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i’m getting very tempted to just merge this blog and mikey’s blog with my multi and make that my primary... or maybe just remaking. i never feel 100% at ease here and i think that stops a lot of the muse flow which sucks. so yeah, blog merge/move might happen? stay tuned.

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fewrebels​.

open to f. based on that one tik tok going around about the school’s handyman fixing up one of the teachers rooms bc he has a crush on her or whatever !!!!! 

with his construction gig entering it’s slow season, dimitri was no stranger to picking up an odd job here and there. during the winter months he typically worked part time in the local school district, hopping from school to school to keep things like radiators, pipes and paint jobs up to par. it was a solid gig - the school paid less for labor and he got to keep his rent paid during the slow months. an added plus just happened to be the young teacher he’d met a year or two ago who was seemingly the only one appreciative of his hard work. he saved her room for last, aware he’d be spending a majority of his day inside its walls. he’s looking over the clipboard littered with his scrawlings of what needed to be done when he hears someone on the other side of the door. it was well passed 5 o’clock, kids and staff slowly leaving so he wasn’t entirely sure who it could be. until a familiar face occupies the doorway, and he offers a small grin. “hey,” tucking his pen behind his ear, he’s setting the clipboard down onto one of the desks. “did ya’ forget something? i haven’t started yet, if you need the room.” 

she was all grown up and doing something that max never thought they would be doing -- teaching. it had been a year or so now since they started at this school, and max was loving every second of it. they had thought the last thing that she had wanted to do was teach, or go back to school at all but it had found max, and now she was twenty-three and loving her job. the kids were her life, and teaching them was an absolute joy... even if the work did pile up sometimes. it was a lot of work, honestly, but the kids made it worth it. so she had decided that she would stay late, finish her lesson plans and the marking of their homework, but mostly lesson plans. she walked in the door after going to make herself a coffee in the staff room when max stops dead in the doorway upon seeing the handyman. max had met him a year or so ago when she first started and he was doing great work on keeping the building up to date and looking great for the kids. “hey,” she responded, a grin on her lips as she walked to her desk, setting the coffee down. “if i knew you were still here, i’d have made you a coffee too. i was gonna stay and work on my lesson plans but i don’t need to room for that. would i be in the way if i stayed at my desk?” 

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pinball77​.

Dani really said “fuck you cat” with these responses. Damn.

honestly? ur welcome <3

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@pinball77​ asked:  [ SHIELD ]: sender uses their own body to shield the receiver from an attack.

“vance, no!” he shouted, trying to shove his son out of the way but it was too late. the knife meant for him sank so easily into the others flesh as jim watched. gun was out and aimed at the attacker, and without so much as a second thought he squeezed the trigger and shot the assailant still brandishing the knife. “no, no no no.” he whimpered, slowly lowering vance to the ground, taking off his shirt and pressing firmly against the wound that the knife had left behind. “it’s gonna be okay, son, hold on.” jim left one hand pressing on the wound, the other one coming to his police radio to ask for immediate medical assistance and another officer to come and deal with the scene. vance had survived stab wounds before, he’d survived worse than this before but it was absolutely terrifying to watch the blood flow over the shirt and his hands that was pressed on the wound. “keep talking to me, kid. come on, let me here that anger. something. anything.” 

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pinball77​.

Two years felt like they went on for way too long—like time was trickling far too slowly for Vance to deal with. He could remember the day that Joyce told him that his uncle was gone—dead—and the overwhelming sense of dread and anguish that filed him to his core. He could hear his own screams; bloodcurdling and loud as he crumbled in the woman’s arms that day; and how he had to convince her to let him stay in Hawkins with Sharona & her mother rather then leaving with the Byers & Jane to California. He could remember the nights he couldn’t sleep—the nights that Sharona had to hold him because all he could do is scream; in anguish, despair—fear. Hopper was the first adult in a very long time that he found himself to trust after the man had legally adopted him and taken him from Colorado to start a new life in Hawkins.

“𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐮𝐩.” His tone was light, a scoff laced with laughter following it as he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand; emotions overwhelming and unable to contain themselves. Over time vance had become angry again—well, he was always angry—but reminiscent of the boy that moved to Hawkins that first day. Unpredictably angry. Unpredictably violent. The work put in to make Vance just a little bit better all going out the window. Therapy was rarely attended, if at all ( only if Sharona wasn’t taking him ); Vance would get arrested more often for either cutting someone again or causing some sort of property damage that was fuelled by pure rage & distress. And then eventually—he just gave up. Accepted the defeat that his uncle—his dad—wasn’t coming back and that even though he had his sister; he was alone. Again.

This didn’t feel real. It felt like one of the many dreams he had that Jim was alive and okay and then he’d wake up and he wasn’t there. Trust was a hard thing to get from Vance—it was so hard—but Vance put his trust in his positive father figure only for him to be taken away. Still; the seventeen year old was still…unsure of this. How the hell was this possible? “𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧—𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭? 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲.” He grumbled, sighing sharply at the question before he moved to wrap his arms around his uncle dad, fingers curled and gripped tightly into the fabric of his shirt.

“…𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?”

he saw the emotion in the others eyes, even though there was soft laughter coming from him. jim smiled widely as his nephew son wrapped his arms around him, and hopper wrapped them around vance tightly in return. he had no idea what had happened in the time that he was gone, what vance had gone through or who he stayed with; the good, the bad, the ugly... he knew none of it. but he would find out, he would find out everything from vance with time, he was sure, but right now all he cared about was holding his son close for the first time in two years. “no kid, i’m not dying. i promise, i’m not dying any time soon.” it was stupid to promise, he knew that it wasn’t something he could promise but jim would try his absolute best to stay alive, if for nothing else other than vance. 

“i’m really alive, vance. i promise, i’m alive, i’m here and i’m not going anywhere.” jim would have never voluntarily left vance, or jane for that matter. he wouldn’t have left any of them, but unfortunately for him he didn’t have a choice in whether he had left or not. he didn’t let go of vance, and he wouldn’t until the kid let go of him. honestly, jim was expecting to get hit for his absence, and he would’ve taken it on the chin as well-deserved. whilst it hadn’t been his fault, he had still left after promising that he wouldn’t. 

"you forgive me, kid? you know i wouldn’t have left you on purpose, right? that if i had a choice, i’d have stayed right here with you by my side.” jim spoke softly, hand moving to rub slowly at the others back.

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@queensxkid​

“eddie! eddie, stop it. it’s me. it’s steve.” he grunted out, arms grabbing at the others wrists to at least attempt to stop the broken bottle (?) from reaching his throat. the other male was frightened, he knew that, steve was frightened too but they just needed to do this, get through this and they’d all be fine; going back to living their normal lives. “it’s okay, i-i-- just brought you some things. the drinks and snacks that you asked for, plus a few other bits.” 

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“  what am i supposed to do when i can’t even trust my own mind?  ”  “  i have to believe death is the end. because all that waits for me in the afterlife is a debt of sin i don’t think could ever be paid off.  ” “  what do you see when you look into my eyes?  ”   “  it doesn’t always have to be you, you know?  your shoulders aren’t the only ones that can bear the weight of the world.  ”   “  i don’t think hearts break. shattered things can only be broken once. but torn things can be mended again and again until it’s all scars and stitching.  ” “  i can’t remember what it’s like to be truly wanted.  ” “  every time you look at me i feel invisible.  ” “  loneliness is a slow and cruel poison.  ” “  i’m afraid that if i let you see every side of me, you should shrink back in fear or disgust.  ” “  for once in your life, what is it that you want.  ” “  i’ve been wrapped in my sorrow for so long, i’m afraid i’ll feel too cold without it.  ” “  i just want to see you smile again.  ” “  can’t you stop running for one second?  ” “  i’ll be here. when you’re ready to talk.  ” “  being strong doesn’t mean never asking for help or admitting you’re in pain.  ” “  don’t shut me out. please.  ” “  don’t look at me like that.  ” “  the world isn’t made up of heroes and monsters. just broken people balancing between the two.  ” “  i just wanted to do something good for once.  ” “  why can’t you tell me what’s wrong?  ” “  just trust me. please.  ” “  why can’t you let me in? what are you so afraid of?  ” “   you’re so worried about losing me/them you’re missing everything in front of you.  ”   “  i’m not leaving you.  ” “  you’re not alone. i’m here.  ” “  you see everyone so clearly except yourself.  ” “  don’t you understand? i love you. and nothing you’ve done, no matter how much of a monster you think you are, is gonna change that.  ” “  i find broken things interesting. maybe that’s why i like you so much.  ” “  i want to be whatever it is you think i am.  ” “  you see the good in everything. that’s why i like it when you look at me.  ” “  i’ll still be here when you wake.  ” “  i promise i’ll never hurt you again.  ” “  as long as i have you, the rest doesn’t matter.  ” “  what did they do to you?  ” “  i’m not sure i should leave you alone.  ” “  i won’t hate you. i know you think that’s what you deserve but it’s not.  ” “  i want to love the parts of you that you hate.  ” “  i’m scared of what you’re becoming.  ” “  i’m sorry, i’m not what you think i am.  ” “  you’ll always have a home with me.  ” “  what happened to you?  ” “  i thought i’d never see you again.  ” “  you’re such a fucking coward.  ” “  i envy anyone who has the privilege of being loved by you.  ” “  you scared me.  ” “  please, don’t ever give up on me.  ” “  i’m not giving up on you. not ever.  ” “  i know you love me. but it’s not the way i want to be loved.  ”

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@familybyerstm​ asked: “every single thing i touch becomes sick with sadness.”

“now that’s just not true, you’ve gotta know that.” jim started, arms already moving to wrap around his daughter. “all you’ve ever done is help your friends, save them. they love you, i love you, jane. people get sad, it’s just a part of life and the losses that some of your friends have experienced - that’s not your fault. there would’ve been a lot more sadness in hawkins if it wasn’t for you.” so much pressure on such a young woman, and it wasn’t fair, hopper knew it wasn’t fair but life rarely was. things hadn’t exactly worked out how they’d envisioned this time, but at least they were still alive. max was... well, max was a long haul, they had to figure that out. he had no idea where to start at all but he knew that the best thing they could do would be to find another way to face vecna, to defeat him. once again most of it rest on jane, and whilst jim could try and help the best he could, it seemed that she was the one chosen by whatever higher power to fight this fight. “you don’t make people sad, jane. people just get sad sometimes.”

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@familybyerstm​ asked: “i really thought i’d lost you.” 

“for a second there, i didn’t think i’d make it back. didn’t even know if you’d understand my message, or believe it was me.” things hadn’t gone exactly how jim had planned it, hadn’t gone exactly so smoothly especially with enzo getting caught out too. it had been difficult, and if joyce hadn’t shown up when she did, who knew if hopper would have actually gotten out of there. they were ready to be handed over to death, and of course they would’ve fought but without the assistance from joyce and murray on the other side of the prison fence, would they really have stood a chance against the demogorgons? the demodogs? he doubted it. “you saved us, joyce. you and murray, as much as i hate to admit it.” 

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@familybyerstm​ asked: “do i really have to tell you how he brought me back to life?”

“i-- no, you don’t have to tell me anything. i’m just trying to understand a little better.” max offered, sighing softly as she looked down at her hands. they were trying to understand why will, what was the obsession, the connection? and why bring will back and no one else that vecna had used as a tool. why not... why not billy? why was will the only one special enough to this asshole to bring back? she found herself beating herself up about it day and night, blaming themselves for what happened to billy. max should’ve seen it sooner, should’ve done something about it; helped him instead of just standing there. “i’m hoping to maybe manipulate him, into bringing back others we’ve lost.” it very likely didn’t work that way, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t give it a shot, right?

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@familybyerstm​ asked: “i’m not even sorry” 

he was really trying to be a better person after high school, and though jonathan had left hawkins with joyce and will, he still made it hard for steve. the brunette couldn’t particularly remember a time when they had seen eye to eye that didn’t involve all the shit that had been happening in hawkins with the upside down, and maybe that’s just because they didn’t. hell, as far as steve could tell, jonathan spent most of his time getting high and avoiding responsibilities, only getting involved once he was dragged in. steve was trying to move on from nancy, but he still didn’t see what she saw in jonathan. he’d come to accept that perhaps he never would. 

“i know that you’re not. why would you be, man? you got your dream, right? get the girl, also get to get high all the time and do whatever you want without her breathing down your neck about shit, considering you live in different states. your living your dream, whilst the rest of us watch from the sidelines and know it’s not enough for nancy. and i’m not saying i am, maybe neither of us are. she needs someone who is going to challenge her, push her forward and help her to reach her goals. getting high all summer and avoiding your responsibilities doesn’t seem like the way to be doing that.” as much as steve envisioned a future with nancy, even he had to admit that he thought she deserved better than him or jonathan could ever give her.

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@familybyerstm​ asked: “i’ve got a lot to live without.” 

what the fuck did that even mean? she had a lot to live without? yet the words resonated with billy like most things jane said. he hated it, the connection he felt to her after she delved into his memories at starcourt; seeing his past, seeing his mom. their situations were entirely different, jane growing up in a lab and finding jim hopper whereas billy grew up with a mother who he loved tremendously until she left them, and an abusive father. after his mother left, he lived without anything, without any of his most basic needs being cared for. his father provided a roof over his head, which he liked to remind billy of constantly, and not much else. the hargrove doubted there was even an inch of love there for his only son. 

“you don’t know me, jane.” he sneered the fake name at her, his defences shooting up like they always did. “you saw a few things, you saw a couple memories. doesn’t mean you know me, and it definitely doesn’t mean that we have anything in common so stop trying. i don’t need to play compare the tragedies with you.” billy was alive because of jane, primarily. he knew that he owed his life to her but the same was reversed. life debts paid off, and billy would not open himself to her again. after everything, it was too much. he couldn’t even think of his mother without the memories flashing, and every time he closed his eyes it was like he was back in the mindflayer’s grip. “stop trying, jane.” 

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@pinball77​ asked: “i’m not a good person.”

“vance...” jim started, an almost breathless chuckle escaping him as he looked over the other. “you’re just a kid, son. you don’t have to be a good person, especially not with what you’ve been through. but you are good. yes, you’re angry and you have your issues but they stem from things that happened to you, not things that were your own doing. and you’ve agreed to work on them, we’ve figured out therapy for you, you’re making the steps. that’s all that matters.” he didn’t know what else he could say to get the kid to see himself like hopper did. “you might be a little shit, but kid, you’re my little shit, and i couldn’t be prouder of how far you’ve come.” 

sure, he was still attacking people and slashing them up, but his actual issues they were working on together and vance was doing well in his mind. he had been for ride alongs in the police car, calmed down unless someone touched him without permission... he had gave the cops that worked under him instructions so many times for how they should deal with vance; if they chose to ignore that then he was inclined to turn a blind eye to whatever vance did to them. 

“you’re a good kid, you’ve just had bad things happen to you. that is not your fault.” 

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@pinball77​​ asked: “i really thought i’d lost you.” 

“i’m sorry, kid.” jim spoke quietly, voice breaking as he looked over vance. he looked so grown up, yet hadn’t changed all at the same time. his eyes glazed over, full with tears as he looked at his son. he had promised to never leave vance, and even though it wasn’t his fault, he had broken that promise. hopper had done everything he could do to get back to his son as fast as he could, but it still took two years too long. “i’ll always come back to you, and when it is my time, you won’t lose me. i’ll be with you. can i--” he wanted to hug the other, but he had no idea how vance was with touch right now; he could be worse or better, but he hoped that regardless it may be different for the man who took on the role of his father. “how are you doing with hugs on a scale of stabbing to hugging?” hopper tried to tease, hoping to lighten the mood.

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"funny, gwen, real funny." it had been a long time since steve had to aim any weapon at anything, but realisation hit pretty quickly. gwen wasn't one to tell him shit that wasn't important, and fuck he thought he was really past all of this shit. "are you kidding? you're kidding right?" a pause rang out between them, as they stared at one another for a few moments before harrington let out a sigh, eyes rolling. "you're not kidding." hawkins really did bring out a whole new type of fucking crazy, but steve really thought that his time dealing with it was over. "what did you see?"