#not to be a negative nancy but uh. yeah
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Smoker - Sturniolo little sister oneshot
warnings: smoking/vaping, weed, angst, arguing, swearing, peer pressure
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10:09pm
"Guys, i can't, my brothers are gonna be here to pick me up in like 15 minutes, plus i already took like three hits." I shook my head as i sat in my friend polly's basement, we are all sort of sitting in a circle on the floor.
The room was filled with obviously Polly, but my other friends in the room were Issac, maddie, and raul. Everyone has hit the cart at least twice.
"Come on, n/n. One more." Issac says, holding the cart out to me.
I shook my head, "Issac-"
"Come on, y/n! Don't be a negative nancy. You can just put on perfume before you leave." Polly laughs, but she was already high out of her mind, looking like she was about to green out.
"You don't have too if you don't want too." Raul pipes in, i had a crush on this man, he was so so fine, and really sweet.
"Yeah, he's right, you said it yourself you're gonna have to leave soon, y/n." My best best friend Maddie says, taking a hit of her vape, i flash her a smile.
Polly laughs and shakes her head.
Issac goes to take another hit before i grab it from his grip and take a longing hit, pulling the cart away from my lips as i inhale, starting to cough.
Maddie sighs and starts to pat my back.
Polly grabs her green mint vape and hands it to me, i stop coughing for a second and hit the vape now.
Handing the vape back to her, i giggle slightly as my phone rings.
Answering the phone, i laugh, "Hello?" i answer, Issac holding the cart up to my lips again, i laugh and push him away.
"Hey, kiddo. We're outside." Matt's voice comes through the phone. My eyes widen as Issac and Polly die laughing, probably laughing at my shocked face.
Maddie rubs my back.
"U-uhm okay- right yes. 'kay, coming." I cough once more.
"N/n, are you oka-" I cut Matt off by hanging up. Looking around the room as it spins slightly, i giggle and rub my eyes.
"My uh- brothers are here." I say, everyone looks at me. Polly and Issac burst out laughing. I turn to maddie, grabbing her hands, "Quick, how red are my eyes?"
She squints, "I think good- i don't know." Maddie sighs.
I shrug, "Okay," I let go of her hands, "Love you." I say.
She smiles and leans back against the couch, her head going back. "Love you too." She giggles.
Raul waves at me, i wave back and flash a smile. Saying goodbye to Polly and Issac also, even though they were too busy laughing to notice i was leaving.
I walk out of Polly's house and get into the car.
"Hey, kid. How was it?" Chris asks, looking back at me as i put on my seatbelt.
I yawn, "It was fine," I put my hood over my head and try to cover my eyes with it.
Matt looks at me, "Did something happen? You hung up on me." He says, starting to drive away.
I giggle, "Sorry, we were playing a game."
Nick now looks at me, "Oh cool! what game?" He asks.
my smile drops, "Uh- like, a game, where- you um- yeah." I stutter.
"Bro, are you okay?" Chris laughs, "You're acting like you're faded." Chris jokes, not knowing i actually was.
Matt hits Chris's arm, "Why would you say that?" Matt scoffs.
"Don't say shit like that, Chris." Nick says.
"Sorry, i'm just tired." I apologize. Nick flashes a smile at me.
Fucking great.
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10:29pm
We walk in the house together, Matt locking the door behind us as i kick off my shoes.
"Okay, goodnight, guys." I speed up to my room.
3rd person POV
"What was that about?" Nick asks, walking to the fridge and pulling out a Dr. Pepper for himself.
"No clue." Chris shrugs, pulling out his phone.
Matt sighs, "I'll figure it out." He puts his keys down on the counter.
"Here we go, Matt coming in and saving the day!" Chris jokes.
"Shut up." Matt scoffs, starting to walk towards Y/n's room.
Matt knocked on Y/n's door. He could hear shuffling from the other side.
"N/n?" He asks, his eyebrows furrowing as he tries to walk in, but the door was locked.
"Uh- one second!" The girl called out. Trying to clean up her room and get rid of the smell of weed mixed with her own watermelon flavored vape.
She unlocks the door and opens it with a smile on her face. "What's up, B?" She asks, using the nickname she's called him since she was little because of his middle name.
"What are you doing? What's that smell?" Matt asks, not taking any sweet talk.
"It's nothing." She scoffs, shaking her head, keeping the door still halfway closed.
Matt starts to try to get in her room.
"Matt stop!" Y/n yells before Matt pushes Y/n, making her stumble and making two things fall out of her pockets.
A watermelon vape, and a weed cart.
Matt's eyes widened. "What the fuck!?" He yells.
Y/n tears up. "Matt-"
Footsteps come up behind them,
"What's going o-" Nick starts but stops talking as he sees what they're both looking at. Chris's eyes also flickering down to the floor.
Y/n bends down and picks the vape and cart up, stuffing it back in her pockets.
"Can you guys get out?" She says, sniffling.
"Are you fucking serious?! I knew something was different but i didn't think this!" Matt yelled.
"You all said you don't care when people vape or smoke!" Y/n sniffles, crossing her arms over her chest.
"But that's really fucking different, y/n!" Matt shouts.
"Okay let's all-" Chris says before getting cut off.
"How?!" Y/n yells back.
"Because they're not you, y/n!" Matt throws his arms up.
“Get out!” She yells, the sophomore in highschool now extremely upset.
“This is our house! don’t fucking tell us to get out!” Matt was furious with rage, swearing at his beloved little sister.
Y/n doesn’t yell back, except she takes a step back and sits on her bed, her face in her hands as she lets out series of sobs.
Chris goes and sits next to her, wrapping his arms around her and running his fingers through her hair.
Nick goes to speak up, “Chris don-”
Chris cuts him off, “I feel bad.” Chris says in a soft voice, an evident pout on his face as his little sister cries in his arms, his head resting on top of hers.
Matt clenches his jaw and rubs his eyebrows, watching as Y/n cries in Chris’s arms.
“We can help your addiction.” Nick says to Y/n.
Y/n sniffles, “I’m not addicted!” She yells as she pulls her head away from Chris’s chest, holding onto his arm and playing with his fingers. A habit she always had, she hated holding hands so she would usually just hold onto the person.
Y/n takes a breath, “I-i’m not, i promise, i just do it with my friends.” Y/n puts her pinky out to no one in particular, but pinky promises were something she never broke, so if she asked to pinky promise then she definitely wasn’t lying.
Matt sighs, “We love you, y/n. I-i’m sorry for yelling but- w-why didn’t you tell us? I mean, is it us? Do you need something? are you getting bullied? what is it you’re not telling us?” Matt raids Y/n with questions as Chris’s hand moved to Y/n’s back, rubbing slowly.
“No im fine. I swear, i just do it for fun, Matt.” She says, playing with the sleeve of her sweatshirt.
Nick shakes his head, “But you don’t need too, honey.” He gives her a sad smile.
“Okay look, if there’s anything we could do to stop you from vaping, smoking, whatever, then tell us. But if there’s not then we can’t do anything about it.” Chris says, kissing y/n’s forehead.
Matt nods, “Chris is right. It’s your choice.”
“Okay. I’m sorry.” Y/n sniffles.
“Next time be honest?” Matt suggests.
Y/n smiles and nods.
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my writing has been so so so bad lately like oo girl hell no anyway i’m sorry this is ass like oh lord anyway i can’t even look anymore
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To Be Friends
I’ve exaggerated some of Nancy’s negative character traits slightly in this story, but it’s also for the sake of her developing past them.
Robin usually sits alone, as sad as that is. It’s whatever; she’s comfortable with it. She can usually get some reading done without any interruptions. But it’s the first day back at school since they took down Vecna, and she’s pleasantly surprised when Nancy sits across from her. They smile at each other, a little stiff without a common goal they’re trying to work for.
“You packed a lunch today,” Nancy states awkwardly.
“Actually Steve made this for me. He always dotes more after, uh… notable events. Sometimes it’s just a particularly bad nightmare. One time Dustin popped a bike tire and Steve bought him a helmet after it was fixed. He gets spikes in paranoia when he’s reminded how easily things can go wrong.”
“That does sound like him. You should try dating him.”
Robin’s eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Is that a real suggestion?”
“Oh! No, I just mean that he doted on me all the time when he was dating me.”
“Yeah, he’s a real sap.”
There’s a lull in the conversation before Nancy speaks up again. “It is surprising you aren’t a couple. You’re both very attractive.”
“Uh… so? I mean, thank you? I mean… I’m not interested. He’s not my type.”
Nancy hums. “Don’t worry. I understand.”
“You… do?”
“I actually have dated Steve. It probably would have been smarter to be friends first. You’re smart that way.”
“... Thank you?”
“Yeah. I mean, I’m sure you’re well aware of the bullet you dodged.”
Robin chuckles uncomfortably. “Maybe? I guess that depends on what exactly you’re referring to.”
“You said yourself he tends to dote. It’s so much more extreme when he’s dating you. I don’t need to use his jacket for the one minute walk from the school to the car. I don’t need him opening doors for me. I can do that myself.”
“Uh-huh…” Robin says, trying to keep her eyes from squinting.
“And he gets so clingy. And emotional. I swear sometimes it was more like he wanted me to be his mom than his girlfriend, which is honestly so privileged. He cut off his friends for me, so it became my job to comfort him about it?”
“He was friends with them for a long time, and he didn’t have anyone else to talk to about it. He’d kind of just cut off all his other friends,” she tries to joke.
“They were assholes,” Nancy says, maintaining seriousness. “He shouldn’t have been so caught up on them.”
“If he didn’t realize just how shitty they were until you, then he must have had a lot of good experiences with them too. A lot to be conflicted about.” She knows this is the case, because Steve’s talked to her about it too.
“He shouldn’t have been friends with them in the first place.”
“So why did you date Steve for so long? Like a year, right? If he was such a shitty boyfriend? You shouldn’t have been dating in the first place?”
“That’s different.”
“How?”
“Because Steve was popular. Everyone loves him, but the only other person I thought might want me was too preoccupied to look at me. I waited a month with nothing. Can you really blame me for wanting to feel wanted and liked after my best friend died?”
“No, but I can blame you for using that as your excuse while apparently hating anything he did because he wanted and liked you. You literally started your complaints about how doting he can be.”
“What, like you don’t think it’s annoying?” And Robin knows what she means by that, but ‘annoying’ would never be the word she would use to describe it. Just… overwhelming sometimes. But understandable. “Besides, that was more of a pet peeve. You were the one who brought that up. There’s a reason I moved my complaints to him crying over his positive choices.”
And that startles Robin a bit. “He actually cried over it?”
Nancy rolls her eyes. “It was a hyperbolic idiom. But my point remains. Everyone loves him, but he was just upset that those two assholes didn’t anymore.”
“If everyone loves him why did no one turn up?”
“I’m sorry?”
“You say everyone loves him like he could have anyone, but you were all he had after Tommy and Carol immediately turned on him for pushing back one time.”
“You know what, that’s another thing. Why even be upset that someone who was willing to turn on you that quickly, did?”
“Well under that logic Steve should hate you then, shouldn’t he?”
“Oh, is that what this is about? Fine, go shoot your shot. I’m sure he’d love to have you. But don’t come crawling to me when he becomes too much for you.” With that she gets up from the table and sits at a newly vacant table.
Robin’s never ditched school before, but now she wants nothing more than to bike over to family video and hug her favorite person.
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She manages to talk herself out of skipping. She only had 2 and a half hours of school left after lunch, and none of the classes left were her best. Steve would take his break to pick her up anyway, so why put in the effort to bike all of the way there? Still, she has such a hard time concentrating on the last classes.
When she finally gets out, Steve is already parked in his usual spot, and she plops down into the seat.
“Bad day?” Steve asks.
“You know how you were hoping we could have some kind of outing with Nancy and Jonathan before the latter has to go back to California?”
“Yeah?”
“Scratch that. We’re not doing it.”
“What happened?”
She hesitates. She doesn’t want to be the one to tell him, but she also isn’t going to keep this from him. “Nancy told me that she didn’t like dating you, basically.”
“Oh, yeah, I know that.”
“And what, you're just ok with hanging out with her now?”
“I mean, it’s not her fault. She tried to like it. It’s not her fault she didn’t.”
“But it is her fault for not telling you how she felt about it. Let you think everything was fine. That’s leading you on.”
Steve shrugs. “It’s not like she was trying to do that. And it’s not like hanging out with her now would involve any kind of hope that we’d get back together. She didn’t like me as a boyfriend, but we can still be friends.”
“How do you know she likes you as a friend? If she lied to you about liking you as a boyfriend.”
“We should get to work before my break is up,” he says, putting the car into gear.
They don’t talk about it after that. They don’t talk much at all for the rest of the day.
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Robin doesn’t eat lunch in the cafeteria after that, not wanting to deal with Nancy again. She doesn’t necessarily know that Nancy would try to start up that conversation again, but even just seeing her in the hall sours her mood a bit, so she doesn’t need to be dealing with that.
So she’s sitting in an empty classroom eating lunch when Nancy finds her.
“You’ve been avoiding me.”
Robin glares. “Is this not mutually beneficial?”
Nancy sighs. “Look,” she starts as she sits in the seat beside Robin, “I’m not great at taking criticism. I’m a very defensive person. I’m not good at admitting when I’m wrong, but… I was, so…”
“So…” Robin prompts.
“So you were right. I just… needed to sit on all the points for a while before I could calm down enough to actually consider them.”
“Ok. But what are you going to do about it?”
“I’m… apologizing?”
“For what?”
Nancy rolls her eyes, but answers anyway. “For snapping at you, and not listening to what you were trying to tell me.”
“Ok. So what about Steve?”
“What about him?”
“Are you going to apologize to him too?”
“For fighting with you?” She lets out a confused breathy laugh. “I know you guys are close but is that necessary?”
“Are you serious right now?”
Nancy blinks a few times before jolting a little. “Oh! I was too focused on- yeah, I should. It’s just been so long I wasn’t even thinking about it.”
“Do you want to be friends with Steve?”
“What do you mean?”
“He still respects you, and wants to reconnect after… everything. I don’t want you to let him drag you to hang outs because it’s easier than denying a simple request, then blowing up at him about it later. Again. I don’t know if he’d come back from it a second time.”
“I honestly don’t know,” Nancy sighs. “If I want to be friends with him. I feel like… he carries an association… The whole year I was with him I was in mourning, and we only reconnected recently because of, as you worded it, ‘recent events.’ I just… every time I’ve been with him in one way or another… something bad was going on. I feel like being friends with him would just leave me on edge all the time.”
“Make sure he knows that then.” She picks up her now empty lunch tray and moves to leave the room.
“Wait, Robin!”
“Yeah?” she stops by the doorway.
“Can we still be friends?”
“I don’t know… But we can be more than not friends.”
“Yeah… I’d want to be more than ‘not friends’ with Steve too.”
“Make sure he knows.”
“Yeah…”
We never really see how Nancy responds to being wrong, because she’s never written to be. My headcanon for how she responds to it is that she gets really pissed, but after sitting on it for a long time she has a hard time denying when there’s an imbalance. She’s logical enough to know what’s right, but she’s stubborn, and bias towards her own perspective, so things like this do need to get pointed out to her and it takes her a while to come around.
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this is for the carmen lore lovers okay i always think "i should complain less both irl and online since its probably not good to be so negative all the time" but anger really does keep me alive etc but good god this mold shit is driving me insane like thank god i live with all my irl friends cause no way in hell would i invite someone over like "yeah ignore the mildew smell and dont look too closely at anything and dont touch the walls theyre permawet" its humiliating and it's so shameful just having to exist here and who knows where im gonna be living in a month im soooooo sick of this bouncing around where i live the last so many years -_-
like i havent really had a proper home it feels since 2018 like it's just "this is where im gonna be for maybe a year and its just where i keep some of my stuff and sleep at" like cant even put posters up cause theyll die. i have one big painting i made in our room to add some color but we gotta clean off the mold every so often but its abstract so at least it's hard to see and i really dont care about it enough if the paint gets worn away.
still waiting on the landlord to finally get back to us considering the repair guy (who she lives with but idk if theyre a couple but thats not my business im just a nosey nancy) and he was like shocked and mortified at the mold (he used to live here and hadnt seen mold this way) and okay it's a concrete house with stucco exterior but the fact that the middle most wall is wet he said something like uh thats kind of impossible to dry. any professional/ legal ppl weve talked to have said this is basically hazardous living and unsuitable conditions (even with the semi illegal mold agreement we were forced to sign that was snuck small into the lease, if anything its incriminating) and like now what? will we get relocated since this is house needs to get torn down (it has 85% humidify with is like 10% over legal livable limit) but if not then how long do we have to move? if its condemned then what man. we have a backup plan but it's a long as hell drive and far from everything so at least we dont gotta worry about nowhere to live so im trying to not stress too hard and just let da wind take me where it goes. so maybe we will soon live in a real house thats dry and i really cant beleive im back to where i was like 6 years ago of "i just need a bed to sleep in" i want to live a normal life where our cutting boards dont get moldy.
fuck all life.
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Ah, so Persona goes for the great white nothingness sort of afterlife rather than the deep dark void afterlife.
Margaret arrives to tell Reverie to stop being a lazy piece of shit and to listen to his friends to remember how to fight. It's basically Reverie Vs The Nyx Egg all over again. I wonder if he has a sense of deja vu here...
Mmhm, eyes getting itchy.
CRITICAL HIT. Oh my god Chie's VA is so fucking good. I'm clearing my throat.
OOP THAT'S IT I'M FUCKED. I'm crying. His voice is so fucking soft and entreating, I'm a goner. Between Kanji and Chie, I was def crying.
BRUH I didn't expect NAOTO to get me.
.... ADACHI?!
YOU KNOW WHAT ADACHI
YOU CAN HAVE THAT ONE, I WILL ALLOW IT. You're great, Adachi, it's been an honor, man.
OH NOOOOOOOOO don't do me like this
Anyway this bit is great. Nothing will hit like Shinjiro's unsubtitled call to action in P3P Reverie's ear but this is good shit regardless.
And lemme guess, they are the Universe Arcana.
That circle sword is cool as hell.
OKAY SO SIDEBAR
This fucking battle needs some fucking Hopes And Dreams-level shit. I'm sorry but to put on my FULLY NEGATIVE HAT FOR A SEC, this entire sequence would land 10000% better if the music was good. But I literally didn't even notice the music the entire time? I think it's on a very very long loop so there's some fun brassy horns but you gotta wait like two minutes for them to come in.
I've talked shit about the music in P4G before because truly P3P's OST fucked, but also THIS SEQUENCE SUFFERS A LOT FOR HAVING MEDIOCRE MUSIC.
I hope someone eventually mods it to have a fucking banger or two.
This part is pretty fucking great. Big fan.
Yaaaaaaaay.
I guess what I'm curious about is was this boss in the original version..... but wait, yeah, she has to be to explain everything.
Now that I've seen the whole sequence, I'm gonna be a negative nancy for a moment.
This whole ending is, uh, weird? It feels weird. Like, I almost think I prefer the ending with Ameno-Sagiri to this one because it felt more impactful after fighting Adachi. It feels like the game keeps answering the same questions over and over since then. I appreciate getting a final answer on why the three folks had Persona/TV powers, but also... It feels like....
The gas attendant did it! Gasp!
Also, like with Marie, there was this inorganic element to her whole plotline. But in the end, I kind of liked that!
But with Izanami, it feels tacked on in the same way but without the justification. The answer to the mystery is very "oh." Rather than "OOOOOOH" which we all know Persona can do.
Also, the entire plotline with Izanami literally only makes sense if you listened to Edogawa's lecture some 40 hours ago! And it's NEVER hinted anywhere else!
I think that's what I'm chafing against. Having the history explained in a lecture is totally fine. but when I got that lecture, I was like "ha i bet this is important!" and then I completely forgot that lecture because no one fucking brings it up again!
I am frustrated because I feel like this game does know what the fuck foreshadowing and story structure are, but it totally dropped the ball. It's to a point I wonder if like... something was lost in translation? Is something missing here?
Eh. JUST ANOTHER REASON PERSONA 3 PORTABLE IS BETTER.
Lets tackle the ending.
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Fictober 7. That 70s Show. 1977. All My Love.
"Do you recognize this?"
It's his civic duty, to show Jackie Burkhart some good music. Some Zeppelin, and their most iconic tune. Stairway to Heaven.
"No. I told you, I don't listen to rock music," Jackie dismissively declares, "But Donna showed me Fleetwood Mac, and I really like them. Do they count?"
"Yeah." He smirks a little, thinking of the obvious. "Still can't believe you thought Led Zeppelin was a person."
"I can't believe that Donna thinks Steven Tyler is hot. She showed me Aerosmith, and God. Steven Tyler makes Eric look cute. Donna has no taste, and she even has worse taste in guys..."
Once again, Hyde relays the obvious. The elephant in the room, especially after what he heard went down at the ice shack.
Kelso's van sinking should be a fucking sign, man. "You thinkin' about goin' back to Kelso, huh?"
In turn, Jackie is quick to deflect. "Well, he was my first boyfriend. And he's gorgeous."
Hyde's no knight in shining armor, but by comparison, Kelso is an invading army. A pillager, at best. Other terrible things, at fucking worst.
"But he cheated on you with Laurie, Pam, and the girl from Sacred Heart, and he makes Shaggy look like fucking Einstein."
"He smells like dog sometimes, too," Jackie notably adds, hoping for some worthwhile affirmation, "I swear, I think he plays with the neighborhood dogs."
And Hyde is more than willing to provide it. With few stipulations. "He belongs with 'em."
"Yeah..." Jackie happily trails off, as the song devolves into a certain nothingness. Silence, like all that glitters isn't gold. Just some shimmery rust. "He's a dirty, dirty dog. And I'm way smarter than him, even when I play dumb..."
Now, here come the stipulations. The awkward pressing, to get her to think. "Why'd you do that?"
"So I can get what I want. Then I turn the tables." Jackie uncomfortably cackles, nervously taking Hyde's hand. "I do it with my cheerleading friends all the time, and it's fun."
And for once, he doesn't jerk away. "Are they really your friends? You haven't brought 'em 'round here in awhile."
Now, Jackie is forced to think. Beyond the stupid games. Beyond the good grades. "They're tools. Like a curling iron. You know, one time, I tried to buy Donna a curling iron..."
Hyde catches her trying to deflect, once again. "Uh huh."
But Jackie is purposely dense. "I had to teach that moose how to curl her hair."
So, Hyde cuts to the chase. "I still gotta teach you a lot of things, doll. The ways of the world."
"Are you taking me into your stupid dojo of coolness again?"
"You can say that."
*****
Zeppelin is blaring, and they're sitting in a circle. Smoke uncomfortably billows, as they pass the blunt.
Back and forth, back and forth. "You can't let old habits die hard, Jackie. Remember what dumbass Shaggy did to you."
Jackie uncomfortably exhales. "But what if I don't find anyone else?"
He keeps it simple, as he inhales. "You will."
And Jackie, as high as a kite, still catches on. "You didn't say 'not me' this time."
Hyde nods. "Uh huh."
*****
2002.
"He said he didn't feel anything, but he was a big fat liar."
Maybe Jackie glorifies their love story to their kids, providing only some symbolic puzzle pieces. It's a stupid game. And sometimes, Hyde doesn't like it.
"She was singin' the same song." But today, Hyde is more than willing to partake. "Then she still got back with Uncle Kelso, for awhile."
Jackie nods, taking Hyde's waiting hand. "I gave him a marriage ultimatum, so he could run away. And he ran to California."
Hyde looks at Jackie oddly, harkening back to a bygone era, and Jackie groans. "That wasn't the same thing! That was because I love you, I wanted to cement that forever and ever, and you were being stubborn! Big diff."
James opens his mouth to say something, a negative Nancy Drew by trade, but Becca angrily nudges him.
Because Becca doesn't feel like exploring a dusty attic of crap, and releases some sort of rhetorical statement. To cap it off, right then and there.
"What if your plan didn't work, and he didn't run away? That would be weird."
Jackie and Hyde nervously glance at each other, and for once, Jackie is at a loss for words.
So, Hyde picks up the tab. "Yeah, it would."
#that 70s show#that 90s show#jackie and hyde#jackie burkhart#steven hyde#jackie and kelso#becca hyde#james hyde#my ficlets#my fics#look i'm alluding to t9s#fictober23
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COME AND GET YOUR LOVE | STANCY
chapter 1
“ a sacred space ”
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Nancy slammed her bag onto the ground, immediately slumping into her seat. Her eyes darted over to the nearest wall, searching for the clock. School was about to start in less than twenty minutes, yet here she was in the guidance counselor's office due to concern. The concern revolved around the fact that her application to Emerson College was almost complete, but she refused to submit it. She needed multiple eyes on it, nitpicking and editing everything. Were her extra circulars too much? Did she lack in the sports department? What if they didn't care she was a part of the school paper since freshman year? The world was full of possibilities, and Nancy hated the outcomes.
Blinking slowly, her baby blues stayed glued to the clock. She huffed, strands of her hair cascading over her forehead. Her lip pouted slightly, letting her fingers drum against the wooden chair handle. The anxiety escalated whenever her guidance counselor made any kind of noise. A shift in her seat, a clearing of the throat, or even a sniffle. Nancy didn't want to hear any noise unless it was positive. Her eyes pulled away from the clock, immediately locking with the guidance counselor. "So?"
Her guidance counselor, Ms. Kelley, had always had Nancy's best interest at heart. She was brutally honest but always managed to have a smile on her face. Nancy admired her sense of style, envious of her sweaters and long skirts. It didn't help that Nancy had wanted to switch her style for years now but always found herself too busy to go shopping out of her comfort zone. Ms. Kelley cleared her throat once again, placing the application down on her desk. "It's great."
Nancy sat up in her seat. The girl leaned forward, an eyebrow cocked suspiciously. "Great? That's all?"
Ms. Kelley tried her best to avoid eye contact but she failed miserably. It was hard to resist Nancy Wheeler and her puppy dog eyes. "Your statistics are spot on, you've been a part of many clubs at school. You make it clear you have a passion for journalism due to being a part of the newspaper for years. Letters of recommendation look fantastic." She paused. "However, your tutoring. It says you only tutored for a semester back in your junior year. That's all you did as far as tutoring?"
Nancy paused. She pursed her lips, leaning back in her chair. "Yeah...I just got too busy and I—"
"Too busy?"
Nancy gulped. "Uh, yeah."
Ms. Kelley smiled softly. "How do you think you'll manage college then?"
Nancy tilted her head to the side. "What are you talking about?"
"College. It's all about time management. Getting a job all while learning, studying, and socializing. It can start to be a lot, Nancy. And I'm scared that could be a turn-off for the school. They may view it as irrelevant due to the fact that you were unable to continue because you couldn't handle it. Do you understand?"
The brunette stared. She didn't feel that the negative of her application was valid. It seemed unfair that Emerson College could potentially reject her just because she didn't tutor for longer. But Ms. Kelley had been doing this for years and get kids into the top schools in the country. She trusted her guidance counselor with her life. Nancy also looked up to Ms. Kelley, wanting to be some kind of version of her someday. The badass, independent woman that was passionate about her job. "I understand."
Ms. Kelley nodded before folding her hands over her desk. "Any thoughts on picking up tutoring again? It wouldn't hurt to continue doing the job since you've lacked in that experience."
Nancy winced. She knew that she was too caught up in her school to even think about job experience. The girl thrived in her high school's journalism class but wondered if she was going to be able to handle actually working in a journalism workplace. "It wouldn't hurt, no."
"Perfect!" Ms. Kelley chirped.
Even though Nancy loved her counselor, the teenager was finding it hard to cope with her right now. Ms. Kelley loved everything but the fact that Nancy barely had any experience with working. There were plenty of people who worked their asses off in school and didn't work but still got into their dream schools. Right?
"How should I..." Nancy cleared her throat. "Promote this?"
Ms. Kelley shrugged. "I can reach out to a few of the kids I see who seem to be struggling. If anyone is going to teach them, it'll be you."
Nancy nodded to the sound of the first bell going off. The girl looked over at the clock, sighing a bit. She would do anything to skip homeroom just so she could disappear into journalism and her other classes. But she knew she had to go to homeroom to keep her perfect attendance record. "I guess I better get going, hm?"
Ms. Kelley nodded with a bright smile. "Of course."
Nancy grabbed her bag, slinging it over her shoulder as she stood up from the chair. The girl felt defeated. She had been working on this application since summer and it still wasn't perfected. The visits to Ms. Kelley were becoming more frequent, averaging twice a week. Nancy always made sure to come early in the morning so she had as much time as she could in case of criticism and feedback. She thought today would've been the last day but now Nancy knew she would be returning by the end of the week.
The brunette flashed a grin to Ms. Kelley before turning her back. "I'll come back later to see about my new job."
She made her way toward the door before Ms. Kelley's voice stopped her. "Nancy?"
The girl spun around, hand lingering on the doorknob. "Yes?"
"Try not to be too hard on yourself. I can see it in your eyes. You're exhausted and you need a break. College isn't everything, you know? Your future is big and bright, no matter where you end up. Emerson College is your dream but just remember that everything happens for a reason. So try not to let this hang over your head, yeah? It's your senior year. Go have fun!" Ms. Kelley smiled.
Nancy flared her nostrils. Her guidance counselor had basically told her to not worry about her future because it wasn't important. But all Nancy seemed to do was worry about the future. Her intense fear of rejection halted her from living in the moment but it was the only thing she knew. The only thing she was familiar with.
Nancy struggled to come up with a response. It was hard to not worry about not getting into her dream college. It was the end all or be all for her. "Yeah," she paused. "Yeah, I'll try."
Ms. Kelley's smile faded a bit before nodding. "For me, yeah?"
Nancy nodded before glancing at the clock. "I can't miss homeroom."
Ms. Kelley fluttered her hands at Nancy, sending her out of the room. "No worries, Nancy. Could you let my next appointment in? He should be waiting outside the door."
Nancy nodded before exiting the room. She waved goodbye to her guidance counselor before shutting the door completely. As the door closed, she let out a heavy sigh. The girl knew she had a few moments to spare before she had to rush off to class. She took her time to calm herself down. Taking three deep breaths, Nancy felt as good as she was going to be. Still shaky, she backed away from the door.
The girl always felt that it was her destiny to attend Emerson College. Ever since she was a young girl, Nancy snooped. She loves to know what was going on in the neighborhood, creating stories to report to her family for fun. As she grew older, her ability to write only grew stronger. She always carried some type of notebook so she could jot down anything that popped into her head or whatever was unfolding in front of her. And when she heard about Emerson College from Ms. Kelley, Nancy knew she was meant to go there.
"Is she done?"
Nancy looked up and locked eyes with the person she least expected to be in the guidance counselor's area. "Excuse me?"
The guy sighed, leaning down to grab his bag. "Ms. Kelley. Is she done?"
The coldness in his voice caused Nancy to furrow her eyebrows. She crossed her arms over her chest, not surprised at all that Steve Harrington was acting the way he did. "I just left the office, didn't I?"
Steve Harrington stood up, stretching out his limbs. His back cracked, causing Nancy to cringe. Dark, chocolate locks slumped on his head, a bit messy but still looked put together with some gel and hairspray. He wore gray sweatpants with a Hawkins High cut-off tank top. The boy matched his outfit with white Allstars and sealed the outfit with his letterman jacket. "Didn't know if I was next, sweetheart."
Nancy rolled her eyes. Oh, how she despised Steve Harrington. He held the title of the school's "golden boy." The boy had everyone wrapped around his finger: the girls wanted him, the boys wanted to be him and the teachers adored him. He was charming and full of spunk, all wrapped up with a devilish grin and his worn-out varsity jacket. He excelled in sports, being a part of the track and field team and basketball team since middle school.
Steve never failed to make a lasting impression. Nancy and Steve had been in the same class since grade school and for some reason, Steve always chose not to acknowledge her. They went their two separate ways, joining completely different crowds. All Nancy knew was that Steve was known for getting with various amounts of girls and then ditching them as soon as he was done with them. All things about Steve rubbed her the wrong way and Nancy vowed to keep a safe distance from him.
"Please don't call me sweetheart, Jackass." Nancy cocked an eyebrow at him before heading toward the exit.
Steve scoffed. "God, you better go before you're late for homeroom!"
Nancy flashed Steve her middle finger before walking out of the office. She knew flipping him off was the last thing she should've done, especially in the front office where loads of faculty members worked, but it felt good. After her intense conversation with Ms. Kelley, Nancy needed to get her pent-up energy somehow, someway. Steve just happened to have fallen into her web, suffering the consequences of Nancy Wheeler's anger.
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"He what?!" Robin exclaimed, slamming her locker shut.
Nancy nodded, shoulder leaning up against the lockers next to Robin's. "Yup. So uncalled for."
"Well, what did you say?"
"I called him a jackass then walked away. Good enough, huh?"
Robin shook her head. "Maybe a kick to the nuts next time would help."
Nancy let out a chuckle.
Robin Buckley had been her friend for ages. The blonde had moved to Hawkins long ago, being placed into Nancy's second-grade class in the month of January. All the brunette remembered from that day was that Robin wore layers-on layers, making her walk funny. Her hands stuck out, unable to move without waddling side to side. The kids giggled, causing Robin to blush. But Nancy offered the seat next to her, and the rest was history.
The girls had done everything together. Sleepovers and study sessions. Dance parties in Nancy's basement and scary movie nights in Robin's living room. Robin went to Nancy with everything, rambling and ranting for hours on end. Nancy provided feedback and advice, sealing the conversation with the biggest hug she could offer. Her ability to generate warm hugs always came in handy, especially when Robin came out to Nancy during the Summer of 1982.
The two tried their best to coordinate classes, but their interests were on complete opposite spectrums. The only classes that seemed to line up were math classes, an extra elective, and lunch periods. Nancy was placed in more advanced classes, wanting to pack in a tight schedule so she could study for hours. On the other hand, Robin struggled to keep up with her classes due to being a part of the band and working more than half of the week.
Robin was the first out of the two to get their license, so she was the designated driver until Nancy was granted hers a few months after. They switched on and off, carpooling together to school and driving late at night with the windows down, and music up. It remained one of their favorite past times.
Their social circles barely ran into one another's. Robin resided in the band while Nancy dominated the journalism world at Hawkins High. Robin was infamous for her trumpet playing, earning the first chair every year since sixth grade. Because she was involved with the band, Robin somehow grew to love sports. Basketball was her favorite due to the wild crowd and fast-paced energy that engulfed the gymnasium. Plus, she got to watch Steve Harrington dominate the court. However, due to Nancy's hatred toward Steve, Robin felt uneasy about him.
The boy had always been nice to Robin, flashing a weak smile or giving a quick head nod. However, Steve managed to ignore Nancy with all of his power. Whenever he did acknowledge her, though, he had a scowl on his lips and would mutter some kind of nickname under his breath. Robin never fully understood the drama between the two of them. All she knew was that Steve Harrington ruined her life in first grade, and the rest was history. Nancy was known to hold onto grudges.
The bell rang causing Nancy to groan. "Off to journalism."
Robin cocked an eyebrow with a sly smirk. "Why the groan, Wheeler? Isn't journalism the love of your life?"
Nancy rolled her eyes. "No, it's Tom Cruise."
Robin let out a sigh before cackling. "Funny. Seriously, what's wrong with journalism?"
The two began their walk down the hallway toward their classes. Nancy hugged her books close to her chest, eyes diverting around the halls. "Nothing it's just..." the girl sighed. "I had a meeting with Ms. Kelley today, and I—"
"Again? Jesus, Nance, you're gonna wear yourself thin. Does she even help? I feel that you can plan your future way better without her. Guidance counselors use any meeting to tell you what you're doing wrong. Do you really want to be in that kind of environment?" Robin rambled.
Nancy shook her head, a wide smile on her lips. Opposites did attract, especially when it came to situations like this. Nancy listened as Robin spoke. It was a match made in heaven. "Rob, it's fine. I just go for some advice and peace of mind. Anyways, she wasn't pleased with my resume once again."
"See! Total bullshit, Nance."
"Rob!" Nancy hissed. "She thinks I don't have enough experience when it comes to working. Like, remember when I did tutoring for a semester? She thinks that Emerson won't find that good because I gave up on it. And because of that, I focused all my attention on school so I never worked an actual job. Now, Emerson is going to reject me because I'm not as well-rounded as I thought!"
Robin stopped in her tracks, grabbing Nancy's wrist to hold her still. "Nancy Ruth Wheeler!"
"Not my middle name."
"You!" Robin sighed before pointing her finger at Nancy. "You are so bright. You're excellent at school and you excel in journalism. You write about anything and everything, and holy shit you're so nosy. But without people like you, we wouldn't know what's happening in the world! Who cares that you barely have any job experience? If Emerson doesn't want you because of that, then they don't deserve you. You understand?"
Nancy's smile only grew as Robin continued to talk. Her insecurities always got the best of her but Robin always knew how to bring her back down to earth. The two truly got along perfectly and Nancy wouldn't trade their friendship for the world. That's why it only made going to Emerson more complicated because Robin was still unsure of her future. No matter what, Nancy would always support her. "How do you always know the right words to say?"
"Because I'm awesome, smart, beautiful, charming...the list could go on and on."
Nancy rolled her eyes before letting one of her arms hang around Robin's neck. The girl pulled her best friend in close, giving her a tight side hug. Nancy dragged her best friend down the hall, holding her closer than ever. "You're the best, Buckley."
"And you're the best, Wheeler." Robin smiled, all teeth and more. "Come on, we must go off to our favorite classes."
"I thought you hated history."
"Oh absolutely. But at least there's some eye candy, yeah?" Robin winked.
Nancy snorted. "Any luck with Vickie?"
Robin placed a finger over her lips. "Hush, Wheeler! You'll jinx it!"
Nancy let go of Robin, shooting her hands in the air for defense. "Just a question!"
Robin winked. The two approached Nancy's class and Robin snapped her fingers toward the front door. "Here you are, Miss. Wheeler!"
"Why thank you." Nancy curtsied. "Good luck in class, Buckley. Meet up before lunch?"
"Absolutely." Robin signaled to Nancy before beginning to walk backward. "Don't miss me too much!"
Nancy laughed hard, causing her head to lean back. "I'll try not to!"
Robin flashed a smile before dashing off to class. Nancy watched from afar, waving down the hallway as Robin ran down the hallway. Nancy feared they might have been too codependent on one another. That only made Nancy more anxious for the future. How was she going to go off to college without Robin? The girl hoped that moment would be easier once it approached.
Snapping out of her thoughts, Nancy waltzed into the journalism room at the last bell. She gave herself a mini fist bump before proceeding into the room.
The journalism room had been one of Nancy's favorites. Both newspaper and yearbook took place here, so the room was constantly buzzing with people and tasks that need to get done. Shelves and bookcases lined the walls, holding the archives of past yearbooks and papers. The archives dated back to when the school opened in the 1950s. A ladder stood in the corner in case anyone needed to reach the higher shelves. Desks and tables took over the room, placed in corners, and devoured the center of the room. Papers, projectors, typewriters, tools, and more scattered the tables in a complicated mess. Nancy knew she needed to get some organizing done.
Nancy walked over toward the newspaper section, peering over people's shoulders. There were perks to being the editor-in-chief, she thought. Walking around the room, she complimented those who were on track and gave feedback to those who needed it most. She only struggled a bit with the sports section since she lacked any knowledge of sports. Concluding her walkthrough, she gave a few assignments out to her group. Getting to delegate was one of Nancy's biggest accomplishments. It allowed her to practice skills necessary for the real world and prepare her for college in which people were constantly busy.
Sitting down in front of her typewriter, Nancy let out a sigh. It was her turn to finally work on her projects. Her latest stories involved the new equipment purchased for the science department and revising pictures for the basketball victory from this past weekend. Nancy had been pestered about adding a gossip column to the paper, but she feared it would get too out of control and she wouldn't be able to calm people down. Nancy flipped through her papers, biting down on her lip. "Ah..."
Nancy leaned back in her chair before she began to type away on her typewriter. She crafted the perfect flyer for tutoring. If she was going to tutor, the flyers needed to be perfect and easy to follow. The brunette chewed on the inside of her cheek as she typed, scared to mess up. Although, she rarely messed up due to her perfectionism. Listening to the keyboard, Nancy felt a smile grow on her face. If Ms. Kelley wanted the teenager to tutor, Nancy was going to give it to her. It wouldn't hurt to promote her tutoring skills, right? Maybe Emerson would view it as a great skill.
Feeling excited, the girl continued to type away. She added a catchy tagline, something along the lines of 'Wheeler's Wisdom Tutoring Sessions', and put her phone number down. She added the times in which she would be tutoring, Tuesdays and Thursdays from 3 pm to 6 pm in the library, making sure it didn't interfere with any other clubs.
"Excuse me?"
Nancy held her finger up. "Give me a moment, I'm making some flyers!"
Nancy heard the creak of her desk as the person leaned over. Her eyes diverted toward the hand. She furrowed her eyebrows, seeing the hand was large and muscular. A state champion's ring gleamed in the hazy light of the room, causing Nancy's stomach to churn. "Wheeler's Wisdom? How clever."
Nancy finally stopped typing. Her ears adjusted to the voice. It was deep and full of charm. The snarky comment flew out of the person's mouth with ease, making the hairs on Nancy's arm raise. The girl looked up and her smile dropped instantly.
There stood Steve Harrington, leaning over her desk. He wore his signature smirk as his hair perfectly fell over his forehead. "I bet I could come up with something better?"
"What are you doing here?" Nancy snapped.
"I just transferred into this class."
Nancy felt her heart drop into her butt. There was no chance in hell that Steve Harrington was transferring into Nancy's journalism class. Her sacred space. The area where she shined and excelled, where Steve was bright on the court. "No, that must be a mistake."
Steve shook his head before shoving his hand into the pocket of his varsity jacket. He pulled out a slip, glancing over it before handing it to Nancy. "No, no it's not. See?" He pointed to the class period and room, the world JOURNALISM printed in bold. "Journalism. Yeah?"
Nancy's eyes widen. Her stomach did flips before she stood up abruptly out of her chair. "Who the hell approved this?"
Steve smirked their bodies closer than ever. He watched as Nancy leaned over on her desk, locking eyes with his. "Take a look, darling."
Nancy tilted her head to the side before looking down at the signature. Ms. Kelley had signed off on the change which only made Nancy's blood boil. "She didn't."
"Oh, but she did." Steve snatched the piece of paper out of Nancy's fingers. "So, what's my job?"
Nancy couldn't believe it. Steve Harrington had transferred into her class and he was already asking questions. She knew that whatever she told him to do, he would end up sitting around and throwing paper balls into trash cans instead of writing. "Can you clean?"
Steve furrowed his eyebrows. "Can I clean?"
Nancy smirked. She reached under her desk, grabbing onto a bottle of disinfectant spray and a rag. "You can start off by cleaning the windows. Once you're done with that, feel free to dust off the typewriters. That should keep you occupied for the rest of the period."
"You're serious?" Steve scoffed. "I thought this was a writing class."
"Yeah, but I'm the boss here." Nancy pointed toward her desk with the engraving EIC labeled on the side. "Editor in Chief. I approve and delegate. And right now, I'm delegating you to clean the windows. Sound fair?"
Steve's smirk returned to his face. "Whatever you say, princess." He grabbed the bottle and rag off the desk.
Backing up slowly, Steve shook his head at Nancy. "Tomorrow, I expect to be writing something. Maybe sports?"
"Doubtful, very doubtful!" Nancy called out, waving goodbye to Steve.
The girl sat down in her chair and watched as Steve made his way toward the farthest window. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad having him in class. After all, she was in charge.
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why jonathan byers and steve harrington have both been redeemed (and it’s not fair to compare them).
ALRIGHT FOLKS HERE IT IS, except i rewrote it to be more put together and slightly more formal bc why not.
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“i’d rather observe people than just. uh.” “talk to them?” “yeah.”
“it’s just, sometimes- people don’t really say what they’re really thinking. but when you capture the right moment- it says more.”
both of these quotes are said by jonathan in season one, talking to nancy about his photography hobby. he explains that he uses photography as a way to connect with people, because he prefers not to actually talk to people (he’s just like me fr).
in season one, jonathan is in the woods looking for will when he stumbles across steve’s house and sees barb at the pool and then notices nancy up in the window. he takes some photos of barb, then moves the camera to point it at nancy- who begins to undress. the second he notices what’s going on, he moves the camera.
let it be known before i say anything else- this is not stalking.
is it in poor taste? oh yes, 100%. this was UNDENIABLY poor taste, and not a very good decision. but the main argument against jonathan’s character is that he was stalking nancy and took pictures of her naked without her consent. while he technically did do the latter thing, it’s important to note that not only was it not stalking, but that it was unintentional for him to capture her without a shirt on.
he also apologized- and nancy forgave him! she is the only person who has the right to forgive him for that, and she was able to look past it with context.
it was also necessary to move the plot forward- because how else would he have taken the photo of the demogorgon and gotten nancy involved? those two plot points could not have been put into motion unless he was taking photos of nancy that she would need to see at some point.
let’s talk about steve in season one for a moment.
steve is, without a doubt, a total douchebag. he is no billy, he’s not a horrible person, but he’s your typical rich teenage asshole with entitlement issues and shitty friends.
so let’s look at some of the stuff steve did in season one, shall we?
broke jonathan’s camera
slut nancy wheeler campaign, after refusing to talk to her about what he saw and instead being rash and jumping to conclusions
picked a fight with jonathan by saying bad shit about his family, calling him a queer, insulting is brother, who, at the time, had just recently been proclaimed dead
that’s… a pretty rough list. but we also have to take into consideration how much of his behavior was influenced by tommy and carol. later on in the season, he tells them off for being dickheads, and proceeds to walk off (if i remember correctly, he then goes to find jonathan to apologize). from that context, we’re able to gather together the fact that a lot of the negative stuff he did or said that season was some kind of learned behavior to fit in with tommy and carol.
in later seasons, we see him talk to dustin about popularity- and it’s not until the end of season three that he starts to recognize that popularity isn’t everything, and that he shouldn’t have cared so much about it in school.
this further reinforces our assumption that he was doing a lot of the stuff that he was in order to fit in and keep his title as the ‘king of hawkins high’.
now let’s focus on their development.
steve harrington has, arguably, had the most noticeable character development out of anyone in the show (other than el; i believe her arc is even more severe). he goes from trying to beat up jonathan in an alleyway to risking his life to protect him and nancy, and later to help find and protect will. he goes from calling jonathan a queer to bring totally accepting of robin’s lesbianism. he goes from running away from the demogorgon to protecting all of the kids from everything supernatural.
steve harrington has been redeemed since season one.
jonathan byers, on the other hand, has had much more subtle development. we see him apologize for his mistake in season one, and it seems to be dropped from there on out. he goes from trying to find and protect will to… being a pothead?
because the main aspect of jonathan’s character in season four is that he’s high all the time, it’s easy to miss the growth of his character. this is further aided by not only the fact that he’s a very quiet, personal character, but also that the writers don’t quite seem to know what to do with him, and continually put him on the back burner. i mean, seriously, when was the last time a scene was focused on him and him alone- season one? maybe two?
but really, he has changed a lot since season one- but a lot of his character traits have also stayed the same.
jonathan went from making the rather unfortunate decision of taking poorly timed candid photos of nancy to respecting her quite possibly more than anyone else in the show- and we can see that in how he treats her in season three.
while i don’t necessarily agree on the direction the writers took his character in season three, it’s clearly depicted that he seriously respects nancy, trusting her instincts, and apologizing after their argument and saying that he shouldn’t have doubted her (which, in my opinion, was just a poorly formed girlboss arc and nancy 100% should have apologized for her nearsightedness on the entire situation).
he remains fiercely protective of his brother, but in a healthy and not overbearing way. he’s incredibly caring, and we can see this in the way he talks to nancy in earlier seasons and his speech to will in season four.
notice the different context in these two characters development? steve’s is very public, based on his interactions with several other characters. jonathan’s, on the other hand, is very focused on his own personal growth regarding his interaction with nancy and the development in their relationship.
this is all to say that jonathan byers is an incredibly complex character, but to solely focus on his bad decisions in season one is nearsighted to the fact that he has not only changed a lot, but also makes mistakes- joanathan is an three dimensional character who makes regular human mistakes, but learns and grows from them.
can i also be brutally honest for a moment? half the reason so many people love steve and are so willing to forgive him is because joe keery is conventionally attractive, while charlie heaton is not. (which, by the way, is total bullshit, he’s very much attractive y’all just have bad taste)
tldr: what jonathan did was objectively wrong, but is taken out of context and warped, particularly when comparing him to steve. because steve’s character arc is more noticeable and is paid more attention to on screen than jonathan, people are more willing to forgive him. jonathan and steve have both been redeemed and should not be compared.
#stranger things#jonathan byers#jonathan i love you and i’m sorry no one thinks critically about your character
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Clyde: So… Here we are!
Jimmy: Wha-what the heh-ell is this.
Clyde: It’s my blog!
Clyde: Craig helped me set it up the other day.
Jimmy: This is… Sssso c-cringey.
Jimmy: Why wou-ould you mmmmake me d-do this?
Clyde: I thought it would be fun?
Clyde: You are just being a negative Nancy.
Jimmy: Hhhhh… Ye-yeah…
Jimmy: I’ll d-do thhhhis with you. Fffffor a b-b-bit.
Clyde: Sweet!
Clyde: You should intro yourself!
Jimmy: Hhhhhhhhhhh OK…
Jimmy: I’m uh, J-Jimmy Valmer. I knnnow C-Clyde from sch-chool.
Clyde: Jimmy moved here like 9 years ago.
Jimmy: Hah-Happy I did.
Jimmy: Ssssometimes-s.
Clyde: You’re being negative again…
Jimmy: Ssss-sorry.
Jimmy: B-b-but this t-t-town sucks sssssometimes.
Clyde: …True.
Jimmy: Ssssee?
Clyde Uh, anyways-
Clyde: What are we gonna talk about here?
Jimmy: You d-didn’t fffffigure that out-t beforehand?
Clyde: …
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Reread Fragments of Magic today as I’m waiting for editor and publishers to get back to me
Also please stare at my cover font for a minute...
Alright there we go
Thanks
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Gahhh sometimes it’s hard to wrap my head around the fact that I actually wrote a THING(tm) that is like 123K words long. THATS A WHOLE bOOK LIKE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Imposter Syndrome has been trying to kick my butt lately but im like... No. I wrote this. I wrote a whole thing and the little negative nancy voice in my head says “ewww no one’s gunna like thissss’ and it’s SO HARD to constantly fight that! I reread it (well the back half of it anyways) and it’s like... I really wrote this? I really sat down and actually heckin’ wrote a THING.
This is all jitters ofc as I struggle with no communication back from publishers JIC they want to take me up on the offer. Either way I’ve already decided that I’m going to be publishing next year no matter what so uh.. please stay tuned for more later when I get my stuff together and can actually be coherent about what I’m talking about. Tumblr is honestly my venting space while writing and I appreciate everyone’s chill patience as I scream into the Void about this.
(Fanart by @re-pyper )
I’m half tempted to just say Eff it and post up my cover as I work on it but at the same time im like NOOOO YOU MUST KEEP IT A SECRET FOR FOREVER UNTIL BIG REVEAL so I’m like torn. I hate keeping secrets like this and it’s eating me up because DANG IT I WANNA SHARE THE PRETTY ART I COMMISSIONED OF MY GAL AMBER AAAAA
So yeah lots of dilemmas and nonsense on my end as I deal with not hearing back from publishers. I’m handling it well...
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Alpha's Temptation - Chapter 19
*Warning: Adult Content*
I have realized that I am not suited for social situations whatsoever.
In hindsight, this is something I should've learned earlier on but at this moment it's become clearer than ever.
The moment, in particular, I'm talking about is how on Friday at lunch, the peaceful cafeteria table that once belonged to 'The Triplets' aka Lylah, Wren and I, has suddenly been surrounded by a colony of football jocks, courtesy of Jay.
Jay's seated next to me with his arm around my shoulders, telling me all the latest news about him and the team.
I'm in a sandwich between him and his friend Yvonne, a female alpha with russet brown skin, her hair styled in cornrows that stream down her back.
She keeps cracking purposely stupid jokes in an attempt to make Lylah laugh.
It's been unsuccessful so far but she is relentless.
I don't miss the little smile Lylah's trying to hide.
"You'll go to my game tonight, won't you?" Jay asks me, flashing me a charming smile.
"O-Oh, uh-.." I start to stutter, losing the ability to speak as everyone's eyes watch me expectantly.
I look to Lylah for help and she nods at me excitedly, encouraging me to reply.
"S-sure. Can't wait," I finally manage to get out.
A chorus of whoops and hollers resound around me and everyone looks excited.
Except for Wren, of course.
He blows his long hair out of his face disinterestedly.
But other than that, he's been acting normal so I try not to think anything of it.
After lunch, we're walking through the halls and Lylah is nearly bouncing off the walls.
"Isn't this so amazing? We were personally invited to the game," she exclaims, latching onto my arm and pulling on it.
"Yeah but anyone can go. You don't need an invite," Wren huffs.
"Oh, stop being such a negative nancy. You better come tonight hoe."
"Um, well..." Wren looks conflicted, avoiding eye contact with us.
"Come on," Lylah insists. "The Triplets have been in a funk all week! We need something to lighten up."
We both give Wren pleading looks and he eventually gives in, a smile breaking out on this face.
A smile that fills me with relief because I haven't seen it in a while.
"Ugh, fine. But I know y'all just wanna go for the players, not the game."
"Hehe, you caught me," Lylah sticks out her tongue and winks teasingly.
Wren rolls his eyes in mock annoyance.
"You're shameless," he says and we all laugh.
We're at Lylah's after school getting ready to go to the game when it crosses my mind that I haven't seen Daemon for a few days.
He's been busy with his pack work and Lucien's been the one driving me.
It's weird but I feel like I miss him.
No, I just miss arguing with him.
That's it.
I miss blowing off steam as he gets all pissed off, his voice deepening to that angry rumble as he gives me that devouring look of his.
Ugh... here I am thinking these things again.
I pull out my phone to text Lucien that I'm going to the football game tonight.
He just tells me to be safe and to get back home before eleven.
He's so nice.
It's almost strange to me how nice he is.
The fact that fathers like him exist is crazy to me.
I've tried with all my might to remember my real father but my memory of the past is so hazy days.
I still remember the horrible pain and things I endured but things like how people or places looked back in Dark Moon are so hard to recall.
Sometimes it feels like my brain is shutting down, like it's trying its best to block the memories of that place out.
My father is even harder to remember than my mother.
He was actually the Head Alpha of Dark Moon when I was younger.
I don't even remember his name.
He abandoned the pack when I was six and that's when his brother, Alpha Ferix, took me and my mother in.
He also stepped up to take the place of Head Alpha in my father's absence.
I don't feel much for my father.
Contempt, maybe.
For being a coward and running from his mistakes.
Alpha Ferix always told us that the reason my father left was because he didn't have the courage as Head Alpha to go forward with a crucial attack, so Alpha Ferix had to step up and do it himself.
After that, my father was shunned and abandoned us out of shame.
During those conversations, I remember how my mother would never speak.
Her mouth would always be pressed in a firm line and her eyes cast downward.
There was no light left in her after that.
She fell ill to a parasitic disease that was rampant at the time.
It's called Xaerva.
Usually, a person's immune system can fight it off but the old and weak are easily susceptible.
My mother wasn't old but all the fight she had in her left with my father, her mate.
She didn't have the strength to win against the disease.
Her blood poisoned and she died.
And that's how I ended up all alone with my uncle, who's also my stepfather, Alpha Ferix.
It's confusing but he basically forced my mom to take him as a replacement 'mate' instead of my father.
But she hated him.
And she took that hate to her grave and died after four years in that hell with him.
I used to be angry with her, for leaving me to suffer but now it just saddens me.
I wish we could have escaped together.
It's all in the past now.
I just don't want to think about it anymore.
I try to push it out of my head as I attempt an eyeliner wing in Lylah's bathroom, failing terribly.
It looks like a thick slug attached itself to the corner of my eye.
How does Lylah do this every day and look killer?
I'm hopeless.
Lylah knocks on the door, not waiting for me to invite her in before she barges in.
"Lylah," I screech, attempting to hide my face behind my hands.
But she's already seen it, evident from the snort that leaves her mouth.
"Oh, Ash, that looks rough buddy," she laughs as she pulls out her phone to snap a pic.
I scowl at her, trying to block her camera with my hand.
"Very funny."
Then I watch as she pours some type of clear solution onto a cotton swab.
"Let me fix that for you," she says, wiping at my eyes.
So I let her get to work and by the time we're all done getting ready it's nearly seven, which is when the game starts.
I can't believe we took three hours to get ready.
Time flies when you're trying to do eyeliner, I guess.
When we get there, I'm overwhelmed by how packed the stands are.
We manage to find a spot near the field but it's near a group of loud Alphas who definitely look too old to be high school students.
Lylah whispers to me that they're probably alumni.
Jay lights up when he sees us, waving at us from the field and we wave back.
I don't really understand what's going on the field so I just cheer when everyone else does.
It's enjoyable, at least until the group of guys starts bothering us near the end of the game.
"Hey, what's your name, sweetheart?" one of them asks Wren, scooting closer to where we're sitting.
Wren just frowns at him, ignoring the question.
"Awe, don't play hard to get," he continues, his friends snickering and egging him on.
"Guys, I need to go to the restroom," Lylah suddenly says, grabbing our arms and standing up.
This earns a round of dissatisfied grunts from the Alphas as we leave.
Ew, they're total pigs.
Living as Omegas in an Alpha-dominated society kind of sucks.
They think they can just make advances on us whenever they want.
As I look back, I notice one of them staring at me intently.
I realize he's the man I saw at the garage when I ditched school with my friends.
The one Daemon was begrudgingly talking to.
Just like then, I don't like the look in his eyes.
"Thanks for that, Lylah. Ugh, those creep,!" Wren shivers in disgust.
"Fucking grown men acting like sleazebags."
"What's new?" Lylah sighs as we walk down to the bleachers to the half-sized chain link fence that separates the platform we stand on from the field.
We choose to stand there until the game ends rather than go back to our seats.
With a final touchdown, the coach blows the whistle and our side erupts in cheers.
"Did we win? Did we win?" I ask excitedly.
"Yeah duh, Ash. Look at the scoreboard." Wren laughs and I do, seeing that we won by double, 30 - 15.
I watch as our team celebrates, lifting Jay up in the air in elation.
Then they let him down and he pulls off his helmet, spotting me up at the front.
He jogs over and Lylah squeals.
"I'm glad you're here," he grins up at me and a crowd starts to surround us.
"Wouldn't miss it," I say, flushing a little.
Then he starts doing something I did not see coming.
He starts pulling off his jersey, making everyone start to scream.
I watch with wide eyes as he pulls it clean off, revealing his sweaty bare chest.
Lylah is squealing like there's no tomorrow, gripping my arm so tightly it feels like my circulation is going to get cut off.
Then he hands the number eighteen jersey up to me and the screaming around us only gets louder.
"For you, gorgeous," he winks and I think I hear people fainting.
I take the damp shirt in my trembling hands, not believing what just happened.
"T-Thanks," I say breathlessly, overwhelmed by everything.
"Oh my God. Let me smell it," Lylah yanks my hand that's holding it up to her face and breathes in deeply, coughing a little as her eyes squint.
"Okay, it was better in my head," she quickly pushes it away from her face in disgust and Jay bursts out laughing.
I can't help but smile as Jay animatedly goes over the highlights of the game, making exaggerated hand movements.
The crowd dissipates after a while and Lylah pulls Wren off somewhere, saying she'll let us have our 'alone time.'
"So, how was I?" Jay asks.
I don't know how to tell him I couldn't really tell any of the players apart with their helmets on, especially because I didn't know his jersey number until now.
"Amazing. You played so skillfully and scored..so many goals," I gush, trying to sound like I know what I'm talking about.
Jay raises an eyebrow, a smirk on his face.
"Something tells me you didn't know which one was me."
I blush, wringing my hands in his jersey.
"Guilty. But I do know you carried the game. Congrats, Jay."
"That's enough for me," he flashes me another grin before a teammate calls him over to talk to the coach.
We bid our goodbyes and I walk back to the bleachers, getting swept up in the crowd of people streaming toward the exit.
I check my phone, seeing that it's already 10:30.
I need to get home.
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best and worst promposals?
THE BIG DAY IS HERE SOOOOO let's all look back at our month of romance, grand gestures, and rom com moments!!! and as a true softie, i simply cannot award anyone 'worst' promposal. they were all very good!!
nevertheless, a ranking:
BRUCE/SNOW
Um, double promposal what are the odds?? Its giving DESTINY, its giving LA LA LAND, and quite frankly i would much rather spend my time watching these two cuties than emma stone and ryan gosling do anything! we're giving it an 8/10 for effort and the romcom factor!!!
MIM/TONY
it was messy and weird and probably cost the school a lot of money!!! i love a little crime in my romance (albeit this one is platonic). however i do feel like tony could have stepped up his game and asked MIM this time. 8/10
PHINEAS/LAURETTE
it was on a beach!!!! sparklers, flowers, pride!!!!!!!!! does it feel a LITTLE slapped together? sure. does it also pale in comparison to Phineas's fireworks trick two years prior with Mei? ... yeah. But I hate to be a negative nancy, so you're still pulling at 7/10!!!
SIMBA/BERLIOZ
While this one was a bit last minute, it had a HORSE. I repeat. There. Was. A. Horse. Not exactly the horse-drawn Taylor Swift White Knight kind, but still?? 9/10 for effort, romcom factor and a HORSE!
CLAYTON/ISA
Idk if this counts quite frankly. Some people might turn their noses up at this since it was a raffle but I personally think it's very modern~ and spicy~ and could have been the start of a Fifty Shades Spin-off (compliment). I'm intrigued! 5/10 for all the potential
VIXEY/HERC
TBH... this one I didn't get a lot of info about! I think it was uh, just a good old fashioned conversation. Which is absolutely totally fine. Let's not discount it! Though apparently someone overheard her talking to Tiana about it after and did not seem overly pleased... 3/10. He tried!
TIANA/JESSICA
This one was another conversation at the fairy flotilla, which is atmospheric! Jessica did not look disappointed after. Therefore, a solid 5/10.
LOUIE/ZERO
This one was yet another conversation at the fairy flotilla-- jeez what did the fairies put in the air??? Anyway, this one gets bonus points for inspiring a make-out sesh. 👀 6/10
RILEY/AMITY
This one was outta this world! Who doesn't love a cheesy pun and slapped together poster? This was quintessential secondary school, and thus, flawless tbqh, as prom is first and foremost a secondary tradition. The added 'naming a star after u' was a nice touch. Cliche! I'd love to have a star named after me one day!! 8/10!
SU/FERB
This took place on Ferb's very own lawn and involved colours and magic and stuff! Tbh, it reminded me a bit of Phineas's promposal to Mei (already mentioned here, but hey, that was p epic). Su perhaps learned a thing or two! 7/10, points deducted for Su randomly running away or something after. (Indigestion? Nerves. Girl, me too!)
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insects are a major major major trigger for me and today i spend a good what, 30? 40? minutes trying to kill one that got inside. all things considered it really could have gone worse, but now im jumpy and twitchy and hallucinating bugs and i just. hate it. winter needs to come faster so they'll all fucking disappear
#nothing makes u feel crazy like hallucinating bugs#ugh#insects tw#emil.txt#negative#not to be a negative nancy but uh. yeah
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you’ll never walk alone - G - 1K
Mateo and Nancy have a chat after the events of 3x12 Negative Space for @911verseficrecs rare pair coda prompt.
Nancy & Mateo, episode 3x12 coda, emotional hurt/comfort, friendship, 126 as family, could be something if you wanted to to be, the 126 is going through it
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There’s a whole list of things she should be doing, but ever since Tommy casually said she was going to help TK with inventory Nancy hasn’t done much. She knows that Tommy disappearing was as much to give Nancy a moment alone with her thoughts as it was to help TK. She could be completing the many tasks that need to be done, but instead she’s sitting on the back of the bus, looking at the piece of jewelry in her hands. The little stamped letters DNR stare back at her. It shouldn’t feel as heavy in her hands as it does.
“Hey.”
Nancy looks up from the bracelet in her hands. Mateo is standing in the doorway from the kitchen, his hand raised in a half wave. She attempts a smile, but she’s not sure if it comes off that way. “Oh, hey.”
“TK’s here?” Mateo says, quietly, pulling his thumb back toward the stockroom. “He looks awful. Not even Cap is in today.”
TK does look awful and Nancy can’t blame him. It’s been a terrible week; her whole heart hurts for TK and Carlos, Marjan is in the hospital and Captain Strand is dealing with the aftermath of a crazy stalker. Still, she gets why TK’s here. It’s the same reason she showed up to work her next shift early after Tim died.
“I think working helps him to…” Nancy shrugs, not wanting to say too much. It’s not anything Mateo doesn't know. “Anyway, Tommy and I’ll keep an eye on him.”
“The rest of us will help,” Mateo promises, solemn and subdued. He crosses the bay and hops up on the back of the bus next to her. He nudges her with his shoulder. “How are you doing? Any news on the lawsuit?”
Nancy frowns, looking back down at the bracelet. “Uh…yeah, she died. Joanne.”
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#911 ls fic#911 lone star fic#nancy gillian#mateo chavez#nancy/mateo#emotional hurt/comfort#friendship#126 as family#911verseficrecs#911verseficrecprompt
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— snippets of juliet on the kpop daebak podcast (ii).
word count: 2.9k
warning(s): mentions of hate comments and self-deprecating thoughts (people were mean to juliet ☹️)
notes: split into two parts bc i didn’t wanna overwhelm anyone ahdjhwjs 💀
set in late november 2020
summary: more snippets of juliet on the kpop daebak podcast with eric nam.
part (i) here!!
juliet’s masterlist | jumbo ask game
ERIC: I don’t know if you’re tired of answering questions like these, but since it’s not super common in K-pop to have co-ed groups, let alone ones with such a...
JULIET: Like... an unbalanced ratio between male and female members?
ERIC: Yeah! So people must be super curious about how your dynamics work. Like, how did you join the group? Or if it’s difficult living with eight boys?
JULIET: Honestly, not really. They’ve all just been incredibly sweet to me since the first day we met, and we all respect one another’s boundaries well. I also get my own room at our dorm, so that makes it even easier to maintain privacy.
ERIC: What do you guys like doing when you have spare time?
JULIET: Not the mafia game.
ERIC: That’s oddly specific and very resolute. Why not?
JULIET: It’s kinda... [laughs] banned from our dorm?
ERIC: [laughs] Why? What happened?
JULIET: The thing is, all nine of us are really competitive. So uh... some of us weren’t sleeping, some of us were about to fight the others, our managers got wind of this and they were like, “You guys are not allowed to play mafia without supervision!” [laughs]
ERIC: What about in the beginning? Like, when you first debuted? What was that like?
JULIET: Ooh, yeah, that’s a good question. I hate to be a Negative Nancy, but I also don’t want to... hide what was going on when I debuted with the boys, because at the end of the day, it’s something that’s happened to me and... contributed to who I am today, y’know?
ERIC: Yeah, yeah. Go ahead, feel free to share whatever you’re comfortable with.
JULIET: Thanks. So... the attention was pretty overwhelming because as I mentioned, I was on MIXNINE, so people who watched it kinda expected me to debut in a girl group. So when they, or just the public in general, found out that I was in the same group as eight boys and we would be living together... things got pretty tough because there were just a lot of accusations thrown around. Like, what I might’ve done to debut with a boy group, or how my relationships with my members are... all that kinda stuff. It really took a toll on me.
ERIC: Right, totally understandable.
JULIET: Like, don’t get me wrong, I understand the shock people probably felt, but seeing all the things said about me that weren’t true... just really sucked. And for a few months there was this feeling of, “Oh, people are right. What am I doing here in this group? Why should I be here when all I’m doing is dragging them down? Would people even like me, or would they just ignore me and pretend I wasn’t a member?” Those kinda things... Of course, things got better with each comeback, and I’m so grateful that our fans... you know... like me [laughs] instead of being like, “Leave the group! You don’t belong here!” Yeah...
ERIC: How did you deal with that?
JULIET: It just takes time, I guess. Like eventually, I learnt to just ignore the harmful comments. But also, a few months after our debut, I—I don’t remember if I was crying—but I was in a video call with my parents, basically just telling them what people were saying about me and how undeserving I felt, and my dad looked me straight in the eye and said to me, “If they don’t know you personally, don’t take it personally.” And since then, I try to tell myself that when I find myself dwelling on that kinda stuff.
ERIC: Your dad’s very wise.
JULIET: That’s where I get it from! [BOTH laugh]
ERIC: Did your members know you were going to be added into the lineup, or was it very last minute?
JULIET: I wouldn’t say it was last minute—
ERIC: Ah, okay.
JULIET: —our CEO asked to see me one day, and he told me he’s been monitoring my performances both in training and on MIXNINE, and said he thought I had potential and that I’d mesh well with the boys, so he asked me if I wanted to be in the group with them.
ERIC: And you said yes.
JULIET: Yes, but—well, at that moment, I told him I needed some time to think, and the first thing I did was go to Hongjoong because I knew they already planned for him to be the leader. And I was just like, “Hey... this just happened and I just wanted to let you know, and maybe ask if the others are okay with me joining before I tell the CEO of my final decision.”
ERIC: What did he say?
JULIET: He said something along the lines of, “Oh, we all know because the company already approached us about this, and we all have no problem with it. So it’s up to you if you want to join the group.”
ERIC: You don’t have to answer this if you don’t want to, but what if they didn’t know about it beforehand, and they were like, “Uh... actually we’re not really on board with this.” Hypothetically, since you said you wanted to make sure everyone was okay with the idea?
JULIET: Yes, definitely. We were friends before the lineup was decided, but of course, it’s one thing being trainees together, and another thing debuting and being in the same group. If they weren’t okay with it, then I would’ve said no and maybe waited until our company debuts a girl group or decides to debut me as a soloist.
ERIC: Oh, you would’ve said no?
JULIET: Yeah... because it wasn’t like I didn’t have a choice. I was given the choice of whether I wanted to join the lineup or not, and if my members weren’t comfortable with it, then I wouldn’t have insisted on doing it anyways if I knew it made them feel that way. So... yeah, if they made it clear that they weren’t on board, I would’ve respected that and told the company that I’ll wait another few years. No questions asked.
ERIC: That’s a very considerate way of thinking. Thank you for sharing that.
JULIET: Aw, it’s okay. But I think that applies to basically everything, honestly. Like, if someone tells you, “Please don’t do this, it makes me uncomfortable.” Then just... don’t do it, y’know? Like, be respectful.
ERIC: Definitely. I’m assuming you get along well with your members?
JULIET: Absolutely! There’s no doubt about it. As I said earlier, they’ve been nothing but kind to me since the very beginning, and at the end of the day we’re really like a family!
ERIC: You mentioned earlier that if you didn’t debut with ATEEZ, you probably would’ve debuted in a girl group or as a soloist. Was any of that confirmed?
JULIET: Uh... not the girl group, because when I was training with my members, I was still the only female trainee there, and there was no telling if any other girls would be joining the company. But... uh, yeah, there were plans for me as a soloist if I chose to not join ATEEZ’s lineup, but that would probably take place a few years later.
ERIC: If you’re given a second chance to pick, would your decision be any different?
JULIET: No, definitely not. Knowing that I now share this strong bond with my members, and that I’ve met so many incredible ATINY from being a member of ATEEZ... I wouldn’t give that up for the world. So if someone came to me and was like, “Hey, you can pick again: soloist or stay with ATEEZ?”... I’d pick ATEEZ in a heartbeat.
ERIC: So we actually have some questions from fans—
JULIET: Let’s hear ‘em.
ERIC: This one’s from Twitter. “What do you do when you feel sad? Do you have any tips for dealing with those feelings?” We’re starting off with the deep questions!
JULIET: Hm... honestly, my tip is... let yourself be sad. I used to beat myself up a lot for being upset, because sometimes it almost felt like I don’t deserve to complain or to be sad, and that usually just sends me down an even deeper downwards spiral.
ERIC: Right.
JULIET: So... it’s okay to not be okay. And it’s okay to take as much time as you need to process and heal from what’s troubling you. I find that it really helped me when I... validated my emotions, especially the negative ones, even if it means I’ll keep being miserable for a certain period of time. Because when I’m finally ready to move on, I’ll know that it’s because I’m genuinely ready, and not because I was forcing myself to accept something I may not be mentally ready to move on from. And that makes the healing process easier because there’s less of that... internal struggle. So... to summarise, take your time, you deserve to heal at your own pace, and I promise the world will wait for you.
ERIC: Wow... that was incredible. I really like that, you know, like the part about validating yourself even if what you’re feeling is negative. And also the last line—“the world will wait for you”. That’s so... uplifting. I think we can all take something from that.
JULIET: I hope so. And to everyone out there, you’re not alone. It can feel like you are sometimes, but you are loved and supported, and I hope you’ll remember that wherever you go.
ERIC: Second question from fans: “What do you struggle with most as an idol?” Guys—these questions are so serious!
JULIET: These questions will probably keep me up tonight because I’ll just be thinking about them nonstop. But to answer the question, probably the constant comparison.
ERIC: Ah, right.
JULIET: It’s not even the kind where people compare me to other people. Like... I kinda got used to that, which sounds kinda sad but I’m trying to not make it a sad thing? [laughs] I struggle more with it internally, like I compare myself a lot to other people, and sometimes it can... get to an unhealthy point really quickly. In this industry, it’s kinda hard to not... compare yourself to other idols, because... well, I don’t want to speak for anyone—
ERIC: Of course.
JULIET: —but from my own experience, it was kinda... ingrained that there will always be someone better, someone more talented than you are who is ready to take your place at any time. And I guess it messes with me a little? Because it will feel like I have this countdown above my head, and it makes me obsessively compare myself to other people when I shouldn’t be doing that and instead focus more on, just like, doing my own thing. So it’s definitely still a learning process for me, to let go of that mindset and achieve a sense of self-acceptance. But like I said in response to the last question, it takes time, and I’m going at my own pace in figuring that out.
ERIC: It all comes full circle.
JULIET: [laughs] Exactly.
ERIC: Last question: “What do you want for yourself? What are your goals as an idol?”
JULIET: Hm, for the group... honestly... I just hope that we can continue doing our thing, you know?
ERIC: Yeah, I get that.
JULIET: Like... I think we have a really good thing going on right now, and I don’t mean that in terms of just commercial success, but I think we’re at a place where we’re trying out different styles of music and just... yeah, doing our own thing. So I just wish all nine of us, as well as our fans, happiness and health as we go down this journey together.
ERIC: What about yourself? Like, individually?
JULIET: Well, also health and happiness, I hope! [laughs] But also, and I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately because I’m an over-thinker like that—
ERIC: Same! I overthink everything!
JULIET: I know! Like, my brain won’t stop going sometimes, and my members have to be like, “Okay, take a step back, deep breaths, let’s go through this together.” But going back to the question, I want to—what’s the word... preserve? Yeah, preserve my morality.
ERIC: Oh, wow. Do you want to elaborate on that?
JULIET: Yeah! Like... it can be easy to lose myself especially in this line of work. Sometimes, I find myself desensitised to certain things, and that’s when I have to just... take a step back and reevaluate myself. So, yeah... I hope that I can always hold myself accountable; not take things for granted; remind myself of my morals and passions, stuff like that. Just... staying true to myself and extending compassion everywhere I go.
ERIC: That was very well put.
JULIET: What can I say? I’m an intellectual. [holds up peace sign; BOTH laugh]
ERIC: I love how you go from, just, this serene, eloquent person to—
JULIET: Chaos? [laughs]
ERIC: Yeah, but I like that! What do the kids say, I love that for you?
JULIET: Yes! Like, “I love that for you, sweetie!” You know, gotta have the best of both worlds. Hannah Montana reference there for the OGs.
ERIC: So, we also have some lightning round questions.
JULIET: Ooh, that’s fun!
ERIC: But before we do that, anything you want to discuss or bring up? It can be anything.
JULIET: Uh, I can’t really think of anything at the moment. Um... oh! We’re going to be on—wait, when is this episode airing?
ERIC: [looks to STAFF] Uh... next week?
JULIET: [gasps] Oh my God, okay, forget I said anything!
ERIC: [laughs] What?! What happened just now, Juliet?
JULIET: I was about to spoil something, but I don’t know when it will be made public, so I’m not gonna get into trouble! You’re not going to catch me slipping, nope! You guys will just have to wait and see! [laughs]
ERIC: [laughs] You looked so terrified for a second.
JULIET: Yeah, this is something I can’t reveal or I’ll get into huge trouble! I almost pulled a Tom Holland.
ERIC: [laughs] Anything else you wanna add?
JULIET: Nope!
ERIC: [laughs] Okay, then let’s get on with the lightning round questions. Favourite food?
JULIET: Tim Tams. My fellow Aussies will relate, I think.
ERIC: I’ve heard they’re really good.
JULIET: Heaven on Earth. I’m not even kidding. Like, for my birthday in June our staff stacked together Tim Tams as my birthday cake.
ERIC: Wow!
JULIET: One of the best things anyone’s ever done for me, I still think about it to this day.
ERIC: Favourite ATEEZ song to perform?
JULIET: Uh... Wave! It’s just a really cute and happy song and I can’t stop smiling during and after each performance.
ERIC: Favourite K-pop group?
JULIET: ATEEZ. [BOTH laugh] Okay, aside from ATEEZ... uh... Stray Kids! Chan, Felix, if you’re watching this, I miss you guys.
ERIC: Singing or dancing?
JULIET: Both!
ERIC: Fair enough! Morning person or night owl?
JULIET: Night owl. It takes... a village to wake me up.
ERIC: [laughs] Favourite movie?
JULIET: The Devil Wears Prada. Ugh, so good!
ERIC: Coffee or tea?
JULIET: Iced coffee!
ERIC: One person you’d love to collab with?
JULIET: Eric Nam.
ERIC: Aw, really?
JULIET: Yeah! Let’s make it happen sometime!
ERIC: On it. Your fans are... blank.
JULIET: Incredible.
ERIC: Aww! And Kpop Daebak is... blank.
JULIET: Also incredible.
ERIC: And... I think that’s all I have for you today! To finish this off, I have one more question for you. Don’t think too much about it, whatever comes to mind first.
JULIET: Okay.
ERIC: Did the chicken or the egg come first?
JULIET: Egg.
ERIC: Gotcha. Well, Juliet, thanks for coming onto this show!
JULIET: Thanks for having me! This was really fun.
ERIC: It’s been a pleasure getting to know you, speak with you. Any message to our listeners all around the world? Anything you wanna say, plug, promote? Go for it.
JULIET: The Devil Wears Prada. [BOTH laugh] In all seriousness, um... ATEEZ is always here for you, and a lot of exciting stuff is coming up, we’re just getting started. Also, thank you to everyone around the world who’s listening for... listening. [laughs] And thank you for being here. I hope you’ll always remember that you bring a lot of good to the world, even if you don’t realise it. The world is not the same without you, and to everyone out there, I see you, I hear you, and I love you. Stay safe, wear a mask, wash your hands, and look out for one another. I’m always wishing you guys the best and... yeah! Take care and again, I love you.
ERIC: That was... wow. [JULIET laughs] Think I almost shed a tear. Yeah... that was beautiful. Thanks again, Juliet, for joining us. If you guys enjoyed this podcast, please subscribe to us on whatever platform you’re listening on, whether it’s Apple, Google, Spotify... If you’re on Apple, please leave us a five-star rating and review. You can see the video of this podcast and our conversations at YouTube.com/divepods and YouTube.com/divestudios! We also have TikToks where we do... weird stuff—
JULIET: Do you do the Renegade there?
ERIC: [laughs] We will make a TikTok where we do the Renegade just for you! We have a Patreon where you guys can support us. So, again, thank you guys for listening, have a great week, stay safe, wash your hands, wear a mask! And we’ll see you next week on Kpop Daebak!
JULIET: Stay safe! Clean everything!
ERIC: Yup!
a/n: i hope some parts of this update can help a bit if you’re going through something, as i wrote those parts based on my own experience with my mental health. when i first heard the words “the world will wait for you”, it was from a friend i met on twitter and i remember just being in shock bc no one had ever phrased it like that to me, and her words have stuck with me ever since. i think it’s just really beautifully worded and conveys so much hope, and i wanted to share that with you guys through this update 💕
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CHICAGO FIRE – A HELL OF A RIDE (S01E24)
Christopher Herrmann: Let me-let me ask you something. What
kind of equipment do you use for your
podcast?
Otis Zvonecek: Oh, the podcast you call ‘dummy-vision’? Now
you’re interested.
Christopher Herrmann: All right, listen. The baby’s due in a couple
of weeks and Cindy, she wants me to set
up a video journal or something. You got
a video camera I can use?
Otis Zvonecek: Herrmann, you got a hi-def camera on your phone.
Why don’t you just take some footage, I’ll edit it
for you?
Christopher Herrmann: Aw, thank you, Otis.
Otis Zvonecek: Yeah. All right.
Gabby Dawson: Ladies’ night specials. You’re kidding me.
Otis Zvonecek: See? I told you she’d be pissed. You know why?
‘Cause it’s sexist.
Christopher Herrmann: Yeah, sexist against men.
Gabby Dawson: It just feels a little desperate.
[traffic]
Christopher Herrmann: Oh, look at the new shop.
Gabby Dawson: Great. Great. Now it’s gonna be construction traffic
that’s gonna clog up the block?
Christopher Herrmann: Hey, easy, negative Nancy. This is gonna
be good for us. You know, it’s probably
gonna be a bunch of new condos, nature
food places. I told you guys, the
neighbourhood, it’s up and coming.
Yup.
cutscene
Joe Cruz: You’re messing with me.
Leslie Shay: No. Women love it. You would not believe how many
nerve endings are…
Joe Cruz: Morning, Lieutenant.
Matt Casey: Don’t stop with the sex advice on my account.
Joe Cruz: How you doing?
Matt Casey: You know. Just taking it day by day.
[jacket zips]
Joe Cruz: Lieutenant.
Matt Casey: I’m fine. Really.
[locker door shuts]
Joe Cruz: If there’s anything I can do.
Matt Casey: Thanks, man.
cutscene
Leslie Shay: Hey. Sorry I’m late.
Gabby Dawson: Leslie Shay. Did you get your blood drawn this
morning?
Leslie Shay: Yeah.
Gabby Dawson: Yeah? Where are you on your cycle?
Leslie Shay: Um, I’m a day late.
I didn’t wanna take a home test ‘cause they’re not
100% so Kelly and I went to the doctor and they’re
gonna call us later on with the results.
Gabby Dawson: Oh my God. I get to throw the baby shower, right?
Leslie Shay: Don’t jinx it. It’s too soon to be talking about that stuff.
You and Mills ignoring each other?
Gabby Dawson: Uh, not completely. I mean, we pass each other in
the halls and say “Good morning, see you later.”
Leslie Shay: You were trying to protect him. It’s crazy if he can’t
forgive you.
Gabby Dawson: Well, you gotta be able to trust the person you’re
with, right? And if you can’t…
Kelly Severide: Mills. Wanted to give you a heads up. Boden got
word. Squad decisions are being made today.
This could be your last shift on truck.
Christopher Herrmann: Hey, Severide. I got something for ya.
Kelly Severide: What the hell is this?
Christopher Herrmann: It’s a pregnancy pillow. Cindy used it up to
the 7th month. It helps with back issues
and whatnot. You give that to Shay when
the time comes and you will be her hero.
Kelly Severide: Okay, thanks.
Christopher Herrmann: All right. Hey. Having a kid is the best thing
you’ll ever do.
Kelly Severide: Yeah, that’s what I hear.
[house alert blares & buzzes]
(Over PA): Squad 3, Truck 81, Engine 51, Ambulance 61, Battalion
25. Structure fire, 3015 South California Avenue.
[sirens blaring]
Matt Casey: Don’t worry, Mills. These kind of calls usually aren’t too
serious.
Peter Mills: What kind of calls?
[sirens wailing]
[horn honking]
Woman 1 (Officer/Warden): Over there. Up against the curb.
Chief Boden: You in charge?
Man 1 (Rick Esposito): Facility director, Rick Esposito.
Chief Boden: Okay, what are we looking at?
Man 1 (Rick Esposito): We got smoke in pod four, a dorm area we
set up for overcrowding.
Chief Boden: Thought you were evacuating.
Man 1 (Rick Esposito): Well, I pulled most of my staff out. But I
think it’s best we don’t move the inmates.
We have vents that’ll draw away the
smoke.
Chief Boden: Are the sprinklers turned on?
Man 1 (Rick Esposito): The inmates were turning ‘em on to cause
trouble. So I had ‘em deactivated.
Chief Boden: Will you turn ‘em back on now please? Right now?
Man 1 (Rick Esposito): Find Roy. Tell him to turn the sprinklers
back on.
Chief Boden: Casey, build a small team together, go inside.
Severide, I want squad standing by for RIT rescue.
Man 1 (Rick Esposito): RIT rescue?
Chief Boden: Rapid Intervention Team.
Matt Casey: All right, Cruz, Herrmann, Mills, leave your irons. Bring
a pry axe, pike pole, two silver bullets, 1 ¾ hose.
[security door buzzes]
[shouting in distance]
[banging on door]
Warden (Lucci): Back up! Come on, follow me.
Inmate 1: What the hell are you looking at?
Matt Casey: Mills. Keep your eyes open and your back to the wall.
Inmate 2: Hey baby.
Matt Casey: Don’t take any lip from anybody, got it?
[banging on glass, inmates yelling]
- title screen -
Mouch: I wanted to thank you for not spilling the beans about my
lady friend in Japan.
Otis Zvonecek: Your steamy online affair’s still going?
Mouch: As a matter of fact, Mari lands at O’Hare tomorrow. We’re
finally gonna meet.
Otis Zvonecek: Mary? That doesn’t sound very Japanese.
Mouch: M-a-r-i.
Otis Zvonecek: Uh huh. Now did Mary ask you to carry anything
back to Japan for her or, you know, make deliveries
of any kind here in the States?
Chief Boden: Right. I understand. I’ll let Herrmann know.
(over radio) Christopher Herrmann, can you read me?
Christopher Herrmann: (into radio) What’s up, Chief?
Chief Boden: (into radio) Cindy just went into labour. Your folks are
bringing her to Lakeshore right now.
Joe Cruz: [chuckles]
Christopher Herrmann: How about that? For once in her life, the
woman’s early.
Chief Boden: (into radio) I’m sending someone in to come get you
right now.
Christopher Herrmann: (into radio) Eh, that’ll take too long. We’re
almost there. I can smell the smoke.
Warden (Lucci): (into radio) Master control, what do you see in pod
four overflow?
Master Control: (over radio) Can’t see anything. Too much smoke.
[muffled shouting]
Matt Casey: Let’s go, let’s go.
[door alarm buzzes]
[inmates shouting]
Warden (Lucci): (into radio) We gotta get into pod four overflow
now!
Master Control: (over radio) Copy that, Lucci. Opening pod.
Warden (Lucci): Get down!
Matt Casey: Mills. Locate a standpipe.
Peter Mills: Yeah.
Matt Casey: What happened to the exhaust?
Warden (Lucci): I don’t know.
Get down on the floor!
[pod door buzzes]
Warden (Lucci): All right, get down. Back up! Get low! Let these
guys work! On the floor!
Stay low!
[inmates coughing]
[extinguisher spraying]
Matt Casey: We’ve gotta get these guys out of here.
Warden (Lucci): I gotta clear that through master control.
Matt Casey: Then clear it.
Christopher Herrmann: Back off.
Joe Cruz: Lieutenant! This guy’s hurt!
[inmates coughing, shouting]
Inmate 3: [groans]
Christopher Herrmann: I said back off!
Matt Casey: We’ve gotta get this guy out. We ain’t waiting for
permission.
Christopher Herrmann: Okay, who started the fire?
Warden (Lucci): (into radio) It’s Lucci again. We’re coming out with
an injured guy.
Matt Casey: Cruz, clear off that vent.
Joe Cruz: Got it. Herrmann!
[pod door buzzes]
Warden (Lucci): [coughs]
Inmate 3: [groans]
Matt Casey: He’s all yours, candidate.
Peter Mills: Hey, I need your help, man. We’ve gotta put pressure
on these wounds. Hey, I need your help, man! Put
pressure on these. Come on.
[pod door closes]
Peter Mills: Stay down, stay down. All right?
(into radio) Chief, we got a victim here with multiple stab
wounds.
Chief Boden: (into radio) Mills, can you transport the victim out?
Peter Mills: (into radio) Uh, no, negative, Chief. Bleeding too heavy.
Chief Boden: (into radio) Hang tight, Mills.
(over radio) Shay and Dawson are on their way to you.
Gabby Dawson: I’ll grab the bag, you grab the chair.
Leslie Shay: Okay.
Inmate 3: [groans]
Peter Mills: All right, stay down, buddy. Keep holding.
Inmate 4: [grunts]
Christopher Herrmann: Hey! What’s wrong with you, huh? You
wanna die? Knock it off!
Matt Casey: Where the hell’s Lucci?
Peter Mills: Now we’re gonna get you to a hospital, okay? Hang in
there.
Hey, what’s your name, what’s your name?
Inmate 3: Bite me.
Warden (Lucci): His name’s Randall.
[scattered coughing]
[extinguisher spraying]
Matt Casey: Get those flame out.
Christopher Herrmann: I’m out!
Joe Cruz: Yeah, they’re through.
Matt Casey: Stay back!
Christopher Herrmann: Back off!
Officer (Fojas): Lucci, where you at?
Warden (Lucci): Up here.
Gabby Dawson: Hey there, you got a name?
Inmate 3 (Randall): Hey. It’s Randall. What’s yours, sweetheart?
Warden (Lucci): Yeah, now you change your tune, right?
Inmate 3 (Randall): Unh.
Gabby Dawson: Ah, okay.
Leslie Shay: Okay, we got stab wounds to the thorax, left flank, left
and right abdomen.
Gabby Dawson: All right, get me gauze. Lots.
Leslie Shay: Yep.
Peter Mills: All right, I gotta get back in there to my Lieutenant,
man.
Warden (Lucci): Fojas, you got this?
Officer (Fojas): Yeah.
Warden (Lucci): (into radio) Open up pod four.
Master Control: (over radio) Give us a few seconds, Lucci. Standby.
Gabby Dawson: All right, this is gonna hurt.
Inmate 3 (Randall): [chuckles] What’s gonna hurt, baby?
Gabby Dawson: You don’t feel this?
Inmate 3 (Randall): [grunts]
Gabby Dawson: How’s your back feel, Randall? Did you take a fall
during that scuffle?
Forget the stair chair. He’s not going anywhere
without a backboard.
Leslie Shay: Okay. I gotta get out.
Officer (Fojas): I can’t leave her alone with him.
[door alarm buzzes]
[inmates shouting]
Leslie Shay: Mills, stick with Dawson.
Let’s go.
Peter Mills: Watch out. All right [heavy breathing]
cutscene
[scattered coughing]
[electricity crackling]
Matt Casey: Okay, we’re done. Let’s go.
Christopher Herrmann: Amen to that.
[multiple alarms buzzing]
Gabby Dawson: [heavy breathing]
Warden (Lucci): Oh, this ain’t good.
[coughs] (into radio) Hey, guys, what’s going on
with the power here? We’d really like to get out
of here now.
Master Control: (over radio) We have no way to open that door. I
advise you to let yourself into the pod and wait
for a power reset.
Warden (Lucci): This way.
Christopher Herrmann: Deeper into this hellhole?
[scattered coughing]
cutscene
Leslie Shay: Okay, let’s go.
Officer (Fojas): All right, it’s gonna be a minute.
Chief Boden: We got a power outage, Shay. Standby.
Leslie Shay: Mills and Dawson are alone in there, Chief. We gotta
get back inside.
Man 1 (Rick Esposito): You can’t. The perimeter doors fail-safe to
a lock position.
Chief Boden: Don’t you have a backup generator?
Man 1 (Rick Esposito): It’s not a problem with the grid. The system
just shut itself down. It’ll reset soon. Hold
tight.
Chief Boden: Get me the blueprints to this prison. We need to find a
way out for my guys.
cutscene
Gabby Dawson: Okay. This is creepy as hell.
cutscene
Man 1 (Rick Esposito): All right, Lucci can move about within the
pod, but every point of exit is remotely
operated which requires power.
Chief Boden: Is anyone trying to get the power back?
Man 1 (Rick Esposito): Well, Roy, my facilities guy, he went down to
the basement to deal with the sprinklers
and now he’s trapped. We’re trying to reach
our other guy, but he’s off site today.
Chief Boden: Do you have an emergency plan to get my firefighters
out of there?
Man 1 (Rick Esposito): My emergency response team’s ready to
go. But until the power’s back up…
[cell phone rings]
[cell phone beeps]
Leslie Shay: Hello.
cutscene
[scattered coughing]
Christopher Herrmann: Lovely clientele you have here.
Warden (Lucci): Yeah, smoke up the place just to conceal the
shivving.
Matt Casey: They did it by tampering with an outlet. Must be what
overloaded the system.
Warden (Lucci): Don’t worry, it’ll reset itself.
Any minute now.
Peter Mills: (into radio) Hey, Chief, this is Mills. Any idea how much
longer it’s gonna be? Our victim is bleeding out in here.
Chief Boden: (into radio) Just do what you can for him, Mills. We’ll
get you out as soon as we possibly can.
We are not waiting anymore.
Man 1 (Rick Esposito): Do what you gotta do, Chief.
Chief Boden: Get ‘em out, Lieutenant.
Kelly Severide: Yep.
Is that the doctor?
Leslie Shay: Yeah. It didn’t take.
Kelly Severide: Damn.
[sighs & stutters]
cutscene
Peter Mills: It’s official. We’re trapped until further notice.
Inmate 3 (Randall): Nice.
Peter Mills: Hey, hey! Easy, player.
Gabby Dawson: Hey.
Peter Mills: You want me to finish what those guys started?
Inmate 3 (Randall): [ragged breathing]
Gabby Dawson: Hey, Randall? Randall, you with me? Hey.
Inmate 3 (Randall): [chokes & ragged breathing]
Gabby Dawson: That sound…Yeah, that’s stridor. He’s got a
hematoma pressing on his trachea. We need to
intubate.
Peter Mills: All right.
[grunts]
Inmate 3 (Randall): [groans]
Gabby Dawson: Come on! No, he’s fighting me. Um… we gotta do
a nasotracheal intubation. Um, get me a-a-a size
seven ET tube.
Peter Mills: Have you done this before?
Gabby Dawson: In the OR room in training.
Okay, hold his head back for me. Do not let him
move and keep that flashlight on his face.
[panting] Come on.
[frustrated grunt]
cutscene
Kelly Severide: Boy, they don’t make this easy, do they?
Officer (Fojas): That’s kind of the idea.
Kelly Severide: Well, bolt’s pretty hard to get to. I’m gonna take the
hinges instead.
Harold Capp: Shield.
[motor sputters]
cutscene
Christopher Herrmann: (into radio) Hey, Chief, you got any updates
on Cindy?
Chief Boden: Shay.
(into radio) Shay’s gonna call the hospital right now.
Hang on in there, Herrmann.
Christopher Herrmann: (over radio) Thanks, Chief.
Leslie Shay: Hello, can I get an update on Cindy Herrmann up in
maternity? [sniffs]
[door squeaks]
Warden (Lucci): You guys, close that door.
[scattered coughing]
Warden (Lucci): Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa, what the hell is
this?
Matt Casey: We’ll check upstairs.
Warden (Lucci): Come on, move back.
What are you guys doing out here?
Inmate 5 (Rios): We were getting smoked out. Corbett opened the
cells.
Warden (Lucci): So where’s Corbett? He just opened up your cells
and left?
(into radio) Hey, Corbett, where are you, buddy?
Got a little bit of explaining to do.
Matt Casey: There’s smoke here too.
(into radio) Chief, we got a second fire smouldering
somewhere in the HVAC system. Probably an electrical
fire caused by the inmates tampering with the outlet.
Chief Boden: (into radio) Copy that, 81. See if you can locate that
fire.
(over radio) Severide, you making any progress?
Kelly Severide: (into radio) Hey, Chief, just finishing the first door
now, but we’re going through a lot of blades.
Security studs? You watched me cut through all
these hinges and you didn’t tell me that they got
security studs?
Officer (Fojas): I didn’t build the place.
Kelly Severide: Eh, Capp, prep the torch. We gotta cut through this
bolt after all.
Harold Capp: All right. You got it.
cutscene
Gabby Dawson: [grunts]
Peter Mills: Is it in?
Gabby Dawson: Uh, I think so. Attach the ambu bag. Give me a few
breaths.
Peter Mills: Okay.
Gabby Dawson: [sighs] Ugh. I d… I can’t…I-I don’t know. I can’t tell
if it’s in the trachea or not. I hear breathing sounds
everywhere. I gotta get in there to see.
[clinking sounds]
Gabby Dawson: Yeah, the… that may work. Hold that steady.
Peter Mills: Uh huh.
Gabby Dawson: Okay, uh, hand me that stylet.
If the tube’s in the right place we’ll see the light
shining through his skin.
[heavy breathing]
Peter Mills: Oh, Gabby, Gabby, it’s in.
Gabby Dawson: [exhales & laughs] Oh my God [laughs]
[Dawson & Mills laugh]
cutscene
Matt Casey: (into radio) Chief, if the fire’s electrical, it might be
keeping the power from resetting.
(over radio) We should try shutting down the cell block
circuit.
Chief Boden: (into radio) Got it. Keep looking for that fire. It gets out
of control, we will not be able to evacuate.
Christopher Herrmann: (into radio) Hey, Chief, any news about
Cindy?
Chief Boden: (into radio) Standby, Herrmann.
Leslie Shay: The baby’s in distress. They have to do an emergency
c-section.
Chief Boden: (into radio) No news yet, Christopher.
Esposito. Where’s your substation?
Man 1 (Rick Esposito): ComEd should have someone over here in
about 40 minutes. But if you wanna give it
a shot, the substation and switch gearbox
are on the East side.
Chief Boden: Go.
cutscene
Matt Casey: Don’t worry, Herrmann. We’ll get outta here.
Hey, Lucci, is this some kind of maintenance access?
Warden (Lucci): Yeah.
Matt Casey: Thanks.
Whoa.
Christopher Herrmann: This guy’s cold.
Matt Casey: (into radio) Chief, we got a real bad situation here.
(over radio) We got an officer down. Looks like his
throat’s been cut. He’s dead. Bled out.
Warden (Lucci): Corbett.
Where are his keys?
Hey! Hey! They got his keys!
Hey!
cutscene
[door slams open]
Mouch: Holy cow. What happened to the old-fashioned fuse box?
Otis Zvonecek: You remember the power outage at the Super
Bowl? We’re the guys everyone’s waiting on to
fix it.
Mouch: Great. No pressure.
cutscene
Warden (Lucci): Hey! Who did it? Huh? Which one of you
scumbags did it?
On the floor!
Inmate 6: [grunts]
Warden (Lucci): On the floor now!
Inmate 6: [groans]
Warden (Lucci): Get down! On the floor now!
Everybody, let’s go!
cutscene
[sparks]
Kelly Severide: Got it?
Harold Capp: I got it.
Kelly Severide: [grunts]
(into radio) Hey, Chief, we’re through the first door.
Maybe we should turn back and start cutting our
way to Casey.
Chief Boden: (into radio) Negative, that would take too long. You
keep going.
(over radio) Find Mills and Dawson.
Kelly Severide: [grunts] Capp.
[sparks]
cutscene
Gabby Dawson: This whole thing with Boden and your mom…
I messed up. But I had good intentions.
Peter Mills: I-I appreciate that.
Gabby Dawson: So maybe we… we put it past us and start over?
Day one? Clean slate right here?
Peter Mills: You want a clean slate? You just tell me honestly that
you don’t have feelings for Casey. All right, you tell me
that and this right here becomes day one.
[metal banging]
[knock on door]
Kelly Severide: Dawson, Mills, you in there?
It’s Mills.
[sparks]
cutscene
Warden (Lucci): You. Acevedo, you did it?
Inmate 7 (Acevedo): No. No.
Warden (Lucci): Then tell me who did or you’re going down. You’re
all going down for this.
Matt Casey: Everybody just take it easy.
Inmate 7 (Acevedo): [groans]
Warden (Lucci): On the floor!
Christopher Herrmann: Whoa! Whoa! Hey!
Inmate 5 (Rios): Nobody move. Nobody move.
Back off. You understand me?
Warden (Lucci): You’re going down, Rios. Hard!
Matt Casey: Everybody just take it easy.
Warden (Lucci): You think you’re gonna get away with this ‘cause
the cameras are down? No way.
Inmate 5 (Rios): Back off! And you get us out of this smoke.
Matt Casey: Hey. Here’s what we do. Is there some place we can
move these guys?
Warden (Lucci): You wanna move these lowlifes?
Matt Casey: Yes. Let’s get out of the smoke. Get ‘em some place
they can calm down.
Lucci.
Warden (Lucci): Okay. We, uh…[heavy breathing]
We can move ‘em to the chapel.
Matt Casey: All right.
Everybody, just take it easy.
Christopher Herrmann: All right.
Matt Casey: (over radio) Chief, we’re heading to the chapel. One of
the inmates has a knife to Herrmann’s throat.
Chief Boden: You tell them that we have a hostage situation and
they have got one of my man.
Man 1 (Rick Esposito): The guy’s still a half-hour away.
Chief Boden: We don’t have half an hour! I mean, there’s gotta be
someone at ComEd who can talk us through this
procedure.
Man 1 (Rick Esposito): They’re not familiar with our setup.
cutscene
[sparks]
Gabby Dawson: He’s barely hanging on.
Kelly Severide: (into radio) Chief, victim’s on his way out to you.
Chief Boden: (into radio) Thank you, Severide. Now you get to the
basement and the quicker the better. ‘Cause
apparently this facilities guy is the only one who
can get the power back up.
cutscene
[inmates shouting]
Matt Casey: Okay?
The smoke’s not so bad in here. Let’s talk now.
Now, let my man go.
Inmate 5 (Rios): Uh uh.
Christopher Herrmann: [grunts]
Matt Casey: [sighs] Rios. My guy there, he’s got a baby on the way.
Inmate 5 (Rios): [laughs]
Matt Casey: He’s got four more kids at home. Let him go.
Inmate 5 (Rios): Come on.
Matt Casey: Fine. You want a hostage? I’ll be your hostage.
Christopher Herrmann: Casey, don’t.
Matt Casey: But you let my man go.
Christopher Herrmann: Don’t.
Inmate 5 (Rios): Shh shh. I-I don’t want you.
Matt Casey: Then what do you want? Huh?
Inmate 5 (Rios): I want him.
Huh? Huh?
I’m going down, I might as well finish what I
started, huh.
Matt Casey: I am not handing someone over so you can kill them.
Inmate 5 (Rios): Then you ain’t getting your man back.
Christopher Herrmann: Unh! [grunts]
Inmate 5 (Rios): What? Huh? Huh?
Hey, yo, Mr. Fireman, you wanna trade or what?
Huh?
Matt Casey: How do you reason with these guys?
Warden (Lucci): Reason with them? They’re animals. They just
don’t like their zookeeper.
cutscene
Man 1 (Rick Esposito): Do not leave his side, Fojas.
Gabby Dawson: [grunts]
Peter Mills: Gabby…
Gabby Dawson: I can’t tell you what you need to hear. It wouldn’t
be the truth. I’m sorry.
[ambo door slams shut]
[siren blares]
cutscene
[footsteps]
Kelly Severide: Hello?
Roy? Anybody down here?
[banging on door]
Man 2 (Roy): Over here!
Down here. I’m trapped! Help!
Kelly Severide: (into radio) Hey, Chief, we found Facilities Roy.
Chief Boden: (over radio) Good news.
(into radio) Get his ass out here.
Harold Capp: We’re out of cutting rods.
Kelly Severide: [sighs] Damn it.
Hey, can you talk someone through resetting the
electrical system?
Man 2 (Roy): It’s against union rules.
Kelly Severide: There’s a firefighter being held hostage. I think
they’ll give you a pass.
Man 2 (Roy): Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Kelly Severide: (over radio) Chief, he’s gonna relay instructions.
Chief Boden: (into radio) Mouch, Otis, you listening?
Otis Zvonecek: (into radio) Yeah, we’re ready.
Man 2 (Roy): Uh, first, uh, look at the indicator panel on the switch
gear. Make sure that it’s green. That means it’s ready
for operation.
Kelly Severide: (into radio) Okay, look at the… the indicator on the
switch gear panel…
Man 2 (Roy): [talks simultaneously with Severide) The indicator on
the switch gear panel.
Kelly Severide: (into radio) And make sure that it’s green. And then
it’s ready for operation.
Otis Zvonecek: Looking for an indicator. You see a green indicator?
Is that it? Where is it?
Mouch: Right here, right here.
[grunts]
Otis Zvonecek: (into radio) Okay, got it. Go ahead.
cutscene
Doctor: Got the report. Is the airway secure?
Gabby Dawson: Think so. Stats are 100%.
Doctor: Nasotracheal intubation. Get him to room one.
Leslie Shay: Excuse me, I need the status of a patient up in
maternity. Cindy Herrmann.
cutscene
Kelly Severide: (into radio) Casey, the power reset’s gonna take a
minute, but Otis and Mouch have their instructions.
Matt Casey: (into radio) Thanks.
(into radio) Hey Severide, if you’re still in the basement,
see if you can locate the supply duct for pod four.
Kelly Severide: (into radio) You got it.
Inmate 5 (Rios): Yo. What are you talking to them about, huh? Huh?
Matt Casey: We still have a fire burning in the vent system
somewhere. I’m trying to put it out before the smoke
kills all of us. What do you think?
Chief Boden: (into radio) Casey, can Herrmann hear me?
Christopher Herrmann: [whimpers]
Matt Casey: (into radio) Yeah, what’s up, Chief?
Chief Boden: Go ahead, Shay.
Leslie Shay: (into radio) Christopher, they performed an emergency
c-section on Cindy.
(over radio) It’s a baby boy. There were some
complications. The baby’s in ICU.
Inmate 5 (Rios): Back off. I don’t care about no damn baby. Hm.
Christopher Herrmann: (into radio) Are they okay? Is everyone
okay?
Leslie Shay: (over radio) I’m trying to get more details.
Inmate 5 (Rios): Back off…
[inmates shouting & fighting]
Inmates: Try to get Lucci!
Get Lucci!
Matt Casey: Hold ‘em off!
[chairs toppling]
Warden (Lucci): Come on, in here.
Inmates: Get Lucci! Get Lucci! Get Lucci!
Inmate 5 (Rios): You’re dead, Lucci. You ain’t coming out of here
alive.
[grunting & groaning]
Matt Casey: (into radio) Severide, did you find the supply duct?
Kelly Severide: (into radio) Yeah, big problem, Casey. We got the
fire. We’re putting it out now.
Matt Casey: (into radio) No, not yet. We need the smoke. There
should be a smoke damper. It should have closed
when fire alarms went off.
Inmate 5 (Rios): You hear me, Lucci? I’m gonna kill you.
Firefighters: Push!
Kelly Severide: Smoke damper!
Harold Capp: Severide, right there.
Kelly Severide: (into radio) Got it!
Matt Casey: (into radio) Okay, break the linkage on the damper and
open it manually. Hurry. Otis, Mouch, get that power
up. We need the fan to start blowing.
Kelly Severide: (into radio) Damper’s open.
Matt Casey: (into radio) Otis, Mouch, where’s the power?
Mouch: (into radio) Uh, it’s coming up. Mo-momentarily.
[generator whirring]
[fan buzzes]
Kelly Severide: (into radio) All right, the fans are blowing, Casey.
Chief Boden: Power’s back up. Get my men out.
Man 1 (Rick Esposito): Go.
[inmates coughing]
Matt Casey: Rios. Rios! Let me and my firefighters go. You can have
Lucci. We’re not dying for him. Just let us go.
Inmate 5 (Rios): Deal.
Come on out, Lucci.
[coughs]
Warden (Lucci): Thank you.
Chief Boden: Herrmann, it’s the hospital.
Christopher Herrmann: Yeah, this is Christopher Herrmann. What’s
happening with them?
Huh? [panting]
Okay. Okay, yeah.
No, I-I’m-I���m on my way. I’ll be-I’ll be right
there.
They said the baby’s not getting enough
oxygen.
Chief Boden: Get him out of here.
[car doors shut]
[siren blaring]
cutscene
Christopher Herrmann: My wife, Cindy Herrmann and my baby
boy?
Nurse: 310. But sir…
Christopher Herrmann: [out of breath]
Cindy Herrmann: Christopher.
Christopher Herrmann: Cindy. What… what happened, honey?
[baby fussing]
Christopher Herrmann: [sigh of relief] Oh.
Cindy Herrmann: Say hello to your son.
Christopher Herrmann: Oh, man.
[both chuckling]
Christopher Herrmann: Come here.
Hey. Ah!
[both laughing]
Christopher Herrmann: [awws at baby]
Look at him [chuckles]
Cindy Herrmann: He’s beautiful.
[baby coos]
[kissing sound]
Cindy Herrmann: [giggles]
Christopher Herrmann: We got a real good one here, huh? [laughs]
Yeah.
[kissing sounds]
Christopher Herrmann: Hey, pops.
Nurses: Oh! Isn’t he cute?
Christopher Herrmann: Hey.
Chief Boden: Oh my God! There’s my boy.
[laughter]
Christopher Herrmann: Thank you.
Mouch: Oh my God.
Christopher Herrmann: What do you think, Chief? [chuckles]
Chief Boden: Fantastic.
[cell phone ringing]
Chief Boden: Boden.
Kelly Severide: It’s a little Herrmann.
Leslie Shay: It’s a little Herrmann. Herrmann, this kid’s the cutest
thing I’ve ever seen.
Christopher Herrmann: Yeah? You’re gonna make that W.C Fields
face?
Gabby Dawson: [chuckles] Who’s that?
[laughter]
Chief Boden: Hey, Mills. Can I talk to you?
Just had a call from the higher ups. Unfortunately,
you did not make Squad this time around. These
things are political. A few names float to the top of
the list. This is not a reflection on you or your hard
work. I have seen men brood, lose focus when they
didn’t make it into Squad. I’m hoping that you can
rise above all that. You keep working hard, you
keep up with the latest training methods, and I am
sure your chance gonna come back around.
Peter Mills: That’s good to hear. So, anything else?
Chief Boden: No. That’s all.
You got something you wanna say?
Peter Mills: No.
Christopher Herrmann: See you in a bit, guys. Hang on. Gonna
take him back to the room, all right?
Joe Cruz: Congrats, brother.
Christopher Herrmann: Oh, hey, hey, hey, you guys? Cindy wants
to see you for a minute, okay?
[kids laughing & playing]
Cindy Herrmann: Hey.
Leslie Shay: Hey, there.
Cindy Herrmann: Hey. Come here, you guys.
Leslie Shay: Mwah.
Kelly Severide: Congrats.
Cindy Herrmann: Thank you.
Christopher Herrmann: Knock it off.
So, Cindy and I wanted you to know, if
you’re… well… We were hoping that…
Cindy Herrmann: We want you to be Kenny’s godparents.
Christopher Herrmann: You don’t have to answer right now.
Kelly Severide: I’m…
Leslie Shay: Ah! I’d be honoured!
Kelly Severide: Yeah. Hell yeah, man. Me too.
Leslie Shay: Thank you.
[Shay & Severide laughing]
[all laughing]
Christopher Herrmann: Yeah.
Thank you.
Leslie Shay: Thank you.
Cindy Herrmann: Of course.
Thank you.
Yeah.
cutscene
Christopher Herrmann: What the hell?
Cindy Herrmann: Is your finger blocking that circle on top? ‘Cause
that’s the camera, honey.
Christopher Herrmann: Cindy, I know that.
Oh. Oops.
Your ma’s kind of a control freak.
Cindy Herrmann: Christopher.
Christopher Herrmann: [laughs] All right. But you’ll learn quick.
We do whatever the lady says, so she
wants me to impart some wisdom to you
to start you off right, so here we go. Day
one, Little Kenny James Herrmann.
cutscene
[construction sounds]
Christopher Herrmann: (voice in background) It was kind of a
rough one. At least until you came
along.
Otis Zvonecek: You’ve gotta be kidding me [sighs]
cutscene
Christopher Herrmann: (voice in background) Bunch of us took
some knocks today, but that’s the way
it goes sometimes. Might as well hear
it now.
Peter Mills: I’d like an application please.
cutscene
Christopher Herrmann: You came along and you made a lot of
people really happy. Not just your old
man.
cutscene
Mouch: [sighs]
[car door shuts]
Mouch: Konnichiwa.
cutscene
Christopher Herrmann: You’re a lucky guy. You were born into a
really big family. A lot of people gonna
have your back no matter what.
cutscene
[knocking]
Gabby Dawson: Casey?
Casey.
Matt Casey: Nothing… nothing makes sense.
[sobs]
Gabby Dawson: I know.
cutscene
[kissing sound]
Christopher Herrmann: Like I said, it’s not gonna be all sunshine
and roses. But I can promise it’s gonna
be a hell of a ride.
cutscene
Kelly Severide: You okay?
Leslie Shay: Mmhmm.
Kelly Severide: Sure?
Leslie Shay: Yeah.
Kelly Severide: Renee?
Renee Royce: Hi.
Kelly Severide: I [chuckles] I didn’t… I didn’t know that you’d be in
town.
Renee Royce: Well, I just wanted to tell you in person.
[sighs]
- end -
Definitions:
RIT rescue = Rapid Intervention Team (RIT) – team of two or more firefighters dedicated solely to the search and rescue of other firefighters in distress
Pry axe = Lightweight, multi-purpose, ‘Slam & Ram’ tool designed to pry, enlarged openings, cut sheet metal and twist off locks and latches
Pike pole = The pike pole is the “hook” in a truck company. They have remained the preferred tool to tear through sheetrock and ceilings to find hot spots and hidden fires
Silver bullets = Underutilised tool for small fires in the incipient stage. If during an investigation, a firefighter come upon small flames or hot spot, the silver bullet may just stop the fire from growing until a line is stretched, if even needed
Standpipe = A standpipe is a type of rigid water piping which is built into multi-storey buildings in a vertical position or bridges in a horizontal position to which fire hoses can be connected, allowing manual application of water to the fire
Shivving = A small, usually improvised pointed or bladed weapon
Stridor = Noisy or high-pitched sound with breathing
Hematoma = Localised bleeding outside of blood vessels, due to either disease or trauma including injury or surgery and may involve blood continuing to seep from broken capillaries
Nasotracheal intubation = Involves passing an endotracheal tube through the naris (the nostrils) into the nasopharynx and the trachea. Most commonly performed after induction of general anesthesia in the operating room. May be performed in patients undergoing maxillofacial surgery or dental procedures or when orotracheal intubation is not feasible (e.g. in patients with limited mouth opening)
ET tube = Endotracheal tube (ET tube) is a flexible plastic tube that is placed through the mouth into the trachea (windpipe) to help a patient breathe
HVAC = Heating, ventilation and air conditioning
Stylet = Refers to rigid or malleable rod or wires used to adjust the curve of an endotracheal tube in order to make insertion easier. The use of a lighted stylet is to guide blind endotracheal intubation, which relies on the principal of trans illumination. The presence of a well-defined glow in the neck indicates tracheal placement. Oesophageal placement is indicated by the absence of a glow in the neck
Konnichiwa = Hello (in Japanese)
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Truth or Dare
@fabledbitch "Can you do truth or dare with the fabulous steve Harrington?"
A/N: Eeeeeh! Yes. I hope this is fluffy enough! I’m a little tired, but I think this turned out alright :)
Steve Harrington x Reader
Warnings: Swearing?
It was a typical Friday night with your best friend Steve. All the kids were over for the both of you to watch them while their parents had some alone time, and after watching Ghostbusters for the umpteenth time, you were all sitting around the table picking at the last of the pizza and chips.
You and Steve had been friends for a long time. You both went through puberty together, him ending up even more handsome than you could have possibly imagined once he’d grown into the lion mane he called hair. You watched as he turned into a giant dick in high school when he realized that girls liked him… no, they were attracted to him was more like it. He fell into a group with Tommy and Carol and became the King of Hawkins.
Even through all of this, he still kept in touch and was always inviting you to the parties he went to. You would go to one every once in a while, watch Steve make an ass of himself, drink a bit of the spiked punch, then go home.
Everything changed in the last year though. He stopped hanging around Tommy and Carol as much, then Nancy broke up with him, and his new squad was a bunch preteens who practically worshipped the ground he walked on, as he did them.
All of this together brought back the pre-douche Steve, but it also brought out new, amazing things about him as well. Like the fact that he was much more responsible than he had been. He was basically a mom the way he loved those kids. And he was happy. You weren’t sure you had ever seen Steve truly happy.
“Hey! I know what we should do!” Dustin shouted over everyone talking. “We have to play Truth or Dare! Okay, let’s all sit in the living room in a circle!” He ran off and found a spot in an armchair, and everyone followed suit, even though there were some groans of dissent from Max and Lucas. You sat down on one side of the love seat, and Steve sat down next to you, much closer than he technically needed to be, not that you minded.
“Okay, uh, Mike, Truth or Dare?” Dustin asked.
“Uh, truth.”
“Okay, okay uh, have you shit your pants since you were a kid?”
Mike rolled his eyes at Dustin, “no I have not, and if you want to fact check me, Nancy is at the Byers house.”
“Okay, we believe you. Your turn!” Dustin stated.
“Alright, y/n Truth or Dare?” he asked you
“I am going to have to go with Dare. What do you have for me Mikey?”
“Okay, okay let’s see… uh… I dare you to compose a poem about something we decide on.”
“I can do that! What is my subject?” you looked around wiggling your eyebrows at everyone.
Dustin shouted out “STEVE’S HAIR!”
Everyone laughed and agreed, and Steve got out a piece of paper and a pencil for you.
“Hmm… let’s see.” You looked up from your paper and examined Steve’s hair as he posed so that you could get a better look at his luscious locks.
“Alrighty guys, wait till you hear this masterpiece!” you said grinning widely after a few minutes.
“Ahem” you cleared your throat before beginning
“Steve’s hair is big,
It’s been that way since he was a little kid.
It used to just be weird and fluffy,
But now that he’s grown he looks all scruffy.
Steve’s hair is HUGE,
yet he does not look like a Stooge.
It’s shiny and luscious,
And he makes all of the girls blush…es.”
Everyone started clapping and you took a bow, thanking them for their praise.
“Okay, who should the next victim be… uhh, Will the Wise! Truth or Dare?”
Will looked around the room for a minute before responding definitively, “Dare.”
Everyone oooh-d surprised that Will didn’t pick truth.
“Okay, I can work with that… uh Will,” you said eyeing him mischievously, trying to make him nervous. “I dare you to do the worm.”
Will smiled, silently relieved that you didn’t dare him to do anything too wild.
“Okay, let’s see.” Will stood up and straightened out his t-shirt before laying down on the ground.
To everyone’s surprise, Will started doing the worm with perfect form.
“WHAAAT!” everyone screamed as Will stood up and took a few bows, blushing slightly before he sat down. As soon as he did, Dustin was next to him and whispering furiously in his ear. At first, Will shook his head and said no until Dustin explained something else and Will reluctantly agreed.
“Okay, Steve, Truth or Dare?”
Steve sat up in his seat and eyed Dustin warily. “I choose… ah man… let’s just go with Dare,” he said nodding eyeing everyone around.
“Steve,” Will said, clearing his throat slightly, “I dare you to tell us who you like.” Will blushed slightly, and you could all tell that Dustin put him up to this.
I will be having words with that boy Steve thought to himself.
“Okay. Fine. That’s not really how dares work, but whatever.” Steve tried to play it cool when he was suddenly very aware of the closeness between the two of you on the small loveseat. Steve cleared his throat slightly, a few times before answering, “I like y/n.” He said, turning to glance at you before staring at his hands, a blush growing on his cheeks.
When you heard your name come out of Steve’s mouth, you practically spit out the water you had been drinking. With wide, shocked eyes you looked over at Steve, then at the kids who you now noticed were slowly starting to retreat.
“Uh, oh look it’s getting late, uh we are just all gone bike home together, this was fun, okaybye!” Dustin called as they all backed out of the doorway.
“Jeeze, I am gonna kill that kid.” Steve breathed out, chuckling to himself. Of course, they planned something like this. The kids must have figured out that he liked you… It was probably pretty obvious.
By now, the silence was killing you, and even though he had just professed that he liked you, you were beyond nervous.
You cleared your throat and turned to the very awkward-looking boy next to you. “Uh, Steve?” you said with a small voice. He turned to you quickly, looking to see if there was a positive or negative look to you. “I uh, I actually like you too…” you trailed off, looking anywhere except him.
“You do?” Steve inquired, his pitch rising just slightly.
“Yeah, I do.” Steve reached over and gave your hand a squeeze. Instead of letting go like what would normally happen, Steve kept his hand on yours, slowly turning it to interlace your fingers with his. You could feel a blush creeping onto your face.
“Ya know, you look really cute when you’re nervous,” Steve said smiling, feeling much more confident now that you had reaffirmed what you had just barely told him.
“Oh well thanks.” you scoffed, your gaze occupied with your interwoven hands.
“Actually,” Steve whispered, inching closer to you, “you are, and have always been so beautiful.”
“So are you.”
Once you realized what you had said you laughed nervously and was about to apologize when Steve was tucking your hair behind your ear, stroking your cheek gently with his thumb.
“Y/N listen, what I wouldn’t give to kiss you right now, but I know you, and I know you like to take your time with things, so whenever you’re ready, just let me know?”
You nodded, amazed at how observant Steve had been, even though you two hadn’t been as close as you used to be.
You both sat there for a moment, soaking in the shift that had occurred in your friendship, when you suddenly turned to Steve, “Steve Harrington, I want you to kiss me.”
That was all it took for Steve to lean in and gently press his lips to yours.
Truth or Dare may be your new favorite game.
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