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mmcgemino · 2 days

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How I almost went on stage with Gene Simmons (and also a heavy vent)

Today was the first day of Summer Breeze here in Brasil and Gene’s on the headline. I traveled 8 hours just to see him and Sebastian Bach play. I was so excited to see them and my mind was set on giving Gene a poster and a letter. I really wanted to give him a piece of my work and say how much KISS changed my life.

There was going to be a signing session at 3pm and when arrived there at 11am there was already a line. No problem for me, honestly, I could wait. But then somebody from the staff told us that the time changed for 7pm. I didn’t want the whole day of festival + Sebastian’s show, so I gave up on that.

Sebastian Bach’s show was amazing (I even got an autograph!). It was kinda short but I still had a lot of fun. Next would be Mr. Big (that I didn’t bother to watch) and then, finally, Gene’s band.

God, I was right in front of him. LITERALLY. This was my view the whole show:

I was SO close from the stage, already at the barrier (is that the right name in english?) It was actually funny, because the first thing he did when he finished the first song was to point at me and say with eyes wide opened: sua bunda é linda! That’s a silly thing he says every time he’s in Brasil. (There’s a video of him saying it on a tv show just for reference). I also had some silly interactions with him, like me motion grabbing his tits and him looking shocked. Honestly, if the show ended like that it would be just fine. I’ve never been this close to someone who’s so important to me, much less recognizing my presence and being silly with me. Hell, I didn’t even care about my letter anymore. It was a kick ass show.

But in the last song (that was obviously Rock n Roll All Night), he started calling a lot of girls on stage. There were some in front of me, between the tiny gap separating the stage from the fans. I guess they were sponsors, photographers or idk, more than VIP. But then he pointed at me and called me!!! What ??!????? It sounds just like a fanfic, unbelievable. And I swear on all my family that I ain’t lying. I crossed that barrier with the help of other people and ran backstage.

To have Gene pointing at YOU and calling YOU to be on stage with him is once in a lifetime. To be ON STAGE, my literal dream and goal in life. What I’ve been working for the past couple of years. To have the chance to give my letter to him and even sing by his side. With Gene fucking Simmons from KISS, my favorite band.

But when I got backstage, they told me that I couldn’t go. “There’s too many girls there.” I was the last one he picked and the only one who didn’t make it. I begged that guy, not from Gene’s production but from the event. I even cried. The securities around me were sorry but if I didn’t leave, their jobs would be on the line. I couldn’t even see the man leave the stage. I couldn’t even see the show end.

I don’t know what I’m supposed to do from now on. There’s nothing to say, no consolation prize, nothing. “But there will be other shows, other opportunities”, that’s the kind of bullshit that I had to hear. No, there won’t be another Gene Simmons in Brasil calling me to be on stage. My life could have been changed forever.

I was never lucky, never won any raffles or had accomplished great achievements in life. In my letter, the first thing I wrote (as cheesy as it is) “If you’re reading this, everything is possible”. I also wrote how KISS literally changed my life when I went on their last tour here in Brasil, how they took me out of a really bad place and made me run after my dreams. It seems silly, part of me feels like an idiot to be that sad. But I just can’t get over this, can’t have any consolation on that. To be always “almost there” but never actually “there”.

Also, this is the poster I wanted to give him:

The quality is crap and I definitely could do better if I had more time. But I gave my all making it.

Sorry for the long post and the crappy sob story. This just happened like 2 hours ago and everything is still fresh. I decided to write this post because I wanted to share my frustration with people who understand that it was a once in a lifetime opportunity.

(Fun fact his pants were tearing up but nobody told him)

#kiss band #kiss army #gene simmons #the demon #gene simmons band #tldr: gene called me on stage #backstage guy said no #lost the opportunity of a lifetime #vent

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watchyourbuck · 6 months

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Inspiration Saturday | Murder Husbands AU

"Did you kill him?" asked Buck, walking towards Eddie with his gun low. "Is it done?"

There was a hint of worry in his voice. It had been a long night; longer than they had expected. His eyes searched for an answer, analyzing his face.

Eddie nodded, grinning. "It's done, baby, just like you asked me." He took a step, cutting the remaining distance between them.

Buck exhaled contently, a smirk rapidly taking over his face. He reached for Eddie's body, grabbig him by the neck and lifting him up, kissing him passionately.

"That's what I like to hear," he whispered, choking him harder. "You'll get your reward."

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#I’m having so much fun with this fanfic #i haven’t loved a wip the way I love this one in years #years yo #I know it’s very niche but I hope y’all like it #buddie #911 fox #911 #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 tv show #evan buck buckley #buck x eddie #buck and eddie #911 abc #buddie moodboard #buddie fic #buddie fanfiction #buddie wip

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blaithnne · 7 months

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The adhd urge to post every chapter immediately after writing it vs the autism urge to wait until the entire fanfic is finished and has pictures to go along with it before even mentioning it exists

#on the bright side I’m having fun #haven’t written properly in so long #gonna try and get maybe 5-6 chapters written before publishing?#depending on how long they take #cause I wanna at least get the first few chapters out before season 3 #but I also want to like. wait until I have everything written before publishing #and also I want to publish what I have written now immedeitly #thank god I can share it with my friends I dragged into proofreading for me otherwise I’d be going insane LMAO #audhd is wild cause sometimes the symptoms contradict t eachother so much #that they cancel eachother out and you just can’t do anything #hilda #netflix hilda #hilda netflix #hilda the series #fanfic #textpost #Sadie thinkin

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ashadeintheshade · 2 months

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“Do you see, Christine?”

She saw, but she hardly dared to put it into words, hardly dared to believe.

“I am your music,” he said. “And you are my voice. Do you see?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“We will astonish the world.”

“Yes.” His eyes are so yellow, she thought. So unique. Call me dove. Call me darling. Call me dove and I’m yours.

City of Angels, Chapter 14

#city of angels #chapter 14 #coa #my fic #honestly I’m having so much fun posting this #I love it and I love you guys for reading it #thank you for going on this journey with me!#phantom of the opera fanfic #fanfiction #poto fanfiction #modern phantom AU #E/C #erik/christine

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hcdragonwrites · 8 months

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Barbed Words (@journey-to-the-au Fic) Part 2 Tea Trouble

So…. This has turned into …,,, three parts. Yes. Three. There’s a lot of dialogue and I… yeah. It’s a lot of different characters talking a bit. So … ENJOY- I’ll post the last part later today.

The day couldn’t have been more perfect on the mountain. The sun was shedding glorious warmth upon Willows back. She was dressed in her finest court attire to impress upon her sisters. Willow would have been in her more relaxed attire but today… was not the day to buck courtly garb in the sisters eyes. They would be dressed just as she, hair done in loops and paint pressed to lips, as the court dictated. Willow would not let her dress be the reason her sisters turned their nose up at her home.

She would impress those same sisters who came stepping off their celestial mounts with the grace of clouds. But It was like the mountain had heard Willows frantic beating heart and had bent to kiss her brow in comfort. The apple blossoms were in full bloom, the scent heady and sweet on the air. The grass was perfectly green and soft beneath the blanket she was settled on. The tree they were beneath was one strong Honeysuckle, it’s emerald leaves chattering in the breeze as if in welcome to the six sisters who walked forward. The morning dew had not burnt off yet which led to a coolness in the ground Willow could feel. Nature was in its best and most beautiful untamed self.

As her sisters steeds touched ground, a monkey named Ocean and his sister Spray stepped forward and collected the horses. The celestial beasts would be put to pasture to enjoy the days warmth and beauty. Which seemed just fine to the horses, as they swished cloud bobbed tails or snorted vapor into the warming air.

That spring air was fresh and the mountain felt it- the troop was out and about. Littles played and tussled between brambles and thickets. Mothers groomed and talked about their babes or gossiped about their mates in trees with low slung branches. Fathers were about, either tussling with others of the troop or collecting foods and polishing weapons. Unmated males, those who felt the spring air a bit too warmly, strutted and fastidiously groomed themselves. Then they would make their way to the bend in the river where the Water Curtain Caves spray coloured the air in a rainbow. Here the bachelorettes of the troop would be sunbathing. Here they would braid flowers and feathers into fur, and blush or chuckle at the sauntering show ponies who walked by to woo their besotted.

The laughter and the noise of the day was like music to Willow. Her Earthen family was about her, frolicking and living life. It set a small bit of her tension to ease.

Thank you Huaguoshan, Willow quietly said, wanting to kiss her mountain home. It had put on its best colors, it’s most beautiful and harmonious of welcomes. Wukong was dressed in battle regalia, soft leathers and polished armour that could set the suns rays to envy. He had dressed as king upon her request, kneeling beside her as the celestial sisters walked forward.

Summer Turning Flower was the forefront, dressed in greens and embroidered in a stitch of golden apples along the hem and wrists. Willow greeted Summer warmly with smile and a hug as her second sister knelt.

“Oh Willow its so GOOD to see you! A veritable beauty among the beasts.” Summer smiled to her.

Ah… was that intended ? Willow looked into her sisters eyes as they parted. She tried to figure out just what could have happened - or what that had been about. Was it an intentional saying ? Her sister had stepped back, casting her eyes downward.

“Hello Great Sage.” Summer bowed to Wukong, head low.

“Arise sister in law. You need not treat me with courtly courtesy. Wukong will do for my family.” Willows heart wanted to stretch in warmth at Wukongs kindness.

“Oh good.” Winter Frosted Grace sighed. She dropped onto the blanket with only the confidence that she could exude. Her ice blue robes crumpled beneath her as she sat, letting go of stately decorum for her posture. “I have had enough bowing to break a back for one day.”

“Was it a rough time in the palace then?” Willow asked.

“Oh sister dear,” Winter sighed, snapping a fan from a sleeve to wave at her face. “You have no idea. On this escapade I had three suitors try and prevent me from leaving. All of them beseeched me to reconsider for the ‘Grace of Heaven cannot loose another to the Savages’”

As Summer laughed Willow felt a bit of rage begin to build in her. A second slight. This time directly at myself. A small wave battered inside her, hitting against the sea wall she had erected all those years ago. Willow looked to Wukong. He seemed fine- his eyes not betraying the friendly warmth it still held.

“Of course I told the fat man to take his worries back to his mistress beneath the peach blossom trees.” Winter flapped a hand with the fan, as if blowing the man away. “I have no interest in any man so foolish as to think me to flights of fancy.”

At least it is only me they target so. She could handle that. Willow had dealt with plenty a honey coated barb from her sisters.

Another crash of that ocean inside her.

Autumn Leaves Falling, dressed in her habitual golden and browns, was stopped talking to Liu just several paces away. The Marshal had agreed so courteously to be the guard today, to play the role of protector. And though Wukong had tried to dissuade his dear friend, Liu had simply stared him down.

“It is to honor our Lady Willow. To make a show that Huaguoshan is well kept in both beauty and manners.” Liu had said. The Marshal would hear no more of it, his mind set.

The monkey greeted Willows laughing sister with kindness and such delicate court courtesy that Willow felt a wave of love swamp her little anger. Liu, of all the monkeys besides Wukong, knew how nervous Willow had grown. He was always carefully watching everyone and had seen how she had begun to pace It had been He who had first told Wukong of her exertions to the caves after bed to start gathering materials and go over supplies. That had been several months ago when the little bit of chill still hung in the air.

As Autumn came gayly up, she was surpassed by Wind Over Sea and Weaves The Clouds. They came in a whirlwind, laughing and tumbling over eachother. They fell head first into the blanket, grabbing and tugging at one another.

Wukongs quick thinking pulled the tea tray and treats up and away before the sisters could crash into the set and make a mess.

“You cheater!” Cloud accused.

“I didn’t cheat at anything!” Sea countered.

“You wagered and lost!”

“I didn’t wager a thing!”

Wukong set the tray aside with grace and pulled the sisters apart with ease as if her were picking two ladybirds up from a rose bush.

“What is this I hear of a wager ?” He asked.

“Sea made a bet that she has no intention of keeping!” Cloud accused, crossing her arms.

“You didn’t win though!” Sea began, voice rising.

Oh good Greif. Of her sisters, Cloud and Sea got into the most trouble together. It was almost as if they took after their namesakes- each feeding off the other and bringing a storm to blow into court. Cloud was game for any challenge, to prove herself in any contest placed before her. She would get along with Wukong, Willow had thought many a time.

Sea was sly and always seeking mischief. Being the second youngest sister meant she did not leave a lasting impression upon the court. She was too far down the birth order for some to set their sons or themselves to courting. Or she was too ambiguous in courtly power to try an ally with. So Sea had found another way to get attention: pranking.

It seemed like this spat was just the typical stirring of the pot Sea would create.

“I will have peace this day for my wife’s sake.” Wukong admonished them both. Sea at least had the propriety to send a sheepish glance her eldest Sisters way.

“As King of Huaguoshan I will hold court.” And Wukong set the two sisters down taking a very mocking and kingly air. Willow giggled and Autumn chortled while Winter looked on with a tired gaze.

“Oh a game!” Little Weaver Girl came bounding up, the last and youngest of the sisters. Willow saw the genuine smile on her baby sisters face as she settled on the edge of the blanket, her body wriggling in excitement. Little was the gem, the glowing jewel, of the court. She was beloved by all for she was the youngest, the most open, and the one to create the unrivaled robes of their Fathers attire.

“Honestly these two gamble over the stupidest bets.” Winter snorted. She grabbed a teacake, sniffing it before taking a bite.

“I think it’s adorable.” Autumn smiled. She looked back to Liu who stood at attention. “Especially as they play act at courtly politeness.”

Play act ? The water in Willow swirled again, sharks smelling rage. Liu was never Play acting. Of all the world, the Marshal could rival generals in Heaven with his respect and kindness. Willow had to bite her tongue, fingers curling into her sleeve.

“Speak first Sister Cloud.” Wukong intoned, taking to the game quickly and with joy. “What sort of wager did you get cheated out of?”

“We bet to see how many colours of Monkeys we would see!” Cloud glared at her sister who stuck a tongue out.

“A fine wager.” Wukong agreed, looking out over the monkeys who walked by. Willow ignored how her sister Summer curled away from the friendly faces of her earthly family. Or at least she tried to.

Sand Crane, a kind old monkey slowly approached the party. She was one of the older grannies, face worn and leathered by the sun and laughter lines. She walked up to Willow, her smile making her eyes crinkle at the corner.

“For you, Dear one.” And she unfurled her hand. On her palm were some of the ripest berries plucked from a raspberry patch that Willow had every seen. The little gems were large and swelled with tart juice.

“Thank you Sand Crane.” Willow bowed.

“I picked them myself this morning.” The great old monkeys silvered muzzle and hair flashed like moonbeams in the sun. “The east mountain gets a nice breeze this year from the sea. The berries should be sweet for you and your sisters.” Without a second glance, the old matriarch stepped to the side, slipping into a throng of old grannies who set to chatter. Willow held the berries like gold. The east side of the mountain was steeper, the ever present monsoon rains having carved the terrible rock into a steep and slippery trap.

Sand Crane had quietly given her a great gift and had reassured her in a simple gesture. We love you, We want the best for you. Willow felt a swell of love threaten spill from behind her eyes.

I cant cry. I will cry later. And I will find that old grandmother and give her a hug for her kind words.

Willow slipped a cool berry into her mouth. The juice burst on her tongue, made all the sweeter by the gesture. Summer was watching her with a befuddled expression.

“Here- I know how much you love Raspberries!” She held her hand out to her sister.

“You are going to eat that ?” Summer asked from behind a polite smile.

It hit Willow like a slap.

Willow pulled back politely, taking the berries in her hand and keeping the fingers uncurled. She would not. Could not. Make a scene. These had been loving picked and given to me. Sand Crane had thought of me and had gone out of her way to gather them…

The waves inside Willow were crashing.

“And what was your guess?” Wukongs voice had Willow come back from that crashing anger, from that perilous rising sea. She saw the Monkey King mediating between her two younger sisters who had significantly calmed down.

“Twenty five colours.” Cloud said with a sniff.

“Alright. And Sister Sea what wager did you set ?” Wukong asked.

Seas smile was sly, a fox curling its lips around a chickens throat. “I said as many as the rainbow.”

“Which is not FAIR!” Cloud accused, throwing one finger in Seas face. Autumn laughed at the antics. Little simply helped herself to another mooncake, used to her sisters competing.

“But there IS A RAINBOW.” Sea insisted.

“No there isn’t !” Cloud spat like a cat.

“THERE IS RIGHT THERE - AND THEIR ARE MONKEYS BENEATH IT!” Sea hissed back, pointing to the waterfall spray that threw a perpetual mist into the air.

“That’s not a Heaven made one so it does not count!” Cloud sniffed. “It’s not a proper rainbow.”

It may have been the past barbs from Winter and Summer, but this phrasing following so close to Summers rejection to Sand Cranes gift- it stung already sore places. Willow couldn’t hide the small falling of her smile.

“A trickster then is Sister Sea.” Wukong leaned into the two fighting groups, giving a wink to Sea who chuckled.

“Do not make wagers with tricksters dear sisters.” Wukong philosophized, placing his hands behind his back to take a bit of a haughty air. “Especially if they are tricksters you call sister.”

“Aren’t you a trickster ?” Summer asked pointedly, her eyes sliding to Willow. What is that look ment to communicate ? Was she implying that Wukong was not to be trusted? That she had somehow been hoodwinked to come here ?

“Why yes.” Her friend rolled the sharper comment off his shoulder, letting the barb fall harmlessly. Or not recognizing the pointed slight. “ I am the best and most well know of cunning minded and sharp witted tricksters in stories. There are lessons to be learned in many a thing I have done.”

“Could you tell us Wukong?” Little asked around a mouthful of coconut cakes.

“Of course.” He leaned over and grabbed a napkin to wipe Littles face clean. Summer shivered and Winter fanned herself, puffing about the stuffy air. Hold it together Willow. She felt the waves rising, the surf surging in her heart. Wukong was being so gentlemanly. He was poised and well mannered. He was taking care of Little like he would any of his troop. It touched Willow with love. It also made her want to actually freeze her sisters in ice. Or politely push them into a rice field. On accident.

Maybe a good dunking will make them come to their senses.

“Now did I tell you of the time I dressed as my brother Bahjies Ex Wife to trick him into divorce ?” Wukong implored and Cloud, Sea and Little all clambered forward.

Whatever slights these three had said were not meant. It obviously had tickled down from on high. Willow saw the elder of her sister in the corner of her eyes. As Wukong launched into his story of disguise and acting, Willow took to leaning back and gauging the elders of the group. Autumn seemed fine- more amused by the journey and curious. Malicious no. Or maybe ignorant in how malicious her comments come off.

“It’s so hot dear Willow.. why is the air so … pungent?” Winter snapped her fingers and Willow felt her body go ridged. “Where’s the servant with some cold water ? I’m dying in this heat…”

Another slam into the sea wall inside herself.

“I will get it for you dear sister.” Willow said, rising from her place and stepping to the path that would lead to Water Curtain Cave.

“No servants to fetch things?” Summer cast about her, taking in the multitude of simians frolicking and enjoying the air. “No help for a daughter of the Royal family?”

Another crash of that wave.

“I prefer to get things myself instead of relying on others. I wouldn’t want to atrophy with the lack of movement.” It was a very sharp and direct barb but Willow had to deliver the reprimand. Summer had a tendency in court to be sloth like, relying on others to fan her or asking to be carried by palanquin. The harsher and more viceroys women of the palace said it was because Summer wanted to remain diminutive of stature and demur of nature. “All the better to woo our men.” One women, had whispered loudly. Willow would usually not try and use the court gossip to make a point. However … her patience was skating thin. She heard more then saw the intake of air as she walked away.

She hoped that was the last of it.

Willow entered the cave beneath the waterfall feeling a rush of emotions. Today was supposed to be lovely. It was supposed to be like that day back when the sisters had first crept to the earthly river, when they had all been girls and had laughed at the pleasure of just being.

Winter was miserable and melting and growing more corse by the second. Autumn found amusements in Lius severity thinking it was a game when the Marshal meant every word.

If she knew the courtesies Liu had she would never look to another man of the Palace. He’s worth twelve of those vipers in manners and in genuine heart.

Then there was Summer. Her second sister. The one who had the most aversion. Who had turned her nose up at a polite gesture. Willow felt her blood boil.

Willow pressed her hand to the cold stone of the cave, trying to take some of the chill into her blood. She did not want to cause a scene. Even though her sisters were digging for it.

#hcwrites #writing stuff #hcfanfics #for journey to the au #jttw au #jttw tag #jttw fanfic #sun wukong #earth reaching willow #Am I throwing the general tags up first? mayyyybe #I had this bit already done but … I checked the page count and #I realized I had so much dialouge #I really DIDNT want to shove it all into one long ass bit.#so … three parts #pftttt.#I got sucked into it again BUT IT WAS FUN #I just Hope the next part comes off the way I want it to #poor Willow her elder sisters are such brats.#the younger ones I’m just saying they don’t really know better #it’s kinda like how when you have an older sib and you wanna fit in and act like they do so you parrot what they say #I loved creating the names of the sisters it was so fun- I forgot that Willow made up the seventh sister and went “Woops one sister too many #and I had to delete that sister.#she was gonna be a sleepy sheepy sister but I think this is a good mix #Wukong wants to impress and Liu does too #the whole mountain wants to #I didnt write Xinshu in because … well. if she is here for the next bit I think she will kill someone #so Xinshu is Away getting angry at some pretty boy face #I also threw in a random grandma monkey just because - if I threw in Courage or Wisdom then it would have went a whole different #direction #jttw monkey king

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ghosttotheparty · 4 months

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i’ll still be here after daybreak 3

originally posted on twitter // also on ao3 // prev

it’s not necessarily that steve thinks he has a ghost. but over the past few years, he’s learned to not rule anything out. he’s never thought that his house might be haunted before.

he doesn’t remember any sort of paranormal experiences when he was kid; after all, his house was built just a few years before he was born, and he doesn’t think he’s ever heard of any kind of burials or anything on the land the house is on. of course, hawkins is haunted in a way.

but this is different. the lights never flicker in the house, he’s made sure to check. but things keep moving.

nothing important, really. honestly, he wouldn’t be surprised if all his concussions are finally catching up and are just fucking with his memory.

but it’s weird. his hairspray bottles keep finding their way to the ground while he’s out, even though he places them away from the edge of his dresser. the photos on the surface are seemingly rifled through, spread like cards. his keys are moved across his bedside table one day as he’s getting dressed. and then the ring, eddie’s ring, is knocked off the table, and for a moment steve is pissed, protective and defensive and kind of territorial.

that’s how it starts, at least.

little things. items moving across tables, falling to the floor, only ever in his room. and then he can’t find his keys as he’s trying to leave, already running late. and he finds them under the table, like someone’s playing a stupid prank.

when he’s gone, it (whatever it may be) stays in his room. messes with his hairspray and photos, knocks aside his shoes, tugs his towel down from te back of his door. but when he’s home, it seems to follow him around.

it never does anything while steve is looking. while his back is turned, glasses will be moved across the counter, or the remote will be moved to the other side of the sofa, just out of reach. it’s rude, really, but steve can’t really help but be amused.

and then he’s filling a glass of water. he’s tired, just woken up but feeling oddly fine, and he doesn’t notice the water is still warm from washing the dishes last night. he sighs, preparing to lift his hand, to tip his glass over to empty it and start over.

and then the faucet turns. all by itself. as he watches.

he doesn’t move, watching as it turns slowly toward the blue, as the water gradually clears as it falls into his glass. he blinks blankly. until he realises that his glass is overflowing now, and he’s just been staring.

he reaches out and shuts the water off, holding the glass over the sink as he continues to stare at it. it’s filled to the rim, the shape of his fingers distorting a little as the water ripples. his hand is shaking.

and he feels like someone is watching him. looking. staring. waiting. it’s like the room has filled with a mist, a haze, like it’s gone thick as he just stands here and looks at the water in his hand.

‘…thank you,’ he says quietly, his voice rough with sleep.

and the air seems to clear. like it is satisfied. content.

steve suppresses a smile as he leans toward the glass, lifting it to his lips.

so he talks to it. he knows it seems fucking insane, talking to air, but it also just feels… fine.

he doesn’t tell anyone else. robin seems to notice that he’s been more fine lately, but she doesn’t ask any questions, like she’ll jinx it or something.

and maybe he should tell someone. maybe it’s upside-down related, and it could be an early signal of the end of the world, but it doesn’t feel like it. whatever it is, it feels nicer, somehow.

and steve doesn’t think he’s alone in thinking it; el seems to notice that something is off the next time she comes over for a movie night. steve stops when he sees her in the hallway, looking into the dark.

she looks confused. her head is tilted like she’s listening for something, like she’s a perplexed dog. her eyes flicker across the hall for a few moments before they stop, and she stares, her expression unreadable like it usually is.

‘el?’ steve says softly. she startles. ‘you okay?’

she looks back down the hall for a moment, seeming to hesitate, and then she smiles up at steve, her expression clearing.

‘i’m okay,’ she says lightly. ‘where do you keep your extra blankets?’

‘there’s no way you guys need more blankets,’ he says, ignoring the way the stone is his stomach hasn’t gone away. el looks at him like a puppy again, pouting just the slightest bit.

‘please?’

steve rolls his eyes fondly.

‘there’s a linen closet down the hall.’

she beams and skips away without turning on the light.

steve watches for another moment, hesitating. the hall bends to the right, and el disappears after a second. the others are all in the living room; he can hear them all, laughing and bickering and bantering, but the air feels thick again.

the light at the end of the hallway turns on, and he sees it seeping into the dark. he can vaguely see el’s shadow, and it’s still for a few moments before she moves, reaches up to grab blankets, holding them to herself and then setting them down.

steve shivers. he can’t bring himself to move. there’s a weight that’s settled on his shoulders, kind of like he’s being looked at again, but different. like el is being followed. like steve needs to stay, just in case.

it’s stupid, he knows. there’s nothing there. it’s just an empty hallway. but he stays, watches the darkness desperately, the sounds of the others having fun muffled into silence as steve stands. and waits. and watches.

until el comes back, startling steve as she appears suddenly.

she’s carrying a pile of folded blankets, and she looks at him over them, eyes shining brightly, half-smiling.

‘are you okay?’ she asks lightly. he blinks.

‘uh, yeah.’ he glances back down the hall. the light is still on. ‘you got everything you need?’

‘yes. joyce says i like to be bundled up.’

‘i know you do,’ steve says. he reaches to wrap an arm around her shoulders and tugs her toward the living room, glancing over his shoulder just in time to see the light at the end of the hall turn off.

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