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I wrote this quickly to distract myself from my burnout. Sorry, it's badly written and sloppy, a bit. There will surely be corrections in the future, when my mental health is better !

Group Therapy | Adam Stanheight x /Leon Kennedy

Adam must take part in group therapy. He meets a survivor of Raccoon City. Since Amanda and Leon are both in DBD, I'm obsessed with the idea of a Saw and Resident Evil crossover (and also because Leon and Adam are comfort characters). | 2478 words

Adam Stanheight stepped hesitantly into the overheated room, nervously fidgeting with the excessively long sleeves of his flannel shirt. He didn't want to do this. Fuck, he hated this kind of thing. Group therapy. For people suffering from PTSD. Great.

It was his therapist who'd sent him there "an indispensable step in his healing process". Supposedly, Adam was too self-focused on his suffering. Supposedly, it would do him good to find other people who had it as bad as he did. Blah, blah, blah. Fucking idiot therapist. As if he could understand what Adam was going through. As if anyone could understand what it felt like to wake up in a tub of dirty, cold water, seeing a person saw off his foot, , get shot by this person, and be left to die for seven days in the dark, without food or water. Adam decided he'd do the bare minimum, even put all the ill will in the world into it, so they'd leave him alone, or even, oh fuck, that was what he wanted, kick him out of group therapy for being unbearable.

He sat down grudgingly on one of the folding chairs arranged in a circle in the center of the room, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest, reluctant to cooperate. A few people were already there, people in his age bracket. At least, that was something. Adam didn't really like people from his parents' generation.

His gaze met that of a blond boy with hair like the lead singer of the Backstreet Boys (Adam hated the Backstreet Boys). Blue shirt open over a white T-shirt, sky-blue jeans, big clear eyes, and eyes rimmed as if he hadn't slept in days.

Leon Kennedy met Adam's gaze and wasn't sure whether he liked him or hated him. His old self of a few years ago would have liked him, probably. Leon liked people, trusted them without restraint. He believed in many things, was unfailingly optimistic, and managed to find beauty in everyone. Even when people were capable of the worst, he could find the best in them.

Well, that was then. Leon clung desperately to the ghost of the carefree, optimistic kid he'd been before Raccoon City.

"We have a new member," declared the group therapy organizer, and Adam rolled his eyes. "Adam, stand up, would you like to introduce yourself?"

No, fuck no, I don't want to introduce myself, I don't want to be there, I want to disappear.

Adam stood up with a sigh.

"My name's Adam. I'm twenty-five years old. And four months ago, I was a victim of Jigsaw. He locked me in the bathroom, and I almost died in there. And… that's it."

The assembly said a unanimous "hello Adam" which Adam felt was forced and hypocritical. Fuck, he hated group therapy. Everyone came not to support or listen to others, but to be supported and listened to by someone, to have someone sympathize. Basically, this kind of therapy was the most singularly selfish thing Adam had ever seen.

"Was there any particular reason he captured you?" asked a girl, older than Adam but not by much.

Are you fucking kidding me? You really think this asshole needs a reason? You're such an idiot! Adam tried to reply, but just shook his head.

"Actually, maybe there was a reason. I was suicidal, in a way."

"What do you mean, in a way? You either are or you aren't, there's no in-between." commented a teenager laconically.

"Shut the fuck up, I didn't fuckin' ask for your opinion." Adam replied, sitting back down.

The therapy organizer intervened, asking with forced enthusiasm and empathy, someone else to talk about him. At first, Adam couldn't help rolling his eyes as he listened to the other people's testimonials, and especially as he saw the sympathetic nods.

Leon didn't say much either. But he did listen. He listened a lot. He seemed to really listen to what others were saying. He didn't necessarily propose solutions, but offered a listening ear, a real listening ear.

Then Adam decided to speak up:

"Before the trap, I was… I was convinced I was nothing. I was alive, but I was nothing. I didn't even want to live. Today, I want to live, and I've realized it, but I'm just… too broken to live. I have nightmares every night. Horrible nightmares. I can't get into a bathtub without thinking about the trap. Everything brings me back to it."

He took a deep breath, holding back the rising tears. And it was Leon who came to his rescue by speaking up, diverting attention from the dozen or so curious faces scanning Adam, probably waiting for him to burst into tears.

"I was in Raccoon City when it happened. September 30, 1998… It's a day I'll never forget. Somehow, I made it out. But too many others...weren't so lucky. But deep down, I know that the cop inside me died that day. If I could just forget what happened that night, the pain—even for a second."

Leon swallowed his saliva with difficulty, his eyes moist and his fingers clutching the fabric of his jeans.

"Thank you for your testimony, Leon" said the organizer. With a wave of his arms, he invited the participants to repeat what he had just said, and there was a brouhaha of more or less sincere "thank you for your testimony, Leon".

The rest of the session passed laboriously, and when it was over and Adam had put on his jacket, Leon approached him. The room had already all but emptied.

"Hi. My name's Leon." "Adam" he replied in a formal, wary tone. "First session, huh?" "Yeah, and probably the last." Adam replied with a deeply jaded look.

Leon could see through Adam's game. He knew that Adam's cynical, sarcastic attitude was just a mask. Just as Leon had closed in on himself like a shell, Adam was trying to repel others.

They stared at each other for a long, long time. Soon, the room was completely empty.

"Shall I walk you back to the parking lot?" offered Leon to Adam. "Why not" the dark-haired man conceded.

Five minutes later, they were in the men's bathroom, Leon pinning Adam against the wall, pressing his body against his and greedily exploring his mouth, Adam's arms around Leon's neck and Leon's hands on Adam's hips.

"Is this how you welcome newcomers?" sneered Adam against the blond's lips, as he slid his knee between his legs. "Just you. Only you." moaned Leon in his ear, before disengaging himself from the brunet's embrace and wiping his lips. "See you at the next session, Stanheight?" "Wait, all this so I can continue your bullshit therapy?"

Leon gave him a mischievous smile, placed a tender kiss on his cheek, and exited the restroom. Just before, he turned back to Adam and whispered in a soft voice:

"It's a date, yes." "Shit."

And so it was that Adam Stanheight didn't miss a single session of group therapy.

#saw #saw 2004 #adam radford #adam faulkner #adam faulkner stanheight #adam stanheight #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x adam stanheight #adam stanheight x leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon s kennedy #dead by daylight #dbd

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nxrthh · 3 months

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4*town as backstreet boys songs

tae young: madeleine + all of your life (you need love)

aaron t: poster girl + if you want it to be good girl (get yourself a bad boy)

robaire: hey mr. dj (keep playin' this song) + new love

aaron z: if you stay + not for me

jesse: weird world + trouble is

#4*town #4town #backstreet boys

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rickie-the-storyteller · 8 months

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Steph's Crew - Part 22: A Night I Won't Forget

cw- strong language, murder, death, grief, complicated family issues, etc.

Intro:

This is prom night part 2, basically.

Last time, the crew went to prom. They didn't go with Steph (she decided earlier on that she wouldn't want to go without her boyfriend who is currently still abroad). So today, we'll take a look at what Steph has been up to while her friends are having fun at prom! Fun!

(Spoiler alert - it isn't all fun. But good stuff does happen, so stay tuned!)

Setting off

(Stephanie is in her car, getting her sat nav ready. She's going on a drive by herself. Suddenly, her phone chimes. She reaches to the seat next to her where she left it, and she picks it up. She smiles when she sees that it's Dylan sending a video message)

Dylan: (on the video) Hey, Steph! I just thought we'd check in real quick! Sorry for the yelling, the music is super loud in here!

(Stephanie can hear the song "I Want It That Way" by Backstreet Boys playing in the background, along with many voices singing along to it. Mostly out of tune)

Alice: (coming in from behind Dylan) Whatcha doing?

Dylan: Making a video to send to Steph.

Alice: Oh, cool! I wanna be in it!

Dylan: You already are, bruv-

Alice: (takes Dylan's phone off him) Hey, girl! How are you? Prom's in full swing, and It's great here. The outfits, the food, the energy, the atmosphere... literally the only thing that's wrong with it is the fact that you ain't here.

Bret: (walking behind her, singing badly) TELL ME WHY-

Alice: And Bret's singing. Anyway, hope you're doing alright. I'll call you later!

(Alice sits down and Stephanie sees that Elise is sitting next to her)

Elise: What are you doing with Dylan's phone?

Alice: Uuuuhhm... Nothing!

Elise: Ally-

Alice: Bye, Steph! Love you!

(The video ends. Stephanie can't help but smile, despite the awkward ending. Then she sighs, mentally preparing herself for the journey ahead)

Coming home (a few hours later)

(Stephanie gets home and immediately heads to her bedroom. She flops on her bed and groans into her pillows. This is the position she remains in until she hears her doorbell about half an hour later. She goes and answers it, and is pleasantly surprised to find that it's her friends from school, who have come to pay her a visit after their prom)

Stephanie: Oh, my gosh! Hey, guys!

Alice: Hi! (hugs Stephanie)

Dylan: What's up? (hugs Stephanie)

Bret: You ok? (hugs Stephanie)

Stephanie: Yeah, I'm ok. (turns to Elise and smiles, but doesn't give her a hug) What are you party people doing here anyway? You guys all look great, by the way.

Elise: (shrugs) Prom ended not too long ago. We just thought we'd stop by and see how you were doing here by yourself, that's all.

Stephanie: Well, you didn't have to come here just 'cause everyone else did, El.

Elise: It was my idea, actually.

Stephanie: Really?

Dylan: Yeah, she insisted on it.

Bret: She was practically yelling at my aunt to drop us off here…

Elise: Oh, I wasn't yelling, B.

Alice: Yeah, you were. Don't lie.

Dylan: Nearly shattered my eardrums, she did.

Stephanie: (laughs) Aw, El. You softie.

Elise: (smiles) That's me.

(The two girls finally hug, the initial tension fading away)

Stephanie: (whispers) I love you, Ellie.

Elise: (whispers back) Love you, too.

(The two stop hugging)

Elise: How have you been tonight, Steph?

Stephanie: (sighs) Honestly, I've had better nights. But it's not too bad now that you guys are here.

Dylan: Wait, what happened?

Elise: Shall we discuss it over cake pops? (pulls out some prom snacks she had stored in her bag) I thought I'd save some food for you.

Stephanie: You're the best.

(FIVE MINUTES LATER - the crew is sitting on the floor in the living room, eating Elise's snacks and drinking Coca-Cola from Stephanie's fridge)

Stephanie: I've been trying to reach out to my old foster family for ages, now. I feel bad about how I ended things with them, you know? But tonight, I actually went out of my way to find out where they live now, and pay them a proper visit.

Alice: Well, how did that go?

Stephanie: Terrible. So fucking terrible… ugh, they got so angry at me. They kicked me out and basically disowned me. But, you know, whatever. I never really felt like I belonged there anyway.

Alice: (rolls eyes) Jerks.

Dylan: Fuck them. I don't even know them, but they already sound like they suck.

Elise: I'm so sorry, Steph. That must've been awful. (reaches for her hand)

Stephanie: It was. (takes Elise's hand) But you know what? Who even needs them? I'm great as I am. And at least I got closure. I feel like that's what I've been looking for all this time, you know? I finally got it tonight, and I'm grateful.

Bret: (puzzled) Isn't closure usually supposed to be positive, though?

Stephanie: Whatever. I got what I needed. Sometimes what you need isn't the same thing as what you want.

Bret: (nods) I guess that's a fair point…

Alice: Wow. It's crazy how we've literally been partying all night, living it up, while you basically had the worst night of your life.

Stephanie: Oh, I've been worse.

Alice: One of the worst nights of your life, then. But you know we got your back, right? We're your real family. Your chosen family. And I think that's what makes us special. Like, we found each other and chose to be friends. It's not like with a regular family.

Elise: Not that our regular families are all that bad…

Alice: No, no. That's not what I meant.

Elise: No, I get what you mean.

Dylan: And as your chosen family, it is our responsibility to make sure you had fun on prom night like everyone else.

Stephanie: Uh… little late for that, don't you think?

Dylan: Nonsense, it's only quarter past 11. We can still have a bit of fun before midnight, can't we? (stands up) Who's with me?

(Everybody smiles, and they all get up)

The After-party!

(Some time later, the crew takes off from Stephanie's flat and goes out for a bit more fun. Alice and Elise aren't wearing their prom dresses anymore - Stephanie let them both borrow some more casual outfits)

Alice: I love not having to walk in heels. Ha-ha! I'm free! I can move however I want to without killing my ankles! (stops walking and quickly does a series of graceful pirouettes to seemingly prove her point, but accidentally bumps into Elise whilst doing so)

Elise: OW!

Alice: Oopsie. Sorry, girl.

Dylan: So, where should we go first?

Stephanie: I dunno. It was your idea, bro.

Dylan: Well, yeah. But this is for you. I figured you'd have an idea or two…

Stephanie: Well, you figured incorrectly. I didn't even know that this was how tonight was going to go. (pauses) Hang on. I know the perfect place. Come on. (walks ahead)

Bret: Where are we going, Steph? (runs after her)

Stephanie: You'll see!

(She leads them to a nearby bus stop, where a bus is waiting. They board it, and eventually, it sets off. They sit on the five adjacent seats at the very back - Stephanie sits on the window seat at the far left, then Eise, then Bret, then Alice, and then Dylan on the far right)

Bret: I'm still confused.

Stephanie: You'll know where we're going once we get around to that area, Bret. Don't worry. One of you'll probably hit the stop button before I do, that's how familiar we all should be with this area.

Elise: Well, there's no need to be so cryptic, mate…

Stephanie: All will be made clear when the time comes, Ellie. But alas, that time has not yet come.

Elise: (rolls eyes) Whatever.

Stephanie: So anyway… how was prom, guys? Did you have a good time? Tell me about it! I'm dying to know.

Dylan: It was dead, man.

Stephanie: What?!

Alice: He's lying.

Dylan: Nothing happened. It was so boring!

Alice: It was actually great.

Dylan: Yeah, she's right. Of course it was great! We had a lot of fun. Well, right up until Ally almost died of alcohol poisoning.

Alice: I- ok, he's exaggerating. I drank a bit too much, and I threw up. But I'm fine now! Mostly.

Stephanie: (laughs) That's good. But just to be safe, you probably shouldn't drink any more tonight, Ally.

Alice: Wasn't planning on it.

Stephanie: (to Bret and Elise) How about you two?

Bret: Oh, it was amazing! (puts an arm around Elise) Wasn't it?

Elise: (rests her head on Bret's shoulder, smiles) Yeah, it was. We all won awards, too!

Stephanie: Really? Wow!

Bret: I won "Most Likely to Be on Jeremy Kyle!"

Stephanie: Uh… congrats?

Bret: (beaming) Thanks!

(The bus pulls up near Hampstead Heath Park, and they all rush out and immediately head to their favourite tree. On the way there, they pass some ponds, and Dylan takes a bunch of pictures of the reflection of the sky on the water)

Dylan: This place is so beautiful at night…

Alice: (pouting) Where did all the duckies go?

Bret: It's super late, they're probably sleeping.

(Stephanie and Elise are walking in a pair a little further behind Bret, Alice and Dylan)

Stephanie: I'm glad you and Bret made up.

Elise: Yeah. Me too.

Stephanie: Can we make up? Properly?

Elise: I'm not angry with you, Steph.

Stephanie: Ok, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't talk about this. I mean, you might say you're not angry anymore, but that doesn't mean-

Elise: I was never angry with you. Was I upset? Sure. Was I hurt? Absolutely. Angry, however… I don't know, it's not quite the word I'd use.

Stephanie: If you were angry about it, I wouldn't blame you. I guess that's what I'm trying to say here. Like, if I was in your position, I'd probably be angry.

Elise: Well, I guess that's the difference between me and you.

Stephanie: Um… Yeah. Right. (awkwardly pauses) Look, I have no clue what to say to convince you that there's absolutely nothing going on with Bret. We're just friends.

Elise: (sighs) I know.

Stephanie: So you have nothing to worry about as far as I'm concerned! I have zero intentions of stealing your man or anything. I promise! There are no feelings there. Nothing. Maybe a small amount of basic primal animal attraction, but nothing more. That's it! (pauses) Ok, that sounds bad. Can I start again?

Elise: Please do.

Stephanie: We didn't kiss. We nearly did, but we didn't. Nothing happened.

Elise: I mean... (pauses) You wanted to.

Stephanie: That doesn't mean I want him. I was super depressed. I wanted Ben. And Bret felt like he was ruining things with you. We were both caught up in our loneliness and I guess we were just looking for some peace away from that. Like an escape, almost.

Elise: ...So you almost cheat?

Stephanie: But we didn't! (pauses) Look, I'm sorry. Alright? That night never should've happened.

Elise: Right. Well, again, I'm not angry with you.

Stephanie: (frustrated) Will you stop saying that?

Elise: What? I'm being honest. (sighs) I think the reason hearing about you and Bret hurt me so much is because I finally understand Holly now.

Stephanie: Holly?

Elise: Oh, you know. Holly? We've mentioned her before… she's one of Bret's exes. I don't think you've ever met her, she left our school right before you joined. But she was… it was a lot. Long story.

Stephanie: Tell me.

Elise: Ok. Here goes...

The Holly Story

Elise: So, Bret and Holly got together the summer after Year 10, right? So, just before Year 11.

Stephanie: Right.

Elise: And before that, she and I were cool. Like, we weren't super close friends or anything, but we got on well. I considered her to be a solid school acquaintance. When Bret started taking a liking to her, she kind of got integrated into our group dynamic.

Stephanie: (nods) Ok. Well, then, what happened?

Elise: (sighs) Well, you know me and Bret have always been good friends.

Stephanie: Yeah.

Elise: And Holly knew that going in.

Stephanie: Of course.

Elise: But once she and Bret became a couple, she started having problems with it. And with me.

Stephanie: What?

Elise: Yeah. It started out small. You know, just the occasional rude comment. That sort of thing. And after everything I had to go through with the Adam and Grace crap, I was honestly kind of used to that treatment. So it didn't really bother me. But then, it got worse.

Stephanie: H-how so?

Elise: Her comments and general rude attitude toward me got worse. Eventually, she started spreading rumours about me, and I tried distancing myself from her and Bret for a while. Just to give them space, you know? Bret wasn't too happy about it, but I needed it. I just needed a break from Holly.

Stephanie: Hey, I get it. I need a break from Holly, and I don't even know her…

Elise: (laughs) Ok, let me finish. So, Holly and I have been avoiding each other for some time now, right? And during this time, something terrible got brought to my attention.

Stephanie: What?

Elise: Hate site.

Stephanie: (confused) What? What do you mean?

Elise: I got sent an anonymous link to a hate page dedicated to me.

Stephanie: Oh my God… but wait. Doesn't that count as cyberbullying?

Elise: Yeah. But I had no clue who it was, so it's not like I could report the bully.

Stephanie: But it's obvious!

Elise: I know, but I had no proof. Anyway, I didn't tell anybody about this at all. Not Bret, not my parents, not even Adam. I kind of just kept it to myself and tried to deal with it on my own.

Stephanie: Stupid…

Elise: I know. 15-year-old Ellie made some questionable choices.

Stephanie: So does 18-year-old Ellie.

Elise: (laughs again) Shut up, Steph!

Stephanie: (laughs as well) Go on, though. What happened next?

Elise: Um… Ok, so back in school. I missed Bret, and I wanted to patch things up with Holly. I wanted to make sure there was no bad blood, since I kind of speculated that she was responsible for the cyberbulling thing. Or at least closely connected to it.

Stephanie: Well, duh…

Elise: Right. So I tried talking to them both separately and making up with them. Bret and I went back to being buddies, and Holly agreed to put our differences to bed!

Stephanie: Yay!

Elise: Or so I thought…

Stephanie: UGH!!

Elise: I know. But what she said that day did stick with me a lot… I asked her why she didn't like me and…

Stephanie: Well, why? Genuinely curious here.

Elise: Well, she said that she didn't NOT like me. But-

Stephanie: (interrupts) Ah. I see. She's jelly.

Elise: What?

Stephanie: She was jealous of you. 'Cause of how awesome you are. That's how most bullies are, you know. Take it as a compliment!

Elise: There's more to it than that, Steph. You'd know that if you let me finish.

Stephanie: Oh, yeah. Sorry.

Elise: (sighs) She felt threatened by me. By my relationship with Bret.

Stephanie: Oh… so she was scared you'd steal her man?

Elise: Something like that, yes.

Stephanie: Well… I guess she has good instincts, then.

Elise: What do you mean?

Stephanie: I mean, you're dating Bret now!

Elise: Yeah, years later!

Stephanie: But you've always liked him, El.

Elise: I had nothing but respect for Bret's relationship with her, Steph! That's how I've been with all of his previous girlfriends. My feelings for him… I didn't think anything would happen with them. I never thought I'd end up with him. That possibility has always been the last thing on my mind! Not even-

Stephanie: I know, I know. It's just… you're terrible at acting.

Elise: Meaning?

Stephanie: It was always super obvious you were into him. In fact, it's a miracle HE didn't see it all these years. You're always so genuine about how you feel… I'd say that's the biggest thing you and Bret have in common, actually. Maybe Holly could see it, too. Maybe that's part of why she had all this rage towards you.

Elise: Hmmm. (pauses) Well, the story isn't over yet.

Stephanie: Oh?

Elise: Nope. We all seemed to get back on track once I'd talked things out with everyone, but then Dylan threw this big party when his dad was out for the weekend…

Stephanie: Kind of like that party at your place that we threw for Ben!

Elise: Yeah! Except, that was just for us. Almost everyone in our year group came to Dylan's place back then. How everyone managed to fit in that house is still a mystery to me. But anyway, I was invited, but I didn't go. I got the story from Alice the next day. Bret and Holly both went together. They left separately.

Stephanie: Oh, no…

Elise: Yeah. And then, after half term break, me and the others found out that they broke up. And that she hooked up with someone else while they were at Dylan's party.

Stephanie: Damn.

Elise: I know!

Stephanie: But what about that feud she had with you?

Elise: Oh, it wasn't a feud…

Stephanie: Her bitchiness towards you. The bullying. How did she get her comeuppance?

Elise: Right. That's a whole other thing. So, the hate page got updated every week. I tried to ignore it, but... it was really tough having to see all those hurtful words, you know? I struggled to keep it to myself, and I eventually told my brother. He told my parents, and they got the school involved. My greatest nightmare came true.

Stephanie: But at least you've got some people on your corner now!

Elise: I didn't see it that way at the time. I was too ashamed… I couldn't stand being the freak that everyone was gossiping about in the halls AGAIN. I had enough of that with the Adam and Grace ordeal. But looking back, it was the right thing to do. They got to the bottom of it and Holly got suspended along with everyone else who posted mean comments on there. And then she went to a different school for sixth form, so she's not really in any of our lives anymore. She can't get to me ever again.

Stephanie: And then she got replaced with Steph, and Elise and the crew lived happily ever after. The end!

Elise: (giggles) Exactly.

Stephanie: (shaking her head) Holly sucks. You don't need her. And neither does Bret.

Elise: She wasn't that bad, Steph. She was just… a lot. She stressed people out with her extremeness, you know? Bret changed himself a lot to make her happier, and I feel like that took a toll on him. Almost like he was always walking on eggshells with her all the time.

Stephanie: (shrugs) Sounds like she sucks to me, El!

Elise: Bret liked her a lot. She made him so happy. He just wanted to make her happy, too! There's nothing wrong with that.

Stephanie: Not at the expense of himself.

Elise: (nods) I know. I keep telling him that if he wants to change, he should do it for himself first and foremost. (pauses) I don't know, though. I kind of understand where Holly was coming from now. After hearing about your thing with Bret. I get how she felt.

Stephanie: You feel threatened by me?

Elise: Yeah. Or at least, I did. When I first found out about it.

Stephanie: You really shouldn't! I don't-

Elise: I know you don't. I know! It's just- it made me realise a few things about me.

Stephanie: Like what?

Elise: That I'm not all that different from Holly. Like... (pauses) I was friends with Bret for years before Holly got with him. I had a connection with him that she didn't have. I understood him in ways she probably didn't. I knew him better. She felt threatened by that.

Stephanie: Well, you know Bret better than I do.

Elise: I know.

Stephanie: I'd say you're closer with him than I am.

Elise: I know. But… the fact that he went to you when he was upset…

Stephanie: He literally told me that he would've gone to you if he wasn't avoiding you. You know, after the fight?

Elise: I am aware of that. But you guys did have a moment. You almost kissed.

Stephanie: Nothing happened, though.

Elise: It could have.

Stephanie: Listen-

Elise: No, Steph. You listen. Bret and I are very, very different people. You know that. We don't have all that much in common. As close as we've always been, there have always been stuff that I could never fully connect with in my relationship with him. And I feel like that kind of affects the way I handle things with him. It always has, I think.

Stephanie: …Oh.

Elise: When I found out about you and Bret, I guess my mind just went straight to the worst- you know how it is, right?

Stephanie: (nods) I do.

Elise: I just couldn't help but think that… well, when things get tough, he runs to you. Because of course he does. Not me, his girlfriend. No, he chooses you. I mean, you have more in common with him than I ever did. You can probably understand him in ways I can't. You can connect with him in ways I probably can't. Remind you of someone?

Stephanie: Holly!

Elise: No. Me. That was me to Holly. No wonder she was so mad... I now know what it's like to be in her shoes and have an Ellie in her life. Except you're Steph. You're not just the awkward book nerd, you're gorgeous and confident and talented and inspiring. You're already kind of threatening in a ton of ways…

Stephanie: Ok, stop it. You're not an awkward book nerd, El. (pauses) Well, you are, but you're so much more than just that. Give yourself some credit, girl. You're beautiful, smart, kind and an amazing friend. I mean, come on. There's a reason Bret chose to be with you.

Elise: (smiles) Eventually.

(Both girls laugh)

Stephanie: (sighs) I think get it now. I'm sorry you had to go through all that.

Elise: It's fine. It's all in the past.

Stephanie: And again, I'm really sorry about… you know.

Elise: I know. (whispers to Stephanie) That was part of what I was referring to, by the way. In case I wasn't clear.

Stephanie: (giggles) Ok. Now, come on. Let's catch up with the others.

Elise: Let's!

(They rush over to their friends walking ahead of them. They end up having a really great night together)

Coming clean (Flashback to earlier this evening)

(Stephanie knocks on the door of her old foster home. Her heart is racing with a level of anxiety she's never felt before. She contemplates leaving before the door opens, but she forces herself to stay. She knows she needs to do this)

Foster Father: (opens the door) Stephanie? Oh, my gosh! (rushes forward to give her a hug) Where the hell have you been all this time?! Wha- are you ok?

Stephanie: Yeah, yeah. I'm alright. Look, is Miranda in there, too? I have something important I've been meaning to discuss with you both.

Foster Father: Of course! Come in, come in. (leads her inside) God, Stephanie. Where the hell have you been?!

Stephanie: You asked me that already, John.

Foster Father: Why didn't you call? Leave us with some kind of message, and let us know you were ok? You know, it was bad enough losing Mel before finding out you were no longer home...

Stephanie: (teasingly) How did you know I came here to talk about Mel?

Foster Father: Did you? Oh, I didn't know that.

Stephanie: (awkwardly) Yeah. I know, John. It was meant to be a joke.

Foster Father: Miranda, love!

Foster Mother: (calling from the living room) Yes, darling?

Foster Father: You won't believe who was at the door!

(Stephanie sighs. It was going to be a looooong night...)

Stephanie: It's me, Miranda!

Foster Mother: Who?

Stephanie: Steph!

Foster Mother: Steph- what the... John, Stephanie's back?!

Foster Father: Yes! She's here!

Stephanie: It's not that big a deal, you know.

Foster Mother: (meets them in the corridor) Not that big a deal?! Sweetheart, you've been missing for ages! We were worried out of our minds! Where the hell have you been?!

Stephanie: You guys really like asking that question, huh?

Foster Mother: (sarcastically) "Not that big a deal..." (angrily) Are you serious, Stephanie?

Stephanie: Ok, maybe it is a bit of a big deal. Not as big as what I came here to tell you, though. Can we sit? (gestures to the living room)

(A short while later, Stephanie and her foster family are all seated in the living room)

Stephanie: (fidgeting with her jewellery) Ok... ok. So I have something to talk to you about.

Foster Mother: Yeah, we know.

Stephanie: It's about Melanie.

Foster Father: Our dead daughter? Yes, we remember her. Thanks for coming to the funeral, by the way. Oh, wait...

Foster Mother: She didn't go to the funeral, John.

Foster Father: I know love. I wasn't being serious.

Stephanie: Look, I'm sorry that I didn't go, but I just need to get this out, alright? You guys deserve to know this-

Foster Mother: No, dear. What we deserve to know is what you were up to all this time? Where have you been? Why haven't you called?

Stephanie: (mimicking her foster parents from before) "Where the hell have I been?" Look, I'll get to that. But first, let me just say that I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't appreciate you guys enough. I'm sorry I left without a word. I'm sorry I didn't go to the funeral. I'm sorry I never got along with Melanie. I'm sorry your daughter's dead... and it's all my fault.

Foster Father: ... Steph?

Stephanie: It's all my fault... (voice breaking slightly) I'm sorry I hated her so much that it ended up killing her.

Foster Mother: You killed Melanie?

Stephanie: It was an accident, I swear.

Foster Mother: You killed my baby...

Foster Father: Wait. (rubs his wife's arm) Stephanie, what happened?

Stephanie: (welling up with tears) I was sick of being here. I needed to leave. I had everything ready. But then your daughter came in and tried to stop me. I was furious. I was just so sick and tired of her always ruining everything for me. Standing in my way all the time. Everything. I just didn't want to be around her anymore. Or any of you...

Foster Mother: Stephanie...

Stephanie: I tried to explain that to her. She didn't get it. Which I expected, since she always was a major idiot. Anyway, we had a massive argument. Eventually, it got physical. I started pushing and shoving her, especially when she started blocking the door so I couldn't leave the room. That made me even angrier. She started to fight back, which is where I got these from (shows a bunch of scars and marks from the altercation). Not that you asked. Or acknowledged whatsoever. But now you know. After a while, I noticed her grab a knife.

Foster Mother: (whispers) Oh my God-

Stephanie: I managed to get hold of it myself. I had the upper hand at this point. It got worse. I pretty much threw her against a table where she hit her head, which knocked her out. I panicked... I didn't mean to do that. I never meant for it to go that far...

Foster Father: (clears throat) Look, Steph-

Stephanie: Then I noticed the bleeding.

Foster Mother: Bleeding?

Stephanie: Well, she'd been injured from the fight, definitely. But also... remember the knife?

Foster Mother: Oh, my God!!

Stephanie: She fell right on it. Or against it. I don't know... Anyway, it may've stabbed her.

Foster Father: May've?

Stephanie: I didn't stay long enough to check. I didn't do anything. I just left. I didn't even call for help... I left her vulnerable. Unconscious and bleeding out. Injured because of me. And I did nothing. I didn't think much of it at the time. I thought you'd do something to help her out... you guys cared about her much more than you cared about me, after all. But then I heard about her death...

Foster Mother: (tearfully) You killed her. There's no other way of saying it, Stephanie. You killed my baby.

Stephanie: (sighs) I'm so sorry. Hell, "sorry" isn't even enough-

Foster Father: Stephanie, why didn't you tell us before?

Stephanie: I don't know. I was scared, I guess. I didn't want to get into trouble. And honestly, I didn't think you guys would care. Again, you guys never really cared about me. I didn't trust the fact that you'd try to protect me. Or even be on my side at all. I didn't feel safe to tell you the truth.

Foster Father: Oh, don't give us that bullshit, Steph. Of course we cared about you! We chose to take you in and give you a home!

Stephanie: A home where I was always an outsider, John. Where I was always the "foster kid." You didn't treat me like one of your own!

Foster Mother: Because you aren't one of our own!

Stephanie: Let's not kid ourselves here, guys. I never belonged here! I never did... and now, I never will.

Foster Mother: Damn right...

Foster Father: You need to leave now, Stephanie. We can't have you here after what you've shared with us. After everything you've done...

Stephanie: (stands, wipes tears) Fine. I'll leave. But don't you dare act like you're all innocent in this. You guys are pathetic people. And pathetic parents. You never gave a shit. Certainly not about me, and arguably not enough about Melanie, your biological kid. You were just collecting a paycheck.

Foster Mother: You have a real nerve, Stephanie. Never show your face here again.

Stephanie: Fuck you. Fuck both of you. This whole fake ass family can go to hell. Good riddance!

(Stephanie storms out of the house and heads straight to her car, where she immediately breaks down and cries for a long time)

And that's all for today.

Bet you didn't see that one coming... plot twist of the year, amirite? lol

Yeah, this Melanie death mystery (Steph's involvement in particular) is the main drama throughout the series set into motion. It comes towards the end of the first instalment. 'Cause I'm a weirdo like that.

In better news, the crew is so great together, aren't they? So sweet how they all come to cheer her her up after prom (and I love how it was El's idea. She's a true friend, and I'm glad she and Steph made up. That scene where they talk about Holly was honestly one of my favourites to write!), but it also kind of sucks how Stephanie isn't giving them the full truth. I mean, it's understandable. But can she even consider these people to be her friends if she can't even be real with them? Or be her true self around them? Part of Stpehanie's arc is her realising that she actually has no idea what true friendship is. In fact, this applies to all her relationships (even with Ben, since he doesn't know the truth about Melanie either).

So, there are only 4 posts left of this dialogue series (crazy to think about, omg), but don't worry. They'll be every bit as epic as this one - maybe even more! No promises, tho lol. Plenty more drama to come, that's for sure! Thanks for reading, and I'll see you next time!

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myloveforhergoeson · 8 months

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Chapter Index

Hello! Please find all the chapters for That's All She Wrote linked below :)

That's All She Wrote:

What Dreams Are Made of (1.1)

High School Never Ends (1.2)

Lonely No More (1.3)

If You Want It to Be Good Girl (Get Yourself a Bad Boy) (1.4)

Just the Girl (1.5)

Writing Wrongs (1.6)

Call Me (1.7)

Hands Down (1.8)

Livin' On A Prayer (1.9)

Get the Party Started (1.10)

9 to 5 (1.11)

The Middle (1.11.5) (Not on Wattpad or Ao3!)

One Step At a Time (1.12)

Ghostbusters (1.13)

Broken Strings/No Strings Attached (1.14)

Was I The Only One (1.15)

Burnin' Up (1.16)

Video Killed The Radio Star (1.17)

Mona Lisa (When The World Comes Down (1.18 - Part 1)

Jump Then Fall (1.18 - Part 2)

No Sleep Till Brooklyn

Party in the U.S.A. (Happy Birthday, James Diamond!) (Not on Wattpad or Ao3!)

Everybody (Backstreet's Back) (2.1)

Jenny from the Block (2.2)

That's What You Get (2.3)

Morning Glory (2.4)

Edge of Seventeen

Living Dead Girl (2.5)

Original Prankster (2.7)

Ho Ho Hopefully (2.9)

Five Minutes to Midnight

His Girl Friday:

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That's All She Wrote High School AU:

• Part 1 - Live Through This

#thats all she wrote fic #hopefully this makes navigating my blog easier :)#his girl friday scenes #tasw high school au

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pezboisworld · 9 months

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The Backstreet Boys were referenced in the Holes universe in an unexpected way.

During Stanley's time spent at Camp Green Lake another camper brought a CD with them. That kid would play the one song from that burned CD over and over again.

A song I feel that the small Holes fandom would appreciate.

If you want it to be good, girl

Get yourself a bad boy

Get it like it could be, would be

Yeah, like it should be

Get yourself a bad boy

#holes 2003 #holes book #holes movie #backstreet boys #music #stanley yelnats survival guide to camp green lake #Spotify #boyband #boy bands #holes universe

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majicmarker · 2 years

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the chaotic evil urge to add the backstreet boys’ “if you want to be a good girl (get yourself a bad boy)” to the ever-expanding eddissy playlist

#listen to me my migraine symptoms are still alive and well this is the only joy i have in my life rn #welcome to hellcheer #eddissy #eddissy brainrot will never recover #the babbling maj

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orderforbrian · 1 year

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24 for the music ask game!

24 - a song by a boy band you wish were still together

YESSSSS i am 100% a backstreet boys girlie, but i do also like NSYNC so here's a couple

If You Want It To Be Good Girl (Get Yourself A Bad Boy) - Backstreet Boys

I Want You Back - *NSYNC

#DM drive-thru #the backstreet boys had such a ferocious grip on me growing up #my sister gave me her cds

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boogiewrites · 2 years

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I’m showing my age but there’s ONE song that Tiktok is missing out on for Eddie Munson edits and that’s Backstreet Boys “If you want to be a good girl (get yourself a bad boy)”

Trust me it’s a little different than a typical BSB song. There’s guitar in this one. It’s it painfully 90s still? Yes but there’s parts perfect for edits and idk how to make edits so 🙃

#Eddie Munson #strangerthings #st s4 #Spotify

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luciusspriggss · 11 months

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ultimate karaoke songs of all time. a guarantee i am going to belt it out and awkwardly dance if i hear these songs ever play out loud

(-currently jamming to my backstreet boys playlist that is the most fun to sing to-)

#and i usually serenade people with the 'if you want it to be good girl' song #anyways #m is high #:)#i'm not singing though #because it is past midnight #im just jamming with my headphones on #Spotify

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ponchik-mops-superpes · 3 years

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Смотрите "Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck - Bad Boy (Baffy)" на YouTube

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Bad boy Bugs

#bugs x daffy #bugs bunny #daffy duck #baffy #thug bugs #a rebel without a glove #mv #fanvid #backstreet boys #looney tunes #looney tunes show #if you want it to be good girl get yourself a bad boy #Youtube

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spideyspeaches · 3 years

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Take me to Church ↬ a.r

requested by @merceret: Arvin and cheerleader!Reader sneak off during the night and have smut in his car in the woods? 👀🙃

A/N: this is a repost from my old account!

Warnings: unprotected semi-public sex ( *whispers* they do it in a caaaar 👀 also don’t be a loner, cover your boner ✌🏽✌🏽 ) LOT OF SPOILERS IN THIS!! Bad attempt at writing like a 64 year old man from Ohio.

MINORS DNI

WC: 1.5k

Pairing: Arvin Russell x Cheerleader!Reader

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Arvin was a smart boy. He had been told that countless times by his mother before the godforsaken disease took her away, and his daddy too, before he started beating the shit out of him.

He didn’t doubt that a minute in his life, but then he grew up, wondering what went wrong. He was not the same doe eyed boy anymore. He liked to think that he was strong, not like his daddy used to tell him before a good spanking.And he definitely wasn’t a sinner, no, he was just a victim of God’s wrath. It wasn’t his fault that the boys made fun of his sister, they all deserve the beating they got.

Breathing in the cigarette, he blew out the smoke before it could burn his lungs, or kill him from the same disease that killed his ma. He was sitting on the front porch of his school, watching as people went by. The jocks wandering around the field, some of the artistic ones sketching while eating their lunches, and then there was the cheerleading squad.

He watched. It’s what he did a lot. He watched as cancer took his mother, he watched the way the fake Preacher looked at Lenora.

“You know, one of those sticks take six minutes of your life.” A voice spoke behind him. You sat besides him, your cheerleader costume showing your smooth legs and your pretty smile, hair done in an updo.

“And how would you know that?” He smirked, looking you up as you blush. God you looked so pretty, blushing like that. He watched you too. How you would roam the halls with your pom poms and those pompous sons of bitches that teased his sister. But it was never You. You were a sweet little girl, always got As in all your tests and all.

“I always tell that to my daddy to get him to quit. Tell him that it’s six minutes less he gets to spend with me.” You said, taking the stick from his hand and smashing the butt on the ground. You fiddled with your skirt, accidentally hiking it up your thigh.

“Did he listen?” He asked, looking at You as You smiled.

“No.”

He looked at you again. You were looking at him with your shiny eyes, all innocent and bright. He wondered what you would say when he fucked you hard against his old car, scoring through the woods and scream his name until you were sore. Shaking himself from his head, he saw you biting your lips. He wasn’t even sure You liked him like that.

Craving for another smoke, he fiddled with his hands, taking your hands instead, looking for a reaction. You didn’t snatch it back, but instead, straddled his lap to pull him into a heated kiss. Your nails scraped at his hair, the smooth strands getting ruffled up as you push your lips on his, uncaring of the others around them.

You moaned against his mouth, the sound going straight South. Taking your waist, he squeezed them lightly, crazy happy that he was making out with You, Y/N L/N, under the bleachers like some cheesy films like those in the Carnivals.

“You wanna ditch class?” He asked after sometime, heaving for a breath as you licked your swollen lips. Your makeup was a little smeared, but You still looked beautiful. His heart sped up, uncharacteristically, a strange rush of excitement flooding his veins.

“Yeah. How bout the woods?” You said, getting off from his lap. He was glad the ground was almost empty, wouldn’t want to get caught by some old janitor or a nosy freshman.

“Sounds good to me.” He said and crashed his lips into hers to steal another kiss.

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“Oh! this is good” You whimpered as he slammed your back to the hood of his car, gripping you in his strong hold as the cicadas and crickets chirped, the bright sun hitting your naked chest through the windows, making it slick with sweat. You were in a forest, and were sure that no one would come now, and with the noises you were making? No one would dare come near the shaking car.

Kissing him with your swollen lips, you gripped his muscular back as he nipped you, eliciting another moan from you. He grabbed your legs, hiking up the skirt that you were still wearing. God the damned skirt, you wanted it out of your way. Slipping your hands to unlatch it, you were stopped by his hands as he slid his own on your clothed pussy. Stripping you, your breath hitched as he inserted two fingers, your clit slicked with pleasure.

“Ohh Arvin, hmm.” You breathed into his ears, enjoying the way he shuddered when you said his name. Pulling for a moment, he looked you up and down before removing his boxers awkwardly, head slanting because of the roof, his thick cock springing out like nobody’s business, making you clench your thighs.

Shoving your thighs, you hooked your legs around him, pulling him down as he slid in your entrance. “Are you sure?” He breathed as you nodded in response, stroking his chest that made him clench, his abs more visible under the sunlight.

“Come on baby, I’m waiting.” You teased, scratching your nails along the V of his stomach. Arching your back, you grunted as he thrusted into you, your walls closing in as your hips clashed against each other.

“You like that baby girl? Like it when I’m inside you?” He cooed, making your stomach coil in pleasure. Momentarily, you gave up the sweet girl facade, your heart racing as if you had run a marathon. How could it be tame? when he was inside you, making you feel all kinds of things?

“Yes, I do Arvin, oh Jesus you’re amazing!” You jerked. You weren’t sure when you had had such a good fuck before, and sure enough never this fast had you reached your high. And Arvin? Jesus, he was a sight for sore eyes, his eyes clenched as he pushed inside your walls, hitting your g-spot, making you gasp in pleasure. His muscled chest vibrating as you felt your stomach tighten.

“Saying God’s name like that while we’re fucking? You wanna be a bad girl now?” He smirked later, not really meaning what he said. If it meant that you would be saying his name with that pretty mouth of yours, he wouldn’t mind it.

“This is not sin, baby, this is pleasure. Call it what you want but I said what I said.” You drawled, pulling yourself up, his hard dick still inside you as you sat up, taking his face in your hands and hovering your lips over his. “You’re so sweet Arvin, you wanna fuck again?”

“I would love to.” He said shakily, leaning forward to capture your lips again. You dance along like that, him kissing your mouth, and your neck, then your breasts, leaving marks all over you, The Backstreet Boys playing on the junk radio of his car. “You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

“And you have the prettiest little lips.” You said, holding his chin and delicately caressing his soft lips and leaning in for another kiss.

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The next day you saw him again, acid washed jacket and backwards cap, striped T-shirt that fit him quite snugly. He was walking with the girl again, the girl who the boys teased relentlessly. You didn’t understand why they did so, make a poor girl question herself when those whores out there were just as bad. Lenora was a sweet girl, you liked her.

Running towards him, you quickly fixed your sweater and skirt, taming the strands near your shoulder.

“Hey Arvin!” You said nervously. He had been a gentleman to you. He looked up smiling, telling Lenora to make her way as you, lighting a smoke on his way. Scowling, you took the stick out of his mouth.

Looking down, he smiled, “Hey Y/N.”

He was fiddling with his fingers again. You took his hands in yours, tracing the veins on his arms. You saw his pupils inflate like a balloon.

“So um, do you have practice today?” He asked, biting his bottom lip and giving you a tentative smile.

“Nah, coach called in sick today. Do you wanna go to Mickey-D’s?” You ask. The school lane was almost empty now, buses leaving to drop off the kids.

“Sure, I don’t have no work today anyways.” He stuffed his hands in his pocket. He was a handsome boy, and you felt extremely lucky that someone like him had asked you to do him in the backseat of a car. Not only that but he was sweet but not enough to not stand up for himself or the others. With a start, you realised that he wasn’t like the other boys in your school.

Handing him his smoke back, you let your hands linger on his shoulder for a moment, cupping his cheek. You leaned in, feeling his hands twitch, and kissed him. It felt nice.

#arvin russel x reader #arvin russell smut #arvin russell x reader #arvin russell x you #arvin russell x reader smut #arvin russel x y/n #peter parker x reader smut #peter parker smut #spideygirl writes

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