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weeswine · 1 year

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Stuff I have noticed watching ST season 4 for the 5th or something time:

(Or just my rekindling of opinions and feelings)

Lucas wasn't a back stabber, he sent Jason and the crew to El and Hops old cabin (me too busy just focusing on Lucas (he is babygirl✨️))

Eddie isn't present for like 2 episodes and that is just a big wow [also Erica, miss her :(]

That classic shot of Eddie at the d&d table is not him being a dramatic whore™, rolling dice, but actually congratulating Erica

Why is Erica wearing the flag? Like slay and also the American theme song is playing but like girl?????

Erica supports the gays ✨️ (She probably is a gay 🇺🇲🇺🇸🇺🇲🇺🇸)

Angela still deserves that skate to the head [slayed !]

Murray is slay.

Still cant look at Robins outfit from the psych ward (sorry but yeah nah)

Alexei 😫

Jason is a leader but not a responsible or smart one, like he is hunting down a couple of 20 y/os and their half a dozen 14 y/o children??? And supporting his teammates to do the same (i didnt like him before but jeez dude)

also you can see his style of leadership of basketball and children hunting have some similarities sus

California Dreamin was played because ... *drumroll* THEY ARE IN CALIFORNIA!

The main group are the pick me girls of character developement (they dont develope like other characters~ they get desensitized and are used to death and gore *bites lip, tucks hair behind ear, giggles and pukes little*) but also geniuenly concerned for their sanity:

Argyle: Omg that dude dead, my 1st (?) death, the party is not here my dudes😔, wtf is happening, Ive never been through this, Im meant to deliver pizzas not dead bodies🍍🍍🍍

Byer boys + Mike: Oh my ✨️gawwdd✨️ Argyle get over it already ... like chop chop this agent died like 20 seconds ago move on !

(but they were in danger like Argyle indeed dude chop chop)

Does Yuri always just drug his coffee with sleepy pills? Like my guy thats not what coffee is meant to be used for, and the pills wouldve been low dosage cause unless Yuri is a maths wiz he wouldve been counting his mula for a while

Hop! Just dont have feet. At this point get rid of them! Get those 'orrid manky things outta 'ere!

The most horrific part of ST is not asshole Vecna and his gang, its just watching Hop get his feet dragged or him running around in the snow, no shoes, big cuts, the only thing keeping is feet on his body is Joyce, she is a super glue.

Vecna is more than just a piece of shit, hes the entire digestive system.

But him just targeting traumatised kids and touching them on the fore head, like: "Dw sweetie~ I'll fix you, shh is okay, you be nasty never again <3 Nurse Vecna will make you all better~ :)"

They are not nasty! They just been through some shit. Fuck you twerp

Freds visions with the funeral family giving ✨️Tisphone✨️ vibes ~♡

Early season 4 Mike is an asshole (dw it gets gayer *pats on head*)

Steve 🥰

Robin 😍

Nancy 😘

Eddie 🤩 (star fish boy)

Together united in harmony, they are the power Rangers💕💞✨️✨️

Dacre Montgomery (Billy) was in power Rangers (hes also aAussie which is just so oool)

Conspirewithme: #headcanons

Joyce could totally just go 1v1 brawl with the entirety of the upsidedown, Id pay to see it.

That guy who hired Robin and Steve who also worked at the arcade defo played d&d with Eddie at some point

I need to see El just have a giant therapy dog (think Perrito but Great Dame size)

Mike might be projecting Will onto El butttt he bi af, have you seen his cheekbones??? ( im watching a documentary on "Mike Gay????😱😱")

I am only up to the beggingin of episode 5, gods i hope this makes sense and im not accidently offending anyone

(Im a tag sl**)🐌

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hewrotemeasong · 7 years

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In Which Y/N Loves Harry, But Has To Say Goodbye (Part 2)

A/N:

This has been asked about over and over again, so I'm very very sorry it's taken me this long. I hope you enjoy it, and if you don't then I'm sorry, but this is pretty much how I always intended to end it. It's a bit shorter than originally planned, but not a ton.

Also, you’ll want to read part 1, which can be found here:

http://hewrotemeasong.tumblr.com/post/151046346282/in-which-yn-loves-harry-but-has-to-say-goodbye

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Harry’s POV

FUCK. Fuck, fuck, fuck. She said goodbye. I've been standing here for 10 minutes, trying to get her to answer her phone in any way possible and also trying to process what just happened. She loves me. Of course she does. I've known she does. But hearing her say it, hearing her talk about how she loves me... That was a different experience. I knew she loved me, but it was like a transcendental experience to hear her say it. And she said goodbye. Fuck.

I jog inside my house, grabbing my keys from the hook next to our garage door and running to my car. Fuck, don't let this happen. I bolt down my street, taking the turns to her house at crazy speeds. When I reach her house, I sigh in relief. Her car is there.

I hop out of mine, barely remembering to throw it in gear as I walk up to her front door. The lights are all off, and I feel incredibly stupid. Her parents must be asleep, and I'm sure she's in her room. I let out a sigh and shake my head. I pull out my phone, texting her again.

I'll be back tomorrow. We need to talk about this.

I pull into her driveway, where her car is miraculously still sitting. I glance at the flowers and the letter in my passenger seat. All I have to do is get her to come with me. Even just for an hour.

I turn off my Range Rover, walking up to her front door and knocking. I hear footsteps on the other side of the door and I quickly glance down at my outfit, double checking my flannel as I hear the doorknob turn.

"Oh! Harry!" I snap my head up, smiling at Y/N's mum, Renee, as she opens the door. I step inside, greeting her father after her mother. We talk for a moment, and I'm kind of surprised Y/N hasn't come downstairs to drag me away from them yet.

"So while I love catching up with you, Harry, what exactly can we do for you?" Renee asks me. I shrug.

"I'm here because I messed up and I need to apologize to Y/N," I say sheepishly, my hand coming in contact with the back of my neck. Renee looks at me in surprise.

"Um, Harry, Y/N-.... She isn't here, dear..." she says, looking over at her husband. He's looking at me with a new glare. The glare is confusing.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I saw her car out front and I just assumed she was here. When will she be back?" I ask, looking at Y/N's mum, since her dad is freaking me out.

"Harry, she's not coming back for a while," her mum says slowly.

"Could I wait in her room for a bit? I'm sorry to be a bother, I just really need to fix this," I say a little desperately.

"If you wait in her room, you'll be waiting for the next year," her dad says.

"Maxwell!" Renee says sharply.

"Hey, if she didn't tell him and he's here to apologize, he must've really hurt her. And I don't know about you, but I won't coddle someone who hurt my daughter enough to elicit this kind of a response." I furrow my eyebrows. I'll be waiting for the next year?

"What are you talking about?" I ask quietly, looking between her parents.

"She's gone, Harry. She's in America for the next year or so," Max says. I widen my eyes and shake my head.

"You're joking! She's not gone, she wouldn't leave without saying goodbye," I say. I don't know if I'm trying to convince him or myself as I race towards their stairs. She did say goodbye, dumbass.

"Now look what you've done, Max!" I hear Renee say faintly as I take the stairs 2 at a time. I throw open her bedroom door, and it looks almost exactly as it always has. But I've been in here millions of times, so I notice the books that are missing, the pictures out of their frames. I throw open her closet doors, only to find that it's half empty. Obviously she didn't take everything. I immediately start sifting through her hangers. Is it here? Please tell me she took it with her, please god I know I've been shitty, but please tell me she took it with her.

"She took it, Harry. I tried to convince her to leave it since it's so worn from how often she wears it, but she refused. It was the first thing she packed in her carry on bag," Renee says. I sit back on Y/N's bed, staring at her closet.

"When will she be back?" I ask quietly.

"She'll be back around her next birthday," she says. I nod.

"Don't tell her I was here, please," I request. Renee nods and smiles at me before going back downstairs. I stand up and walk to her closet. I reach in and grab her plush Ariel sweatshirt, smiling as I walk back down to my car and decide to give the flowers to my mum. The letter can be saved.

Y/N's POV

I take a deep breath and glance out the window as my aunt Bonnie drives me to MCI. Missouri Central International. It's time to go home. Aunt Bonnie is talking up a storm, blubbering on and on about how much she's going to miss me, and that she hopes my 21st birthday goes well. She begins to gush about how nice it's going to be that I can drink, and go clubbing. She's convinced I'll be a party animal for the next year. I decide not to remind her that I've been drinking legally since I was 18, until I got here. I tug on the hem of my shirt, smiling softly as I remember the day I acquired it.

"Harry! C'mon, the movie's starting!" I shout, grabbing a handful of popcorn as I pull my blanket further up my body.

"I'm comin', im comin'! Chill out, Y/N!" Harry says as he plops down beside me I narrow my eyes at him.

"Do you not know better than to never tell a girl to chill out?" I ask teasingly. Harry puts his hand over my mouth.

"Shh, the movie's starting!" I roll my eyes and turn back to watch the opening credits of The Rocky Horror Picture Show. About halfway through the movie, I start getting uncomfortable. (I was 14, and I was just beginning to accept my crush on Harry. Enter the blowjob scene.) I was suddenly squirmy, and Harry kept giving me a weird look. I blushed and tried to focus on the movie without making it look like I was entranced by it or something. I reached out for my drink but when I sat back, Harry had moved his arm behind me to reach for the popcorn, and I jumped so hard that I spilled my juice all over my shirt. Harry quickly paused the movie as I apologized, but by some miracle, nothing had gotten on his couch.

"You need a new shirt," he stated. I shrugged.

"I mean, yeah probably, but I haven't got any here, so I'll just have to live," I say. Harry rolls his eyes.

"Oh c'mon, I've got something you can wear Y/N," he says, standing up and gesturing for me to follow him up the stairs. I try not to focus on the way he walks too much. Once upstairs, he hands me one of his old shirts that says "I have no job I have no money I have no car but, I'm in a band." I giggle at him, rolling my eyes.

"This shirt is very you, to say the least," I inform him.

"Hey now, that shirt is very tumblr. Don't start with me," he retorts. I just smile and change into the shirt.

"Miss? Um, miss, it's time for you to board the plane now..." I jump a bit, startled out of my memory. I shake my head and hand the lady my ticket. She directs me to my seat and I try to relax on the full plane, hoping I'll get some sleep after takeoff, but truthfully, I probably won't. It's been almost a year since I've been home, a year since I've seen Harry. I'm dreading going back because he's probably forgotten all about me. He's probably got some new girl, and he's probably found someone else to go to with his problems. He hasn't messaged me since that night, and I don't want to be the one to reach out to him. This was his doing, he pushed too hard, he never gave enough for what he got...

It all sounds so selfish of me. But is it selfishness or self love to expect and want better?

God, this is so confusing. I wish I could say that the past year has been spent focused on family and myself, but thoughts of Harry never left me. I've been thinking and thinking and thinking for so long. I wish I could move forward. I wish it was that simple and easy....

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"Y/N! Oh, my little girl!" My mother engulfs me in a hug the second I step outside the airport, my father following suit.

"I missed you too," I laugh, small tears forming in my eyes. I had missed them so much... When we finally pull away from each other, the chatter about how everyone's doing doesn't really end. Only when we're about 5 minutes from the house does my father choose to tell me that they're dropping me off at home because he and my mother have an important party at his boss' house to attend. I had noted that they looked a little more cleaned up than usual, but I hadn't been sure why. I smile and nod at them.

"That's fine. I'll probably go to bed anyway, it's been a long time since I've been in my bed." Our conversation moves forward a little bit, until they pull in front of the driveway, handing me my keys. I smile and kiss them each on the cheek before grabbing my bags and slowly getting them inside my home. After I get them all inside, I look around me. It all looks exactly how I left it, minus the new bouquet of flowers that's different from the other one they'd had. Lilies this time, carnations before. I smile and open the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water from its normal spot before grabbing my carry on bag and one other suitcase and then making my way upstairs. I start to smell the distinct scent of a candle, or maybe a couple different kinds, and I immediately worry about whether or not my mother forgot to blow hers out. I decide not to worry since I smell the candle and not fire. At the top of the stairs, I notice a faint glow of warm light shining under my door. I furrow my eye brows and leave the suitcase there, slowly inching forward. I open the door softly, looking around to find 11 candles lit, a bunch of different flowers scattered everywhere, and a variety of other things sitting on my dresser, night stands, and bed. Then I face my right and jump out of my skin when Harry appears in my line of vision.

"Son of a bitch!" I curse, my hand flying to my chest. Harry only smirks, a small laugh slipping from his lips. I try to calm my heart rate.

"Hello to you too, my little world traveler," Harry says. I look up at him for a second before looking away, not saying anything. What do I say? "Are you still upset with me?"

"Yes. No? Maybe. Probably," I say quickly. Harry smiles at me, his eyes crinkling at edges slightly. His bright green eyes... I push that thought aside.

"That's okay, but I'm hoping you'll let me try to change that," he says. I look at him in confusion.

"How so?" I ask, crossing my arms. He holds an envelope out to me.

"Read this. You have 20 minutes, and you'll understand what I mean once you've read it," he informs me as I take what I presume to be a letter from him. He holds on for a second too long before walking away, showing his hesitation. The door clicks shut behind him. I stare at the envelope for a moment before deciding that I might as well read it as my curiosity take hold of me. I tear open the envelope carefully, pulling the papers out and unfolding them slowly.

Dear Y/N,

I'm sure by now you've realized that I'm an idiot. I'm a dumbass who's taken advantage of you and somehow lived with myself. You are so wonderful, every little piece of you. You've taken ahold of so many people's hearts and you've nurtured them and cared for them, done whatever you could to make them happy again. You've helped me through things I should never have asked you to help me with. Truth is, I thought that you would move forward. I thought you'd find someone better. And it's no excuse, I was a right shithead to you. For that, I'm sorry. Eternally sorry. This letter is not meant as any form of an excuse. It's all just me trying to let you know how I feel.

I've loved you for a long time, but I didn't know it. Following your description of love from the past, it seems impossible. But when you left me there in my driveway, I felt my world come crashing down in a ay it never had before. You were gone. My best friend said goodbye to me. Y/N was gone. Those were the only thoughts I could really process. I showed up at your house, if you didn't know. I was gonna come charging in and tell you how sorry I was, but then I saw the time and I also figured you would want your space for the time being. So here I am, waiting for you, hoping you'll have me in your life again. I love you, as shitty as it is for me to say that now. I love you more than myself, and I'm ready to be there for you, if you'll have me. You obviously don't have to have me, you don't have to say yes. I've wronged you, and I'm never gonna be able to change that past fact. But I'd like to change it in your future.

Much love, Harry

I'm only done with the first two pages, but the tears have already started. I already know my answer, but I have to read on. I have to be sure I'm hearing the truth.

To the Loveliest Y/N,

I wrote that the night we fought. Before the sun even came up. I showed up at your house the next morning, and you were gone. I can't tell you what all of the thoughts that went through my mind were, but I remember the first thing that went through my mind was that I loved you and you were gone. You were actually gone, and I had just pushed you away. I waited, and I cried, and I read a lot of our old letters, texts, emails, messages, everything. I read it all. I saw your love for me in all of it, and I saw my stupidity even more in depth.

I fucked up. I fucked you over. I don't deserve you, I never could. I don't deserve how amazing you are. I don't even know if you still want me. And you are far from obligated to. Just know that these past months have been some sort of Heaven/Hell limbo for me because I've been hating myself and loving you and at the same time. I'd like to think I've grown, and that I've gotten closer to the level you're on, but I'm not sure. I know you'll always have me beat, just because you're you, but I'll be damned if I don't at least try to catch up to you.

So, to move things out of letter format so I stop looking like a coward, I'll wrap it up.

There are 11 candles in your room, one for every month you've been gone. There are 48 flowers, one for every week. And there various pictures, candies, and little things, adding up to 334, for every day you were gone (that could be a slight lie, I may have miscounted slightly, but I'm not sure).

Then you have this letter.

One letter, in one envelope, to represent one heart.

I've handed it to you.

I'll be waiting in your driveway for 20 minutes. If you decide you don't want to see me anymore, I'll be out of your hair. If you make any other decision, that's where I'll be.

I love you, Harry

I'm standing in shock, staring the paper in my hands for a second as I look around. 11 candles.... 48 flowers.... 334 little things... One letter....

I toss the paper on the bed and walk out of my room, noting that all of my bags are at the top of the stairs now as I move past them. I take the stairs quickly, doing my best not to fall as I race to the door and run outside. And then he's there. He's standing in the middle of the driveway, his hands in his pockets and his face upturned, gazing at the stars. The door closes behind me, causing him to turn his face to me quickly.

"Y/N..." he says breathlessly. I feel my eyes fill up with tears as I march towards him. When I'm finally within physical distance, I put my hands on either side of his face and pull him down to kiss me. Harry responds immediately, his hands moving to rest on my face as well.

"I love you," I say thickly, my throats contracting from trying not to cry.

"I love you too. I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry, Y/N. I'll never stop making it up to you, I promise you this. I promise you," he whispers, leaning down and kissing me again. I let out a tiny sob of happiness.

"You bet your ass, you jerk." Harry smiles at me and pulls me in for a third time, making my heart seize up.

We've got a long way to go, there's no doubting that. But I've got him, and he's got me. We'll figure it out together.

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