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deadghosy · 11 days
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HAZBIN HOTEL X ALBERT/FLAMINGO! READER
prompt: after causing chaos in life is paradise, you accidentally clicked the wrong “alt” button.
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Oh wow- listen…I’m in my Albert phase guys…so yeah. ANYWAYSSS-
You just got done making your Roblox video as you wanted to exit out of it. You were going for the alt + 4 button only for the alt to look red and shine into your face. The light blinding your sight made you scream as you opened your eyes to see you are in a new area.
…. “Am I in hell…” you said in a high pitch voice. You panicked out a pitch scream gaining weird looks from the sinners. You still kept your human look but as you screamed, the control panel of admins show up. You stopped screaming immediately with an “oh.” And smiled evily
After wrecking most of the pride ring, you felt tired. Seeing an advertisement on tv about a hotel that redeems sinners, you thought maybe you could do some good here. So you pulled out a keyboard and type to teleport to the said hotel
You can go into the wrath, pride, and gluttony ring. It’s pretty real as you have the wrath to destroy things when pissed off. You’re prideful that you can’t be destroyed, and you have the gluttony to eat. A lot.
I can see you just having a small flamingo demon pet following you around. Literally you would make it bite and stab people. You taught it how to do the billy bounce.
The crew most definitely thought you were schizophrenic because you talk out loud as if you were talking to someone 
BIG HEADCANNON THAT YOU HAVE ZOOMIES AROUND THE HOTEL😭
“I start stabbing, now that the lights are out?” “Albert/Reader, please no.” Charlie says holding your arms down. The power went out and you were craving blood.
You’re just a little gremlin :D
Imagine how chaotic it was to not fling someone out of the hotel for fun 😭 LMAO A SINNER FLINGING ACROSS THE WHOLE PENTAGRAM.
“I’m taking away their happiness in a good way!” You say smiling as you drag a resident away from Charlie who seems traumatized. You were like an alastor 0.2 but more happy actually.
LMAO YOU HAVING A BAN HAMMER SO WHEN A RESIDENT IS BEING AN ASSHOLE YOU JUST SLAM THE HAMMER ON THEIR HEAD WITH A “BOOP”
I can imagine you having the same physique as the og Albert. Literally one minute you look like your animal crossing character, and the next thing they know you are some buff Florida man.
“I’m going to make them regret being born.” You said as you clicked an admin that made your skin black with red eyes. The angels came towards you as your cut their heads off.
The whole cast was in shocked seeing a human like you being so powerful with just a panel no one can touch.
“Being a baby will not prevent me from shooting you.” You said jokingly as this toddler was winning uno. The mother ran away with her child as you screamed out uno.
Angel started to rant about what he does for his job and how he basically seller his soul to this moth porn demon. After he told you things what the demon does to Angel. You snapped.
“BITCH I WILL SHOOT YOU!” Yells reader as they cocked their gun. Basically the whole crew has to hold you back as Valentino is pissing himself.
Vox didn’t even know who you were until Valentino started having nightmares and random shadows in his room. (The shadows were you lol) Vox had to look you up and try to find who tf you were. You were a YouTuber. That all it showed up on his feed as he scoffs.
Husk has no opinion on you. He only knows you as that guy with a flamingo. He would sometimes side eye you while you do crazy shit. But matter of fact you two are chill.
“We have different ways of expressing ourselves..” you say to Angel trying to comfort him. “I like this way, he can’t defend himself. And I like that.” You say shooting down a sinner while in battle. Angel dust just side eyes you as if you were actually crazy.
You’re not allowed to go into turf war with him no more.
Velvette has no legit problems with you. Dead ass you and her might be fashion partners. HAVE YOU SEEN ALBERT’S DRIP ON INSTA?! That MAN IS GOOD!
You have so much wanted posters, even you brag to others at how cool you look while destroying someone’s house. All because you were bored.
Charlie is mostly worried for your mental health while Vaggie just knows that you aren’t really the most mental stable in the group.
“STOP DOING THAT! STOP CRYING! What are you a baby?!” You say while smacking away a whole imp baby that was crying beside you on the merry-go-round
Charlie’s eyes widen at what you did. You were like a man child.
I can headcannon you deadass bombed the Vees tower out of pettiness. It was just funny seeing Vox shocked to his damn boots that his home was now gone.
Lucifer made you a duck flamingo cause of how he was trying to be nice to you. He knew you wasn’t a sinner or an angel of sorts. But you were a human that he never seen before. He probably makes you some damn pancakes if you want them.
Lucifer would probably ask if you have a flamingo demon form because you told the crew that you go by flamingo and Albert. You just stood there confused to what this short man was saying. But you just nodded trying to see if you could actually turn into a flamingo.
Headcannon on you just actually helping around by just replacing and changing furniture. You help Charlie with trust exercises as the resident are just confuse at a human being here.
“WHO needs powers, when you have a gun!” You yell excited pulling out a gun from your admin control. You shot downa sinner who was trying to fight you. Alastor just doesn’t see why how your “guns” are more powerful. They don’t even have angelic metal.
Carmilla carmine had seen how you legit shot an angel down with a simple looking gun. It was insane but amazing. She definitely called you down to her place so she can see what your bullets are made out of.
Imagine how you basically see people’s/sinner’s names as if it was a name tag aka username. You would go around saying their name out loud as they look at you scared and crazy. “Hello Hakka!” “How you know my name?!!!!” 😕
Rosie adores you, you may be man child that’s like a gremlin. But you are so sweet and helping. Alastor made you meet her and honestly, it was a great meet and greet. Honestly 10/10.
Headcannon on you and Niffty both killing bugs together. You use your ban gun as Niffty uses a sewing needle. This sweet girl made you a big crown, you better appreciate it.
Alastor had messed with your food making you pissed off. It was the end of the day and you hadn’t eat anything due to not taking care of yourself much. So your reaction was justified when you see alastor’s grins widening.
“I hope you choke on your next meal.” You say as your voice had suddenly boomed across the hotel. It was like as if your mic boosted it, but you don’t have one.
You and Alastor have like a sibling relationship as you two just want to watch people suffer. Literally it’s funny as hell when it’s that one Xbox meme.😭
“MOM SAYS ITS MY TURN TO CAUSE SUFFERING!” You say trying to get over Alastor’s tall body as he causes chaos in the pentagram city.
Sir Pentious didn’t like you at all. Like he was actually scared at his crazy and psychotic you are at times. But when he saw how calm and laid back you actually were. He actually started to warm up close to you. 
The egg boiz follow you around asking if your pet flamingo could play with them. It was so cute as they play with your pet flamingo.
Cherri absolutely loves you and your destructive behavior. Literally you two are a deadly duo cause you would give her some of your admin powers and take it back.
You once actually set up a limb store, literally you were getting that money✨😈 you had chopped off so much limbs got your deer customers.
I can see you actually taking people’s souls lol. You just take souls for fun and not for contract which leaves some overlords confused and scared of your powers.
Heaven would be scared of you personally. Like you are such a menace, sera sent your ass back to hell. Your human appearance was still the same tho lol.
Adam and you, beef on sight. “Why do you even have that pink bird? What are you, ret@rded?” “No but your mother is.” You said back while flipping him off.
Sera doesn’t like you. Your chaotic energy and your “evil” doing are not prohibited in paradise. She might tell Big G about how a human is in hell in perfect condition.
Emily heard about your presence by sera, she wanted to meet you but then again. You are back in hell. But she hopes to meet you one day.
See, me personally you would rob a bank for fun and then give it to some homeless imps in the wrath ring. It’s just you doing random shit while bored.
I can imagine you turning someone into the hulk. You deadass have so much power that it’s concerning and crazy for the hotel crew and rest of hell. You have alot of powers and you can turn people into some green buff human?!?
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taintedcigs · 5 months
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GETAWAY CAR — rockstar!e.m. x f!reader
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CHAPTER FOUR: TWO NOTES AND A HEART DOWN
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✦ summary: in which eddie takes you for a trip down memory lane and you finally read the note. (wc: 9.4k+)
✦ warnings — ANGSTANGSTANGST, argument </33, yelling, crying, mentions of sa (nothing happens) like its not brought up AT ALL it's insinuated like the tiniest bit, mean!eddie, kinda asshole-ish? pining and slowburn, strong language!, mentions of alc*hol and drg use and a toxic/ab*sive relationship, food!!
✦ pairings — rockstar!eddie munson x fem!reader, past billy hargrove x fem!reader, eddie munson x chrissy cunningham
✦ authors note — sorry for the wait but i hope a 9.4k chapter makes up for it omg! also feel free to chat with me in the asks abt this series (and anything tbh) pls!! not proof-read pls ignore mistakes!! ive been struggling with this chapter A LOT. its not at all how i wanted to write it but i was just tired of holding it off :// so hope u guys enjoy and this is like the last fluffy chapter lmao its all angst from here on (well kinda)
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His nose skimmed against yours, a mere breath away from the temptation of your soft lips, everything you’ve been wanting on the tip of your fingers.
But you couldn’t do that. It didn’t matter if he was sorry or if it was casual. Chrissy still existed. And he still kissed her in front of you.
Friends, is what he promised. And this was going to ruin it.  
“Please, look at me,” he pleaded, you could hear the desperation in his voice. Your eyes blinked open slowly, how close he was to you had your eyes widened. 
"I-I don't even know what's wrong with me," he breathed out. "I feel like...I feel like I'm losing my goddamn mind, and I don’t even know what just happened,” he said in a strained voice. 
“I-I just… I look at you, and I’m absolutely terrified.” He gulped. “It terrifies me that—” He stopped himself before he could spew out more. 
It terrifies me how much I would do for you, he wishes to say, but he doesn’t, he can’t. 
“I can’t—we shouldn’t be doing this." He stammered, quick to lean away from you.
“I-I know” You agreed hesitantly, because you knew this was a bad idea. But your stomach burned at the thought that he wanted to not kiss you because of Chrissy. Was he actually going to be with her now? Did he lie about things being casual? 
“Do you…” You took a deep breath, “do you like her?” Your voice was strained, it was barely above a whisper, but Eddie heard you loud and clear. 
Your heart rate picked up quicker than you intended it to, you leaned further away from him, your mouth flooded with a bitter taste. 
“No!” His eyes widened, he answered it so quickly that the idea that he was lying sank further into you. 
“No, I-I don’t know… I just-” He breathed. “We agreed to being friends… We should keep it that way, and I can’t keep doing this,” he stammered. “I need to stop hanging on to the past.” 
“but, fuck. Each time, I try to, you just… prevent it!” He admitted, without realizing the weight his words held, your brows pinched quickly. 
“I prevent it?” You enunciated with an exasperated chuckle. 
“Jesus fucking Christ,” you mumbled under your breath as your body turned away from him, elbows holding onto the edge of the pool as you swiftly lifted yourself up. 
Eddie just looked at you, baffled. “Do you realize how unbelievable you are?” You spat, looking down on him with your hair still wet and your dress uncomfortably stuck to your body. 
“What are you talking about?” He gave you a puzzled look.
“Nevermind,” you huffed, facing away from him.
Eddie groaned, following you as he exited the pool swiftly. “Why do you even care?” He asked, breathless. Taking another step closer toward you. 
“I don’t,” you lied with a gulp. You were a bad liar. And Eddie knew that. 
“You don’t?” He narrowed his gaze, giving you a second chance to open up, but he knew you were too stubborn.
“I don’t.”
He huffed. “Fine.”
“That…” He paused, “was a mistake.” You could feel that horrible ache in your chest return. Sure it was a bad idea, but a mistake?
Did he really hate you that much?
“What does that mean?” You swallowed hard. Your heart was breaking the more he spoke, you wanted nothing more than to shut him up. 
“It means we-I shouldn’t have done that,” he corrected himself with a tinge of disappointment in his tone. But what exactly did he mean by that? Did he mean that the almost-kiss was a mistake because it could ruin your potential friendship? Or did he mean it in a way that suggested he liked Chrissy?
Those words were enough to have your heart drop into your gut; your whirlwind of thoughts were mocking you, the idea that Eddie had a chance of liking her was eating away at you, and all you could do was stand there and watch it all unravel. 
You parted your lips to speak, but all that could come out was a weak mutter of, “okay.” You turned your back on him quickly, picking up your jacket from the ground. You put it on in a struggle, fighting back the tears that were pricking your eyes. 
“What are you doing?” He asked with a puzzled look, and you refused to look back at him before your feet picked up. He didn’t seem to realize why his answer truly crushed you.
“I-I’m going home.” Your voice was barely audible; there was a lump sitting in your throat, causing your breathing to stammer.
“With what exactly?” He huffed, following behind you. 
“I don’t know,” you muttered with a roll of your eyes. “I’ll figure it out… I always do, don’t I?” You shrugged. 
“Don’t be ridiculous, I won’t let you walk alone like this. You could catch a cold, or something could happen to you, Pinky." His voice was laced with concern, brows furrowed as he hurried to your side.
“I don’t care,” you muttered with an emotionless expression.
“I do!” 
“Do you?”
“Of course I do!” He spat. “Please, don’t do something stupid and reckless. I can take you home,” he mumbled with a huff. There was no fucking way he’d let you walk home alone. 
“And I have a towel in my car,” he added, you slightly huffed. It was chilly, your dress was soaking, and he was right. There was no way you could get home without him. At least until you were willing to freeze off or get hauled by whatever was roaming in the forest. 
You followed him to the car with a simple nod, Eddie still failed to notice why you had gotten so upset, not realizing the implications his words held. 
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By the time you got into the car, you were shivering, faintly muttering a ‘Thanks’ to Eddie as he wrapped the towel around you, brows creasing with worry, but he didn’t know what to say to you. 
Usually, he wouldn’t have let it go; he would’ve tried to get it out of you and ask you if you were okay, but when you were this upset, it was no use. 
The ride was silent except for the faint sound of Eddie’s mixtape filling the space between the two of you. He had asked if you had anything specific you wanted to listen to, but you shut him off with a faint shake of your head. 
Your heart was aching. Like he had just ripped open your chest and taken it without a care, not noticing how tight he had been squeezing and releasing it. As if he were toying with it. 
And you felt nauseous. You weren’t sure if it was because you didn’t get a chance to eat all day or because of that mocking thought in your head that told you that Eddie wanted Chrissy.  
Once your stomach grumbled, your question was quickly answered, your cheeks heated up as you crossed your arms against your chest in an attempt to shut it up. Eddie gave you a slight chuckle. “Munchies?” He chuckled. “Do you wanna get something to eat?” He asked with a reassuring smile. 
“I just wanna go home,” you grumbled as your gaze refused to meet his. “C’mon,” he muttered with a huff. “Do you even have anything to eat at home?” He asked all-knowingly. You shook your head, you didn’t; your fridge was empty; it was late, so you couldn’t get any groceries; not to mention, your messy kitchen was in no condition to cook. 
“Are burgers still your favorite food?” Your face unintentionally lit up at that; he was definitely thinking about Benny’s, and your mouth-watered just at the idea of their cheeseburgers. 
“Benny’s?” You asked with an involuntary smile on your cheeks, and Eddie swallowed a deep breath. That curve of your goddamn plump lips was driving him crazy. 
“Yeah, do you want to go?” He muttered slowly. “O-okay,” you mumbled. 
First the Wheeler House, then Billy’s stupid camaro, then the pool, this goddamn van, that mixtape, and now Benny's... this whole day had been a nostalgic mind fuck for you. You couldn’t complain, though; no matter how upset his words made you, you were still so pathetically happy to spend some time with him, ecstatic that he didn’t let you go. 
And so was Eddie. That’s why he had been holding his tongue back; he wanted to know why you cared so much about Chrissy. Sure, what she did with Billy was horrible. But it didn’t make sense. There had to be something he didn’t know.  
By the time you guys arrived at Benny's, it was past midnight, so, the place wasn’t packed, of course, but surprisingly, there were still a lot of tables besides the two of you. Eddie let out an ‘Aha!’ sound once his eyes caught the booth that was nestled in the corner. 
The same one the two of you always shared. The white light loomed over its padded, dark maroon seat, and you slid onto it with a huff. Your senses were immediately greeted by the mouthwatering aroma of toasted buns. The air was infused with a disgusting smell of frying oil, but all of it smelled irresistible to your growling stomach. 
Once the two of you got situated, Benny was quick to rush to your side. “Welcome to Benny’s, what can I get you—” 
"Oh my god!" Benny's eyes widened, his face breaking into a wide grin. "Didn't expect to see you! Jesus, how long has it been?" He chuckled, his memory working overtime.
A smile adorned your face, Benny had always been nice to you and to Eddie, giving you one too many free meals, always telling you that it was not an issue despite your protests, knowing of your absentee parents, just like the rest of the town did. 
“Very long,” you added with a chuckle, “missed your cheeseburgers.” You pouted. 
"Yeah?" Benny's excitement was palpable. "Mmhmm, nowhere in New York does it as good as Benny's," you hummed sweetly.
"Now, you're just butterin' me up!" Benny dismissed with a chuckle, eliciting a warm smile from you.
"But, New York, huh?" Benny inquired, raising an intrigued brow. "I've seen this one around, a lot, even last week." His finger pointed toward Eddie, prompting your brows to furrow.
Last week? 
“So that's why you weren’t with him.” He added, realization dawning on his face. Eddie was quick to shoot a painful gaze toward you, one that almost said, ‘no, she wasn’t with me because she left me’, You didn’t know how it was possible to share a language just through your shared gaze, but it had you physically gulping. 
“Uh-uh, yeah,” you mumbled, your gaze avoiding Eddie’s. 
“I gotta say though…” He leaned down, almost like he was telling the two of you a secret, “It’s really nice seeing the two of you together, again.” Benny said with a sly smirk.
“‘Bout damn time y’all got together,” He teased further. 
Your eyes widened in unison, both sets of cheeks warming before you spoke up. 
“Oh, no—” You were quick to dismiss with your hands.
“We’re not—” Eddie joined in your protests.
“So, what can I get for you, lovebirds?” He hummed casually, ignoring both of your protests. Your eyes locked before both of you shyly avoided each other’s gaze. “The usual?” 
“Uh-uh, yeah," Eddie grumbled, suddenly more interested in the wooden table. 
When Benny turned toward you, “same for her, but with extra pickles.” Eddie said almost automatically, your brows pinched together and Eddie mentally cursed himself, “I-I mean… if that’s still your order…” His words smushed together, cheeks quick to heat crimson red. 
“It-it is," you mumbled. 
“Alright, comin’ right up,” he threw a wink at the two of you, clueless of the awkwardness apparent in the air. 
It was stupid, all this back and forth all day. You weren’t kids anymore; you should have been able to just be friends and hang out, not fight. Yet, somehow, it had spiraled into a seemingly impossible situation.
Talking it out wasn’t going to do anything. If the two of you wanted any chance to salvage whatever your relationship was, you needed to talk about the bigger picture; everything needed to be spilled out. But neither of you wanted to do that. 
Unspoken feelings were lingering, and none of you knew when they would boil over. Both of you desperately wanted to cling to the promise of being friends and make the most of it. 
There were a lot of things you could say to him; you could choose to talk about Chrissy, you could choose to talk about L.A.; hell, you could choose to talk about his nerdy game, but your curiosity got the best of you, and before you could help it, the words spilled out of your mouth. “What were you doing here last week?” 
Eddie was almost taken aback by your question, not expecting you to be curious about him again after icing him out for so long. “I like coming here,” he shrugged. “Whenever I’m in Hawkins, I drop by, you know, to write some stuff.”
“Here?” Your face scrunched, finding it hard to believe that a greasy diner could ever be inspiring. 
“Yeah,” he chuckled, “most of our second album was produced in this bad boy.” 
"Are you serious?” Your brows raised, “and the rest of the band is just okay following you here?" You narrowed your gaze playfully, your hands finding a resting place on the worn wooden table.
Eddie’s mouth twitched with a smile. “Yeah, actually, they’ve gotten pretty used to it,” he confessed, “you-uh… I don’t know if you ever got to listen to the second one-”
"I did," you interrupted, voice resolute.
“Y-you did?”
“Of course.”
Eddie hesitated before asking, "What did you think of it?"
“Great record, are you kidding me? It had such a unique sound… You know, like, a timeless quality that makes it stand out?” You said excitedly, and he nodded with a raised brow, “that much?” He asked hesitantly.
“I’m not kidding, Eddie. You know how I don’t pull punches with music; if it wasn’t good, I’d tell you in a heartbeat.”
"Which one's your favorite?" Eddie asked, his curiosity piqued.
You pondered for a second before answering, "oh, definitely Aurora!"
Eddie's shaggy bangs fell onto his forehead as he leaned closer, listening intently. "I mean, 'I just kinda died for you, you just kinda stared at me' is genius," you said, your voice filled with admiration. You didn't dare look him in the eyes.
"And really, really sad," you continued, a hint of melancholy in your tone. "The idea that you could give the whole world to someone, to the point where you describe it as dying, and they don’t even see it... it sounds awfully painful." You gulped, your eyes fixed on the worn wooden table. You weren’t stupid; you knew why it was named Aurora; you knew what the lyrics were alluding to.
His car. The same car that the two of you drove around in. The same car drove the two of you out of Hawkins. 
You knew he liked you way before he let you on, and you wish you knew. 
Maybe if you weren’t dating that douchebag, maybe if Eddie said something sooner, maybe if everything that happened when the two of you left didn’t happen… Maybe just maybe, the two of you’d be together now. 
Maybe if the timing was just right, it wouldn’t be like this; he wouldn’t have whatever he had with Chrissy. You wouldn’t have been in New York. 
But what were you supposed to say? What could you say that would change all of this? Even if you told him about what Chrissy did, even if you explained why you had to leave him in L.A., there was no use. The truth couldn't turn back time. You two had ventured down different paths, and it was painfully evident.
He wasn’t the Eddie you knew, and you weren’t the Pinky he knew; it was too fucking late. 
Eddie's mouth hung open in surprise; he hadn't expected you to delve into the song's meaning like this. Aurora was one of the heaviest songs he had ever written, and he held a special attachment to it. The label and the rest of the band had embraced it, which was surprising since they usually rejected his heartbreak songs, wanting more of that unbridled rage. 
He didn’t answer you; there was a weird tension between the two of you again, so you diffused it with, “but kinda lame that you decided to name a song after your car,” while eyeing Eddie to gauge his reaction.
Eddie chuckled. “Oh, bite me,” he teased, "but yeah, that one was also written here, in that same spot you were sitting.”
“Shut up!” You said, hand playfully reaching out to nudge him. 
"And to your question... I can't tell you why I was here last week," Eddie confessed, his voice carrying a hint of mystery.
Your stomach twisted at that, and you didn't know how many more punch-in-the-gut revelations you could handle today. "Why- uhh- why not?" You asked hesitantly, your words stuttering over simple syllables.
"Because then I'd be spoiling the note, dummy," he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
A deep breath of relief escaped your stomach, and you chuckled. God, he was a douche. "Wait... so does that mean... I have a song in my pocket?"
"Not exactly."
"I'm the first one to see it, huh?" You asked excitedly, hand teasingly dipping into your pocket.
"You and the rest of the band," Eddie huffed, offering a sheepish grin.
You gave him a quick glare. “You know I could leak this to the press and make millions, right? No more dealing with rude customers, and no more nine to five hours stuck in a record shop?”
He narrowed his gaze. "You can't get shit for that," he mockingly retorted.
"What?" You frowned.
"Yeah, it's basically like the first chorus and some gibberish notes, it's worthless," Eddie explained.
You pouted. "Aww, damn it."
"I'm kidding, I'm excited to read it,” you reassured with a wink, “you know… Maybe I could give you some notes on it? Review it?" You suggested.
“Didn’t know you were a musician.”
“Rude!” You huffed, “I may not be a musician, rockstar. But I sell records for a living. I can promise you, I listened to many more records than you did this year.” You said with a playful smirk.
"How's that like?" Eddie asked curiously, his deep brown eyes resembling longing and curiosity.
You leaned back against the cushioned booth, letting out a wistful sigh. "Working at a record store? A rollercoaster,” you chuckled, “lame in some ways, but also incredibly fascinating. New York's a whole different world compared to Hawkins."
Eddie couldn't help but study your face as you spoke. He noticed the faint traces of insecurity in the way you held yourself—an air of loneliness that came with moving away from everyone you knew and your family leaving you.
"But also, it took me a while to get used to it," you continued. "Nancy and Jonathan used to visit me a lot; they've really helped me adjust.”
“And you know, of course, Robin and Steve, too,” you murmured.
Eddie’s brows shot up at that. So everyone but him. 
It was a sting he couldn't quite shake, burning at his skin, that you decided to abandon him but were fine with everyone else, including Steve. 
Your absence in his life had left a void he couldn't fill, ever.
Yet, here you were, replacing him like it was nothing. 
Eddie knew he had no right to be jealous; you two were just friends, right? But it ate away at him; that feeling seeped through him, even though you were never his to begin with.
His face burned, and his jaw clenched involuntarily. He could almost feel the taste of bitter jealousy in his mouth, considering how it was overtaking his senses. “Steve?” He questioned; gaze seeping through you, an unbrittled rage ready to tip at any moment. 
You didn’t seem to notice it, though. For someone who was usually very perceptive, it flew right by you—that slight tick in his jaw, the way his fists curled, the storm raging beneath the surface.
“Yeah,” you murmured, his head turned away from you, gaze fixed on anything but your face. The other corners of the burger place was suddenly very interesting to him as he grappled with his own emotions.
“It’s pretty crowded in here, right?” you remarked, trying to draw Eddie into the conversation and gauge his mood.
“Uh-huh,” Eddie replied, his gaze remained distant, thoughts elsewhere.
Concern etched across your face as you pressed further, “Uh, are you okay?” Something seemed to be bothering Eddie, and you couldn't pin-point what it was.
“‘M fine,” he dismissed with a wave of his hands. 
He had to distract you and do something else because he was being super fucking weird, and you weren’t dumb; you could read him like a book. 
He didn’t want that awkwardness or tension to reappear; he wanted to talk to you freely, he couldn’t let his insecurities ruin this for him. 
Eddie’s attention turned back to you,  “is that what you want to do with your life?” his brows raised, “The record store, I mean.” He didn’t want to sound rude, he just wanted to know more.
“I don’t know… I never had much time to think about it.” You gave him a small smile, shaking your head gently, “also, I can’t really afford to think about it anyway.”
“But what do you want to do?” He probed.
“Anything concerning art… I mean I’d love to be a tattoo artist, too. That’s the likely path I’m going down, dunno if the salary is good enough, though.” You shrugged, “but you know what I’d love to be?” Eddie leaned closer, his eagerness clear. 
“What?” He asked, genuinely intrigued.
“Someone came in like a month ago, this bearded guy with lots of tattoos… We had a new album coming to our store that day, and he wanted to see them,” you mumbled with a warm smile, eyes glistening with a dreamy glow. “Then he told me about how he was a tattoo artist, but helped make some of the cover art for that album, and then something just like clicked in me.”
“I used to draw with the hope that maybe it could connect with someone, you know, like it did with me… I spent half of my childhood drawing and listening to music as an outlet. Whenever my parents left, whenever they were absent in my life despite ‘being there’, or whenever they had a screaming match, plates thrown at each other, the first thing I did was sketch, anything, on the notebook.” You mumbled, “or I listened to a record, and I let it consume me, in the hopes that it would drive me away from reality, diffuse the pain, even for a split second, and it worked,” you said with a simple smile. 
Eddie hung on to your every word, his gaze never wavering, admiring that creative spirit shining in you. “Art and music shift the world in the best way possible, and maybe it is dramatic but it also saves lives in a way, you know, by helping you get through something, or making you forget. And that’s my biggest wish… to have my art be important to someone, to make them feel like they’re not alone, in any way possible. So when I saw how that guy combined music and art like that, I thought, this is fucking perfect, this is what I need to do.” 
Eddie’s brows pinched together, “why haven’t you done it?” he asked, his voice a soothing lilt that could melt any doubts away. He could listen to you talk about your passions for hours, the way your eyes glistened with hope, that little quirk of your brow did when you found something interesting, it was heavenly to him. 
“C’mon Eds, be realistic,” you murmured sadly. “Half the people that work for a good record company or with a good band have fancy art degrees, they have connections, they have the money, the time to do it. No one’s going to want a nobody who doesn’t even have a college degree from a small town.” Your lips pressed into a thin line.
“Bullshit,” he spat quickly, dismissing the way you so quickly diminished yourself, “I was the trailer trash of Hawkins, and look what happened,” he encouraged in a harsh but also a warm manner, leaning closer. 
“Yeah, but you’re also a guy, Eddie.” Your voice wavered as you pointed out, “t-they have different expectations for women who don’t have those connections, or don’t come from like insanely rich parents… If you know what I mean,” you said with disgusted frowning upon your face, chill running down your spine. 
Eddie immediately picked it up, his face growing to one of concern, “W-wait-” his voice quivered, the color drained from his face quickly, you immediately knew what he was implying and shook your head, “no, no, not me! But I heard lots of stories in New York, it’s just disgusting,” your face scrunched. 
“That’s awful,” Eddie’s jaw clenched in anger, he knew there were a lot of scumbags in the industry, and it pissed him off that he could do nothing about it. He already felt guilty enough that he didn’t realize what a narcissistic asshole Billy really was, he wanted to help any way he could. 
And then, like a sudden light bulb went off in his head, an idea illuminated his mind. “Have I ever told you that our record company is in need of a new art director?” He pouted teasingly. 
Your eyebrows shot up as a giggle escaped your lips. "You're funny," you said, playfully skeptical.
Eddie, ever earnest, replied, "I'm serious."
“I-I can't do that," you said shyly, your fingers toying with the hem of your dress.
Eddie leaned in, and retorted with a, “and why not?"
“It-it feels wrong, and you don’t even know if I’d be good-“ you hesitated, not fully convinced if this was a good idea.
“Bullshit,” Eddie countered firmly, a small smile gracing his lips. “I know how great your art is, and I know how much you care about music, the way you describe it is exactly the reason why I love it so much.” Eddie always took you seriously and encouraged you about your dreams, no matter how unrealistic it was. 
“You know what you said earlier about how you wanted your art to matter to someone?” You nodded, eyes glistening with hope. 
“Your art is important to me, Pinky. The ones you sketched in your notebooks, is what helped me write some of my lyrics. The drawings you made when you were bored in class, the ones I have hung up on my wall still at the trailer… they mean so much to me,” he said in a hushed voice, he dragged his arm on the table, quick to point to the tattoo on his forearm. “This tattoo, is what helped with Corroded Coffin’s symbol bats, you do realize that, right?”
Skeptical, you scoffed, "you guys always had bats as your thing."
 “True,” he agreed, “but your design helped bring it to life.” He shrugged, “and you know the band better than anyone, maybe you could help us with our next album cover, too. I don’t think I could find someone more perfect for the job.” Eddie shrugged and smiled warmly.
“But-”
Your protests were gently silenced by Eddie, who insisted with a soft determination, “No but’s, just say yes, please.” His voice was sweet, sickingly sweet, you couldn’t say no even if you wanted to, and this was the perfect opportunity. 
“I mean I’ll just have a talk with them, show them some of your stuff, so, no promises. But I can be very, very persuasive,” he teased, a wink thrown your way.
You stammered, the excitement bubbling within you. "Y-you'd do that for me?” He nodded surely, “even after everything that happened?" Your tone was muffled, laced with insecurity.
"Anything for you," Eddie reassured as he leaned closer, that familiar, small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
With your heart aflutter, you finally agreed, excitement breaking through the barriers of your insecurities. "If—if you really are okay with it, I-I'd love to."
“Of course,” he affirmed. 
“Alright!” Benny chimed in, interrupting the two of you. “Two cheeseburgers with a side of fries, and two milkshakes.” He hummed, settling the food in front of both sets of hungry eyes.
“Enjoy, lovebirds!” He said with a smirk, sauntering away to the kitchen. 
“Thank you!” Both of you exclaimed with happiness as you dug into the food.
As you munched on the crispy fries, you admired the other tables, each one occupied by a slice of life that you couldn't help but find intriguing.
One table was for a family of four. All you could hear was the distressed children, their whining echoed through the restaurant. The parents looked drained, faces etched with exhaustion as they juggled plates of half-eaten food, desperately trying to calm down and distract their kids.
Another table was occupied by a couple who was in a heated argument. The man wore a scowl, voice raised in anger, while the woman looked like she was about to cry, her eyes pleading for understanding.
But the last table was the one that you couldn’t tear your eyes away from, it brought a smile to your face. “Oh my god, look,” you said in a hushed voice, gaze pointing toward the booth that was nested in the far right corner.
Eddie was already face-first into his food, “later, ’m eating.” He grumbled. You poked your tongue out at him playfully. “Jesus… Forgot how grumpy you get when you are hungry,” you hummed, flinging a fry in his direction, causing him to pause mid-bite and chuckle.
“Oh, you don't wanna play that game with me, sweetheart,” he teased, dangling a fry in front of your face.
You grinned, your eyes dancing with excitement. “Just one look, and I’ll be out of your curly unbrushed hair, Munson,” you joked with a giggle.
His eyes rolled quickly, “you won’t stop until you get what you want, will you?” He asked with an annoyed tilt of his head.
You shook your head with a giggle. “Fine,” he huffed jokingly, dipping the fry in his hand into the vanilla milkshake, making an exaggerated sound of satisfaction as he devoured it.
“Gross.” You commented with mock disgust, and he rolled his eyes in response.
“Just tell me which table.” Eddie leaned in, his curiosity piqued as your gaze moved toward the couple at the adjacent booth. The girl was wearing a plaid mini skirt, expertly paired with a statement crop-top covered by an oversized leather jacket wrapped around her shoulders, likely borrowed from the curly-haired brunette sitting on the opposite side of the booth.
Her head was thrown back, and laughter danced in her eyes as she hung on to every word of the story he was telling. The curly haired brunette guy had a graphic band-tee and a guitar pick adorning his neck. Mascara smudged and eyes all red; you knew they probably had a long night. 
It reminded him of something, or rather, someone. 
He looked at you with his brows scrunched up, and you replied to him with a giggle. Both of you were thinking the same thing. 
“That’s fuckin’ weird.” Eddie mumbled with a mouthful of his juicy cheeseburger. “Are those our… doppelgangers?” 
“Right?” You almost mirrored him, taking a bite from your cheeseburger as you leaned further on your elbows. “What do you think their story is?”
“Uhhh-” Eddie grumbled, “us from five years ago?” His mouth partially obscured by the burger as he chewed thoughtfully, a furrow in his brow. 
“Such a detailed story!” You mocked. He couldn't help but notice how the dim diner lighting accentuated your features—plump lips looking so soft from the way you frustratingly groaned—which brought an unintentional smile to his face.
You were so breathtakingly pretty; even when you were munching on a burger, he was absolutely whipped.
Eddie shrugged, that shit-eating grin still on his face. He looked you dead in the eye before he took another big bite, stuffing more fries into his mouth. 
“Fine, I’ll give them a story,” you narrowed your gaze, “and you can keep eating your gross milkshake dipped fries,” you mocked, straightening up your back as you leaned closer, licking your lips before you spoke.
“So the girl… she’s pretty, like really, really pretty.” You said with a sly grin, your gaze now focused on the couple in question; if he wasn’t going to participate, then you could just drag this further. 
“And there’s the guy." You gestured toward the other booth, gaze narrowing as you turned back to Eddie. “He’s just... there, I guess, kind of looks like a douche,” you mocked, mouth scrunching as you looked at Eddie all-knowingly, head tilted to the side.
Eddie scoffed, responding with a lighthearted yet passionate defense of himself. “He looks like a total stud,” he grumbled in between bites with a smirk, “and that band-tee? He’s so fuckin’ cool.”
“Oh, yeah?” You challenged, “I think he’s a total nerd, bet he’s telling his dorky D&D stories to his best friend.” 
He stuck his tongue out, a carefree grin on his face, “Hey! You said you loved my campaigns!” He exclaimed and playfully tossed a soggy fry at you. 
You gasped dramatically, reaching for another fry to retaliate before Eddie’s unreadable expression had you frozen. “Shit, I totally forgot, what time is it?”
“Oh, you’re not getting away with that, Munson, we’re in a full fledged food war now,” you teased, holding a fry aloft, your gaze narrowing in mock seriousness.
“No, no, I’m serious.” Eddie insisted, causing you to huff in response. You turned your back to try to read the old-fashioned clock that stood on the wall. 
“Uh… 1.15, why?” you replied, your brows furrowed in confusion, trying to understand him.
“Shit! Shit, shit!” He cursed, getting up quickly while he started gathering his things.
“What?” You asked with a puzzled look.
“Wayne!” He exclaimed making you furrow your brows.
“What about Wayne?” 
“I promised to pick him up after his shift,” he explained with a sigh. “You know, since I kinda have the car.”
"Well, when did it end?” you inquired, still calm as you took another bite from your burger.
He eyed you with urgency. “15 minutes ago,” grumbling, he shoved whatever was left of his food into his mouth. 
“So, I’m going to see Wayne?” You asked with a smile. 
“If we don’t hurry up, you’re going to see me dead,” he exclaimed dramatically, making you roll your eyes. 
“You need to inhale all of that, now!” He screeched, and you looked up at him with a pout. 
“Now!” He snapped, hands clapping in front of your face. 
“Okay, okay, jesus!” You groaned, taking a deep breath, before you shoved a generous handful of fries in your mouth. 
-
When Eddie led you to the car, all you could think about was how Wayne would react—would he be mad at you? Would he be disappointed? 
Goosebumps appeared when a chill ran down your spine, you didn’t know if you could handle it. Wayne had been a staple in your life up until you left, he fed you, he listened to you when you needed it, he gave you a place to sleep, and he always reassured you that you were always welcome in their home.
And you didn’t even bother to say goodbye to him. Not that you didn’t want to; it’s because you couldn’t. When you and Eddie left, it was in a hurry. You had no time to tell anyone, not even Eddie told Wayne until you two were half-way there to California. 
But it still didn’t stop your guilt, it still didn’t help the way your stomach twisted at the mention of his name. 
Your feet picked up quickly as the thoughts filled your head, only stopping when Eddie called out to you. “I have to tell you somethin’” Eddie mumbled, eyes squeezing shut. 
A huff of air was quick to escape your lips, you knew it was too perfect to end like this, you knew he was going to ruin it. 
“She-uh… she’s coming to brunch tomorrow.”
You froze in place, almost everything fit like a puzzle in your mind now, and you didn’t know which emotion to feel first. 
Anger, jealousy, or sadness. 
And all three of them hit you at the same time. Because it made sense now, it was clear. He liked Chrissy. He wanted Chrissy. 
He wanted to move on with her. 
He had your heart in his hands, but this time he wasn’t toying with it; he was stomping on it, over and over again, not stopping until he was sure it was beyond salvageable. 
Hand almost frozen in the place you opened the car door without a word, settling into the passenger seat like nothing had happened. 
“Shit,” he cursed under his breath before he opened his side of the door, getting inside swiftly just to turn to you, “are you not gonna say anything?” he asked, voice carrying a desperate tone.
Your gaze remained fixed outside the window, your cheek pressed against the cool glass. “We’re going to be late,” you replied with a cold, unfeeling tone. Silence filled the car, mirroring the gaping void that now existed between you two.
Thankfully, Aurora didn’t give him any trouble when he started the ignition with a key turn, and the engine roared to life. You didn’t want to speak; you didn’t want to say anything to him. You wanted to save all of your emotions, contain them in the depths of your mind, and cry yourself to sleep. You didn’t want him to know how much this crushed you. 
But you couldn’t just do that; too disappointed to let it slide, the words escaped your mouth like a dam breaking, “I can’t fucking believe you.” 
“Just, listen, I-I didn’t even invite her-” Eddie tried to explain, but you weren't listening, you didn’t care, you were letting it all out. 
“How would you fucking feel if I kissed… Jason in front of you?” Eddie opened his mouth to answer, but you continued, “how would you feel if I invited him to brunch tomorrow?
Once you took a deep breath to gather your thoughts, he scoffed. “That’s not the same thing, Pinky. Carver made my life a living hell, he was a miserable bully.”
You should tell him, you should tell him what exactly Chrissy did to you.
You should tell him the whole story of that night at Steve’s party. 
The part he didn’t know. 
But you don’t. 
Because you’re too busy to worry about whether he actually wants to be with her or not, your mind felt full, anxieties and worries dancing around in it. 
“And Chrissy kissed Billy!” Your mouth dried up when that name left your mouth, you could feel that dreadful feeling consuming your chest. 
That night was still a blur to you—the way you caught them, the things Chrissy said to you, the way Billy swore that she initiated the kiss. 
Eddie shook his head. “She said it was a misunderstanding.”
You rubbed your fingertips on your forehead in disbelief. “And you believe her over me?” you asked, tone carrying a tinge of hurt and betrayal. The question hung heavy between the two of you.
“No, no!” He yelled out. “Jesus fucking Christ, stop putting words in my mouth, Pinky!” Eddie groaned in frustration, his hands gripping the steering wheel. “She explained it was a misunderstanding, and she does want to tell you that, too… maybe you could talk to her—”
You let out an exasperated chuckle, not interested in entertaining the idea. “no fucking way.” 
“If you want to be with her, then just fucking say that, Munson, don’t do all this fuckin’ bullshit,” you added, crossing your arms against your chest. 
“I don’t want- oh, you’re unbelievable!” He snapped, head bumping against the headrest of his van. 
“You make it fucking impossible to start over!”
“Wh-what does that even mean?” You retorted back.
“J-just when I’m about to start over, just when I-I’m going to…” He rolled his tongue inside of his cheek in rage as he paused to better explain himself. 
“I find a picture of you in my wallet that you put… or, or Nancy and Jonathan tell me that you invited them over…” You were on the brink of retorting when he continued, “or, or, you- you just barge back into town like you never left; talk to me like nothing fuckin’ happened.”
You didn’t dare to open your mouth; everything he said made you feel guilty. But everything he felt, you felt, too. Each time you felt like moving on, each time you wanted to try to be with someone, you physically couldn’t. 
Maybe it was selfish that you liked hearing him feel the same way too. That’s why the way he was being so vague about whatever he had with Chrissy was like a stab to your heart, in the most non-dramatic way possible. 
“You know… I used to think you were the best thing that ever happened to me… I used to think that you w-would always be in my life. That you’d be the one fuckin’ person who’d never leave me.” Eddie's voice trembled, and your throat was quick to tighten, lump forming as his words began to sink in. It felt like the car grew darker the more he spoke, your world crumbling down with it. 
“I was wrong about all of that... all you fuckin’ did was ruin it… You ruined my life.”
The faint strains of heavy metal playing on the car's stereo seemed distant, before you spoke up, wobbly lips slurring your words. “I… I r-ruined your life?” You slumped back on your seat with his words slicing through you like a knife, gnawing at your insecurities.
“Y-you really think that?” Words barely escaped your lips, voice quivering. 
He opened his plushy lips to speak, but he couldn’t answer; words died down in his throat, his gaze fixated on the road, lips pressed into a tight line. 
That in itself was an answer, you knew it, and he knew it. You felt exposed to him, like he knew your insecurities but still did nothing to hide them. 
You couldn't help but feel a hot prickle behind your eyes, the unshed tears were getting harder to hold back. You bit back on your wobbly lip, in an attempt to conceal the pent-up emotions that were begging to be let out. “This… this whole thing was a mistake,” you murmured, voice hushed and heavy with regret. The words felt like stones in your mouth, bitter and unpalatable. 
“We-we were caught up in ourselves, ther-there’s no fuckin’ way we could ever be friends,” you continued, driving home the painful truth, just so you could hurt him like he hurt you, just so you didn’t want him to know how pathetically you still wanted to be with him in any way possible. 
“I agree,” he grumbled, eyes still on the road. Tears streamed down your cheeks, tracing glistening paths along your cheeks, you didn’t even attempt to wipe them. Sniffles punctuated the air, body shuddering with an attempt to suppress your sobs, but then again, they were drowned out by the heavy metal music that echoed in the car. 
Eddie’s gaze fell on you every few seconds; but you didn’t seem to notice. And the guilt ate away at him, too, his brows furrowed in agony. He knew that wasn’t what he meant to say. He didn’t mean it in that way, you didn’t ruin his life; you never could—well, not until you left him. 
His knuckles tightened on the steering wheel; this wasn’t how everything was supposed to happen. He didn’t even invite Chrissy; she asked to come, and of course Eddie said yes, what else could he do? So he just wanted to give you a heads up. Just so things wouldn’t get bad between the two of you again, but he managed to screw it up.
Grumbles and some curses were all the two of you could hear when Eddie pulled up to Wayne’s workplace. With a huff of breath, your car door hung open. “I’ve been waiting for thirty minutes, rockstar; you better have some good fuckin’ excuse-” Wayne’s eyes widened the second his gaze met your sad figure.
“Jesus H. Christ!” Wayne exclaimed as if seeing a ghost. “Am I seein' that right? Is that who I think it is?” Despite the heartache gnawing at your insides, you managed a smile.
"Hi, Wayne," you mumbled shyly. Wayne, however, wasn't having it. "Oh, you're not gettin' off with a simple 'hey,' come over here, kid!" He said excitedly, pulling you into a bear-hug. The embrace was tight enough to make you giggle and sniffle, an unfamiliar smile on your lips.
“Where the hell have ya been?” Wayne inquired once he let you go. 
You tried to get up, offering him the front seat, he shook his head, hands holding you down by your shoulders, not wanting to interrupt the two of you.
You told him about everything—New York, your job, how you got here. Everything. 
And all Eddie did was drive; he didn’t look at you or even Wayne for all that mattered—not a single glance. And of course, this didn’t go unnoticed by Wayne. 
“Alright, kids, you two are bein' weird…” Wayne grumbled, glancing at Eddie. “Tell me what the hell happened. Some kind of lover's quarrel?” Eddie scoffed, and you couldn't help but snap your head in his direction.
"Somethin' funny, boy?" Wayne added, narrowing his gaze at his niece. Eddie sighed but still avoided both of your gazes.
“No, no, uhh- nothing happened.” He murmured.
Your gaze narrowed, and you couldn’t help the anger inside of you. “That’s funny, that is not how I remember it.” 
Wayne’s brows furrowed before he leaned closer to the front seat. “What happened, P? You know you can always tell me anythin’” he murmured with a reassuring tone. 
Eddie scoffed, rolling his eyes, but you ignored him, “he is with Chrissy,” you said, scrunching your face as you turned to gauge Wayne's reaction.
Wayne's brows tilted together, his eyes narrowing as he tried to remember that name. “You remember her? Strawberry blonde hair and-”
“The blondie that made you cry?” you nodded, “with that Hargrove kid?” 
“See, even Wayne remembers,” you grumbled, slightly elbowing Eddie to get a reaction out of him, only earning an offended huff.  
“I never liked him, you know,” Wayne continued, large hands gesturing vaguely to emphasize his point, “always thought you were way too good for him. A guy like him has no business with my Pinky.” You leaned further into the headrest, fingers fiddling with your jacket as you gave Wayne a weak smile. 
“Should’ve listened to you,” you hummed. 
“So Eddie is with her?” Wayne mumbled, face souring. 
“Boy, have you lost your damn mind?” Wayne was quick to chide Eddie, who was drumming his fingers on the steering wheel in an attempt to not snap at either of you. 
But it wasn’t working. 
"I told you I'm not with her!" he hissed, voice dripping with irritation. He shot a glare at Wayne through the rearview mirror, but his words were directed at you. 
“How would you explain kissing her and inviting her to our friend's brunch!” You snapped in Eddie’s direction. 
“Eddie, tell me you did not do that!”
“It-it’s not like that, Wayne.”
“Oh, really? What is it like?” You gruffly asked, curiosity and hurt evident in your tone.
“Eddie…” Wayne warned him shushingly with a disappointed look, he could see how much you were hurting, and he knew Eddie was a bit oblivious.
“What?” he groaned.
“Don��t worry, Wayne, he just enjoys playing with my feelings,” you replied with a scoff, fingers tracing the pattern on the car’s leather seats, a relief to your pent-up emotions.
“Oh, you’re one to fuckin’ talk,” Eddie muttered under his breath with an out of place chuckle, his anger overflowing after holding it back for so long. “Newsflash, princess. You weren’t the one to wake up all alone in L.A. with one fucking note, I was!” He yelled, words punctuated by the heavy breath he took between each sentence. 
“You should be grateful you have two notes in that pocket of yours because I barely got one!” 
“Will you stop bringing that up?” You plead, lip wobbling as you bit on it harshly to stop your emotions from spilling. 
“‘I can’t do this, sorry.’” He recited your words, and you refused to look at him. “Five letters, Pinky. Not even six. Five. You left me with that—no goodbyes, no nothin’, just a sticky fuckin’ note attached to the fridge.” His head snapped toward you.
A loud chuckle left your mouth, you turned to him with rage, and Wayne knew he had to step in or it was going to get ugly, even uglier than, whatever this was. “This isn’t even about that-”
“Alright, alright!” He interrupted, hands waving in the space between the two of you. 
“Simmer down, both of you! I know the two of you have a lot of unresolved shit… but don’t burn this bridge,” he warned, “not again.” Wayne’s words were quick to disperse the emotional fog that had surrounded the car. 
“The thing, whatever the hell it is, that y’all have… people spend their whole fuckin’ life lookin’ for it… Don’t be dumb.” That was enough to have the two of you shut up. 
“Talk it out.” He said, firm but fair. “I know you’ve both been hurt, so, be honest with each other, and apologize,” he continued, urging both of you to confront each other.
“Okay?” He asked, head hanging in the space between the two of you. 
“Okay,” both of you mumbled in unison, backs turned toward each other.
‘Too late’ was all you could think; that bridge was already burned. There was no way the two of you could ever go back now, right?
A sigh of relief escaped your lips when Eddie finally pulled up to your house, you didn’t waste any time saying goodbye to Eddie before turning to Wayne and giving him a hug. 
“See you around?” You asked with a hopeful smile.
“You better!” Wayne warned playfully, evoking a giggle from you. “You gotta drop by sometime, promise?” He asked with a sly grin, he knew exactly what he was doing. 
You didn’t want to see Eddie anymore than you had to now, but if Wayne asked you to do something, you’d do it in a heartbeat. 
You looked back at Eddie, your gazes connecting for a second before both of you turned away. “Uh-huh, promise,” you mumbled before exiting quickly. 
“What the hell are you doin’, kid?” Wayne exclaimed the moment you left, causing Eddie to look at him with a puzzled expression.
“Walk her to her door, for Christ’s sake!”
“I-I don’t think that’s a great idea,” Eddie explained hesitantly.
“Where are your manners?” Wayne scolded him, raising his voice. Eddie grumbled in frustration but ultimately gave in, cussing under his breath as he exited the car to follow you.
He ran after you, breathless once he finally caught up to you. “Sorry, I should’ve walked you-” He mumbled
You shook your head interrupting him, “no, it’s fine.” 
“So, uhhh…” He started, gaining your attention back to him. “Goodnight.” Eddie grumbled with a scratch of his head, barely able to look at you. He didn’t want to leave things like this, but the damage was already done. You could see the guilt in his eyes, but it didn’t matter now. 
He wondered what you would think of the notes; would you even read them? Would you get mad at him for the things he wrote? 
“Goodnight, Eddie.” You muttered back, turning to the door as you avoided looking at him, your finger shakily retrieved your key as you fumbled with it, doing everything in your willpower to not turn back at him. 
Eddie walked away with the same thoughts eating away at him. Were you going to look back at him? The temptation got the best of him, and he turned with a shy nod. You were struggling with your keys, muttering in frustration, and the sight unintentionally brought a smile to his lips before he hurried back to his car.
The moment you heard his car door open, you turned, slowly and reluctantly, only for your gaze to meet Wayne’s, who had an all-knowing smirk playing at his lips, waving at you. 
You gave him a shy smile before you hurriedly turned your back, finally opening the door and rushing inside. 
“You idiot lovebirds are goin’ to be the death of me,” Wayne grumbled to himself with a shake of his head, watching the way you scurried inside.
Once you locked the door, you rested against it, a sigh of relief escaping your lips. Your thoughts were swirling,but there was only one thing that was overpowering everything else; the note. 
You furiously searched for it in your pocket, curiosity filling the course of your veins as you fished it out of the left one, your hand shaking as you held it in front of your eyes. 
The words scribbled in the closed note had your heart racing, afraid of what it was going to say, once you fully opened it, your eyes roamed through it quickly.
The note was dated a week ago. 
Don't fool yourself,
She was heartache from the moment that you met her.
My heart feels so still
As I try to find the will to forget her, somehow.
Oh I think I've forgotten her now.
(Is it obvious this last line is sarcasm?) 
Your fingers traced the line that had the parenthesis and were crossed out. Eddie’s notes. If you the tears that escaped your burning eyes weren’t distorting your vision, maybe you would’ve appreciated some of the lyrics, and his funny notes, even though they were messy and all over the place.
I don’t blame you, but sometimes I wish we hadn’t met. (This is kinda too out there, but there could be something from this???)
Your heart pounded against your ribcage—that familiar ache that never fully left returned with a sharper pain. It hurt that he thought of you in this way. He thought you ruined his life, and now he wished he had never met you. 
Those thoughts sank into your brain, and the anger that came with them was something you couldn’t comprehend. There was a lot more of the scribbled nonsense that you couldn’t read, other lyrics that were scratched out. 
Your hands were shaking once you flipped it over. The other note was dated today. 
I lied, didn’t I? I think I would prefer all the heartache in the world to not knowing you. I didn’t even realize that until today. Until I saw you across the room. And I can’t even explain how good it felt to look up and see you standing there. Even with that frown adorning your face.
Your tears hadn’t stopped, falling onto the piece of crumpled up paper and making a mess. 
You felt like an idiot; you should’ve told him when you had the chance, and you had a lot of them. You were angry that you let everyone walk over you. You were angry that Billy had gotten away with everything. And now, Chrissy had a chance with him without ever paying for the consequences of what she did. 
You couldn’t let that happen.
You didn’t want to be polite with your sadness anymore You didn’t want to absorb everyone’s pain to make sure they were okay. And you hated that that’s what you did essentially did when you didn’t tell Eddie about Chrissy. 
You paced around the room, biting down on your nails. 
Should you tell him? Or was that too selfish?
Because if you wanted to tell him, you had just the perfect opportunity to tell him and confront Chrissy; the brunch. 
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✦ final authors note —ALSO THE CHRISSY STUFF WILL BE REVEALED NEXT CHAPTER. IM SORRY FOR TEASING IT SO LONG BUT THE REVEAL IS GONNA BE GOOD I PROMISE LMAO. if you like this series pls support me by rbing liking and commenting ily thank youu🫶🏻 [EDIT: i forgot to say this but ofc the lyrics are not mine they are by jeff buckley’s incredible song “forget her” i listened to it A LOT writing this chapter👀 also if u can guess what the chapters title is inspired by ily]
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lovetrt · 9 months
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Hiiii, could I request a eddie x reader where she’s Dustin’s sister and he has a huge crush on her but they aren’t together and one night billy shows up drunk and yelling ( he’s her ex) and Eddie is like leave her alone and go tf away lmao add whatever you want and end however you want that’s just kinda an idea I have ❤️
tw: abuse and violence!! btw: reader is dustin’s step-sibling
You’ve never felt so humiliated in your life. 
Your ex-boyfriend of five months, Billy, is standing in your driveway, yelling at full volume. It’s not like Billy getting drunk and yelling at you is a rare occurrence. You would witness it at least once a week during the duration of your relationship. However, him coming to your house after you’ve been broken up for a month is new. Especially when your brother has guests over. 
Your parents are out of town, and your step-brother Dustin invited his Dungeons and Dragons party over for a campaign. They’ve taken up the entirety of your living room, sitting around the coffee table with dice and soda cups littered all over. You stayed downstairs with them, making them sandwiches in exchange for a better view of Eddie Munson, the boy you’ve had a crush on since he defended you from a bully in third grade. The two of you are in that awkward place between acquaintances and friends, but you’ve never let up the opportunity to defend him when Jason decides to be an asshole in the halls. 
So, it was really fucking embarrasing for him and his friends to be watching your ex yell at you through the living room windows. He’s screaming the most insane things, muffled by the sound barrier of the walls and windows. You hear curses and shouts of “bitch” and “suck my dick” while the boys inside the house fall into an eerie silence. 
“Just keep playing, he’ll get tired and leave soon,” you mutter while closing the blinds. They try to do as you say, Eddie continuing the campaign with a louder voice to drown Billy out, but it’s nearly impossible to ignore the abuse he’s shouting out. 
Ten minutes later, his relentless yelling intensifies and now you’re getting really fucking annoyed. Not just because of the humiliation, but because his words actually hurt, no matter how hard you try and drown them out. So, for the sake of your sanity and everyone else's, you open your front door to find him pacing back and forth. He doesn’t even notice you as he continues yelling on and on about how awful you were to him and how you never deserved him. Before his words can get to you, you scream right back at him. “Get the fuck out, Billy, or I’m calling the cops.” When he finally notices you, his eyes don’t linger on you, instead they move back to look behind you. 
“What the fuck is he doing here?” It’s the quietest he’s been since he started yelling, but his tone is much more terrifying, bone-chilling and nausea-inducing. You turn back and see Eddie standing at your door frame, arms crossed in an intimidating stance. Before either of you could even respond, Billy is back to yelling, this time pointing an angry finger to the dark-haired boy behind you. 
“I always knew you liked that freak! I knew you wanted him, you dumb bitch. He’s the fucking reason we broke up, ‘cause you couldn’t take your horny eyes off him.” He’s angry, angrier than before and stalking towards the both of you. His hands are locked tight into fists, ready to hurt whoever he reaches first. 
“Get the fuck out, don’t come any closer!” But, he ignores your pleas and does just that. He walks towards you while you walk back until you’re pressed up against the side of your house. Eddie is quick to rush in and punch Billy straight in the eye before he could do the same to you. The hit knocks him out cold on the floor, the alcohol in his blood making it too hard to fight back. You pull Eddie away before he could hit him again, pushing him back to the door. You see the imprint of Eddie’s silver rings, bruising Billy blue and red. Billy manages to push himself back up on his knees, but before he can stand up, you hear sirens blaring down your street. 
A cop car pulls up to your house while Billy coughs up blood. Hopper climbs out and gets to your porch as fast as he possibly can. He doesn’t ask any questions, only says what he’s instructed to say, before throwing Billy in the backseat and driving away. You hear Dustin mutter about how he called the police, but you’re too busy trying to push back the tears threatening to leak out.
It’s impossible to hold them in when Eddie pulls you into a hug, soft arms wrapping around your waist. You sob in his arms, holding onto his body like a lifeline. Eddie brings you down to the stairs of the porch, holding you as you continue to cry.
Neither of you say it, but you know Eddie will always be there to defend you, as you will always be there to defend him.
this is so rushed 'cause i wanted to answer this request asap :( hope you enjoyed though!
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valeskafics · 1 year
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Scream for Me (90s!Aegon/Aemond x Reader, 90s!Jace x Reader) - Scream AU, Chapter One
A/N: Scream AU with reader as the Sid-type character, Aemond as Billy (no established relationship though), Aegon as Stu, Baela as Tatum (no she's not dating Aegon lmao), and Jace as a mixture of Randy/Dewey
Summary: When you said you wanted to stab your ex, you didn't mean it literally.
TW: profanity, innuendo, mention of character death, mentions of gore/murder
Word Count: 2,032 words
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
Tag List (comment if you wish to be added/removed): @babyblue-chaos, @wonder-harley
You’re relaxing in your room after a long day at school, followed by cheer practice with Baela and your shift at the video store with Jace. As you scribble away in your notebook, working on your chemistry assignment, you’re distracted by someone tapping on your window. You look and see Aemond, your next door neighbor, waving at you. You’re best friends with his older brother, Aegon, who ended up being held back twice in middle school and so is in the same grade as you. You’re close to Aemond too, of course, so it’s not completely surprising to get a late night visit from him.
Except you’re grounded from being caught drinking from his mom’s minibar with Aegon a few weeks ago.
“What’re you doing here?” you whisper frantically, “I’m supposed to be grounded! I can’t hang out with any of my friends till tomorrow!”
“I just wanted to check on you,” he whispers back, climbing in through your window, despite your protests, “Oh, cute room.”
You give him a dirty look, “You ass.”
“You love me,” he smirks at you, “So? How’re you doing with the whole-“
“My boyfriend cheating on me with your girlfriend?” you ask, arching an eyebrow, “I’m fine. It’s been a bit. I’m fine.”
“You don’t sound fine,” he says, “Y/N, you can talk to me-“
There’s a firm knock on your door, making you jump back from Aemond, panicking, “Yeah?”
“Y/N, we’re leaving for the airport.”
You hear your mom’s voice and your eyes widen. You turn to look at Aemond only to see he’s nowhere to be found. You assume he’s gone back out the window and quickly open your door to say goodbye to your parents, who’ll be out of town for a business conference for the rest of the week.
They tell you that you can sleep over at Baela’s tomorrow if you don’t want to be home alone, or have her sleepover here. You smile and wave them off as the taxi comes to pick them up.
When you go back to your room, you close the door and let out a sigh. You’re startled by Aemond’s voice drawling from behind you.
“Well, that was a close call, wasn’t it?”
You shriek, turning around and slapping him, “You asshole!”
He laughs to himself, “You’re so jumpy. Like a bunny rabbit.”
You glare at him, “And you’re an asshole!”
He shakes his head, “No, you don’t think that, little bunny.”
“Well, no,” you relent, before frowning, “But don’t call me that, weirdo. Anyway, how are you with the whole Will and Alys thing?”
“I never really loved her. I thought I did. But now I know I didn’t,” he shrugs, taking a seat at the foot of your bed, “So it doesn’t bother me. But you,” he pauses, “You really loved Will, didn’t you?”
“Yeah,” you nod, sitting beside him, “It sucks seeing them together, even if the feelings are gone,” you let out a low breath, “Sometimes I’m sad but sometimes I’m so angry I feel like I could just stab the both of them.”
He raises an eyebrow, “Oh?”
“I’m really tired,” you say, yawning, “I’ll see you in second period.”
Aemond nods, “Yeah, I’ll just, erm, go on then.”
He moves to go out the window, making you laugh, “You can use the front door, idiot, my parents are gone!”
“No way,” he grins at you, “This is way more romantic, bunny.”
And with a wink, he’s gone. You shake your head at him. You sigh and change out of your jeans and tee shirt you’d worn to your shift into a baggy shirt.
As you turn the light off, you’re unaware of the two pairs of eyes that watch your every move.
“She said she wants to stab them both?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, that can be easily arranged.”
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When you said you wanted to stab William Tyrell and Alys Rivers, you didn’t mean it literally. So, when you get to school the next morning and Baela comes running up to you with the horrible news of their brutal murder, you’re pretty goddamn surprised.
Not sad, not angry. Just surprised. Each of you is called into the principal’s office individually to be questioned. Something you and your friends recall over lunch.
“What kind of questions did they ask you, Y/N?” Baela looks at you curiously.
“They asked me if I knew Alys,” you say from from position, your head resting in Aegon’s lap, your torso in Baela’s, and your legs strewn across Aemond’s, “I was like, ‘Yep! That’s the slut who stole my boyfriend and cheated on my friend! Glad the bitch is dead! Oh, he’s dead too? Damn, that’s so sad. Not.’”
Baela chokes on her drink from laughing, “You did not.”
“I wish I did,” you respond, “I told you guys why Will cheated on me in the first place, right?”
“Cuz you were way too hot for him?” Aegon teases, running his hands through your hair before resting his hand on your cheek, making you blush slightly at how intimate the touch is.
“Cuz I wouldn’t have sex with him. Then bitch decides to do it for me,” you shrug, “Joke’s on them, virgins survive murderous rampages. I can and will survive because I have rendered myself unfuckable.”
Your friends chuckle at your statement, Jace being the one to speak, “See? You’re such a Final Girl, Y/N, I keep telling you.”
“Oh my God, Jace, just shut up already,” Baela rolls her eyes at her brother..
“Hey, did they ask if you like to hunt?” Aegon asks his brother curiously.
Aemond nods, “Yeah, did they ask you?”
“Why would they ask you if you liked to hunt?” Baela questions the two, frowning.
“Cause their bodies were gutted,” Jace supplies, earning a slap on the back of the head from Aemond..
“Thank you, Jacaerys,” he deadpans, “For that wonderful description. Truly, we would be lost without you.”
“Fuck you, dude.”
You laugh softly, earning a small smile from Aemond as he runs a hand over your thigh, “They didn’t ask me.”
“Cause there is no way a girl could’ve killed them,” Aegon giggles.
Baela rolls her eyes at her cousin’s ignorant statement, “That is so sexist! The killer could easily be female. ‘Basic Instinct’?”
You nod in agreement, adding onto her point, “Yeah, ‘Fatal Attraction’ and ‘Misery’ too. Original ‘Friday the 13th’ killer was Jason’s mom. I mean, there are real life examples too! Look at Aileen Wuornos and Karla Homolka. Both serial killers.”
“Why do you know so much about serial killers, little bunny?” Aemond smirks, “Could it be that you’re one?”
“First of all, you need three victims to be a serial killer, so whoever this guy is, isn’t that special,” you sit up, resting your back against Baela, and wink at Aemond, legs still resting in his lap, “Second of all, yeah I totally could be.”
“Well, mark me down as scared and horny,” Aegon pipes up, making everyone except Jace laugh.
Jace instead counters his sister’s earlier statement, staring jealously at you and Aemond, “‘Basic Instinct’ was an ice pick and Wuornos was a gun. Not exactly the same thing.”
“Yeah, Alys and Will were completely hollowed out. And the fact is it takes a man to do something like that,” Aegon puffs out his chest, making you Baela roll your eyes.
“Or a man’s mentality,” Baela retorts.
“You guys know Rita Gluzman killed her husband with an axe, right?” you support her, “Lizzie Borden too. It’s not always poison or guns with women.”
“Why do you always have to bring up actual serial killers that I don’t know about?” Jace complains, “Unfair. We work at a video store, Y/N. Let’s stick to what we know.”
“As much as I enjoy a good horror flick,” you respond, shifting to rest your back against Aemond's chest, leading him to wrap an arm around you, “I like reading about the real shit more. It’s more interesting and relevant to real life, especially with what I wanna do after school.”
“Well, yeah, you’re gonna be the next Clarice Starling, right?” Aemond teases, his breath tickling the shell of your ear, “Interview some Hannibal Lecters and be a little badass?”
“Bet your ass I am,” you smirk, “I mean, out of me and Aegon, we both know I’m the one who’ll actually get somewhere in life.”
“Hey, you dated Will for a hot minute, Y/N,” Aegon grins at you wickedly, “Maybe they’re looking at the wrong profile of the killer.”
“Jilted ex-lover murders ex-boyfriend and his new girlfriend? Sounds pretty contrived to me, Aegon, try harder,” you roll her eyes, standing up, “Let’s go, B.”
As you stretch your arms over your head, trying to crack your back, your shirt rises slightly. It gives the boys a perfect view of your lower abdomen, something each of them enjoys.
Aemond unconsciously licks his lips and asks, staring up at you, “Where are, uh, you two off to?”
“I need to ask Coach if we’re still having practice today,” you reply, grabbing your backpack, “In light of the circumstances.”
“Oh, you mean your ex and his new squeeze being gutted?” Jace pipes in, earning a slap from Baela, “Ow!”
“Later, losers,” you roll your eyes.
“Are you still sleeping over tonight, Y/N?” Baela asks before you head off.
You shake your head and pout slightly, “I can’t. Mom said I could, but no one will be home to take care of my baby. Next time.”
“You’re so fucking obsessed with your fucking lizard,” Aegon rolls his eyes, “I swear, anytime I come over, it’s like ‘Oh, hold on, I have to walk Cannibal’ or ‘I need to give Cannibal a bath’. Jesus, woman, I used to have a best friend.”
You roll your eyes back at him, placing a hand on your hip, “First of all, Cannibal isn’t just any lizard. He’s a bearded dragon with two penises, which is two more than you have,” Aemond, Jace, and Baela cackle at Aegon's scowling face, “And second,” you move to lean toward him and pinch his cheeks, “When you’re a parent, Aegon, you’ll understand.”
You all laugh again before you and Baela wave goodbye and walk away.
Jace immediately turns to his cousins, speaking directly to Aemond.
“So, Aemond,” he began, “I couldn’t help but notice you checking Y/N out.”
Aemond rolls his eyes, “And, what about it?”
“And I was planning on asking her out tomorrow so-“
Aegon interrupts with a nasty chuckle, “You? And Y/N? Never gonna happen, little man.”
Jace frowns, “Why?”
Aegon swings his legs around to face Jace, “As her neighbor, best friend, and literally the person who knows her best on this planet, you’re just not her type.”
Jace’s frown deepens, “What’s her type then?”
“Have you seen that movie ’10 Things I Hate About You’?” Aegon asks, “The dude from that. Who is nothing like you. I’m talking about the cool one. Not the little shrimp. And ya know,” he grins deviously, “She’s had a thing for Aemy boy since we were kids. Only ever went out with William because this loser was going out with Miss Alys.”
“Shut up, Aegon, she doesn’t have a thing for me,” Aemond growls in annoyance, shoving his brother away.
“Of course she has! You’re so fuckin’ blind, dude. Maybe if you’d just grown some balls and asked her out she wouldn’t have gone out with that jackass William!”
“Dead jackass,” Jace points out, the three boys snickering to each other before departing for their respective classes, Aemond and Aegon to the same one.
Aegon looks at his brother, annoyed, “You know, I always resented that little crush she has on you. Considering I wanted her before you ever did.”
“Well, clearly, she doesn’t want either of us,” Aemond replies, grabbing his chemistry book out of his locker, “She doesn’t think of us as anything more than her friends.”
“Guess that just means we have to keep killing enough people until she sees us for what we are.”
“And what’s that, Aegon?”
He shrugs, “The only guys who deserve her.”
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scarrletmoon · 5 months
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it's izzy hands it's kylo ren it's billy from stranger things it's snape it's draco it's loki circa 2012-2014 it's a REPEATED PATTERN throughout all of fandom of an antagonistic white guy getting a devoted fanbase that is both disproportionate to his importance in the story and also misunderstands the white guy's role as an antagonist. they think their mean little guy is a misunderstood victim and they base their entire fandom experience around him. and then in season 2 ofmd went and redeemed izzy before killing him off to further ed's arc, something that is a solid choice from a technical writing standpoint but from a fandom perspective it built the izzy fans up into thinking they were right about how izzy has never been homophobic, izzy is a poor downtrodden abuse victim, and from day one izzy has been a protector and the only competent guy around and a loyal and dutiful first mate. and possibly the most significant part is that so many izzy fans have accidentally and unknowingly tricked themselves into thinking that izzy is a main character bc their fandom engagement revolves so heavily around izzy that they forgot the actual show itself doesn't, so they were completely blindsided by a death that has been foreshadowed since season one ("im not dying, not for that twat and not for you" and "only retirement we get is death" and the whole "plumb the depths, man" sequence where izzy was talking to stede through a death shroud ffs). and i want so bad to just ignore it but we literally got a queer romcom centered around an interracial couple and an incredibly diverse cast and an indigenous main character and a diverse writer's room and the season ended on a happy note and it's all about queer joy AND YET. soooooooo much of the post-season discussion has to center around the white side character!!! even in death izzy hands takes up a disproportionate amount of the fandom conversation and im exhausted. it's every fandom! every fucking time!! this isnt anything new this is the same time-honored fandom tradition of white man favoritism YET A-FUCKING-GAIN and im SO FUCKING TIRED OF IT!!!!!!!!!
(i get so scared when i turn on anon bc i’ve consistently gotten such shitty, cowardly messages through it but i’m glad this isn’t one of them lmao)
i know i’ve said this 374748 times but the last time i made the kylo ren/snape/white villain connection on twitter (i mean that’s on me, it’s twitter) i had people legit furious with me for calling them nazis which………..i literally never said
and i get the frustration. trust me, I GET IT. the white villain problem smashes right into white fragility and makes it almost impossible to talk about any of it. it means, like you said, that we’re talking about a fucking white side character in cast of amazing, nonwhite talent, because some people can’t handle confronting the fact that whiteness insulates them from the realities of racism, and that their ignorance and hostility makes them active participants in white supremacy
(and it’s really hard to explain this to people who’ve been taught that racism is when slurs and white klan hoods, because then they’ll say and do the most vile shit and CRY or fight you when you gently try to explain the racist shit they just did)
and because fandom is very queer as well as very white, we also have to contend with the kinds of white people who think that queerness somehow negates their whiteness. that they can’t express their privilege in contexts involving POC. that we’re making shit up to be victims and to minimize their pain on purpose. and time and time again, i have had my queerness erased by white people, so they feel comfortable ignoring criticism i only ever shared bc i was hoping for something better
i’ve said it again and again and again and AGAIN that it’s ESPECIALLY depressing seeing white people close ranks in ofmd fandom especially BECAUSE it has such a diverse cast and doesn’t shy away from discussing racism in all the ways it manifests. like, most of the racism in the show isn’t even subtle and y’all STILL elected to ignore it? do y’all not feel ANY shame about that?
and some of them don’t! bc they think we’re infiltrators. bc they’re only a few steps removed from “they will not replace us” as they see more POC try to join fannish spaces. and they’ll pretend they’re not trying to push us out bc they’re marginalized in other ways — deliberately ignoring the fact that they’re also crushing their fellow queer, disabled and marginalized community
so you’re tired? yeah. me the fuck too. we deserve so much better
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Hi! I’m sorry I’m gonna write to you a fucking essay on lumax, because I’m going insane.
I’m sooo tired by fic writers making lumax seem less serious and like make Max not like Lucas and them ending up friends even when it’s not el/max. Like. They are not on and off, they are being goofy.
I mean, in order to be together, they had to make very serious decisions. Lucas had to go against the party again, and for a girl (directly contradicting his season 1 arc), and stand up for his beliefs. Even when last time he did it he was so wrong. And he chose Max again and again, even after understanding who Billie is. Him standing up to the party and being loyal to someone even though it directly contradicts the lessons he learnt in season 1 works so so well for his character.
And Max, being an abused, fatherless girl, from a racist household with two violent men who are not blood relatives, separating from her family and choosing Lucas and freedom, it’s such a heavy decision that most adult women in her situation are incapable of making! And she did it!
They work so well together, and I believe that they are really, probably are going to be together for life (Lucas asking his dad about his relationship with his mom shows that he is very serious about it from the very beginning). In season two they are so obviously making choices that are life altering! And then!! In season three!!!! They are just goofy ass teenagers. Like I honestly expected them being all star crossed, AND NO! They are fucking around!
Like I’ve seen sooo many fics where Lucas and Max are called “on-and-off again” and being compared to mileven or byler who are presented as romantic and true and I have to scream!
They are not “on again off again”! They are two middle schoolers!!! They are playing house!!! They are being over dramatic!!! It’s about Max saying to at least someone “I can just stand up and leave”, it’s about Lucas being loyal and replying to her “you can be as mean as you want and I will find it funny and challenging, I will never act threatened by your strength”!!! It’s a game where Max always comes back! That’s just them playing out scenarios and testing boundaries, they are not on and off!
lumax <3 my babies. best romance in the show, and i’m so dead serious about that.
i kinda see it both ways, i think the dumping thing is both just a silly, goofy kid thing. i mean, she dumps lucas just because el dumped mike lmao. but i also think it’s max testing lucas in a way.
like you said, she doesn’t have any positive male relationships in her life. so with lucas, it’s like she’s lashing out. seeing if he’s just gonna abandon her. if he’ll get tired and realise she isn’t worth it. but he doesn’t. he comes back every single time. and that’s so important!!!
they aren’t on and off because they don’t love each other, they’re on and off because they do love each other, and they’re kids and won’t always know how to interact in a super healthy way.
they’re literally a mixed race couple in the 80s, and max has a very racist family. to be together at all means that they’re devoted to each other!
how can you watch any of the seasons, but specifically 4, and think otherwise?
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ATTITUDE (… CHRISTMAS SPECIAL!!)
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I feel very motivated. Yes it’s 5 am
It’s December now……..originally wasn’t gonna consider this canon but it is. We’re cooking again. WE DRAW CLOSER TO 2002!!!!!!! its december 24th 2001 in story!!!
this one’s a quick one since it’s just a one off chrystler chapter.
hopefully it’ll hold u guys for just a LIITTLEEE longer while i work on other things too. by the way when i rewatched the eggnog match, it was so fast it actually made me mad LMAO, well not much you can do there anyway so i tried improvising..?
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‘TWAS THE RAW before Christmas and you’re sure there’s a lot of holiday cheer. You’re excited. What’s the night got in store?
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You received a blue and red envelope in your locker today.
It’s painfully obvious they were invited to Smackdown and Raw’s Christmas parties, but you think it’s only because they want you to see what each brand had in store. They hadn’t started the draft yet, but you’re sure both General Managers had their eyes on a few picks…including you.
All you can hope is that the fans don’t get tired of you. It’s probably the only way you’d be allowed to be a free agent.
Before you can leave, your phone rings. You’re a little concerned, given that you’re at work and have never ever gotten a call. You’re about to enter the room, but you take a step back to quickly answer. “Hello?”
‘Hello, sweetie! How are you? Are you working?’
It’s your mother, and when hearing her voice, you sigh. “Hey, yes. I’m working. Is something wrong?”
‘No, no at all.’ It makes you sigh again, but this time in relief. ‘I watched one of your shows. That Jeff boy seems very nice. I’d like if you bring him home for Christmas!’
Oh, that’s not…
It takes you a moment to respond. “What? Why?”
‘He just seems sweet! That is a pure-hearted boy, and you seem to care for him enough. I’ll be expecting you two love birds.’ She says. ‘That is if you’re able to come home.’
“I’m not sure. I think I might, but only for a day. The next Raw doesn’t get taped until…well, next year. In January. I forgot when Smackdown was.”
‘I hope you do. We miss you very much. Give what I said some thought! I won’t bother you anymore. I love you!’
“Love you too. Bye bye.” And you hang up. You don’t think you’ll ever tell anyone what she said. You probably wouldn’t hear the end of it!
You take a deep breath and shake it off. As you walk through the door, you’re greeted by a camera and…Pat Patterson and Gerald Brisco in elf outfits.
Wow, what a party Mr. McMahon has hosted…
Speaking of him, he was already at the door once he opened it. “I totally wasn’t listening to your conversation,” He clarified. You roll your eyes. But your boss is thrilled to see you, outstretching his arms.
“You’re the star of the night! I assure you, you’ve chosen the right party. You’re going to love it here.”
He tries going in for a hug, but you don’t react. Instead, he awkwardly reaches his hand out, and you shake it hesitantly. This is still your boss, after all.
“Everybody give a warm welcome to [Name]!” Vince announced. Great, now everyone’s staring.
You give a small wave as everyone in the room soundly greets you. Some of these people look familiar. Billy and Chuck, Terri, Christian, The Dudley Boyz….
And then there’s Stacy. Your eyes brighten once you see her in the room. She’s the only one you know well. She’s also excited to see you, hopping off of (who you can assume is) Bubba’s lap.
“[Name]! You came!”
“Hi.” You wave. “You look nice.”
Your voice is dry, which makes Stacy pout in return. However, your compliment puts her at ease. “Thanks!”
She then takes her hand and pulls on your shirt. “What’s with this? I thought you’d be all dressed up! It’s about to be Christmas! You dressed up when we were in WCW, remember?”
You do. It’s not because you wanted to, either. You didn’t really have a choice. Management wanted all the girls to come out in their little cute Santa’s helper costumes, and the moment you complained about it, you were told that you could just go for the day…and not be on TV.
You shake your head. “I’d rather just wear my regular clothes. Now, you may ask why again. The answer…is because I can. “To you, that reason was as good as any.
“Ugh, come on.” She whines. “I wanted to see you in something nice. I think the crowd would love it, too!”
There lies the problem. You scoff. “As if I’m showing any kind of skin in this landfill of a place called Miami. Of all the states we have to be in, it’s Florida?! Gross..” Your words incite booing from the crowd, but it’s not like you can hear them anyway. “This place sucks. I saw a man wrestling an alligator outside.”
“You’re silly. You should take a load off.” Stacy grins. Little did she know, you were dead serious. And the man was WINNING! Incredible.
You figured there was no convincing Stacy. She must’ve thought you were crazy.....if she doesn’t already.
She takes her hand and pats your shoulder. “It’s okay, [Name]. Maybe you’re just a little hazy from excitement. You should have some fun with us!”
“I don’t think I can.” You decline. “I’ve got a segment soon. So, not for long. Whatever’s going on here, I’m happy to see we’re all getting along.”
“I’m taking that you like it here?” Vince cuts in, then motions towards the other wrestlers. “See all the star power in here. That could be you. You can be involved. You sign with SmackDown, I promise you you’ll see that and more.”
You will consider. You’re not entirely sure whether or not you want to be with either brand because they have pros and cons. The problem is, which one would you rather deal with?
“Right, um..” You hesitate for a second, and Vince immediately jumps on his chance.
“Well, why don’t you come over and drink some punch? If that’s not your thing, we’ve got a lot of options.” He holds up a bottle of sparkling cider.
Man, he’s really trying hard, huh?
The arrival of Booker T grabs his attention, and you slink away to Christian instead. “Hey! Been a while.”
Christian looks around before looking at you with a grin. (Something you know he did on purpose) “If it isn’t my favorite fan! How’s it going, tiny?”
It’s been a while since he’s even called you that nickname, and it still does NOT hold true. You swear to god it’s not true. “I have definitely been fine! Just hanging in there.”
“I dunno, what you did at Vengeance was completely nuts. Are you sure you’re just hanging in there? Not gonna do the same to me, are you?” He asks.
“No. I just want to relax today! I really do.” You admit. You’re tired, and you want some time to think. This party does nothing for your racing thoughts, but the least you could do was try and enjoy it before leaving.
Which was probably soon.
“I don’t mean to butt in at all,” Terri comes over to you and rubs your shoulder. “But are you doing alright? The last time I saw you was when you mistook me for Torrie. And you had a bit of a meltdown during Vengeance.”
Wow, you really did leave a mark. Everyone must know about your little stunt. You fight a smile. “I’m just fine. I got my anger out and everything. I’m totally not mad.”
That was a lie. You are still mad and are unsure how long it’ll last, but you are still upset at Torrie. You’re still upset at Jeff and Raven as well, but the difference is that you don’t think you’ll ever forgive her for what she’s done so far.
Terri was going to speak again, but Vince loudly called everyone to attention. “You guys! Listen up, I got a surprise.” The door opens, and you don’t believe your eyes. “Courtesy of Santa himself, Santa’s little helpers!”
….Wait a second, these aren’t elves. They’re women! Did he seriously invite strippers?
They’re fully clothed, but their dresses were so short you might as well consider it next to nothing. It’s not like you’re complaining per se, but jeez. Wasn’t this supposed to be a kid-friendly show?
Haha, as if. You chuckle to yourself a bit.
Vince is introducing them as Santa’s helpers indeed. He takes “Vixen’s” hand to lead her onto a table.
“Alright,” You don’t want to stay around for this. “You guys have a good night, okay? I think I’m cutting it close. I need to get out in the ring.”
“But I’ve got a lot to show you, [Name]. You can’t just leave yet!” Vince tried to convince you, but you shook your head.
“Really can’t. But I promise I’ll consider Smackdown.”
You have to quickly exit before he can say anymore, but you can’t deny that you’re excited to talk in the ring.
Did you expect anything less from Vince McMahon? No. Hopefully, Raw would fare better.
Well, you’ll see soon enough.
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It’s your turn to go out there, and you were pretty amped up about it. Sure, it’s another show of Raw, but it’s Christmas Eve, and Santa should be out and about now!
You want to show the crowd and everyone at home how excited you are for Christmas. Today’s another episode of Time Out with [Name]!
Once your entrance music plays, you push back the curtains and head down the ramp. Thanks to your stunt at Vengeance, you got a lot of mixed reactions from the crowd. 
Jerry is the first to point it out. ‘Well, she seems to be in a good mood, JR!’
‘She sure is. I’m not sure if we should be on guard or not. That woman is a ticking time bomb just waiting to explode.’
Thankfully, they had given you a mic before going out there. The moment you slid into the ring and were faced to face with thousands of people, you couldn’t help but fall into a laugh.
“Okay, I know what you guys are thinking,” You begin. “Vengeance may have gotten a little out of hand! I get it. But if you were in my shoes, you’d understand! Anyway, that’s not why I came here tonight.”
JR can only shake his head. ‘Well, I’m sure we’d all like to hear what’s going on in that mind of hers.’
“I have an extraordinary guest today..” You trail off. “In fact, you all know him very well! He sees you when you’re sleeping, he knows when you’re awake! It’s Santa—“
The Rock’s music plays instead. He quickly storms down to the ring, and you’re actually shocked that he interrupted you like that. The crowd cheers so loudly that you can’t even hear your thoughts. You figured it was a given. You’re in Miami, after all.
You start to talk as soon as he starts climbing into the ring. “Um, excuse me? Rocky?” The little pet name you call him makes him raise that iconic eyebrow toward you. “I-I didn’t call for you. I was waiting for Santa. But you’re more than welcome to wait for him with me.”
He stares at you momentarily, then reaches over the ring for a mic. There’s still more silence, and as you await your response, you look at him expectantly.
“..No.” He finally says. “The Rock came here to share a very important message with the MILLIONS—and MILLIONS—of Rock’s fans.”
“I get that.” You say. “I’m all for it, but this is my show. Like, jeez, if you’re gonna interrupt Santa, at least let me ask you some questions.”
“You think Santa’s coming here?! Miami is hot as hell, the guy’s gonna melt!” He’s got a fair point. But it’s Christmas! Santa would make a way to get here one way or another. “[Name], The Rock came out here because he has a few questions for you. You’re going to want to hear this, sweetheart.”
You’d be almost flattered at the pet name if it wasn’t for the slight derisive tone behind it. You can’t deny your curiosity, though. “Oh, pray tell!”
“You and The Rock both hate Chris Jericho. You and The Rock also hate….Stephanie McMahon.” He says. It’s true. Very true! You hate both of them. “And because we share the same hatred, The Rock has gotten you a gift. Consider it a peace offering.”
How sweet! Can’t refuse presents. Maybe Santa could wait for a minute. Hopefully, Austin won’t get too angry that you’ve accepted this.
He reaches over the ropes to one of the stagehands, and he’s handed a neatly wrapped gift. It is handed off to you, and you’re already excited, ripping it open as fast as possible.
The camera zooms in on your gift, and it’s…
…a book with a red bull on the cover. You look at him in confusion before repeating the title for the crowd. “The Rock’s night before Christmas? Did you really just give me a book??”
The Rock ignores your comment, and the crowd laughs as he takes the book away from you.
“You sure are. Here, let The Rock help you,” He flips open the book to one of the pages. “Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even….a mouse.” He pauses for a moment. “The weather was warm, not a trace of snow, just as The Rock got ready to whoop Chris Jericho.”
You nod your head. The only reason why you’re playing along is because of the Jericho line.
But he teases you anyway. “…See, there you go. That’s how you read a book. Go on, try it.” He hands it back to you.
You clear your throat. Guess that’ll be a way to pass the time waiting for Santa. “Jericho claims to be the best. The Rock has found this quite brutal. Clearly, Chris Jericho is a man who has no strudel.”
Whatever that means. The crowd goes crazy, though.
You look over to The Rock, and he nods in approval. He makes a motion with his hands for you to keep going. “I am a living legend! Y2J would sing, trembling with fear as he heads into the peoples ring…and faster, faster than Scrooge, saw the ghost of Christmas past—“
The Rock cuts you off, finishing the rhyme once and for all. “The Rock hit the people’s ring and WHOOPED Y2J’S ASS!”
Wow! What a wonderful Christmas gift. Not.
You thought it was something useful. For all you care, he could’ve gifted you a chair. A brand new kendo stick. Maybe even a steel pole. Hell, you’d even take a pair of socks over this book.
“Not to sound ungrateful, but this is my gift? No joke?”
The Rock nodded. “Well?? Do you like it?”
Your silence told a million words. The moment you’re about to speak, you can’t help but laugh once more. It takes you a minute to pull it together.
“As much as I would love to rag on Jericho, and believe me, I would LOVE to rag on him, that’s not what I expected. It’s Santa. And in the spirit of Christmas, it just so happens I have a gift for the crowd, too.”
The crowd cheers, but you already know what they’re thinking. You point a finger upward. “No, it has nothing to do with me taking my clothes off!”
And just like that, the crowd begins to boo. Aw.
Just as you’re about to spill the deets about your Christmas gift, the familiar tune of Kurt Angle’s music plays. For the love of god, you just want Santa Claus!!
“Sorry, guys..” Kurt insincerely apologizes from the top of the ramp. “All this talk about Christmas makes me think about something. What is it that you said about Santa Claus? He sees you when you’re sleeping..he knows when you’re awake?”
You scoff at the mimicking of what you said earlier, but he continues. “Well, if you ask me, Saint Nick is a pervert! I’ll tell ya what, I hope Santa isn’t watching tonight because I plan on being very naughty.”
How dare he drag Santa’s name through the dirt like that? “You can’t say those things about Santa. Most importantly, you can’t just say you’ll be naughty! You’re the pervert!” You accuse.
“You’re the only one thinking that way, [Name]!” Kurt accused back. “And boy, I am glad you’re not stripping out here tonight. Now that’s a relief. This is supposed to be a kid-friendly show!” Yeah right.
“Are you sure about that?” You question. “Earlier, there was—“
He quickly cuts you off. “As a matter of fact, you or anyone else shouldn’t be idolizing Santa. There is someone far more powerful than he is, and it’s Vince McMahon. In fact, he got your Olympic hero a very special Christmas present.”
“Vince makes little kids cry at that sight of him!” You accuse. “You think they’d idolize him??”
You’re unsure if it is true, but he’s scary. You remember when he ran towards you and Trish during that one match. A literal nightmare. “What did you get? I bet it’s not better than mine!”
“Don’t you know?” As Kurt is speaking, you can hear the crowd chanting ‘asshole’ around you. It makes you giggle. “It’s—“
“Woah, woah, woah!” The Rock interrupts. “Please let them finish calling you an asshole!”
You seem exasperated that your show has been hijacked yet again, on Christmas Eve nonetheless. “Guys, there’s gotta be a way we can settle this. You know, somewhere else?”
“No, no, you’re gonna wanna hear this,” Kurt says. Both of them have said that, so that means that you won’t like it as much..
“That present is a shot at the undisputed title. That’s right, tonight is going to be a triple-threat match. The Rock versus Chris Jericho versus Kurt Angle. Ho, ho, ho, it’s true!”
You had brushed it off when she said it in passing, but Trish really had a point when she said that the men ruin everything. This was already cutting into your time.
Kurt seems to be confident, though. “And I tell you what, Rock, your chances at winning the title in front of these sleazy hometown losers just went slim to none!”
“Let me just say,” You decide to add. “That Stone Cold Steve Austin would wipe you two off the map! Uh, no offense, Rocky.” You say, gently setting a hand onto his bicep. “If Vince McMahon had any good in him, which I doubt, he would let Austin into that triple threat and make it a fatal four-way!”
The jeering quickly turns into cheers, and you bow to your fantastic suggestion.
“Oh, absolutely not!” Kurt yells. He decides to make his way down the ramp, and you start to feel like this isn’t ending well. “I got this fair and square. Stone Cold doesn’t deserve this as much as I do. There’s a reason why Vince put the Olympic Gold Medalist into action and not some trailer park trash.”
Ouch. You wince.
“Seeing as you came out here and interrupted [Name] ’s little show..” Finally, the recognition you deserve. “Just let The Rock finish his Christmas message and he’ll tell you exactly how he feels about this whole thing—“
The sound of holiday bells fills the arena, and you immediately shush The Rock, albeit ruder than you intended to be. “SHUT UP, SHUT UP!” You yell. “IT’S SANTA!”
Lo and behold, it’s Jolly Old Saint Nick himself. Santa’s holding a red sack, which is likely full of presents.
More than likely, it was merchandise, and Santa reached in and began tossing things into the crowd. You’re giving him a standing ovation.
The Rock looks at you as if you’re insane. Even Kurt, who had just begun climbing the ropes into the ring, shoots you a look as well.
“Look! It’s Santa!” You exclaim, pointing right at him. “He’s right there! I told you guys he was coming!”
After a minute of throwing things out into the crowd, Santa chucks his bag into the ring and clambers in. You immediately hold out your mic for him to take. You’ll grab another one, you don’t even care.
“Ho, ho, ho!” Santa bellowed. This is really happening in real time. You skip over to the ropes and reach for a new mic as he continues talking. “Have you wrestlers been good this year?!”
You make haste to grab a new microphone. “I have!” There’s a giggle in your voice. “I don’t know about them, but I’ve been the nicest!”
Kurt shakes his head. “I don’t think so! You beat up poor Stephanie McMahon just a few weeks ago!” He calls back to your handicap match, but in your defense, she started it.
“That wasn’t my fault. Stephanie was trying to interfere! She even interrupted my show!” You shoot back. “You know, like you two interrupted mine?!”
He’s still not swayed. “She’s a potential business partner! You can’t just do that to a potential business partner!” Kurt then gives you a sardonic grin. “Personally, I’m just making it better.”
“A potential business partner? HA! Maybe on the street!” You laugh. “I swear to god, I will—“
Santa immediately puts a stop to your petty bickering. “Friends! There’s no need to argue. I can see how good you are in your hearts!”
That was so real. You smile, but The Rock is shaking his head. He points a finger toward him. “So, Santa, you came to The Rock’s hometown of Miami…..all the way from the North Pole? The Rock isn’t sure if he believes that.”
“What do you mean you don’t believe it?! He’s Santa!” You motion towards him.
Kurt doesn’t believe it either. “Yeah, right. I hate to agree with him, but look at him!”
All three of you turn to look at Santa at the same time. You personally see nothing wrong with him. “What’s the deal? This is definitely Santa.”
“…Well, [Name], whatd’ya want for Christmas?” Santa asks.
“See! How else would he know my name if he wasn’t Santa?” You question. You take a second to think about what you want, then bring the mic up so you can talk.
As soon as you’re about to speak, Santa Claus stands up and cuts you off. “Aht, aht, aht!” He waves a finger. “That was a test. Never tell your wish! Fret not, Santa knows all. Perhaps you’ll get what you want this year!”
You’re convinced and happy. That’s all that matters.
“Listen, ‘SANTA,’ Kurt sarcastically begins. “If you’re the real deal, I want to win the Undisputed Championship tonight. Can ya’ do that for me?!”
“I apologize, Kurt, but…. you’ve told me your wish; I don’t believe I can grant it.”
“HA!” You laugh. He’s not getting the Undisputed title for sure now. That’s one less thing for you to worry about.
“You can’t grant my wish...” Kurt repeats, nodding his head a bit. “Okay.” He shrugs it off momentarily, giving the impression that he’s about to leave, but he swoops Santa off his feet and into an Olympic Slam. As soon as Poor Santa hits the ground, Kurt angrily yells at him. “YOU’RE GONNA GIVE ME MY WISH, SANTA!”
“Wait!!” You yell. But it’s too late. “NOO! What’re you doing?! I can’t believe you!!!” You’re so distraught that your words are coming out way too fast. Kurt Angle just gave Santa an Olympic Slam!
To make things worse, Kurt pulls him right into the Ankle Lock. You’re yelling, but The Rock just stands there. That is until he decides to yank Kurt back and exchange blows with him instead.
As of right now, pain is all you feel. You kneel down to the fallen Santa, trying your best to help him up.
There’s one thing for sure. This Raw would be memorable…for all the wrong reasons.
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Today’s matches are as follows…
RIKISHI VS. TEST
APA VS. BILLY AND CHUCK
TORRIE WILSON VS. STACY KEIBLER VS. [NAME] (EGGNOG MATCH)
RVD VS. LANCE STORM
CHRISTIAN VS. THE HURRICANE (EUROPEAN TITLE)
BOOKER T VS. MAVEN
BUBBA CLAUS VS. TAJIRI CLAUS
CHRIS JERICHO VS. KURT ANGLE VS. THE ROCK
You double take once you see your name alongside Stacy and Torrie.
Who put you in the eggnog match? You’re going to kill someone. This is probably one of the first gimmick matches you’ve had here, and it makes you reconsider shunning a bra and panties match…
….Nah, nothing would ever make you reconsider that. By some stroke of luck, you haven’t been signed up for one. However, you’d much rather have an actual match tonight!
Now you’ve got a bone to pick with Raw’s new owner. More than likely, he had something to do with this, so you can’t blame Vince THIS TIME. You may just start blaming him for shits and giggles, though.
“[Name]!”
You look behind you to see RVD storming down the hall. He doesn’t seem in the greatest of moods, but you still try and be friendly. “Hey there! What’s up?”
It’s a bit off-putting to see him so irritated. He seems so laid back. The moment he grabs your shoulders is when you realize that it may be serious. “Have you seen Chris Jericho? This is important.”
Seems like everyone’s looking for him. He is always causing trouble. You think it’ll only get worse now that he’s the Undisputed champion, but you can only hope someone else can beat him.
If that doesn’t happen, perhaps you’ll have to intervene.
He rubs his temple. “He attacked me on Heat before Vengeance. I know he’s performing tonight, but I don’t care. Lance Storm had a lot to say about it, so now I’ve gotta kick his ass.”
“I’m sure you’ll get it. My advice is to try the locker room. He’s vain enough to stay in there for days if he could. I’m sure he loves checking himself out.” You recommend.
RVD seems to relax a bit. He doesn’t think he can be mad around you, at least not for long. He lets go of your shoulders. “Alright, Miss Nitro. I’ll try.”
That’s like the second nickname someone’s given you. Can’t complain about it, though. It’s kinda cute!
Though you feel bad that you can only catch him in the halls, you smile anyway. “I’ll catch up with you later. I’ve gotta hit up the party. We’ve gotta hang out sometime. I really enjoyed it when we were a team.”
“Ditto.” He agrees. “Well, when you need a partner, come find me.”
You wave at him, he returns it, and you two go your separate ways. The main objective was to get to Raw’s party. Talking to Ric Flair was really important.
You could hear a distant “woo!!” from down the hallway. Yeah, he’s definitely in there.
You pick up the pace a bit to reach the door, and you quickly open it. Upon entry, you can see more people that you know. Trish, Jacqueline, Big Show, Hurricane, Tajiri, Torrie…
Seeing her sitting in Santa Tajiri’s lap, you can’t help but stare in awe. She seems surprised, too, not expecting you to be at the party. There’s a camera here, so it follows you to where you stand. You cross your arms.
They did an awful job of telling you these things.
You glance around again and notice that Edge is here, too. God damn it.
Once you and Torrie locked eyes, the room fell silent. Some of your coworkers are starting to get an idea of how unstable you are.
They just hoped you wouldn’t go ballistic on her right now. It’s a party! You’re supposed to be having fun! You get the gist, so you decide to clear the air. “I just want to talk to Ric Flair. I'm not here to fight or anything.”
Nevermind the fact you got an invitation..
Everyone seems to let out a sigh of relief, continuing their miscellaneous conversations. Were they really that concerned..?
The Nature Boy makes his way over to you. “You called for me?!” You flinch at his tone of voice. He’s so loud.
“Yeah, why’d you schedule me in that eggnog match?” You question. “I don’t want to be in it. In fact, there’s no reason for me to be in it.”
He grabs a drink from the table and raises it up toward you in offering. “I thought it would be a good opportunity, I wanna see you wrestle!”
You wave your hand at him. “You did! Remember that one match with The Rock? You fixed the match!”
“Not good enough! I wanna see some hair pullin’, eye scratchin’, clothes rippin’! Woo!” Ric chants. “You’re the only person that can deliver it! I've seen you go at it when you were in WCW!”
You can’t even get a word out before he’s yelling even more. “MERRY CHRISTMAS, FROM THE NATURE BOY!! WE ARE PARTYING DOWN TONIGHT, WE ARE LOOKIN’ GOOD!”
You really fight the urge to say: “Take your pills, old man,” but you instead decide to zip it for now. Guess you’ll have to participate.
Meanwhile, Edge makes his way over to you. He’s got garland wrapped around his neck like a scarf, and you know he’s still goofy as ever.
“Hey there, you.” He greets.
You wave. “Hi.” This is too awkward for you, so you cut to the chase. “We’re fine now, right? I saw you catch my kiss. I blew you.”
“Hah, blew me.” Edge chuckled. Ha, ha. You almost laughed, he’s sooo hilarious. “I don’t know why you came out there, but I kind of liked it.”
You’re happy. At least he didn’t seem to be mad at you anymore. He totally took things out of context. You wanted to map out a few things to say to him in your head, but it’s tough when Torrie talks so loudly in her squeaky voice.
It’s like she was doing it on purpose. Like she’s raising her voice so that you could hear. If that’s what she wants, so be it. You turn around to look.
“Wooow!!” She chirps, unwrapping a lingerie set from the box. “You want me to be naughty, don’t you?! It’s beautiful, I love it!”
God, you hate her. You swiftly turn around to leave but are stopped by Debra coming in with a tray of neatly placed cookies.
“Hey, sweetie!” She greets you with a big smile. “I’m glad you could make it! It’s not a party without my famous cookies!”
You’re gonna be honest. Those look like the sugar cookies from the store, but you’ll still eat them.
She hands over the tray to Ric. “Oh! Steve will be here any minute!” He’s coming too?! Cool! It is a little surprising to hear he’s actually gonna show up. Everyone in the room starts to cheer, including the crowd.
Alright, perhaps the night can turn itself around after all.
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Eggnog shouldn’t be that bad. It's not your favorite drink, but it’s better than gravy. You bet poor Trish had to take so many showers.
It honestly reminds you of when Kurt hosed the Alliance down with milk. You won’t ever forget that night. You shiver just thinking about it.
The ladies of the night have already made their entrance. You’re the last one to come out. You don’t even bother dressing up all festive, as your gear will probably be drenched anyway.
Your music hits. Now’s the time to go out there and get this match done as quick as you can.
“And finally, introducing [Name]!”
For a moment, you stop midway on the ramp to look at the girls and the pool of eggnog.
If they said this was for a WCW taping, you would’ve believed them.
You finally reach the end of the ramp, looking over and shaking your head. You can’t believe you’re doing this. All the while, Torrie’s tossing candy canes into the crowd while you walk over toward the side. At least someone’s enjoying this.
As soon as you get down there, she turns toward you and coyly passes you a candy cane, but you slap it out of her hand. You don’t want that shit.
Stacy quickly takes advantage, yanking her over by the shoulder and slapping her. Stacy yells over to you, “Let’s throw her in!”
Absolutely. You give her a nod, and the two of you back over to Torrie. The both of you pick her up, adjusting so she doesn’t get hurt too bad when you toss her.
“One, two….” You begin to count, the two of you rocking back and forth. “Three!” And there she goes, right into the pool of eggnog. Some of it splashes on you, but you don’t care.
Cameras around you flashed and it almost blinded you for a moment, causing you to squint for a moment before rubbing your eyes.
Once you come to, you see Stacy raising her hand for a high five. You smile and give her one, but as soon as she turns her back on you to laugh at Torrie, you shove her into the pool.
What an idiot! It’s every woman for themselves tonight. While you actually start to find this fun, you foresee a messy shower in the future. Carefully, you step right into the pool. You didn’t want to slip and hurt yourself.
Of course, the first thing you do is to try and drown Torrie. Just to shut her up for a bit. You grab her hair, submerge her under the eggnog for a minute or two, and then pull her back up. She’s coughing and sputtering.
Stacy’s doing her best to regain some balance, even trying to grab on the referee for some leverage. You’re too focused on Torrie, though.
The smell of eggnog was starting to make you sick. You don’t think you ever want to see eggnog ever again.
You try to adjust to pull Torrie onto a very slippery STF, but you keep losing your grip every few seconds. You did your best to keep it on, though.
Torrie reaches her hand out, but there’s no rope to save her now. You think she’s just about to tap!….until Stacy got her head back in the game and broke up the submission.
Now, you’ll have to focus on her for a minute. There’s not much you can do in the pool, which is one of the reasons why you hated this match so much.
She drags you off of Torrie and starts slapping you around a bit. Seems like she doesn’t know what to do either.
That damn Ric Flair. What did you even get out of this? Definitely not a title match that’s for sure.
Either you do a roll up pin or you force them to tap. You’re leaning on the latter. You don’t know your time limit, so you’re gonna have to make do. You scoop Stacy up and slam her back into the pool, eggnog splashing everywhere.
Poor Torrie’s little Santa outfit was almost halfway off of her. Stacy was in the same state. You were smart enough NOT to dress in anything like that. The crowd can have them, but not you!
“You girls have five more minutes!” The referee whisper-shouted.
Five minutes, okay. That’s not bad. Five minutes…
Wait, FIVE MINUTES?! Not good. You start to panic inwardly, and Torrie is the first to catch on.
She comes out of character to check in on you for a second. That is, after she coughs out more eggnog.
“Are you okay?”
“Fine, but five minutes!” You exclaim, nearly losing your own footing, trying to adjust yourself.
You all need to start wrapping it up then. You’re almost disappointed it’s already almost over. Almost.
“Stacy!” You whisper-shout. “You’re gonna have to tap!” When you finish your sentence, you’re already moving to sweep her off her feet.
You really wish it was Torrie, but she’s too busy trying to get herself together. Man, if she threw up, there’s gonna be a problem.
Stacy desperately tries to claw at your arm to escape, to no avail. The referee circles around you two, and before you know it, she is tapping, causing eggnog to splash everywhere.
You let her go and shove her away, and the referee helps you up to raise your arm. You’re just ready to get the fuck out of dodge. You actually think that was the most embarrassing match you’ve been in.
“The winner of the eggnog match, [Name]!”
You snatch your arm from the referee and turn away to walk begrudgingly up the ramp, but don’t forget to bat your hand at the girls and the pool.
Your music blares in your ears, but it all sounds dull. All you care about is hitting the showers.
You’ve won, but at what cost? Sometimes, you really can’t help but hate your job.
As soon as you hit that curtain, Ric Flair gives you a round of applause with a smile. “Bravo!” Shockingly enough, he’s not being annoyingly loud. “Woooo! That was a show!”
“Good enough for you?” You ask sardonically. One of the stagehands passes you a towel, and you thank them. You use it to dry your face and hair. It’s gonna have to do for now.
God, you think you may have gotten eggnog in your ear…
“Hope you’re satisfied.” You have to hit your palm against your ear.
He just laughs, making you narrow your eyes.
“Listen, listen, I just have a deal for you. Because you did the favor of participating in this match, I’ve thought…how would you like to participate in the Royal Rumble?”
“What?!” You exclaim, nearly dropping your towel. “Are you serious?”
“Sure am. You see, I would like to surprise Vince. To keep him on his toes, I’m a bigger threat than he’ll ever know.” Ric explains. “There’s only 30 spots; I’m sure he will fill them quickly. So, you may want to talk to your fellow wrestlers. Maybe they’ll give up a spot.”
That’ll be hard to do. You know for a fact no man is willing to give up a spot like that. You’ll have to drive a hard bargain…
It takes a moment for you to respond. “..Well, I would love to, really! But I wouldn’t know how to get anyone to give up their spot. And I would have to just. I don’t know. I’m not sure.”
It was sprung onto you so suddenly that you weren’t sure what to do. Ric understands, luckily.
“Well, how about this? You take the rest of the night off. Go get cleaned up and think about it. Trust me, both of us are the winners.”
Now, that is an offer you cannot refuse. You’ll have to join the party next time.
For now, you just need to think.
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toburnup · 9 months
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I don’t understand why people care enough to negatively comment on work because they don’t like a character…
I don’t like some characters that my friends reblog and I just scroll past like a normal person, I’m not going to dictate or judge what people like and I can’t stand the way people say “oh I block people who like *insert character they dislike*” like it’s so petty and strange… I like all your work I think you’re a great writer do I ship all the same people as you? Nope but does it bother me? Not at all. There is no letting people have fun in this fandom I swear to god!
i find it very odd. it's especially easy to avoid on tumblr, so i don't understand people's reactions (also, sorry, i accidentally wrote a whole essay here)
i'm not sure if it's because so many people in the ST fandom are newer to fandom in general, or it's just how things are now (i'm afraid it's this one), but i find that a surprising amount of people see any interest in a character as like... symbolic of someone's personal morals and values. and this is especially rampant among steddie shippers which is unfortunate. i block a ton of people on twitter because they say "hellcheer dni" and then i see passive aggressive messages on discord about how i blocked them. is this because people make the media they consume their whole ID? or people trying to play activist? (i've said it before on here but my activism isn't an online activity for me, it's my work and it's my personal life, and i'm intentional about separating these. i don't share much about my life on here on purpose).
billy anti's are actually scary at times. i personally don't see the logic of harassing real people in the name of fictional characters (and this is a generalization, but most of the time it's white shippers pulling that shit which just feels performative at best). this isn't billy-related, but joseph quinn fans bullied a jquinn fan account (run by a woc) off of twitter because she wasn't retweeting social justice-related posts. lmao. people really see sj rt's as the be-all and end-all of Being a Good Person. like people have lives outside of fandom and they can't see that.
LONG STORY SHORT, i know that posting my hellcheer and metalsandwich fic is going to make some people hate me or whatever, but i'm really tired of feeling like i can only openly like and enjoy steddie in order to have value here. if people are going to stop reading what i write, or blacklist me or whatever, i'll make my peace with that. and let's be real, who's really the one losing out in that scenario? because it's not me.
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blue-jisungs · 9 months
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your moots as songs go!!
GOSH I REALLY WANTED TO DO THAY BUT NOW THAT I REALLY GOT IT IM SWEATING ITS SO HARD LMAO OKAY LETS GO (it took so long help)
zanna @slytherinshua would be ‘happy fools’ by txt ft coi leray!! deposite the goofy title you’re so happy and being such a positive vibe just like the song!! well, i do feel like a happy fool while texting u bc you just bring the best in me and we r VIBING!! n screaming over txt. or minhyun. just doing our thing teehee
coco @enluv 'blockbuster' by enha fr yeonjun!! i remember when i first heard the song i just felt so positively pumped with energy (well i still do) and that’s how i feel whenever we interact!! you have those rockstar girlboss vibes just like the song fr!!! and ans i will never get rid of it (the song. and you!!) coaxe on top btw 🫡
ola @l3visbby 'mirror mirror' by milli, changbin and f.hero AND YK WJYYY. the power the song has. like!!! god!! and it screams girlboss. and you, mother, are certainly a girlboss. you're the freakin' savage yes you are
roxie @mirxzii ... 'home;run' by svt!!! i love this song sm you dont even know but its so... hyping. encourages me to do my best and be my self. and so do you!!! roxie you're inspirational and spread positivity just like this song <3
yena @fairyhaos 'fearless' by svt. besides the song being a musical masterpiece (the chours give me goosebumps istg), the dive into lyrics never fails to amaze me. the wordplay, the connections with 'fear', the overall written genius... chefs kiss. just like u!!! and your writing too!!!
skye @etherealyoungk 'fighting' by BSS ft lee youngji!!!! you're so positive and always spread good energy, encouraging me to keep fighting even if u donr realise that muahaha!!!
kimchi @planetkiimchi i had a struggle tbh but eventally id go for 'fire alarm' by nct dream. its hyping n energetic, just like you. and a little mischevious lmao but you give me that vibe (in a good way i swear)
@crxzs angie you're 'billy poco' by enhypen <3 LMFAO UFIEHAVCOJAQ yeah!!! I LOVE THE SONG THO ITS SO GOOFY BUT NEVER FAILS TO MAKE ME SMILE, JUST LIKE U!!!!
noelle @icyminghao 'boomboom' by svt!! its so catchy, you just listen to the song n vibe. and thats how i feel chatting with you!!! just fun, giggling n feeling like exploding from chuckles so quite literally, you got me like boomboom
rania @wheeboo 'happiness' by red velvet. also is this weirdly specifiic, idk, but you do give me red velvet vibes. but its a silly goofy song, reminds me of summer, good vibes and well, happiness.. just like you <3
@malarign 'przez twe oczy zielone' by akcent NAUR IM KIDDING IM SORRY joo! 'gotta get back' by p1harmony ft pink sweat$ !! idk why its just such a soft, cute song and it screams cosy vibes. so, exactly like you :D
nia... @rubywonu !! 'darl+ing' by svt :D ignoring thr lyrics hmh,, ha! but no, i really love this song its so calm and perfect to listen, chill. and earns a giggle or two from me bc im so whipped but hey!! you have that effect on me too <//3 and and you're so cozy too (i hope that makes sense lol)
hana @wqnwoos i’m sorry i can’t explain it fully but ‘attack on bangtan’ by bts. it’s just!!!! i always get so buzzed when i hear it so i it’s the same when we talk so that’s that hehe
@ylliris-hanniehae ylli!! id say ‘left and right’ by charlie puth ft jk!!! it’s such a silly but lovely song, i can never get tired of it… just like talking to you 🫵
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magniloquent-raven · 2 years
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this post by @stevewhoreington got me ok i love me some relationship milestones, so here's some whatever this is lmao
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Billy does a lot of things in anger, a lot of things he regrets, awful things that haunt him late at night while he nurses bruises he’s half-convinced he deserves. He says shit without thinking, acts without stopping to consider consequences, lashes out at the slightest provocation. His anger has ruined him as much as it’s protected him.
But despite being the stupidest risk he’s ever taken with his eyes closed, this will also be the best thing he’s ever done.
It’s familiar by now, the tightly coiled fist where his heart should be, shaking and restless and beating the inside of his ribcage, rattling the bars as it tries to escape, to relieve the pressure. It creeps up on him, rising in his throat like bile ‘til he can’t ignore it anymore, ‘til it’s everywhere and he can’t remember what it’s like to not feel it, but he’d do anything to find out. 
Usually that means blood on his knuckles and the hot throb of a fresh bruise, or cutting words slipping from his mouth tasting like iron and acid, and stinging on his tongue. Usually that means he’ll spend the foreseeable future drowning his sorrows, diving headfirst into any vice that’ll dull the sharp edges of his guilt. 
This time…
It’s just him and Steve, four inches of threadbare couch between them in the shitty trailer Susan bought after Neil ran off, the air hazy with cigarette smoke, the fan in the corner rattling because Billy still hasn’t fixed the loose screws, and an uncomfortable trickle of sweat running down the back of his knee. 
And Billy says some shit he didn’t mean to. 
Steve wouldn’t stop bemoaning his tragic love life, between mouthfuls of beer he’d list off all the girls he’d dated, complaining about running out of options in this dead-end shithole town. He’d been at for what seemed like hours, sticking needle after needle under Billy’s skin. It came to a head when he was on his sixth bottle, head lolling back against the couch cushions, his hand gestures sloppy and tired. 
When he started getting quieter. When he started telling Billy all the reasons he was gonna die alone, like he’d been laying awake at night compiling a list that he now knew by heart. He gets too attached, he never reads signals until it’s too late, he’s stuck working retail and he’s never gonna do better than that. He falls into bed with all the wrong people.
And see, Billy always knew he wasn’t right for Steve, that what they did two weeks ago—and six more times since—was a mistake, but he didn’t need to hear Steve say it. 
So all that anger bubbles to the surface. All his stupid hurt feelings, all the things he’s been biting back. It snaps out of him, spilling his guts into the smoky air.
“Steve, you do know I’m in love with you, right.”
Because that’ll show him, sure. It’s stupid, spiteful, to prove him wrong, but also…there’s a part of Billy that’s a different kind of angry. The kind of anger that doesn’t go away with a few harsh words, but burns low and bright and lingers, flaring every time Steve makes it clear he doesn’t see himself at all. It’s a helpless feeling, wanting to shake him until he stops, thinks, sees what Billy sees in him. 
Billy grits his teeth, grinding his molars to drown out the ringing in his ears. The room feels so much smaller than it did a minute ago. Even with a breeze floating in through the open window, it’s stuffy. He’s struggling to get air into his lungs, and his throat is too dry. 
Steve is blinking at him, a dull sheen glossing over his eyes, the furrow between his brows deepening. “No you aren’t.”
“Fuck you, yes I am. I have been since I moved here you prick.” 
“But…”
“But what, Steve?” Billy seethes, shoving himself into Steve’s space. Their knees jostle against each other. Their breath mingles, Billy’s coming in short puffs through his nose, like an enraged bull. “But Princess Wheeler would rather ride Byers’ musty dick? But every girl in Indiana is apparently stupid and blind? You aren’t the problem, and I’m sick and fucking tired of listening to you say you are.”
“That’s not—”
“Shut. Up.” Billy punctuates with a sharp prod, jabbing Steve’s chest with his finger. 
Steve grabs his hand before he can pull away. They stare at each other for a beat. The fan clicks, clicks, clicks in the silence, and Billy realizes he’s been trembling this whole time. Steve lets out a soft breath, wide eyes searching Billy’s face while he chews the inside of his lip. “Are you sure?” he asks quietly.
The question sits between them for a second before Billy curls his fingers around Steve’s. The motion makes his heart clench painfully. “I love you.”
“Huh…”
“Yeah.” 
Steve’s gaze drifts to their entwined hands, unfocused, glazed over. There’s the tiniest smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He presses it gently to the back of Billy’s hand, just resting there while Billy’s pulse ratches up, up, pounding against his sternum, roaring in his ears. It’s a small thing, a warm thing, to be cradled in Steve’s hand, but it feels like sunshine in his veins.
A wounded noise escapes him when he feels Steve’s smile grow. 
“You’re kind of an asshole.” Steve murmurs. 
Yeah, here comes the gentle letdown. Billy wonders, idly, if he can bottle the sunshine to make it less fleeting. Save it for later instead of letting it fade away. “I know.”
“You’re always so…the way you are, I dunno. Hard to read. I thought it didn’t mean as much to you as it did to me.”
“...Huh?”
“I figured you were a hit it and quit it kind of guy. Didn’t wanna…cramp your style or whatever.”
“What.”
“Y’know, ‘cause I love you too. But I didn’t know it was too. When we. Yeah.”
“What?”
“I guess you…didn’t know.” He pauses huff a laugh. “Robin was right, we’re dumb.”
Normally Billy would protest, but the amount of information he’s trying—and failing—to process right now is making his head hurt.
“Are you—are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“I wasn’t speaking in code, Billy.”
“Yeah, but…”
“But what?” Steve echoes, leaning in to nudge their noses together. 
He has no fucking clue what he was about to say, if he even had a plan to begin with, because the next thing he knows, Steve’s kissing him, softly, tasting like six beers and the cigarettes they’ve been passing back and forth but still somehow the sweetest fucking thing Billy’s ever experienced. 
~~tag list ppls @growup-thatbeautiful @spreckle
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okaykawaa · 2 years
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𝙄’𝙈 𝘽𝙇𝙊𝘾𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙔𝙊𝙐 - tbp texting fic !
𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐫𝐬
Saturday 3:18 PM
mintisthebest : crying screaming shaking hyperventilating.
iheartspace : now..what in the hell is wrong with you ? 😟
mintisthebest : I asked Vance to hang out and he said yes
readallaboutit : AYEEEE
acrobat : that’s great 😁 !
iheartspace : ….
acrobat : what?
iheartspace : what’s wrong with griffin 💀?
acrobat : wdym there’s nothing wrong.
➜ that’s great 😁!
iheartspace : I’m taking abt this 😟
acrobat : okay..what about it?
iheartspace : you’re usually grumpy
acrobat : .
readallaboutit : think about what you say griffy wiffy 🥺
acrobat : I should have blocked you when I had the chance.
Iheartspace : ??
readallaboutit : I made a deal with griffin he can’t make any remarks or be mean at all today or else he has to be dressed like a clown 🤷
iheartspace : LMAO 💀 he won’t last a day
acrobat : angry angry mean words !!!!
mintisthebest : what.
iheartspace :
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mintisthebest : STFU.
iheartspace : .
acrobat : finney ☺️…. get him before I get to him first.
readallaboutit :🤏🏻 this close to losing griffy 🥺
acrobat : .
acrobat : FINE IDC ILL LOSE SHUT YOUR MUSTY ASS UP BILLY AND FINNEY GET BRUCE BEFORE I SHOW UP AT HIS HOUSE
readallaboutit : 😟 well he snapped ig…
mintisthebest : anyways I’m meeting Vance at the park rn wish me luck 🫶🏼
acrobat : wishing you the worse Brucey 🥺/j
mintisthebest : praying downfall on u griffy 🤭
readallaboutit : NAH HOW COME BRUCE GETS TO CALL YOU GRIFFY BUT I CANT ☹️
acrobat :
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iheartspace : 💀
mintisthebest : I had to refresh my memory of how pretty Vance is 🤭
iheartspace : I mean yeah he is but like one swing and your over 🤷..
iheartspace : Vance slander 😍
mintisthebest : one more comment and I’m swinging on you finney 🫶🏼🤗
iheartspace : BUT ITS TRUE 😟 YALL PLS BACK ME UP
readallaboutit : nah sorry u on ur own 💀..
Bruce tied his converse and let out a breath he walked out his room passing by his mother waving and telling her bye as he walked out the yamada residence home he stuffs his phone in his back left pocket making his way to the park he looked at his watch for the time 4:27 PM it read he sat down on the faded orangish red bench that was completely worn out from the previous years.
Glancing at his watch and his eyes scanning around the park waiting for the blond to show up Bruce hoped that Vance didn’t stand him up I mean it’s not a date but it’s still wrong as he was about to get up to leave after about 20 minutes Bruce was impatient sometimes
and he lets that get the best of him he sees the curly haired blond approaching him he let out a relived sigh slightly cracking a smile shocked to see something different about Vance he cut his hair ?! mouth wide open Bruce sat there looking at Vance in shock I didn’t look bad but he actually thought that Vance looked even better with his hair cut “What?” Bruce stood up looking at his hair “you cut your hair” Vance stared at Bruce for a minute making Bruce shift uncomfortably “Yeah I uh I got tired of it in my face so I cut it—“ “It looks good.” Vance looked at Bruce in his eyes “really? I thought I wouldn’t look right” “Yeah Really Looks good on you” Bruce Swore he could see a deep shade of blush appear on The blondes face but didn’t say anything “So Where do you wanna go?” “I have a few places in mind” Bruce said as he motioned his hand for Vance to follow him.
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pinheadvance did two things today chop my hair and hang out with @mintisthebest
Iheartspace : why does Bruce look done with everything 💀
pinheadvance : he was tired so now he’s sleep 🤷
redrobin : Ngl your hair cut is kinda good😟
readallaboutit : i just know when Bruce wakes up he’s gonna spam the gc 😭
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5:01 PM
iheartspace : @mintisthebest @mintisthebest @mintisthebest @mintisthebest @mintisthebest
iheartspace : WAKE UP BRUCEY WUCEY 😍
mintisthebest is online !
mintisthebest : he just fell back asleep
acrobat : ..that ain’t Bruce
readallaboutit : VANCE????
mintisthebest : what
iheartspace : DONT SCROLL UP
acrobat : you dumbass now that you said it he might scroll up 😟
mintisthebest : I’m not that’s invading his privacy.
iheartspace : …🤨
iheartspace : nah why isn’t he aggressive what the fuck.
readallaboutit : this is actually scary 🙁
mintisthebest : because I don’t always have to be aggressive plus I want to make a good impression on Bruce (tell him I said that and I’m fighting you)
iheartspace : aw how cute 🥰
acrobat : 🤢 ew never use that emoji ever again.
iheartspace : didn’t you use that emoji earlier???
acrobat : it’s different when I use it
mintisthebest : Bruce is honestly very sweet and funny I don’t wanna scare him away or anything.
acrobat : so what your saying is that you have a soft spot for him ?
mintisthebest : technically..
iheartspace : that’s cute but if you do anything to hurt Bruce I’m going to you house and cut your hair in your sleep.
acrobat : ..
mintisthebest : I’m not
readallaboutit : why can’t we be like that griffy ☹️
acrobat : because 🥱
Iheartspace : he didn’t even say no and he let you call him griffy 💀
acrobat :
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iheartspace : 😟 WHAT.
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klvm0nn · 5 months
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Pretty Agnes…I MEAN PRETTY AGATHA!
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Actually, her being Agnes, Billy’s sister, should be a spoiler…But I don’t have lots of subscribers to make y’all wait. So here she is!
So! What’s her lore? (Contains spoilers to her and Billy’s backstory, obviously)
When Billy was 4 years old, his mother married another man and gave birth to Agnes. (Billy’s father drowned when the boy was a toddler)
Agnes is Billy’s MOST favorite person. And considering the terror he received from his religious society, he was frightened by what horrible things could happen to her. When Agnes was eleven and Billy was fifteen, he realized that the time has come.
Did you know that in religious society, when puberty heats you, especially when you are a girl, your life mode switches to hardcore? Billy knew that. But how a sociopathic, mentally unstable and traumatized teenager could save his sister and rid off the problem?
He decided to murder his stepfather.
The attempt was failed, though. Did he really think he could kill a grown man? Lmao. However, he caused serious injuries and left Agnes’s father disabled for the rest of his life. Billy was sent to the mental asylum and little Agnes spent her youth all alone.
Does she love Billy? No. First of all, she was brainwashed by her parents. Second of all, she was too little to memorize how much he loved her. Probably she doesn’t even remember him or his appearance clearly.
Growing up, Agnes became less tbh creature and more Regina George. In a contrast to her 😝greasy😝 old brother, she managed to be really beautiful. She knew that. She also knew she wanted to be a star as her talent for singing, performing and dancing couldn’t be unnoticed. However, no one was happy about it, as religious people consider "stars" to be whores. Did Agnes care? No. Just like her brother, she’s a REBEL‼️‼️‼️
One day, without permission, she ran away from home to visit an audition in city. Spoiler! Agnes didn’t manage to make it, probably because of transport or smth like that.
A disappointment to your family. Agnes was not welcomed in her home anymore. Broken and lost she had to become a nun as there was no other good option. She took a new name and started a new life there, meanwhile planning on her another visit to the audition. Agnes isn’t really religious, she just uses the monastery so she has a roof over her head. Somehow she became really popular there, nuns usually try to impress her for some reason. Probably because emotionally and spiritually Agnes is really strong and she wins over people.
That’s all for now I guess!!! There’s more information about her, but I am soooo tired so I’ll probably just make more art with her so you don’t have to read such massive posts. Sorry if I have any mistakes, it’s literally 2 AM and I’m veeeerrrryyy sleepy. HOPE Y’ALL ENJOYED MY PRETTY AGNES’ BACKSTORY_(:3 」∠)_
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b-ritney · 1 year
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TW MENTIONS OF PANIC DISORDER AND ANXIETY
I’m a volleyball coach and line judge, I had a terrible day at work, I had a crowd of over 60 people under 3 feet away from me screaming and calling me names and it was only the first game of a 4 so I had to contain myself until I had a full fucking melt down in my car and then I took to many of my anxiety pills so I’ve been drowsy all afternoon. So I did what I always do and disassociate lmao, I’m fine 🫠 not really one of my friends just died too so I’m going through it. but despite the way this paragraph sounds I am smiling bc I physically can’t cry anymore. L 👏🏼 M 👏🏼 A 👏🏼 O 👏🏼 I was diagnosed with a social anxiety disorder when I was 15 so the getting screamed at by strangers thing really made my fucking day especially at 8 o’clock in the GD morning.
I’m sorry 🥳
ANYWAY
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Imagine Eddie holding you in his lap, with his arms wrapped tightly around you rocking back and forth as you hold your face in your hands, trying to control your breathing, he rests his forehead on the side of your head so he can speak softly into your ear, “It’s ok, your safe, everything is gonna be ok, I got you sweetheart I got you.” You continue to wipe away tears that just keep coming no matter how hard you try. You’re just quiet now, the occasional sniffle here and there, Eddie lifts up a hand to brush your hair out of your face so he can look at you, “Where’s my brave girl?” You open your tired eyes to look at him, “there she is.” He said smiling down at you rubbing your arm firmly, “baby you gotta relax your muscles are so tense.” You nuzzled your head softly into his neck finally letting yourself decompress into his embrace. He silently swiped a stray tear from your cheek and continued to comfort you until you felt well enough to talk again. Although your hands still trembled, he managed to bring you back to reality and make you laugh, despite the day you had.
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I had to lmao, how do you think Billy would handle it if you had a panic attack?
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cherrycolanpoprocks · 9 months
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It’s been a minute
Hello everyone. I was going to abandon this account all together because I’m traveling a lot more and overall happier not being fully involved in the GDC. HOWEVER, someone felt the need to speak on me AGAIN and not include the full story on what happened. If you were here last year, then you know. So lets address what happened last year shall we? On Instagram, I called out a group of people who were writing RAPE fanfiction about Billie Joe. For many reasons, this made me and others in the fandom uncomfortable, as those aren’t things you should even be writing about. So, I called them out. Others confided in me their issues with those people, I provided a safe place for them to rant to me and share with me more problematic things they’ve done. That made it to tumblr, this beautiful space where some people get praise where they don’t deserve it. Which leads me to Green Gay. They decided to DOXX ME. Which, someone today said they get their info from Indeed so they don’t view that as doxxing, but the info released about me wasn’t available on Indeed because I didn’t have an Indeed until later in 2022. I was doxxed and harassed for simply stating that RAPE FANFICS shouldn’t exist. They took that as “attacking” their friends. Which, I talked with one of them and we squashed the beef UNTIL i was doxxed. Consider the beef reheated. Let me address their post, step by step, shall we? This was posted on June 8, 2023 btw. A full year AFTER everything happened. The ask read as follows; “craziest moment in gd fandom was when someone got so mad at people writing gd rpf that they sent a link to one to billie (that he never would have seen otherwise) so he would like personally get offended about it but instead he just watched both accounts stories arguing back and forth with each other and didn’t respond in any way” Now lets address the didn’t respond, because he was hearting my stories and continued watching them (i will make a post with these screenshots and time stamps lmao) Now below is Green Gay’s response, lets debunk this because they weren’t even involved and got majority of it wrong since she wants to be a one-sided ass bitch and i’m tired of my mouth being in their fucking mouths.
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I don’t care and never cared that Billie was looking through anyone’s stories, what he does is his business. However, I cared that they were writing rape fanfiction about Billie Joe and trying to play it off as he found them attractive, when he was just looking through stories of fans lol. Idk how self-absorded you have to be to think that Billie Joe, a 51 year old man (at the time 50) would be obsessed with you and find you hot when you’re likely the age of his son. (Idk their ages, dont care to know.) ANYWAYS, as we know Billie had deleted his Instagram later on in the year, but my main concern was with yall’s need to sexualize him. Like he isn’t a humanbeing. He see’s alot more than you think (WHICH WAS CONFIRMED TO ME BY HIM IN FEB OF 2023) Billie DID look through my stories then and even way after, hearting one where I talked about how gross it was to sexualize them. Seen below because I come with screenshots.
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As seen above, you can see my original story, which had nothing to do with y’alls selfie or him scrolling through your stories. But you can see that’s his account and he heart reacted the message lmao. I did show this proof, which you wouldn’t know because you literally said at the end you only watched 15 seconds of my story. I never said rpf was the devil???? I said writing rape fanfiction and assuming peoples sexualities is weird. YOU have got to be the dumbest motherfucker on this app. I will drag the fuck out of you again, even if you doxx me again or send your damn minions after me. It’s gonna piss you off to know Billie had zero issues with me and literally made his way over to me in Feb to talk with me. Get fucked bro, honestly. I’ll be posting my experience meeting Billie Joe in due time, I just had to let y’all know that these bitches are calling me a lunatic when they’re still foaming at the mouth over something that happened over a year ago and was done and over with. Lets not forget Green Gay’s past with transphobia.
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death2normalcy · 2 years
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Previous Guides: Stray Kids | Bang Chan | Lee Know | Changbin
This is Hyunjin!
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His full name is Hwang Hyunjin and he was born in South Korea on March 20, 2000. He can speak English pretty well, although I wouldn’t say he’s fully fluent yet. From what I’ve seen other Stays say, he’s worked really hard to learn English as best he can so he can communicate with fans (all the boys not fluent in English do that, honestly). I’ve also seen some people say that he even majored in English, but I can’t seem to find a reliable source, so I’m not 100% sure on that. His English name is actually Sam (I just find this fact kind of funny because my name is Sam!)
Video compilation of Hyunjin speaking English!
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Hyunjin was originally saddled with the visual title of the group, but he’s so much more than just a pretty face. He’s worked extremely hard to be a very skilled dancer/rapper and his vocal skills are definitely underappreciated! Although he is definitely skilled in multiple areas, he’s arguably best known for his dancing. Fans tend to go crazy over Hyunjin’s fancams, and you’ll definitely get recommended some once you start to get into the group. There’s also a couple of solo, self-choreographed dance videos of him that he’s uploaded to the Stray Kids youtube channel, and I highly recommend them.
Songs I personally loved him in:
Vocals: Little Star; Red Lights; Sorry I Love You (he kind of rap-sings in this one, but I’d say parts of it are more singing); Secret Secret;
Rap: Muddy Water; Tortoise and the Hare; Venom; District 9; Easy
Dance: Dance cover to ‘when the party’s over’ by Billie Eilish; his dance cover to ‘Play with Fire’ ; his Artist of the Month video; there’s a ton of videos of him dancing, honestly. I linked a bunch of fancams in his playlist!
He also just released a solo song called ‘ice.cream’ that he wrote himself (and also did the artwork for, I believe)!
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He’s a really talented artist and has shared multiple artworks with fans on Instagram or Bubble. He’s also shared a few videos of him actually making these artworks. He’s come a long way since he first started sharing his art with fans!
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Hyunjin is my personal pick for the funniest member of the group. Ever since I first started getting into Stray Kids, he has consistently made me laugh out loud and I never get tired of it. Pretty much everyone refers to him as a drama queen, which definitely fits, as you’ll see if you watch any compilation video on youtube of him or the group. His facial expressions and reactions to things are always just so funny, it’s great.
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I currently have a tag on my page called ‘everyone loves hyunjin’ because the other group members (specifically, Han and Changbin are the top two worst offenders, lmao) are constantly flirting with him, and it’s hilarious.
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It’s hard to say what other fans think is his defining physical trait. I see a lot of things about him talked about pretty equally. And although I am partial to his laugh/smile,
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 I’m going to say people seem to love his hair/hair styles. Some styles/colors I’ve seen talked about a lot would be (many fans seem to like his hair when it longer):
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Hyunjin’s SKZOO character is a ferret named Jiniret. From what I can tell, after doing some research, his is a ferret because he kind of looks like one and his dancing is fluid like a ferret’s movements. Not 100% sure if that’s correct, but it’s the best explanation I could find. (Jiniret even has the mole under his eye like Hyunjin!) (Also, love the Jiniret holding FoxI.Ny in that pic below, because Hyunjin is really close with I.N. and it’s a cute little detail.)
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So, as before, I made a playlist on Youtube on various videos you can watch if you want to know more about Hyunjin!
Hyunjin’s Playlist
And a few bonus Hyunjin pics!
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omg. oh. ma. gawd.
hell yes✨
seriously thats such a good idea! a butch aunt who will defend these kids like, slay gurl💅 also thats fucking hot
and another hell yes to the marrying susan thing cus who needs neil hargrove when you have this wonderful lady? this way max can meet the two boys in a better circumstances, like no toxicity~ maybe a tiny bit of mopey max cus i know she was upset with her parents' divorce but i know she will love them eventually
as for the billy's mother one, im in the middle of the line like i neither like or dislike her cus there isnt much known about her other than giving billy some love during his childhood before leaving him behind. we dont really know what the context is behind her story so its really interesting to explore it, expand it and create many interesting ideas so it sounds a really fun idea for billy's mother to just go, "fuck men, lets us women love each other instead" bc she's so done with them and then she meets a freshly divorced susan 🥺
it will take some time for billy to forgive his mother and for them to have their old relationship. or maybe it wont be the same again but theres definitely a relationship again ofc but maybe more trusted, stronger bc this time she wont ever leave him again. besides, they have a new family to protect and thats something they agreed on from the start.
bonus: smitten little billy liking it whenever steve wears his clothes at first tho gets a bit upset as they grew bc suddenly steve becomes even taller than him during the growth spurt (billy was a late bloomer lmao) so sometimes he would borrow argyle's clothes even tho its not even his style of clothing! yes, steve does has his own clothes but he likes it when he wears one of his bestfriend's clothes but it still makes billy upset. thats why, when he finally grew taller (still shorter than his friends) but definitely more muscular, he makes sure that all of his clothes will definitely fit steve and he will never get tired of the sight of freshly awoken steve in one of his shirt, looking adorable as always. (steve definitely knows about this bc he accidentally read billy's mind at one point and found out lol)
that reminds me that i still havent come up with experiment!steve's powers and theres a lot of fics that inspires me but it still hard to come up some so if you have some ideas for it i would love to hear it (or read it) <3
~ Anon S
Exactly! Neil is garbage compared to anyone Billy’s hot butch aunt. Susan would be so much better with her. Max would definitely have some hang ups because of her parent’s divorce, but I could see her turning to Billy (after a period of mopey behavior) and bonding with him easier because they’re kinda on the same page/level.
My opinion on Billy’s mom is also kinda complicated because of the vagueness. But I will read and enjoy fics with her in it if she’s written different/better than canon.
The bonus is soooo cute!! I love the whole crush-wearing-my-clothes trope. (Also, how sweet of Argyle to share his clothes with Steve! I’d love to see someone draw Billy and Steve and Argyle in his clothes/style lol.)
As for powers for experiment!Steve, I’m always a fan of the whole empath or emotional-manipulation kinda stuff. I think the manipulation/etc stuff fits well for any stories that include/nod to his King Steve arc, though maybe not the best for a more lighthearted fic? Unless you want to explore trust, learning to control powers, and consent. Empath would be the more open route. (Or you could have both.) Steve with healing powers (self or outward) is also great.
I have a couple of fic moments around these sitting in my drafts, alongside some other powered Steve stuff that’s sort of hard to explain? Idk lol. Honestly, when I pick powers, I look at what I feel fits but also at what I want to explore in/with Steve. For example, in my regenerative Steve fic, I focus a lot on his self-sacrificial behavior, isolation/neglect, and how his powers affect his sense of worth. If you choose to go with just super strength, you could look into how others treat him like he’s emotionally invincible because he’s physically strong. I really like how powers can highlight already existing struggles (and strengths!!) and let you dive deeper into characters.
(Not saying you have to dive deep it could also just be fun powers for fun powers! Or more fluffy power-related insights/moments. I just personally write a lot of angsty/introspective shit so that’s what is easier for me to think up ideas for and talk about.)
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