samuel, before facing back to Heeseung and proceeding.
“What happened to you? Just somebody…please explain this to me.”
You were at a loss for words, you didn’t know how to explain, there was no way she would understand unless she had been in your shoes and experienced every second of what you went through with
Samuel. Heeseung took over the conversation.
“I never meant to hurt you. I’m not entirely sure if I caused you to do act the way that you did. I just knew that I wasn’t making you happy, therefore you made me unhappy.” Heeseung’s face almost looked
expressionless, just a hint of tired was marked.
“Why…I really do love you I just…why couldn’t you just be more like…like…” she stopped at mid-sentence, realizing that was she was saying only proved Heeseung’s point.
“I can change a lot of things Vik, but there are some things you have to accept. I don’t want to fight. I don’t want to hurt…and I don’t want to be hurt.” Heeseung concluded his side of the argument.
Vicky simply stared at his face as his eyes remained glued to the floor. She turns to you with her wide and swollen eyes, she asks you a question that you weren’t prepared to answer, especially given that
you and Heeseung just established an intimate relationship last night. You both haven’t tread near the topic of your relationship and the details of it, you just knew in your heart that you cared deeply for him and that you didn’t want to be without him, but that was something you had kept to yourself. That was up until Vicky asked you,
“Y/N…do you love…do you love him?” You silently gulped.
Your eyes moved over to the window next to Vickys bed, then moved it back to look the other way towards her desk. With Heeseung standing in front of the both of you, he appeared to look just as
interested in your answer as Vicky was. The spotlight was on you, having no idea how it ended up being that way considering this started off as a matter between Heeseung and Vicky.
With newfound bravery, you relayed your answer by softly biting your lower lip, subtly squinting your eyes shut and nodding in the affirmative. You heard Heeseung’s smirk as a breath of satisfaction
escaped his lips. You slowly opened your eyes but didn’t have the courage to look at Vicky and felt too shy to look at Heeseung. It was your turn to stare at the floor.
Vicky turned her head and closed her eyes. You couldn’t tell if she looked hurt, tired even, or maybe both. You were prepared for a reaction that would include lashing out, screaming, crying, and insults flying at you.
Yet, none of that happened. Vicky simply turned back to you and took your hand; her tears were beginning to stream again as she looked at you with a rather hopeful look on her face.
“You know…I never meant to hurt him. Right?”
You answered her question by nodding once more, you just couldn’t find your voice in this situation, all you could do was nod.
“But I did…I did hurt him.” Vicky let out a slight smile, not out of joy or sadness, it was a smile of relief.
“Take care of him. If anyone could, it’s you Y/N.” She says to you as she gently squeezed your hand. Vicky had her flaws, but her heart was not one of them. You always knew she was kind and understanding, maybe not towards herself, but with you, she never ceases to amaze with her warmth.
With your hand still in her grip, she smiles at you upon receiving your answer, giving you reassurance that she wasn’t mad or holding anything against you. She then turned to face Heeseung, gently releasing your hand after one last squeeze, and stood up to confront him.
“I already know you’ll be good. You always have been to me. And I’m sorry for not being better, my lack of judgment got the better of me. I never realized that what I wanted the most in life…I already had it.
The thought of getting spoiled with a life of comfort, stability, and traveling, that all was so appealing, and I just got lost in it all. And I’m sorry. Because now I truly know…especially now that I know I’ve lost it for good…those things don’t matter compared to having you, Heeseung.”
She smiled, ignoring his snapping from earlier when he warded her from using his birth name.
She pulls him in by his neck and hugs him. It was the most compassionate one you had seen between the two, all the ones that she had with Gabe couldn’t compare.
Even though you were grateful for how things were turning out, you were feeling saddened at the sight of her giving Heeseung a final embrace, it was only natural, they had history. The trophies they collected within the time they had known each other was way more than what you shared with Samuel. You could only imagine just how many laughs, tears, screams, and kisses her embrace was putting an end to.
Heeseung took both his hands out of his pockets, yet only one returned Vicky’s embrace as he wrapped it around her upper back, softly admitting a gentle rub as he shifted his gaze to various spots on the floor. He patted at her shoulder blade, hinting to her it was time to let him go, and she did.
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Byler Week 2023 - Day 5: Secret Identities
“I hope you will still like London, after all that’s happened,” Vickie suddenly says and Mike turns to look at her. She gives him a gentle smile and Mike feels warm inside. “And I hope I’ll see you again.”
“Me too. I wouldn’t mind coming back one day,” Mike replies and he’s honest. He just wishes he had more than one reason to come back.
“It’ll get better, you know?” she says. “I know it doesn’t look like it, but time and distance mend a broken heart. Just give it time.”
Mike lowers his gaze, his free hand ending up tangled in his backpack’s straps.
“I wish there wasn’t anything to get better from.”
title: a sad beautiful (tragic) love affair
chapters: 4 of 4
word count: 10,779
link: chapter four - this love is worth the fight on ao3
#byler#bylerweek2023#bylerweek#Day 5: Secret Identities#will byers#mike wheeler#stranger things#it's doneeeee#omg I finished it#hopefully it's a good ending :')#my fanfic
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Happy Birthday 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 To You
The Naturally Charismatic & Ruggedly Good Handsome Iconic Academy Award Winning Spanish 🇪🇸 Actor Of Spain
Bardem was born on 1 March 1969 in Las Palmas de Gran Canaria, in the Canary Islands, Spain. His mother, Pilar Bardem (1939–2021), was an actress, and his father, José Carlos Encinas Doussinague (1931–1995), was the son of a cattle rancher.
He is a Spanish actor. He won the Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor for his performance as assassin Anton Chigurh in the Coen Brothers' western drama film No Country for Old Men (2007). Bardem has been nominated for the Academy Award for Best Actor for playing Reinaldo Arenas in Before Night Falls (2000), a criminal with cancer in Biutiful (2010), and Desi Arnaz in Being the Ricardos (2021).
A son of actress Pilar Bardem, he first became known for such Spanish films as Jamón jamón (1992), Boca a boca (1995), Carne trémula (1997), Los lunes al sol (2002), and Mar adentro (2004). He has since starred in Woody Allen's romantic drama Vicky Cristina Barcelona (2008), Sam Mendes's James Bond spy film Skyfall (2012), Terrence Malick's drama To the Wonder (2013), Darren Aronofsky's horror film mother! (2017), Asghar Farhadi's mystery drama Everybody Knows (2018), Denis Villeneuve's science fiction film Dune (2021), and Disney's live-action remake The Little Mermaid (2023).
Bardem has been married to actress Penélope Cruz since 2010. In January 2018, Bardem became the ambassador of Greenpeace for the protection of Antarctica.
PLEASE WISH THIS ICONIC & NOW LEGENDARY WELL KNOWN & DISTINGUISHED SPANISH ACTOR SINCE ANTONIO BANDERAS, A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊
YOU KNOW HIM & SO DO ALL THE LADIES. SETTLE DOWN LADIES, HE'S SPOKEN FOR 😆
HIS MOVIES ARE NOW VERY WELL KNOWN & WELL AS HIS ICONIC ROLES
& HE HAS SUCH A WAY WITH WORDS WITH THAT ACCENT OF HIS.
THE 1 & ONLY
MR. JAVIER ÁNGEL ENCINAS BARDEM 🇪🇸
HAPPY 55TH BIRTHDAY 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 TO YOU MR. BARDEM🇪🇸 & HERE'S TO MANY MORE YEARS TO COME
#JavierBardem #NoCountryForOldMen #EatPrayLove #SkyFall #PiratesOfTheCarribeanDeadMenTellNoTales #Dune #LyleLyleCrocodile #TheLittleMermaid #DunePartII
#Javier Bardem#No Country for Old Men#Eat Pray Love#Sky Fall#Pirates Of the Caribbean Dead Men Tell No Tales#Dune#Lyle Lyle Crocodile#The Little Mermaid#Dune Part II#Spotify
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My new minion is terrifying and if anything happens to her I'm going to make it Everyone's Problem until it is solved.
I shall do so via great violence and a flying brick named Vicky.
(Who knew we needed to mend fences after that silly little "breaking my arm in three places during a normal and legal interview" business, and would do so via blackmail? Me, that's who)
#worm#worm rp#wormblr#skitter#glory girl#my new fic would help with understanding this but it's not terribly important for it#basically Intern gets Skitter as a minion via fuckery and gaslighting#and glory girl may have broken Intern's arm in three places during the fix
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X-Files Collector's Edition: Car Wrekt
Car Accident fic Part 2: this is a hybrid of the leftover car accident fics from a previous post and one lone singular little fic about waking kidnapped in a car (Truncated, see below.)
Note to all: I had to nuke the previous version of this post because it was incomplete– but it’s back up! Apologies for the inconvenience (that’s me, I, and myself to the royal we.)
Loose chronological order below~
Wrekt and Captured
Rose Thornhill’s Prayer for the Dying
““If we go too fast, we’ll slide off the road!“ Hodge explained. "And we can’t help Scully if we’re both dead.”
Mulder sighed and leaned back against the seat. How many times had he heard that before?””
S2 Scully cracks her head on a stakeout with Mulder and a third agent, who drives them as fast he can back to civilization. There is no good news, however; and Mulder can only hope she’ll pull through, resentful at everyone else’s prayers.
Lysandra’s (Ao3, LiveJournal, Xanadu) Truncated
““I open my eyes to blackness. I see nothing at all when I blink, not even trailing stars behind my eyelids. Complete darkness greets me, and all of a sudden I feel like I’m trapped in a coffin.
I take a deep breath, and nearly choke. The air is slightly musty, and vaguely familiar. I resist the urge to cough as I gulp the air.
And then I realize that I am not alone.””
Scully and Mulder are trapped in a car trunk, not knowing how they got there or even when. By the power of charm alone, Mulder keeps Scully’s panic from careening over the edge (and secures a future date.)
Mystic’s His and Hers
““For a moment he watched as she continued to cross, then he screamed when he realized the horn he’d heard was not for him, it was for her. Time slowed as her head whipped to face the dark red Ford Explorer that tried t stop. Her bright auburn hair flipped, almost wrapping around her head when she saw it. Half jumping, she held her hands out as if to protect herself from the oncoming collision that to him seemed impossible, but was inevitable.
There as a loud screech and a sickening thud and all was silent as she rolled off the windshield and hood and fell limply to the black road.””
S7? Mulder is haunted by witnessing Scully being barreled into by a car. His mental beat-ups are relieved only he sees her on the mend. Maggie graciously lets him go in first, knowing how important it is for him.
@alittlemissfit‘s (Ao3) Prompt Fics - Chapter 5 (Ao3)
““You play the partner and POA card and earn yourself five minutes. She tells you his floor and door and you’re there in less than one.
He’s unconscious and bandaged and intubated and still, and it doesn’t matter that you’ve seen him like this at least eight times since being partnered with him. The better part of you is broken and bruised and knocked out right alongside him.””
Post IWTB Mulder is pinned by a tractor; and Scully’s professionalism sinks in the face of his serious injuries. Mulder hears her well-intended threats, of course; and never lets an opportunity to quip pass him by.
AUs
Vickie Moseley’s (Ao3, Gossamer) One More Drive
““Her smile got brighter when she saw her partner. Unlike other times, this trauma, though real and terrifying, hadn’t resulted in a ‘skin of his teeth’ brush with death. The bullet must have missed major arteries and organs because he was breathing steadily without assistance and only glucose and antibiotics dripped into the IV in his left forearm. An oxygen monitor was clipped to his left index finger, but the computer screen over his bed showed a hearty 99 percent O2 level, which was better than she expected. He was going to be fine. Unemployed, but fine.””
Post Drive Mulder was actually shot; and while he is driven to the hospital and struggles with his many recent failures, Scully is an unwitting participant in a series of misadventures: passenger-ing on a motorbike back, a nurse that just doesn’t want to do her job, and the glory that is a California-tan doctor. There is a hash out about Diana, all is good, and Kersh’s day is ruined.
@suitablyaggrieved’s (Ao3)
#39 - Don’t Cry
““When he finally was able to move the bag out of the way, Mulder was left with the rebar sticking out his chest, another impaling the front hood of the car, and still another through the back window. It was a gruesome sight, the other driver was bleeding like a stuck pig and Mulder soon realized that he must have injured himself after falling.
The other driver was clearly dead. Mulder had watched him die, holding his hand, listening to him explain that he was sorry, so tired, a husband with two kids, a wife on the way out. Mulder gave him that absolution. It was the least he could do. Actually, it was all he could do because he couldn’t move that much. He couldn’t feel his legs, but he knew that he was a mangled mess.””
S7 Mulder knows he’s dying- the accident was too deadly, and Death is waiting- so he calls Scully to leave her with a last good memory. Scully, oblivious he isn’t patching up their last fight, indulges his conversation. And finds out too late.
Lives Wasted Away
““Scully, you can’t—I don’t—you have to keep warm, okay? You’re worse than I am right now,” Mulder says, though his words are stuttered and slow to come out. She hands him his coat and he puts it on.
“We’re in this together…” Scully manages to say, and so they both begin to push the car down the mountain, to see if they can get a better signal. The car moves, but it’s a negligible amount. There is simply too much snow.””
Mulder and Scully slowly freeze to death– but they’ve never been happier, with communication so free and their feelings finally acknowledged. Skinner helps pry their bodies out with the rescue team.
Vaznetti’s (Ao3)
Motion and Rest
““They’d reached the gate; tired looking passengers were sitting in small groups, belongings piled around them. Marita turned to face him. She could see the tension coiling in his shoulders and remembered, suddenly, how much he hated airports even on the best days; if they were going to get out of here, it would be up to her.
They wouldn’t try to make the arrest right here in the open, she thought: too many chances to escape, too many potential victims. They’d do it on the gangway, maybe, or even on the airplane itself. Focus, she told herself, all you need to do is get yourself and Krycek out of the terminal building. One step at a time.””
Without Marita and Krycek know Scully and the FBI will be tracking him down for whereabouts of Mulder. As tensions rise and their second-nature getaways help evade from capture, both grapple with their romantic attachment and unresolved inner foibles.
Traders in the Snow
““Marita pulled up about a minute after the driver dropped Krycek and Scully off at the parking lot. She must have been waiting somewhere she could see them go by. Unless she’d followed them all the way from the city. Whatever, it was a good thing–he felt too exposed, just standing there, holding Scully up and hoping no one would notice them.
The two of them strapped Scully into the front seat and Krycek slumped in the back for the short drive to the lot of an abandoned factory. Once they were hidden, they cuffed Scully’s hands behind her back, taped her mouth shut and locked her in the trunk.””
Scully’s drive to find Mulder– on an off the clock, AM and PM, weekdays and weekends– leads her straight into a trap Krycek and Marita designed. Both fugitives need information on her miracle pregnancy, no longer trusting anything they can’t hold in their hands… including their former trust in each other. CSM shows up and gets killed once and for all very satisfyingly.
Trixie’s (whispers of x) Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
““Thinking of all they’d been through together, all they’d survived over six years, that tiny cross had been what finally broke Fox Mulder down. He’d sobbed for nearly an hour, until his tears were gone and his breathing erratic. He’d placed her cross around his neck and curled into a ball on his couch, content to stay that way until he died; until he could join her. In a twisted way, her death was almost funny. It was no grand conspiracy, destined to drive him mad; no strike their enemies had thought capable of destroying them. It was a simple drunk driver, someone who was alive now BECAUSE they’d been drinking, while she was dead and rotting in a grave somewhere, next to her sister and her father.
It wasn’t fair. It hadn’t been then, it wasn’t now and it never would be again.””
Scully’s death– killed by a drunk driver– sends Mulder into a spiral that is only inhibited by Maggie latching onto him out of grief, Frohike thwarting his first suicide attempt, and Scully’s ghost preventing his second after Maggie’s stroke. But-- at last-- he resigns, chasing fate’s coattails with TLG off-the-grid until he is reunited with her in death.
Lastly, shoutout to my favorite “Fire Boy” fic (LuvTheBeez’s Snow) which is in my Creepy and Cozy Cabins fics collection.
Enjoy!
#txf#xf fanfic#x-files#fic#Collector's Edition#Car Wrekt#Rose Thornhill#Lysandra#Mystic#alittlemissfit#Vickie Moseley#suitablyaggrieved#Vaznetti#LuvTheBeez#Trixie#mine
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Cumpleaños 🎂
Hoy cumple 54 años JAVIER BARDEM
Adía de hoy, la industria del cine español continúa mejorando sus números y su visibilidad en muchos aspectos. El auge de las plataformas de streaming como distribuidoras y productoras, sumado a grandes proyectos de repercusión internacional como 'La Casa de Papel', han hecho que el séptimo arte patrio tenga un renombre como nunca antes en su historia.
No obstante, antes de que esta situación llegara, y de que las nuevas generaciones de actores y actrices pudiesen llegar a un mercado más globalizado, intérpretes de la talla de Javier Bardem tuvieron que cruzar el charco primero, y así, ponerle cara y talento al cine español.
Hoy, el marido de Penélope Cruz cumple 54 años, en uno de los momentos más bonitos de su carrera. Nominado en los últimos Oscar, el de 'No es país para viejos' tiene una excelente filmografía que en un día como hoy, merece la pena repasar.
Veamos a continuación sus mejores películas y también cuáles son sus próximos proyectos.
Las mejores películas de Javier Bardem
Aunque muchos le han querido siempre encasillar en el papel de villano, lo cierto es que Javier Bardem tiene una amplia cantidad de registros actorales, los cuales podrán apreciar en los siguientes títulos, algunos, auténtica joyas del cine:
'Madre!'
'Mar adentro'
'No es país para viejos'
Skyfall'
'Los lunes al sol'
'Dune'
'El amor en los tiempos del cólera'
'Vicky Cristina Barcelona'
'Jamón, Jamón'
'Piratas del Caribe: La venganza de Salazar'
¿En qué está trabajando actualmente Javier Bardem?
Sus más recientes trabajos han sido la española 'El buen patrón', por la que ganó un premio Goya el pasado mes, y la comedia musical 'Lilo el cocodrilo', que protagonizó junto al cantante Shawn Mendes.
No obstante, su proyecto más esperado es la adaptación live action de 'La Sirenita', en la que Bardem se pondrá en la piel del mismísimo rey Tritón. Su estreno está previsto para el 26 de mayo de este año en Estados Unidos.
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Hey Queenie! I hope you're doing better ❤️ For the Weird Questions for Writers: 15, 19, 25
aw man, thanks vicky 🥰 i'm hoping i'm on the mend!!!
15. Do you write in the margins of your books? Dog-ear your pages? Read in the bath? Why or why not? Do you judge people who do these things? Can we still be friends?
boy oh boy oh boy oh boy oh BOY HOT TAKE HOUR!!!! really getting to the heart of things with this one, huh??? ;P hehehe well, in that order - not really, yes, no. i used to write in my books a LOT more when i was in high school, mostly because i felt like i had a lot to say, hahahah. now? not so much. there are rare occasions where i'll underline passages (and i'll be honest, i have my hard copy of the (almost)s that i keep saying i'm going to read through and annotate asdkfjksldjf), but i just don't usually feel the need. I DO DOG-EAR PAGES IN A BIG WAY! I AM A DOG-EARER!!! most of the books i own are fairly old secondhand paperbacks, and idk i just...i like the lived-in, well-loved look of a book that's got some shape to it, know what i mean? like the FEEL OF IT! i super don't read in the bath, though, mostly because i can barely be trusted to keep my own bones and skin safe in a tub - a book would be doomed immediately.
but i don't judge anyone for what they do/don't do with their books ;) everyone's got different taste, everyone's got different hangups, i get it. the only book-related behavior i judge for is like, leaving gum or other bizarre goo between the pages, because let me tell you. i've seen some stuff in secondhand shops, man...
19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?
once upon a time, there was a small girlchild named queenie. queenie was constantly reading. one day she realized SOMEONE had to be writing the books she was reading, so she gave it a shot herself. and printed it out. in the family computer room. and left it. in the printer. where her mother could find it. and come to her later asking "did you write this thing about mario?" and she had. she had written that thing about mario.
she never lived it down.
for real tho, my earliest memory of writing like, a full story-story was in thiiiiird grade? and it was called "murder on a school night," and the killer used a power drill. and everyone in my life should've known right then what i was about to be, but for some reason they just let it all fester and now HERE I AM. ;)c i evolved over time, writing vampire thrillers in notebooks i'd pass to my classmates between classes, then eventually posting actual fic on deviantart, and now...ta-dah! there were definitely bumps, my god there were bumps, mostly grad school-sized bumps where all desire to write was wrung from me like water from a sponge, but i'm back baby, and i'm not leaving my shit in the printer anymore!!!!
25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?
look. it's not going to play. any kind of role in the story i am currently writing, nor any story i plan on writing in the future. but i will say. with 100% certainty. jack "flamethrower guy untildawn" fiddler is aroace. thank you for coming to my tedtalk.
weird writing asks for weird writers!
#theartofdreaming1#asks#learn from my mistakes kids - don't leave your super mario bros fanfic in the printer#genuinely cant remember what i wrote about but im sure it was dumb#yoshi was UNDOUBTEDLY a main character. love that lil guy
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i see no point in living if i can’t be beautiful ੈ♡˳
#coquette#dollette#girlblogging#softcore#girly girl#preppy#girly#pink#pink aesthetic#aesthetic#girly icons#sanrio#sanriocore#baby pink#vicki mendes#vickimendes#vickimendesreal#princesscore#modestfashion
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i would really like to know what part of vol2 was a masterpiece beyond it looking and sounding slick and cool.
first off. the Vecna reveal as the big bad behind everything when nothing in the previous seasons even hinted that he and his family existed? Those murders would have become a town urban legend in no time!! Especially since it only happened 30 years ago?? And as evidenced by the writers keeping in the line "the murder house" when Jason and co. talked about it, other townspeople beyond Eddie's uncle did know about the Creels so why did none of the other born and bred main characters ever know this?? This reveal was an ass-pull of a retcon plain and simple.
Max ending up in the coma?? Completely diminishes the Dear Billy scene. Oh, music and human connection saves you from despair?? SIKE! actually it doesn't because we really just wanted to use this Kate Bush song for style points. Trauma does actually get you in the end wdym? then they used the song again, for what I don't fucking know, but certainly not for thematic reasons. Timing the lyrics to come back just as Robin throws the molotov?? ABSOLUTELY HILARIOUS. And also we get to El to "revive" Max because El really is just that special. No one would know what to do without her!
Not even going to get into that indulgent close-up of El's feet.
Not even going to get into posing dead Brenner like Jesus on the fucking cross.
Lucas' speech ending with "normal is just a raging psychopath". Really?? Really?? Was this supposed to be a shot at Jason? The same guy who, upon seeing Max - a stranger to him- immediately tried to rescue her?? I will die on the hill that S4 accidentally created a compelling antagonist in Jason and just never fucking knew it. (i've cooled down on my thoughts with this one. still think the line was stupid as hell though and that jason was a lot more compelling than vecna)
Eddie dying for no reason, plot-wise or narrative-wise?? WHY? So he could die a hero? BITCH HE COULD HAVE LIVED AS A HERO. I didn't care for Eddie all that much but he should have died right after his guitar solo if he was already marked for death. at least that would have been cool instead of stretching it out like what happened
Not even going to get into how Steven, Nancy, and Robin were choking for what seemed like an hour or longer. Pacing was off the entire 4-hour runtime but that especially seemed egregious.
The El and Hopper reunion feeling like an afterthought?? It was so emotionally dull. They might as well have made them reunite at the start of S5. El going "I always believed you were alive" BENCH WHERE. YOU LITERALLY CREATED A SCHOOL PRESENTATION TO HONOR HIM AS A DEAD HERO. This one actually got to me the most because I live for loving father and daughter dynamics and I was rooting for them to reunite but what we got.... it fell so, so flat.
The entire two day timeskip in the first place. Absolutely abhorrent. Completely cutting into the climax, completely removing the falling action.
Hopper fucking beheading a Democreature in slow-mo. The entire Russia story arc was already very heightened but you know what. yeah sure why not. WHY THE FUCK NOT
Mike's monologue about loving El even when she's not a superhero when she is literally doing superheroism right in front of him. Mike straight up saying with his full chest that his life started the day after Will went missing. Will who is next to him as he's fucking saying this shit. Will who has done nothing else this season except to help mend his relationship with El.
Robin seeing Vickie again at a fucking weapons emporium. WHAT FOR? They didn't even rationalize this with a throwaway line that maybe she and her (ex) boyfriend were going hunting or whatever. Literally just did this so we can see Robin upset. Because really? We could have that scene in the gym WITHOUT THE WAR ZONE SCENE.
Whatever the fuck they did to Steve "oh actually I wanna have six kids" Harrington.
Will not even getting the dignity of saying his feelings. Was a simple last longing look at Mike as he says, " I really am stupid for falling for him, huh, Jonathan?" Too Fucking Hard? No need to say Mike's name, no need to say the word GAY (calling him a fag or a queer or a fairy was fucking fine though) to make it clear as day where Will stood. it could have been done so easily with how they set up the Jonathan and Will scene. And now we have to contend with people arguing that maybe he really wasn't in love with Mike at all or the even stupider take that maybe Will was actually in love with Eleven.
Brenner getting shot multiple times was actually very cathartic and I'm glad El left him to rot. But again this just comes back to why is El's storyline the only one handled with this much grace and understanding for her agency?
The Russia storyline just fucking ending with them being able to cross country borders no problem??? and no sign of Dmitry or Yuri at all?? Fucking sloppy.
Mike just... existing as El's cheerleader now apparently?? What the hell happened to him. They couldn't even make him a malewife right because he had to have Will push him into his monologue.
Speaking of monologues, fucking Henry got pages and pages of the most uninspired villain script I've ever had the misfortune of hearing in this year of 2022. Yeah yeah we live in a society. yeah yeah El is actually just so special she even created her own super villain what else is new.
S4 Volume 2 was a total let down and I am not going to be blinded by the beautiful cinematography into saying it was better than it is, than what it could have been. All style, no substance.
And as redditor timlest said it best:
#ku blarghs#stranger things season 4#stranger things vol 2#strangely blogging#there are probably some more things i forgot but whatever i already wrote a lot as it is#S5 is going to need a miracle to make up S4's faults
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Tagged by @t74x6n83pq9sck4va0 thank youuu c': 🫂
nickname: Evi. and ive gotten Em as well. [and I'm legally allowed to assassinate whoever calls me "Vicky" , by presidential decree, btw].
sign: Libra
height: 1.64 cm
last google search: rector de la uanl
number of followers: 2,923 [i do take my time to report + block pornbots as soon as they appear but I don't know if they will still count as followers]
amount of sleep: like a fucking princess [minimum 6 hours, maximum 9 hours; only pulling all-nighters when i know i'll be able to sleep as long as i want after that, and/or when i have no option, both for academic stuff, mostly]
lucky number: -1, 0, √2, 6, 17, 25, 78, 144
favorite color: green
dream job: philosopher (is that still a thing? like, people who get paid to just go insane, then write and publish the outcome?)
movie/book that summarizes me: Caín by José Saramago [according to a friend, and when we met back in 2014. And according to myself... i wouldn't know how to tell between me just loving those movies/books or actually seeing myself in them 🤔 so i'll stick to what she said]
favorite song: don't do this to me xd i don't know. [i spent about 20 minutes digging in my memories but i could come up with nothing. i could build an entire playlist with every song i've played on repeat for days at a time but i wouldn't distinguish them from being extremely good or promote them to the Favourite category. Special mention: Sleep Walking Past Hope by H.I.M. (Live at the Orpheum Theatre) — precisely because I played it nonstop, a billion times a day for about a whole month (back in 2015); but there are so, so many more like that one: Well I Wonder by The Smiths, Meadowlarks by Fleet Foxes, Él No Sabe by El Duelo, To Bid You Farewell and Benighted by Opeth, Como É Grande O Meu Amor Por Você by Roberto Carlos, A Nike Like This by Paisajes Trágicos (a The Cure tribute, yes), Sophisticated Lady by Billie Holiday, Fated Faithful Fatal by Marilyn Manson, 7 Days by NCT Dream, Flow by Sade, We Laugh Indoors by Death Cab for Cutie, Good Morning Sun by Piero Umiliani. I mean, look at the entire paragraph ive written just to make up to this question... Christ]
favorite instrument: mayonnaise
aesthetic: ugly
favorite author: please don't do this to me either. it's been 15 minutes already. but just not to leave this blank: José Saramago (indeed), Aldous Huxley, Robert Sapolsky, Yuval Noah Harari, Miguel de Unamuno, Marcus Aurelius, J.K. Rowling, Desmond Morris, Xavier Velasco... but as I don't have a favourite (musical) artist, I don't have one favourite author and for the same reason: I don't like every single book/song they've made. An exception could be Marcus Aurelius but because he literally wasn't a writer per se and "wrote" just ONE book... which he never even meant for it to be published anyway (after he died someone found a bunch of manuscripts under his bed or something, then made them a book). [Again, I'm sorry for the whole paragraph :( writing these any shorter would have been just so inaccurate]
favorite animal noise: human babies laughter
wearing: old, plain, green hand-me-down t-shirt; old, mended, worn-out-black Levi's; old, torn, chipped hiking boots; and every outfit of mine is just a variation of colours of these same things.
song stuck in my head: Ya No Soy Tu Mujer by La Factoría.
i tag @corvus-pictor, @nullheaven, @theartofdyingtogether, @puppetstringed, @sczzzm-4v0mez, @muddress, @02void, @tuskegeejetter, @minkrug, @silkskull and everyone else who wants to play :D <3
#josé saramago#H.I.M.#the smiths#Fleet foxes#el duelo#Opeth#Roberto Carlos#Paisajes trágicos#the cure#billie holiday#marilyn manson#nct dream#Sade#Death cab for cutie#piero umiliani#aldous huxley#robert sapolsky#yuval noah harari#miguel de unamuno#marcus Aurelius#jk rowling#Desmond morris#xavier velasco#La factoría#musical taste#yuoic
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shoshi! 💕🥰
for the character headcanons - how about 👯 and 👩👩👧 and 💕 with Jo (and/or any character of your choice)?
👯 for a friendship headcanon
Jo…honestly did not expect to become such good friends with her roommates. She figured — necessary way to split the rent and the bills, good for the war effort to boot. But it turns out living in close quarters while being generally kind and friendly people with generous spirits can lead to lifelong friendship, who knew? When it comes down to it Jo is probably the closest with Clara next to Frankie, but she considers Evie, Vicky, and Lena to be very dear to her.
👩👩👧 for a childhood headcanon
Not to make this about food but I was just rereading a different headcanon post and — Jo’s love of pancakes started with her mom. They were a treat for dinner after getting through a particularly large pile of mending, even when they were short on everything — butter, flour, eggs, sugar — steaming on a chipped plate. Sometimes cinnamon or nutmeg too if they could get it, and that stands out to Jo in her memory, that scent.
💕 for a love headcanon
Sitting still is a love language. She doesn’t realize she’s doing it, but she’ll rest. Fidget less too, unthinkingly. She’ll sit on the couch to listen to the radio instead of standing in the kitchen, or sit in a kitchen chair instead of immediately hopping up to do the dishes. She’ll let you play with her hair, sometimes, or make circles with your thumb on her hand (hi Joe). The contented sigh she makes against him, barely-there, is one of his favorite sounds.
[Character headcanon asks!]
#tysm lynn!#answered#stolemyspoons#jo's tag#did i steal that pancakes bit directly from my story doc? possibly
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One line, any fic
tagged by @bakageta
Rules: Pick any 10 of your fics and scroll somewhere in the midpoint, pick a line, and share it! Then tag 10 people!
I tag whoever wants to be tagged!
I think I will also be doing WIPs and finished fics, especially since the vast majority of my fics are WIPs lol.
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Auguries (BatFam), Chapter 1: He doesn't jump when fingers entwine with his and a slight weight leans against his shoulder. She doesn't speak, just stands there beside him. A warm presence in the cold.
The Myth of the Bat Part 1 (Batman Mythos series) (Batman fandom) (WIP): Some day, on Gotham's darkest night, when smog and the earth blots out the moon, Vicki is going to strangle Roger with his own stupid necktie.
But You Could Hide Beside Me Maybe For A While (FMA): Opening his eyes Ed tilts his head to look at Ling, finding him looking back. There’s no goofy smile on Ling’s face and Ed takes in again how that makes him seem so much more stern than he is. Still Ed kind of likes this look on Ling better than the goofy grins. This is the real Ling after all and Ling trusts Ed enough to show it to him.
Still Breathing (Rewrite) (BatFam) (WIP): More than anything Dick wishes he could just erase every nasty thing he ever said to the kid and start over from the very beginning. So that right now he could feel like he’d have the right to tell the kid he looks like shit when he wakes up and know that he and Jason could laugh about it. As it stands he knows that it’d just sound like another unfair criticism in a long long line of them.
Terminal Pun Disease (BatFam): Jason grimaces. “If you mean the latest additions to my ‘that’s gonna hurt like a bitch tomorrow’ list, they’ll mend. The case of compulsive pun disease I contracted from a certain someone way back when though, I’m afraid that’s terminal. One day it will absolutely be the death of me.”
We’ll Be Carrying Each Other (BatFam) (WIP): Despite all their arguments and everything Drake represents, Damian does not actually want him dead anymore. He blames Grayson for this. It certainly has nothing to do with Drake's winning personality.
Literal Drake (BatFam): Damian snarls right back at Tim like he thinks his display has anywhere near the same impact and that’s just adorable. Well, it would be, if he weren’t goading an actual dragon directly after Jason just prevented him from getting crispy-fried. Some gratitude. “Pathetic as usual, Drake. Even in a form where you have all the power you defer to Todd of all people! Shamef--”
Heavens Doors, Hell’s Gates (BatFam) (WIP): Hood chuckles, which sounds infinitely creepier through the voice modulator. “Yes, I do. Because you’re not stupid, Robin. You know how dangerous I am and exactly why I should terrify you. Now I suggest you use some of that self preservation instinct I hope Batman drilled into you and remember to stay far away from me. I might not be in so merciful a mood next time, little bird.”
Bad Influence (BatFam): “Well, you see, it’s very simple…” Jason eats the chip he fished from the bowl before continuing, “Fuck you. Fuck you is how.”
Rescue (BatFam) (WIP): “Ow.” Jason grumbles as he bangs his knee on the corner of the vent he's managed to crawl into. He really really hates being so damn huge sometimes. When he was a kid he could have crawled through spaces smaller than this one no problem. Now it's like stuffing an elephant in a horse trailer and this is the biggest vent in the entire place. Replacement owes him big time for this shit.
#tag game#I forgot my tag game tag and so did Tumblr#I need you all to understand just how much BatFam fanfic I write#There's 300+ files in my Bat Family folder#IT'S SO MUCH! And I'm kinda back into it so expect more in future#Argothia does the writing thing
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