#that he feels alright falling asleep and trusting him / Mike to protect him is sweet to me

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How they react to seeing their S/O crying

First scenarios are a go!

Cody

Will most definitely start panicking at your status and start asking you various questions.

“Are you okay? Did I do something? Do you need space? Should I hug you? Do I need to punch someone?” And you better believe he’ll do that last one based off that one scene of him and Duncan in World Tour.

Goes and brings his stash of candy to you for you to enjoy

If you don’t need space at the moment but instead comfort, you better believe this boy will turn into the biggest cuddlebug. His arms just wrapping around your entire body and him resting his head into the crook of your neck. Would totally start kissing you all over the face until you smiled and were laughing as you told him to stop in a lighthearted manner

Trust me, Cody is not leaving until there’s a smile on your face. Even if you ask for some space he’ll be sending you memes or stupid little drawings.

Also would totally do the really cheesy thing of wiping away your tears and resting the palm of his hand on your cheek so that you can lean into it.

Scott

Doesn’t really understand what’s going on at first. He’s clever, but he ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed at times.

“Why are you crying? It better not be somethin’ stupid, cuz, ya know, back on the farm-” cue you punching him in the face or on the shoulder

That’s when he’s like ‘Oh fuck, something is ACTUALLY wrong. Oh no this is a time where  I have to step up as a boyfriend oh no oh no’

Him awkwardly being all “So....um....what’s wrong?”

His face absolutely breaking upon seeing your shattered expression. Protective boyfriend mode = activated.

“Did someone hurt you? Babe, you better believe that I’ll go and make their life a living hell, trust me.” And then you just slowly shaking your head no and leaning your head onto his chest, which just makes this big softie melt.

Y’all cuddling for a long time until you eventually fall asleep on him and he’s just brooding on the fact that if someone did cause it, he really was gonna go and  beat them up, He doesn’t make idle threats, but for now, it’s just calm between the two of you.

Brick

He gets back from running one of his bi-hourly jogs with Jo to see your form shaking from under a blanket in the cabin. Since you’re under the blanket, he can only assume you’re not cold and immediately comes to the conclusion that you are upset

“Y/N! What has got you feeling so blue right now?” He would try to lower his voice for you, but his same tone only wavers a bit. Habits and all that.

You already know that this sweet boy will drop whatever other plans he had for today to stay in the cabin and comfort you until you were better.

He’d try to suggest going outside and getting some fresh air, but you two would go out for a bit and you’d either see the person who upset you or get reminded of your homesickness or whatever else made you sad, so you two would just go back inside.

Brick being Brick would probably find a way of accidentally making you laugh and he’ll just continue with that until you forgot why you were sad in the first place. 

Mike

Taking a break from the others, Mike finds you sitting on a rock near the beach with your head buried into your folded arms. He instantly comes jogging up to your side and sits across from you, gently saying your name which gets you to look up. When you ask for alone time, he softly shakes his head.

“I can’t leave you until I make sure you’re okay, Y/N. You know me, it’s good knowing that the people I care about are good.” Those words kind of put a smile on your face as you look at the gap toothed boy.

Mike counts this as the start of working your mood back up. He wouldn’t want to make you more sad by making you talk about what upset you, so instead he decides to start telling you funny stories of shenanigans his alters have caused.

“They’re quite the cast! I remember when Manitoba was really proud of himself for digging up some new material, but the guy was already a little bit tired so instead he was just holding some dried cow patty! Vito wouldn’t let him live it down for weeks!” More and more stories of that caliber, all of which would make you giggle in some way or another.

At some point, Mike ends up wrapping an arm around your shoulders and it’s become night time so you’re both just looking up into the stars. A nice serene way to forget about what was plaguing your mind earlier

Dakota

“O M G, babe, are you okay? Your skin is getting a little blotchy.” You would wince a little bit at that prompting her to apologize as you wipe one side of your face with your hand.

The blonde would sit next to you on the cabin bed and ask that you “spill the tea, sugar.

After telling her what’s wrong, she insists on taking care of you for the rest of the day. Bringing you any food she can scour off the island, asking the other teens of the cast to leave the two of you alone, and once your crying dies down a bit she starts doing your makeup.

“I like doing your makeup so much because it gives me a great view of your gorgeous face.”

This comment of Dakota’s immediately gets the waterworks started up again.

She starts panicking, thinking she said something wrong while carefully putting her makeup brushes down. You just shake your head and hug her tightly, to which she’s confused about, but reciprocates anyways.

Leshawna

This girl immediately hugs you as soon as she sees how distressed you are. She gives the best hugs ever, I would know, Fresh TV told me.

“Alright baby, tell me what’s got your feathers in a bunch! Leshawna will make all the problems go away.” Her voice is so calming at that point that you break down even more and choke out what’s been bothering you.

If it is someone, she would definitely start making threats, but wouldn’t dare to leave you alone in this state, so whoever did this to you would definitely get some knuckle sandwiches later.

The girl would take you back to her cabin and lay both of y’all down on her bed and softly sing to you (even if it’s not the best, it’s endearing.) Until you fall asleep in eachother’s arms.

Leshawna would be the first to wake up and would smile upon seeing your face, now with a soft smile instead of the heartbreaking expression it carried mere hours before. You were definitely her everything.

Heather

She really wants to keep up her mean façade like she does in front of everyone and say “ew, you’re showing emotions right now?” or something like that, but she decides that she could never do that to you. Even if anyone else was watching her at the moment.

Heather would take a seat next to you and put a hand on your shoulder. “Tell me what’s up.” And before you could say anything she interrupts, “and no, I won’t tell anyone what you tell me. I would never.” She made sure to keep both her hands up so you could see that she wasn’t crossing her fingers.

You let out a sigh and then hesitantly began telling her what’s up.

“Are you kidding? Hun, you need to put your game face on! Come with me.” She then grabs your hand and takes you around to do calming activities all around the island. Being bitchier to everyone else, but the most soft, kind, caring person in the world for you. She doesn’t let go of your hand at all just to let you know she’s there.

At the end of your day together, your tears long forgotten, both of you sat on a blanket watching the sunset, she looks over at you. “You ready to go kick some loser butt?” She says with a smirk, you sniffle a bit and nod yes. “Cool, lets go.” Her hand finally leaves yours, which saddens you, but she waits for you so you can head back to camp together. Who knew you could go a whole day with your girlfriend without her being TOO focused on the million?

Dawn

You thought you had found a quiet spot to let your feelings free under a shaded tree that may be capable of eating you any second, but how wrong you were. You nearly jump out of your skin when you hear a familiar soft voice speak, “your aura is stained with anguish. What is plaguing you so?”

Dawn’s statement startled you out of your tears for a bit until you began to explain to her what had happened with a shaky voice and it all became too much so you stopped talking.

The look on her face gave away that she knew more than she let on.

“Here Y/N breathe with me.” You would give her a confused look but go along with it since your girlfriend was weirdly knowledgeable in some areas.

“Very good. You’re shaky, but there’s nothing your position won’t fix. Here follow what I do.” Dawn got into a position perfect for breathing exercises and you followed suit. “Your chakras will align in the median in your body and your mind will be freed of its chains, do not be afraid.” She repeated the affirmations in a hushed tone as you two breathed with one another.

It was actually pretty calming. The sounds of the toxic island along with Dawn’s hushed voice made for the perfect aura around you two and you can’t remember a time when you have felt so at peace.

“I can sense that your aura is back to its normal state. Are you feeling any better?” The different words took you out of your zen and you looked up at her and nodded, which made her smile.

“That is nice to hear. Would you like to go look at the flowers with me?

#total drama #total drama island #total drama revenge of the island #total drama scenarios #total drama cody #total drama scott #total drama brick #total drama dakota #total drama leshawna #total drama heather #total drama dawn #total drama imagines #tdi imagines #tdi scenarios

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pairing: Bill Denbrough & Eddie Kaspbrak, Bill Denbrough/Mike Hanlon [Hanbrough], Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier [Reddie] written by: Diana rating: Teen word count: 1,594 prompt: Hi!!!! This is such a cool idea I’m excited to see what you guys come up with it! Can I get some adult losers, like married with kids maybe? Specifically Reddie and Hanbrough if possible

“Oh, thank fucking God!” Bill cried in relief as he scrambled to the front door. He opened it to reveal Richie and Eddie, the latter of which was holding their adorable daughter. “I thought you two would never get here!”

Eddie gave him a sharp look and shushed him as he made his way into the Hanlon house. “I just got her to sleep on the way here.” he whispered as he sat himself down on the couch, covering his daughter’s ear with his hand. “Do not wake my daughter up Bill- not unless you want to face the wrath of a cranky three year old.”

“Sorry, my bad!” Bill whispered back before adding, “Do you wanna go lay her down with Ellie? Mike’s reading her a book, trying to get her to fall asleep.”

“Is he reading her the ending of one of your books?” Richie teased. He smirked at the annoyed look Bill shot him. “Sorry, dude, as one of your best friends, I’m obligated to tell you the truth. Your books are bor—OW EDS!”

Eddie elbowed him, stopping Richie from finishing his sentence. As their daughter began to stir, Eddie elbowed him again and hissed, “Shut up, Richard! If Alex wakes up, I’m making you put her back to sleep.”

Richie rubbed at his side as he nodded his head solemnly. “I would rather not. You know I hate to see her cry.”

Eddie smiled at this, his angry face going soft. “Yeah, and she knows how to take advantage of that.”

“Okay... not that I don’t like a cute domestic moment,” Bill began, interrupting their conversation, “but I asked you guys over for dinner for a reason.”

Richie and Eddie exchanged a glance before looking back over at Bill. “What’s up?” Eddie asked at the same time that Richie said, “Are you two getting divorced?”

Bill just stared at Richie with wide eyes, unable to process what he had just asked. “Wha—NO! We’re not getting divorced...W-Why would you even ask that?”

“Sorry, I don’t know man.” Richie shrugged, not looking apologetic in the slightest. “Your tone was kind of serious. And we all know Mike’s too good for you anywa—OOF”

“That’s it! Get out of here, Rich.” Eddie said as he elbowed Richie again. He handed their daughter over to him. “Go take her to Ellie’s room with Mike.”

“Aww but Eds,” Richie whined as he complied and accepted Alex into his arms, “I wanna hear the hot gossip!”

“You can find out later,” Eddie said with a roll of his eyes. He pointed towards the hallway leading to the rooms. “You know I tell you everything anyway.”

Richie smiled and leaned over to give Eddie a quick kiss on the cheek before getting up. “You sure do. I have all the dirt on all our friends because of you, my love.”

“God, get a room.” Bill said and pretended to gag as Richie left the room. “You two are disgustingly sweet. I can’t stand it.”

Eddie laughed and leaned back into the couch and crossed his right leg over his left. “Says the forty year old man that cried just last week when Mike came home with—”

“Ok, ok, yeah I get it!” Bill lifted a hand to stop Eddie from continuing. “We’re all fools madly in love with our husbands. Can I just tell you what I have to say?”

“Alright,” Eddie said as he crossed his arms. “I’m all ears.”

“Well, Mike and I…” Bill hesitated, unsure of how to begin. “Listen, this is...this is beyond us. We’re going to need back up. I just don’t know how we’re going to handle this!”

Eddie gave him a puzzled look, trying to understand what Bill was saying. He watched Bill gesture wildly for a couple more moments before he reached over to stop his arms from continuing to move. “Alright, enough. What the fuck are you talking about, Bill? You’re kind of scaring me.”

“I just...We really need help, Eddie.” Bill pleaded. “We have no idea what the fuck we’re doing.”

Eddie sighed in frustration.. “Help with what Bill? Come on man, spit it out! I have no fucking idea what you’re talking about.”

“Ellie! What else?” Bill groaned. “Am I not making myself clear?”

“Uh...no??” Eddie looked at him as if he’d grown two heads. “Literally nothing you’ve said has made any sense?? It literally sounded like you were trying to tell me you and Mike were having issues…”

“No! Mike and I are fine. We’re great, actually.” Bill assured him. “It’s just… this whole parenting thing is even harder than we had expected.. Ellie’s our first child, and I don’t want to fuck this up! You know how it was growing up for me, Eddie.”

Eddie watched him worriedly and motioned for him to continue. If Bill needed him to listen, then that was exactly what he would do.

“M-my parents sucked.” Bill said as he choked back a sob. “I mean... my own father hit me with his fucking car and then barely batted an eye. I’m terrified that I’ll fuck this up, Eddie. I don’t want to be a bad father, I want Ellie to have all the love and attention that Georgie and I never got growing up. You and Rich have two adorable daughters that have everything they could ever want...That’s what I want for Ellie. Please, Eddie, tell me how to be a good father.”

“Jesus, Bill…” Eddie wiped a tear from his cheek as he placed a comforting hand on his friend’s back. “Listen…”

Eddie paused and tried to find the right words to say. Bill was right; his parents had been neglectful towards him and his brother growing up, but that didn’t mean Bill would be the same. Why would he be the same? Eddie could see just how worried Bill was about being a father, and he understood. He and Richie had been the same way when they brought home their first daughter, Emma.

Eddie had been scared of smothering her like his mother had done to him. He had even been too scared to hold her at first, worried that he would somehow harm the fragile human being he was now tasked with protecting. Richie had talked him through it, he’d patiently coaxed Eddie into holding her gently in his arms. Now, Eddie was more than happy with the family he had, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

He wanted that for Bill, too. He wanted Bill to see that his experience as a father would be nothing like his experience as a son. Bill was scared, and considering his childhood, it was a completely valid feeling. But Bill had a good heart, and he clearly cared so much about his daughter; he had what his parents lacked—an interest in the well being of his child.

“Listen, Billy...” Eddie said softly while he rubbed soothing circles on Bill’s back. “The fact that you’re even worried about fucking up shows just how different you are from your parents. You would NEVER in a million years neglect your daughter the way your parents neglected you and your brother.”

“Yeah but—“

“If it’s actually parenting tips you need, I’m here for you.” Eddie continued, not letting Bill protest. “I’ve got some nice, healthy recipes I can pass on to you that will trick Ellie into eating her veggies without a fuss. I can send you links to some nice classical music playlists for kids that’ll have her knocked out in no time. You’re bound to mess up, but not the way you think you will. You AND Mike have got this. We’re here for you. Hell, you took care of Georgie by yourself for years. There’s really no reason for you to be worried about messing up, you’re more than capable of taking care of Ellie.”

“Thanks Eddie,” Bill smiled at him, leaning over to rest his head on Eddie’s shoulder. “Mike’s been telling me we have nothing to worry about, that being a new parent is a process. I just...I guess I needed to hear it from an experienced parent that I’m not doing something wrong. I love Mikey, but that man can’t change a diaper to save his life. I’ve been so worried about Ellie getting diaper rash that—Why are you laughing?”

“Oh, it’s just—” he burst into more laughter now. “God, Bill, you sound just like me when we first became parents. This is literally...like this is literally step two of becoming a parent. Step one is the giddiness, the excitement of having a child. Step two is when the panic sets in. Trust me, you’ll get over it and before you know it, you’ll be on step three: relief.”

“Can’t wait for that.” Bill sighed and dreamed of the day he wouldn’t feel anxiety over being the caretaker of a small and vulnerable human being. Eddie was right though, he had taken care of Georgie for years all by himself. He could do this, he just needed someone to reassure him.

“You’ll get there soon.” Eddie assured him as he patted him on the back before standing up. He motioned towards where he had sent Richie. “Now, let’s go check on our husbands. This is the first dinner out we’ve had in weeks and I don’t trust Richie not to ruin it by waking up Alex or preventing your daughter from falling asleep with his Voices that, for some reason, all the kids fucking love.”

#hanbrough #hanbrough fic #reddie #reddie fic #bill denbrough #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #mike hanlon #ours #by diana #ours: hanbrough #ours: reddie #domestic #with kids #tw: child abuse #tw: neglect

[wellntruly]

STRANGER THINGS Recap: 2x03

Not that the last episode wasn’t good, but this one is really good. I had a ball rewatching this. Scary! Funny! Heartfelt! Plotty!

Pollywoggy.

Stranger Things 2, Chapter Three: ’The Pollywog’

Dustin has captured whatever was banging & rootling around in his trash in the Chekhov’s working ghost trap introduced last episode (wonderful), but then is captured in turn by his mom, bouncing up to find out how Halloween was. Mrs. Henderson is wearing furry tiger ears and is incidentally a fucking legend. You see where Dustin gets it. In fact, in short order both mother and son are loudly stage laughing to cover their respective frights like they’re vaudeville actors, god this family of legends.

At last Dusty escapes to his room, where one of the items of decor is just a 3-dimensional plastic snail affixed to his wall (legends), and apologetically evicts his turtle so that he can house his new garbage pet, a sorta...mutated hefty salamander-looking thing. Oh hun, I uh, don’t know about this one. This is a monster town, a town of monsters. Recall, my darling??

But no, Dustin does not seem to recall. He does have endearingly encyclopedic recall for everything he’s ever read though, you may recall, and christens the critter D’Artagnan after the Dumas character who forms one part of the trio his candy bar is named for. Then he falls asleep nomming on Smarties and reading a reference book about reptiles & amphibians. PROTECT THIS BOY.

I think it’s really lovely how we’re still building the story of how El ended up with Hopper through new little chapters dropped in by one. They’re so strictly chronological that instead of really feeling like flashbacks they’re more like a piecemeal prologue scattered through the first part of the season, providing answering emotional notes to the present action. And here after the credits, we get the moment Hopper and Eleven finally connected on one of his trips to the cache in the woods with a treasure of leftovers.

This sweet dance of like….god what’s the word for a courtship but it’s a found family? El looks so nervous, terrified, but that kind of terror that comes from stepping out to trust someone. She’s decided to trust him, and she’s hoping So Hard that she’s made the right choice. She’s asking, ‘Please’. And Hopper, he doesn’t make any movement toward her, doesn’t even say anything, he just solemnly takes off his hat in the winter air---an echoing gesture of vulnerability, my heart, that’s so emotionally intelligent! He bares his head and he looks back at her, and without a word, these two have formed an accord.

Today, Hopper is still trying to get El to talk to him after he broke his promise to come home early last night, and she’s still literally turning a cold shoulder on him under her quilt. “Alright,” Hopper sighs in her doorway, “I guess I’m just going to have to uh, enjoy this triple decker Eggo extravaganza all by myself.” HER EYES GO ON SWIVEL.

But soon after the ceremonial cutting of the Triple Decker Eggo Extravaganza, the peace accords break down. First though we get the moving reveal that Hopper knows she visits Mike in that blank black space, and after El speaks up that Mike needs her, Hopper warmly asks “You want me to go check on him?” Ahhhww?? He promises El that she’ll see him soon, real, present Mike who can hear her too, but that’s when El blows up. The word “soon” has been thrown around a bit too long for her liking, buddy. It’s beginning to feel like a LIE. And we know how El feels about THOSE. Friends don’t do it!

How do we feel about stealing though? Pretty fine, if her Eggo burgling exploits last season are anything to go off of. There’s a certain kid logic that I find bullheadedly charming, that basically goes like “it’s okay to just take stuff if you *really* need it.” You know how it is, sometimes despite your stirring declaration that “I am on a curiosity voyage, and I need these paddles to travel,” the librarian is disinclined to let you take out another five books, but you need ‘em, so what is a Dustin to do but grab & dash? It’s for science!

Will’s also on his way into school, being driven by Bob today. Bob is a kind-hearted and well-intentioned man who does a very kind-hearted and well-intentioned thing, and tells Will about how he got over his nightmares about a clown he saw when he was a kid. And under normal circumstances, just turning and facing the figment in your nightmares instead of running away might really work great! But these are not normal circumstances. For poor Will Byers, his monsters are unfortunately very real indeed. And I have a Foreboding, my friends.

At school, Max is trying to question Lucas about just what went down here last year. Yeah, you moved to an X-Files town girl, better start figuring that out now. Lucas carefully makes sure to quote the official story, instead of the actual Party line. But that story is still wild as hell tbh, and Max must feel like she’s really having a morning of it when they get to class and find out that today these EIGHTH GRADERS are being taught about PHINEAS GAGE?? What...is this curriculum....

Dustin bangs into the room late, right past Mr. Clarke’s big ol’ hand-made “Extra! Extra!!” news bulletin for “First Woman Walks in Space!!!” Mr. Clarke <33. And <3 my boy Dust-up, who begs Mr. Clarke to “please continue” (hilarious) and then promptly wheels around to stage whisper to his compatriots to meet him in the A/V room after class.

By the way, Mike’s sweater is magnificent. 10/10 would also wear. Catch my Fall Look “Dressing like a middle school boy in the 1980s”

Comedic plot exposition with Hopper and his officers, always a gr8 choice to make these exposition characters funny---like the science team in Hannibal. They can also provide ego-puncturing commentary on your mains, like Callahan’s mutedly frustrated “Why’s he gotta kick the door,” as Hopper barrels out. Because in marking the dead fields on a map, he suddenly saw a pattern emerging: concentric circles of rot, with an epicenter to it all. 

At Hopper’s cabin, El is weighing a breakthrough of her own, as in breaking through that door to the outside. First though, we see another chapter in how she got here: the one where Hopper brings her to his grandfather’s old place he’s been using for storage, surreptitiously hides a box labeled “Sara”—SYMBOLICAL—and after a truly excellent moment where Hopper starts dad-shimmying to Jim Croce while Eleven stares in bewilderment, they fix the place up together. That’s so goooood, because since she’s a part of sprucing it up, it makes it her home too.

After he’s shown her how he set up the trip-wire alarm system, Hopper outlines his three rules for safety, written down on little sheet of notebook paper. And today, El breaks each one in succession, and walks off toward town through the clear autumn air.

Meanwhile, at the gymnasium, Billy is chewing gum while playing basketball, which is not the only way in which he is asking for trouble. Mostly he’s asking it of Steve, with 100 tauntingly sexual tongue wags. It’s bizarre that Billy is so fixated on challenging Steve, since Billy himself points out that Steve’s not even King of the school anymore. In fact, I think Steve fell off that pedestal some time ago. And he was okay with it, because he had Nancy.

But now that’s rather a question isn’t it! They have a fight behind the gym when Nancy comes by to make him talk to her after Tina’s party, which evidently occurred on a weeknight (wow Hawkins teens, party hard). Turns out Nancy does not remember any of what *I* found to be a very memorable monologue, nor that the person who drove her home was not Steve but, as Steve himself gallantly puts it, “your other boyfriend, Jonathan.” What did I say. What did I say. Two teenage boyfriends the only adequate amount of teenage boyfriends!

But regarding this half of the boyfriends, Nancy thinks Steve shouldn’t be mad at her for things she said while she was drunk, and Steve thinks that Nancy should acknowledge that those things she said hurt him. They both have points! And come to no resolution here.

Meanwhile, in the dark of the A/V Club, a thrilled Dustin introduces the gang to D’Artagnan, who….definitely looks Larger. The rest of them are also like, uh, just from first impressions alone. Dustin is simply doting on this rather grody little pollywog creature, cooing at it about how he knows it hates the heat and light of the desk lamp. And the more Will stares at D’Art, the more he remembers coughing up something dark and slimy in his bathroom sink, and a creepy chittering sound he’s been hearing in the Upside Down, currently emanating from the polly-not in Dustin’s palm. Now it’s Will who has a FOREBODING.

With an uneasy feeling of his own nipping him along, Hopper rumbles into Hawkins Lab to confront Owens over the blighted pumpkins. Owens is like “crop magic? no no that’s not our bag, we’re paranormal only” and Hopper’s like “IF THE SHOE FITS, DR. NO-THANK-YOU.” He demands that the lab go test the fields. They had a deal: Hopper keeps quiet, and Owens keeps his weirdness out of Hopper’s town. ENSURE NOW, PLS.

On the topic of arrangements, rather rapt with curiosity over what accord Steve and Jonathan appear to have, as Jonathan is telling Nancy that actually Steve asked him to take her home last night. Jonathan Byers does not exactly seem the lying type, lads, meaning I’m taking this at face value, and ruuuunning with it!!

Nancy sits next to Jonathan on the hood of his car in her lovely grey woolen turtleneck (the Wheeler siblings are just setting the fucking standard for knitwear today), and ponders over what all their lives have become. She ponders until she is real mad. How dare these people be allowed to disrupt so many lives and get away with it? Her gaze pivots thoughtfully from a kid in the middle distance listening to his Walkman to Jonathan, who has proven amenable to her harebrained schemes in the past. “You want to skip fourth period?” she asks.

If it’s already almost fourth period, El better hurry up on her way to school! Stop freaking out local moms and get moving, hun!

Speaking of local moms, Joyce is ready to straight murder some local teens after learning from Bob that there’s video footage of them bullying Will on Halloween. As soon as she can Joyce runs back home, and proceeds to try to put a little JVC tape directly into her VCR player, god Winona Ryder I am CACKLING. Luckily, her boyfriend works at RadioShack. “It’s blue I think it’s working,” she announces after she’s gotten it connected and just hangs up on him, god I love Joyce on a mission. No time for no man!!

Bob was right, the bullies are pretty well obscured by masks and makeup, but after Will stands back up, staring into the night sky, Joyce notices something else. SHE SEES AN OUTLINE OF THE MANY-LEGGED MONSTER SHAPE IN STATIC. THIS V SPOOKY, FOREBODING, DIXON-STEIN MELODY STARTS PLAYING. AAAAH. Joyce scrambles to the kitchen, rips off a sheet of parchment paper, and frantically traces it right off the screen, hell yeah Mom, enterprising. It’s sure as hell that same hulking spiderbeast her boy has been drawing.

Her sweet boy, who is currently holding Mike back with the worry in his eyes, as the others rush ahead to bring Dustin’s new species to Mr. Clarke for his judgement. But before Dustin can finish establishing discovery rights and just show an adult this dang nightmare tadpole already, Mike cannonballs in to stop him, scooping up the trap in a rush. “We need to go, right now!” he shouts. “RIGHT NOW!” he bellows again as he bolts out the door. KID IS LIVING. HE THRIVES IN DRAMA.

The boys re-barricade themselves in the A/V room, this time with Max locked outside (and raging abt it) so they can discuss the Secret Knowledges. Will sheltered just behind his shoulder, Mike is arguing strongly for D’Art being a hellion of the Upside Down, and does not brook with it. He wants to take this thing straight to Hopper, which I love so much. Dustin thinks they shouldn’t jump to conclusions---but then the trap jumps about halfway across the table with a very alarming bang.

Mike immediately has a mic raised in his hand, 100% ready to flatten this creature.

Dustin: “Don’t hurt him!” Mike, eyes trained on the trap: “ONLY IF HE ATTACKS.”

They are all my sons, but Mike might especially be my son.

Of course, dauntless Max, with a bone to pick with this lot, picks the lock with a paperclip right when Dustin springs the trap open, and D’Art, popping out two back legs right in front of them, goes gallumping right out the door. The boys pile out after it, toppling over Max still knelt in the doorway, yelling and tumbling, it’s just SHEER CHAOS in the middle school hallway, literally ending on a close-up of Dustin with his finger pointing past the camera yelling after them “Don’t you hurt him!!” MAGNIFICENT. The Goonies WISHES their shouting tumults of children were this well edited.

The only thing to cut to after that is something quiet, which they dooooo, this show understands rhythm. Things are peaceful in the Wheeler house, where Karen is happy to see Jonathan come in with her daughter. That’s cute. A mom fave. Upstairs, Nancy calls Barb’s mom on the landline and instructs her to meet her at a park so she can tell her the truth about Barb. At some dark, smokey listening station, a man perks up. Trap: laid.

Wow hey, Dr. Owens did bring his whole team out to look at Hopper’s dead crops! The guys in white pick over a field while Hopper confronts how he’s gonna manage to keep this area cordoned off now, while Owens is like, ha ha, you get what you asked for. I’m enjoying this reluctant but decently functional relaysh quite a bit. But we’ll get back to that later, as right now Hopper gets a radio from Officer Powell, who relays that Murray may not have been so wrong about a strange Russian girl in the area. David Harbour’s entire energy transforms into full Dad Panic, and he peels out in his truck.

By now El has made it to the school, where she forlornly touches Mike’s bike, baby. Inside, the boys are casing the school. “East is clear,” Mike radios over, striding long-legged down the hall. “Where’d you go you little bastard” he mutters, crossing a connecting corridor and just missing El turning down it a second later, aaaahhhh.

Anyway I just searched “are there apps that will turn your phone into a walkie talkie”, if you’re wondering where I’m at.

In his own quadrant Dustin salutes Mr. Clarke, who salutes back as he walks out the door. Lucas hilariously jump-kicks a door open, because he also lives for drama, but in this style. And Mike takes on the empty gym, oh yikes. But all he finds is Max, who recognizes this as her chance to finally ask Mike why he hates her. Mike explains that he doesn’t hate her, he just wants nothing to do with her. …..Michael.

But as ever, Max is undaunted, and tries to convince Mike that he should want to be her friend because of her sweet skateboard skills. God I love children, this is so pure. And Mike is reluctantly beginning to get worn down, like the gym floor under Max’s wheels as she just loops perfect slow circles around him like “ehh?? pretty cool right”

And naturally, tragically, it is only this part that achingly lonely El sees from outside the doors, after Mike spent all the proceeding moments actively missing her so fiercely that his love was practically visible from 50 paces. No, El misses that part, and just sees the tail end where Mike is finally allowing himself to maybe loosen up one single inch, and y’now, perhaps consider possibly making a new friend. Possibly.

With that crushing jealousy of childhood, where friendships are sacred, and the thought that your best friend might have found someone else they like better while you’ve been away is one of the most frightening things you can imagine, El tosses her chin under her hurt eyes, pulling the skateboard out from under Max’s feet, and turns away.

Meanwhile, across the school, the Party’s cleric moves softly into a bathroom---ohh, of course. D’Art was born in a bathroom; he’s drawn back to it. Those cool tiles, the dimness. In the last stall, Will finds him. Like he seemed to know he would. He radios quietly over to the others, then gently tells the creature he’s not going to hurt him. But fate is never so gentle to Will in turn. :((( The beastie snarls at him, and pushes him back into the Upside Down.

Dustin is the first to make it to the rightside up bathroom, and on a reckless protective impulse, hides D’Art under his cap. Dustin! When the others rush in, he pretends the thing had already run off again. Mike’s like that’s great but kindly where the fuck is Will?

Will has run off through the empty hallways, under the crumbling ceilings and twisting vines, chased by what looks sort of like a tentacle-ier version of the Smoke Monster from Lost, until he is standing on the field outside the school. Eyes huge and desperately scared in the forever twilight of this place, Will decides he’ll try it, he’ll stand up to his monsters. MY BABY NO. BABY BABY NOOOO.

He turns and faces the massive creature, and screams at it to go away, just go away. But it does not go away. It surrounds him, and dark smoke rushes fast into his eyes and mouth. It is terrifying. Oh WILL. How much must my sweet boy suffer!!!!!

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This Boy - Chapter 30

a/n: im sorry its a little bit shorter than usual and i don't think its my best chapter by far. but please please please enjoy, the trial is coming soon!

~Paul's~

A young man from Liverpool, who had been beaten, battered and stamped on his entire life had settled down and married the love of his life: another man. I couldn't believe my luck, and now here we stood at 2AM, standing in front of the Eiffel Tower. John's eyes were glistening as he stared up at the tall building. "Crazy, innit?" John mumbled, not taking his eyes away. I stared at him intently. "What is, my love?" I raised an eyebrow as I noticed just how serious he looked. "It's just, y'know, how small and irrelevant we are. Looking up at this bloody monster, it kinda makes all our problems seem like nothin'." John rambled a bit. "Quite deep of you, isn't it?" I tried to joke with him, but he was being serious. "It just makes me think, love." John replied, brushing his hand against mine.

"You're not irrelevant. I think you could change the world if you wanted to." I told him as we began walking back toward the hotel. "I'd like to think so." John shook his head as he spoke, twisting around one last time to look at the Eiffel Tower. "I can't believe we have to go home in the morning." I complained. "I can't believe we got married." John chuckled, nudging my arm as we walked. I nodded in agreement. I wanted to remember this. I wanted to remember walking in the early morning with him underneath the stars of Paris, because lord knew what the future was going to bring for us. I was worried this would be one of our last happy memories, based on what could've happened at the trial.

"Stop thinking so much." John told me as he opened the door to the hotel for me. I smiled and giggled a little bit, loving the fact that he knew me that well. "Bed time, I believe." John grumbled as he threw his shirt on the ground and flopped down on the bed. "I'm not sure I want to leave." I complained again, lying down beside him. John quickly scooped me up into his arms and cuddled in close. "I love you so much, Paul." John said quietly, as if he thought I was already asleep. "I love you too." I whispered back. I lied in John's arms for quite some time, unable to fall asleep. John snored loudly, but that wasn't what was keeping me up. I was worried we had reached our peak.

I had never felt so much happiness as I had during our days in Paris. It all seemed too surreal. We were okay, we were happy, and we were together. I figured it had to end sometime, right? That was just the way my mind worked. Nothing stayed perfect for long. I wiggled out of John's arms, and stood by the window, lighting a cigarette. I stared out at the sun as it began to make an appearance. I stood by the window and smoked, rotating from sitting on the floor to standing back up, and watched the sun fully rise on the Paris skyline. I had almost felt guilty for allowing myself to have such happiness in Paris, always thinking I hadn't really deserved it... that I hadn't really deserved John. But I felt so happy, and I wished all moments could feel the way that one did. I knew I had been worrying for all the wrong reasons, but for now I could forget about it. Until we were home, anyway.

"Macca?" I finally heard John's groggy voice come from the bed. I spun around and slowly approached him, sitting down on the bed next to him. "Are you alright?" John asked, his eyes barely open and sensitive to the light shining through the window. "I'm great, love." I smiled and leaned down to kiss his forehead. "Bloody hell," John said, sitting up to stretch. "Have you gotten any sleep?" He asked, his arms raised above his head as he spoke. "Nah, couldn't." I shook my head. "Do we have time for tea?" John asked, looking around for the clock. "Yes, love. Then let's get on that plane home." I tried to keep smiling to hide the fact that I was absolutely petrified of going home, back to the place that caused all the pain and suffering.

...

"Doors locked." John said, puzzled, as he looked up at my house. I tried to peak into the windows, and even slide one of them open. "Quite late in the day to be out, but they must be." John shrugged, sitting down on the front stoop and lighting a cigarette. "It seems odd, Auntie Gin never locks the door John." I snatched the cigarette from him. John very well knew I wasn't giving it back either, so he shook his head and lit another one. "Don't worry yourself. We can head over to Mimi's if you like." John told me, patting the spot on the stoop next to him. "I'm to antsy." I shook my head and kept pacing back and forth in my front yard.

"Flying really messes ye up, doesn't it?" John lied back on the stoop, looking up at the dimming sky. "S'not that, John." I bit at my thumb nail, trying to keep the cigarette away from my nose as I did so. I wanted to tell myself I was overthinking, and that I should just be happy. But the fact that I had started being panicked and worried in Paris made it even more real for me. Something must have been wrong. "What is it then, m'love?" John asked me, sitting back up and resting his arms on his knees, hunched over. I felt my breathing begin to quicken. "I'm just overwhelmed, I think." I admitted, hoping he would drop it.

"All is well, m'love. We are happily married, we are safely home, and we are definitely going to make sure nothing goes down hill again. You have my word for it, Paul. Please calm down." John said with a soft voice. It was astonishing to me how quickly he picked up on my feelings and thoughts, and how well he could read me. "How'd you-" I tried to ask before he cut me off. "I know you, Macca. I haven't seen you as happy as you were in Paris for, well, hell. I've never seen you that happy before. But it obviously scared you, you're waiting for something bad to happen." John observed. The fact that he knew almost calmed me down. I sat down on the stoop next to him.

He casually leaned back, putting his arm behind me and pressing his weight into it. It was his way of publicly showing affection without people thinking it was that kind of affection. "I'm being daft, aren't I?" I asked. John chuckled and shook his head. "Definitely not, m'love. With the shit we've been through, it wouldn't surprised me if something else happened just to kick us down." As John spoke, he realized the worry wash over my face. My eyes had widened and my lips had parted. "We are so much stronger now, Paul. Things are different." John began as he lit another cigarette. "But you have to remember there are going to be bumps in the road, and things will get hard. I'll promise you never to let them get as hard as they were, and I will be here. I will always be here." John spoke quietly by the end of his sweet little speech.

"I hope you're right. The future is a bloody scary place, isn't it?" I asked, feeling quite calmed down by my new husband's words. "Tomorrow never knows." John smiled as he spoke, before puffing on his cigarette.

"Hold on." John stood up and began digging in my garden. "John!" I laughed. "What in the hell are you doing?" I stood up too and put a finger in his belt loop, pulling him back up. John had his signature John Lennon grin spread across his face. "We've been sitting out here, waiting and whining about, and there's been a bloody emergency key here the entire time!" He laughed as he spoke. I rolled my eyes and snatched the key from him, opening up the door. John grabbed our bags, I grabbed my guitar case and we walked inside the empty house. "I wonder where they are." I mumbled, mostly to myself as John and I kicked off our shoes. "We can unpack tomorrow. Come lay with me." John set our bags down and took my hands, pulling me onto the couch. I lied back on his chest and felt him place a few scattered kisses on the top of my head. "What if Gin and Mike come home to find us cuddling and snogging on the couch?" I asked, chuckling because I knew he was too comfortable to care. "Mike won't mind. We'll just have to convince Gin that she was drunk or somethin'." John laughed at his own joke a little bit too long, before yawning and settling his chin on my head.

"You didn't even sleep on the way home, love." John mumbled into my hair. "I know." I yawned too, shifting my body to get more comfortable on him. He began running his fingers softly up and down my arm and began humming a simple tune. I closed my eyes and began focusing solely on how his touch felt and how his voice sounded. They were both such reassuring sounds. They reminded me of all the times he had truly been there for me, and as he had even said in his vows, I was his greatest challenge. His words rang in my head.

I will always be here. Would he? Of course he would..

We are so much stronger now, Paul. Were we stronger, though? Or were we just used to the pain?

Things are different. That I could believe, it was the length of time that it would be different that I was concerned about.

John's nonsensical humming soon turned to soft snores, and he was asleep again. I was not far behind him, there.

Tomorrow never knows.  

John was right. All I could do was relax, and try to trust that things were going to work out for Mike, Gin, Mimi, John and I. We had knocked one important thing off our list of to-do's: Get married. The next one was going to be a lot more difficult and a lot more mentally trying, exhausting and brutal: Send Jim McCartney to jail. I knew how terrible it would be to see him again, but to protect John, Mike, and even myself, I knew that this was something I had to do. And even if it was the last thing I did, I'd put Jim McCartney away for good.

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