#EL STAYING THROUGH THIS IS GONNA SHOW HIM THAT IT IS OKAY TO CHANGE FROM WHO SHE LOVED WHEN THEY FIRST MET AND SHE WILL STILL LOVE HIM AND

[gayofthefae]

Remindee that Mike's arc has to do with both Will AND El.

It is not going to be "revealed who it's been about this whole time". No. It is about both of them. Both together and individually.

Romantic love and the inherent payoff that comes with it does not function as a reveal for the overall meaning of the show for him. His love for El is still VERY pertinent.

To separate them in case you don't understand:

A) It's about his struggle with his queerness and feelings for his best friend while in a relationship and a homophobic town, torn and repressing until he learns that that IS something he can have.

B) His first love who grants him deep understanding and teaches him how to love and communicate and that love can survive anything, including a change in nature, and that a true lover always was also a friend and can also be your friend after they are your lover and continue to grant you that understanding because romance does not dictate closeness and you can keep that understanding and love. Things can change and YOU can change and still be worthy and emotionally safe and supported.

He is safe in his identity and he is safe in his personality. And these arcs with these people are not only coexistent but complementary and MUST both exist.

ALSO, it is a wonderful testament to lack of codependency in a relationship and showing via these arcs fulfilled in different places that YOU can be fulfilled in different places and be validated in different ways by different people rather than pressuring one person to be everything for you. His relationship with Will does not erase everyone else in his life from pertinence and so it certainly does not erase El.

Put this in the tags but loved it too much so:

Will validating that Mike is incredibly loved and doesn't HAVE to change and El validating that Mike is incredibly loved and thus is ALLOWED to change >>>>>>

Both are equal and good and not easily done by the same person at the same time! So this is PERFECT. I'm obsessed.

[eddiezpaghetti]

Okay, so my experience with Stranger Things is a weird one.

I didn't care when it first came out, started to watch it out of "might as well" in 2020, wasn't interested in it enough to make it past S2, forgot about it outside of going "oh, hey, cool, there's a lesbian in it now, I guess," in S3, got really annoyed when "Running Up That Hill" got popular from it because it was a song I listened to on fucking loop after one of my best friends died in high school and I fully expected its appearance in the show to ignore the whole survivor's guilt theme of the song (and was very happy to learn later that it did the exact opposite of ignoring the lyrics), saw people drawing Eddie, suddenly got a lot more interested, watched just the fourth season like a fucking psychopath because I was seriously only there for Eddie, then got interested enough to start the show over properly, having mostly forgotten what I did watch of the show before.

And let me tell you something from the perspective of someone who started with the complete fourth season, who wasn't there from the start, who wasn't tainted by ship goggles or this internal battle of hope and despair, who wasn't theorizing about what the painting could be or expecting Mike and Will to kiss when Volume 2 happened or rooting for Mike and Eleven's relationship to go down in flames or whatever the fuck. Just someone who went blind into Season 4.

It's really fucking obvious that Will and Mike are gonna be endgame.

Like holy fuck. It's so fucking blatant I don't even know why people are nervous.

No sane fucking person would shoot this scene this way if they wanted the audience to care about El and Mike as a couple. Despite being all blurry in the background, Will's reaction to what's happening here is smackdab in the fucking middle, clearly showing that the important part is what's going through his head here. What he's feeling. It's like the opposite of that scene from Kingdom Hearts II where Sora and Riku reunite and Kairi just fucking vanishes into the aether while it's happening because, despite the fact that she was standing between them when the scene began, she doesn't matter to the scene, so she's just kind of gone when the camera angle changes. Will could have been behind one of their heads, or so far in the distance he blends in with the background, but he's not. He's so obvious that despite being massively blurred out, he's still the first goddamn thing you look at. What, you think that's an accident? You think he's in the middle of this dramatic fucking scene because of a mistake? He basically has a big flashing neon arrow pointing at him with "THIS IS THE POINT" being screamed through a megaphone.

And then this?

They're paired up like they're taking fucking prom pictures. Each one of these pairs is so fucking close to one another and so fucking far from everyone else. It's not, "Oh, they're standing vaguely near each other in a group shot," it's fucking Noah's Ark out here. Again, there's no way to take this as an accident. It's not just a framing issue. If they wanted to make the shot look balanced while still not hiding anyone else behind El, they would have scattered people around much more naturally. Even if they wanted to keep Nancy with Jonathan and Hopper with Joyce, there's so much room on that hill for three people to stand on El's left and three on her right. But they didn't do that. They put Mike and Will together on purpose in the most obvious way possible.

Like I get that coming up with crackpot theories is fun in and of itself and I'm not blaming anyone for having fun. I totally get the appeal of arguing a point and reaching for every stupid little thing to pull into it because it's like a game, okay? I've done that. But if you're trying to actually convince someone (whether it's someone who wants to believe or someone who's pissed at the very idea that Mike and Will could be in love), stay away from blue and yellow lights, stay away from costume design, stay away from the existence of closets in backgrounds. And don't worry about whether Mike's gay or bi when he's in love with Will either way. I'll give you a little tip about persuasion: You're only as strong as your weakest argument. Even if you've got strong stuff in there, too, the person you're trying to convince is going to dismiss anything you say as complete insanity the second you start going on an entire tangent about the shape of a character's fucking pocket.

Sometimes, clothes are just clothes. Sometimes, there's a closet in the background because it helps establish that a character is in a bedroom. Sometimes, blue and yellow are just a couple of colors that look nice together. And sure, it might be set designers and costume designers and cinematographers smirking and winking at the audience from behind the camera. But if the show was just those things, instead of those things in the context of everything else, they wouldn't be saying anything of note.

But this?

This tells a story all on its own. Someone with no context can look at this and automatically assume that each paired person is standing with someone they care about deeply, seeking comfort as they watch some sort of disaster unfold. And yeah, romantic couples usually come in twos, and we live in an amatonormative society, so that's going to be the first association anyone makes seeing a bunch of people paired off.

It's the same reason you look at this

And go, "Oh..."

"Those two are probably a couple."

And I genuinely don't understand how people could have watched S4 Vol. 2 and gotten scared. Because as someone who went in with no investment whatsoever, I just looked at these two--

--and went, "Oh, those two are a couple. Good for them." And I moved on. Shut up about the trees for five seconds and just see the forest for what it is.

Oh, and if you're still nervous? Little thing from a storyteller here: You don't leave a hanging thread like "Will confessed his romantic feelings for Mike by projecting them onto El, but Mike either didn't understand or at least didn't say he understood," without coming back to that later. That's Chekov's gun hanging on the wall, babes. It's gonna fire at some point. If Mike was going to reject Will's feelings, if they weren't relevant, they would have had that discussion in Argyle's van. There'd be no reason to leave you in suspense.

[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

Second post for a late Christmas! Make sure you don’t miss the previous part!

Part 1 | . . . | Part 44 | Part 45 | Part 46

“I picked her up and was surprised at how light she was,” Eddie whispers. Steve can see his eyes trace the shape of her face. “She’s just a kid, and she’s got all this weight on her shoulders.”

“She does,” Steve agrees. “And it sucks, but she’s got us to help her. There’s so much she goes through, in the future, and if she never has to go through that…”

“Then it’s worth it now,” Eddie nods. “I know. It just sucks.”

Steve sighs and stands by him, looking at El. “She’s so brave,” he whispers. “A few demodogs surrounded us, and two demogorgons, and she didn’t hesitate, just jumped right in. To save me.” He curls his hands into fists. “And I’d left my bat in the trunk-”

“So you couldn’t help her,” Eddie finishes, touching Steve’s hand, uncurling his fingers. They ache, and he shakes out his other hand.

“Yeah,” he whispers. “I got it eventually, beat the shit out of a demodog, but she did most of the heavy lifting.”

“And all you wanted to do was protect her. Keep her safe.” Steve nods. “And you did,” Eddie continues. “Yeah, she’s exhausted, but she’s okay. You kept her safe, you got her home safe.” He tugs Steve’s hand, waits until he’s looking. “And now it’s time for you to rest, too. Everyone’s safe, and I can see the bags under your eyes.”

Steve smiles. “I think it’s time for a shower first, actually.”

Eddie chuckles. “You may be right.”

Steve catches his hand before he moves away, then forces himself to let go. “Sorry.”

Eddie looks at him for a second, then tugs him into a hug. “I’ll stay,” he murmurs. “I’ll send Wayne home while you’re in the shower.”

“He can stay, if he wants,” Steve murmurs. “We’ve got room.”

He can feel Eddie’s smile against the side of his head. “I think he’d rather go home, but I’ll give him the option,” Eddie promises. “Come find me when you’re done, okay? I’ll be downstairs.”

Steve nods. “Can you ask someone to take Robin home? She’s gonna want to stay here, just remind her of what her parents are gonna say.”

“Can do. I’ll probably have Wayne drop her off on his way home.” He pulls back to smile gently at Steve. “Are you okay?”

Steve shuts his eyes. “Ask me again when everything’s over.”

He feels a kiss being pressed to his forehead. “Go shower,” Eddie reminds him. “We’ll take care of everything else.”

Steve nods and steps away, happy when Eddie stays in the room, walking out with him after he’s grabbed a change of clothes.

Eddie goes downstairs and Steve continues on to the bathroom. It’s a guest bath, so it doesn’t have all his things, but his is attached to his room and he doesn’t want to risk waking El.

He goes and finds Eddie after he’s clean, hair still damp and curling at the edges. He’s in the living room and smiles at Steve when he sees him. “Hey.”

“Hi.” He sits on the couch near Eddie, tucking his feet up and wrapping his arms around his knees.

Eddie studies him for a moment, then lifts his arm in invitation. Steve moves closer and curls up against Eddie. The TV’s on, volume all the way down, and Steve sees it’s an old rerun of I Love Lucy. “I didn’t know you liked this show,” he murmurs.

Eddie hums. “It was one of my mom’s favorites.”

“You don’t want sound?”

Eddie smiles and cards a hand through Steve’s hair. “I don’t need it. This was my favorite episode, I know all the words.”

Steve hums, smiles, and lets his eyes shut. “Yeah? Prove it.”

Eddie does, drones on quietly as the soft light from the TV flickers, and between that and the hand in his hair, Steve’s out before he knows it.

He rouses a little when he hears voices again. He mumbles something, pushes a hand up to rub at his eye. He opens his eyes when the couch dips, then relaxes when he sees it’s just Alli. “Al,” he murmurs.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” she teases. “Y’doing alright?”

Steve nods and leans into her, yawning. “What’re you doing?”

“I dropped Robin off at home. Your best friend is pretty awesome, Bubba.”

Steve hums. “She’s my soulmate.”

“I know, we had that talk.” She chuckles and cards a hand through his hair, presses a kiss to his forehead. “I’m gonna go to bed. Don’t stay up too long, alright?”

“We’ll head up too,” Eddie answers. “We were waiting for you to get back.”

Steve nods, even though he hadn’t known that’s what they’d been doing.

They all walk upstairs together, and Allison pulls Steve into one last tight hug before going to her room.

“You’re going to have to lead me from here,” Eddie smiles. “I don’t know where I’m going, since El’s in your room.”

Steve smiles back and tangles their fingers together. “I’ve got you.”

“I know,” Eddie whispers, and it sounds like more than just for that moment.

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[hsangel64]

𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞

chapter 02: catching up

pairings: ellie williams x childhood bsf! reader

synopsis: you and ellie get some time to catch up

warnings: none!

a/n: i’m back!!! YAYY it feels good to write again i’ve been so busy with school now i’m back home and ready to write again!

“it really feels so good to be back with you ellie” you smiled at ellie from across the table. you and els decided to grab lunch at your favorite spot, it was a mom and pop shop with the best sandwiches that you’d grab almost every day after school. it felt so nostalgic to be there again after years of being away. it felt so refreshing to you.

“i know i’ve missed you so much you don’t even know.”

“i’m sorry i’ve been gone for so long.” you had a slanted frown on your face, you know it’s been hard for ellie with how much shits she’s been through when you were gone. you felt bad for being gone.

“please don’t apologize you were in college that’s a valid reason for you to be gone.” she grabbed your hand from across the table and you smiled up at her as she rubbed her thumb on your hand.

“i can’t help feeling bad! i know how much you’ve needed me..”

“that’s okay what matters is that you’re here now!” she smiled showing her teeth. “no need to be sad right now let’s eat our delicious sandwiches and then go home to get you settled!” you nodded and you both enjoyed the rest of your lunch.

…

you get back to ellie’s place, you’re almost amazed at how it’s stayed completely the same. you two walk in and she informs you that unfortunately joel is not home but will be around dinner time. you walk up to ellie’s room and reminisce on the times you two had in high school in her room and how the room hasn’t changed one bit.

“it looks the same in here!”

“of course i didn’t change much and didn’t have much decor i could put on my walls!” you nodded and walked around the room then found your way to the bed.

“so how was california?”

“it was really good california is great i’ll have to take you one day!”

“i’ve heard it’s really hot…”

“it is! but you’ll have those cool days and then winter isn’t always hot it gets cold!” it was quiet for a second, just a comfortable silence. you both sat there for what felt like forever, until ellie mumbled something.

“what?”

“i’ve missed you so much.”

“i’ve missed you too els, a lot.”

“there was a time where i thought you weren’t even going to come back you looked so happy with your new friends i thought you forgot about me.”

“ellie no no how could i ever forget about you? you’ve been my friend for literally forever. you never have to worry about that anymore i’m staying forever.” she turned to you with tears in her eyes, you moved closer to her and gave her the biggest hug. you both stayed like that for awhile, you both needed this.

….

you guys started to watch a movie together and ellie told you about her friends and how everything’s been.

“do your parents know you’re home?”

“no…but i will visit them tomorrow and bring my stuff home!”

“you didn’t have to see me first you know! those are your parents way more important than me!”

“well-“ she smacked your arm as you both laughed.

“my dads just been an asshole lately i didn’t want to see him yet-“

“i’m gonna punch your dad one day.”

“i’ll hold you to that.” you two spent the rest of her day together, it felt good to be back home.

….

a/n:

a/n: i hope you guys liked this chapter!! it feels good to be back !! i’ll be finally getting more stuff out !

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[louloulemons-posts]

Oil At The Coffee Shop V

Eddie X Fem!Reader

Summary : Someone new comes to work at the shop and you see Eddie again.

Word Count : 2.7k

Warnings : Not proofread, no use of Y/N, petnames, sad eddie, wayne comforts him, cuteness, fluff, more eddie x reader in this part.

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~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“Oh uh Hi,” you spoke awkwardly, trying not to stare. “Hi,” he grunted, taking a one step back, then fully retreating to his room. “I uh, I think that’s my cue to leave,” you said to Wayne.

“I hate to admit it, but I think you’re right Honey. Thank you for stopping by and for the treats.”

“Thank you for the tea, it was nice seeing you again Mr Mun-,” he gave you a raised brow, “Wayne.”

“You too Honey, I’ll be sure to stop by the shop soon.” You hummed, bidding the man goodnight and went back to your car, only then noticing Eddies van around the back of the trailer.

Well you had tried to make things better, but could only feel like you’d just made them a whole lot worse.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

His body was screaming, his head was too. He ripped the towel off his body, running to his draws to find clothes. Throwing on a pair of sweatpants he paused in front of the mirror.

They were everywhere. Thick pale marks coated his skin, from his neck to his legs. Completely covered, they hadn’t faded in the last year. He let out a sob.

Falling to the floor he felt arms wrap around him, “It’s okay, Wayne’s got you. Ain’t nobody gonna hurt you again, I got you son, I got you,” the man spoke into his curls.

He didn’t know why he was crying. Maybe because she’d seen his ugliness and her face hadn’t changed. There was no malice. No disgust. Just surprise at him being there.

He’d been so cruel. So horrible. Shouted at her. Hurt her feelings. She just wanted to be kind and he pushed her away. Did that make him a monster too?

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Sunday rolled around, the last sunlight of Summer dancing through the windows. Robin had been right, Steve called her this morning inviting her to a barbecue on Tuesday night. Which she happily accepted.

Opening another box, she emptied out more take away coffee cups and lids, taking the back stock to the storage room. The bell on the door rang, “Sorry we’re closed,” you said, walking to the main shop floor.

You smiled at who you came across, “Max! What are you doing here, it’s your day off!” you playfully scolded. “I have someone I want you to meet, this is El. She’s a friend of mine and is looking for a job.”

“Nice to meet you Honey,” you introduced yourself to the curly haired girl with dark ways. “Wait El? Your Hopper and Joyce’s daughter?” She nodded, a small smile on her face. “It’s nice to finally meet you, so do you have any experience?”

“Uh not really, but I’m a quick learner.”

“She’s a good baker, maybe she could help more with the pastries and cakes. Her and Joyce make the best banana bread,” Max told you.

You noticed how the redhead had decided to wear her glasses today - she wasn’t lying when she said her body needed to rest.

“Well if you’re not busy tomorrow, you’re more than welcome to have a trial morning. Me and Max can show you the ropes.”

“I would really like that.”

“Great I’ll see you both at 8am, now go and enjoy the rest of your day,” you ushered them out of the store, hushing Max when she said she’d stay and help with unloading and restocking.

You had to bake a lot today, things that needed to cool over night and be finished tomorrow. Along with changing up the Weekly Special menu, adding your aunts famous Pecan Pie with Maple Ice-cream.

Tying your hair up, you put on your apron and washed your hands. Preparing to bake cakes, and cookies along with many different fruity turnovers (mainly cherry).

Along with that you made some sandwich fillings, like pesto and put some meets into cook. It was a busy, warm and productive day. You knew Callie would be proud, you knew Scotty and the rest of your family would be too.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

When your alarm went off at 6:30 you whined, not wanting to leave the soft comfort of your bed. Pulling yourself up you headed straight to the bathroom, washing your face, and brushing your teeth.

Sliding on a tighter pair of dark slacks, you tucked in your long sleeved white top, rolling the sleeves to your elbows. Tying your hair up and putting on your work shoes.

Taking a punnet of cherries out of the fridge, you headed down to the shop. Switching on the lights, you headed to the kitchen. The ovens were on straight away and you began finishing off what you began the day before.

Shortly after a knock came at the front door, heading it you were greeted by Max and El. “Morning ladies.”

“Morning,” El spoke in a sing song tone.

“Hm,” Max grunted, you’d learnt she didn’t enjoy an early rise.

You also noticed how she wore her glasses again. “Okay, so Max if you could make a start on getting the chairs down and starting up the coffee machine. I’m going to explain to El and show her the basics.”

The red head nodded, yawning into her hand and walked over to the chairs and tables. “Follow me,” you smiled at El. “So here is the kitchen, Max said you’re good at baking so you may become familiar with it very soon.

“People tend to have fruit and warm drinks in the mornings, so savoury you don’t have to worry about until the afternoon. Where I really need you is the counter - helping Max with taking orders and drinks.”

You picked up a finished tray of cookies, and heading back to the front. “You’ll be shadowing Max for today, mainly writing orders and helping her out with coffees and other hot drinks. I’ll show you how to do the cash too.”

After giving the girl a quick run down of what she had to do she smiled. “I think I can do that,” she spoke, her tone very gentle.

“Good, it’ll be great to have you. If you have any questions feel free to ask. I’m just going to finish up in the back, so you can help Max carry on setting up.”

She nodded and walked to her friend, who was labelling cakes. The pair fell into easy conversation, it was nice to see, the only ‘girlfriend’ you’d had was Diane, but she was an in-law, so you didn’t know if it counted.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Monday and Tuesday went around quickly, El did amazing on her training and started full time later on in the week. She wasn’t lying when she said she was a quick learner.

Her and Max worked great together too, you were a bit scared that they’d stand and chat all day, but they were hard workers. You were now headed to Steve’s for his barbecue.

He had said you’d meet his friends again along with some others. Max and El would be there, along with Lucas. You were looking forward to it, but could only assume that Eddie would be there - your stomach turned at the thought.

You understood why he panicked you really did, his scars weren’t anything to be ashamed off. You knew that, they’re healed wounds, but maybe Eddie was still healing from what caused them.

Pulling up to Steve’s you saw Jonathan’s car, along with Steve’s and Vickies. Eddies van nowhere to be seen. Heading to the door you knocked a few times.

“You made it!” Steve said, as he opened the door and gave you a huge hug. “You knew I was coming!” you laughed, allowing him to lead you inside. “Everyone’s out back, I’ll introduce you.”

The garden was full of new faces and familiar ones. Jonathan waved at you, coming over to greet you. “Hey,” he smiled, giving you a hug. “How’s it going?”

“Good how are you settling in?”

“I’ve jumped right into it so it’s great.”

A voice shouted your name, “Hey Robin.”

She came to you, her fingers linked with Vickies. “I wanted to formally introduce you to my wonderful girlfriend, Vickie.”

“Yeah introduce her before you get over the limit of tipsy,” Steve teased.

“Shut up Dingus,” she said, pinching the boys side. “It’s nice to meet you properly,” you said.

“You too, sorry we couldn’t last time. Bambi legs and all,” she motioned to Robin, which made you chuckled. “Hey Steve who’s this?” a curly haired teen asked.

Steve introduced you, “This is Dustin.”

“Nice to meet you,” you said.

“You’re the one everyone’s been talking about!” he exclaimed.

“Dude don’t make her uncomfortable,” Steve nudged him.

“Sorry,” he said, before turning to his friends and shouting, “Guys come here and meet her!” You face flushed slightly, but you calmed when you saw the familiar faces of Max, El and Lucas.

“Hi guys,” you waved to them. They all greeted you back. There were two more boys with them, one slightly familiar and another you were unsure of. “This is Mike,” El said.

Ah Nancy’s brother. “It’s nice to meet you Mike.”

“And you.”

“And this is my Will,” Jonathan spoke from beside you. “Oh my gosh, no way!” you exclaimed. “You’ve gotten so big!”

“It’s been a while,” he laughed shyly.

“Now all the introductions are done, would you like a beer?” he asked.

“Just the one,” you smiled. “I’m just going to say hi to Nancy and Argyle,I’ll come see you guys in a bit,” you said to the younger teens.

“How’s it going guys.” You say down next to Argyle, smiling at the pair. “Babe! It’s so good to see you again,” the boy gave you a smile, his eyes slightly red. “You too,” you smiled and the thoroughly relaxed boy.

“It’s nice to see you,” Nancy spoke.

“You too, oh my gosh I read your article yesterday. It was so interesting!” You had discovered that Nancy was a journalist for the local newspaper.

Jonathan often took the photos that would appear above her pieces, on the side of his own job. Steve plonked himself besides you, handing you a beer and resting his head on your shoulder.

“How’s Scott?” he asked.

“Good.”

“The kids?”

“Good.”

“Missing them?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” you sighed. Letting your head rest on his own.

“They’ll have to come and visit soon, they could all stay here. I have enough room,” he motioned to the large house. “I’ll tell him next time we talk.”

Steve went to continue talking when you heard more greetings being exchanged. “Munson! My man you made it!” Steve smiled, greeting the boy, you’d been so nervous to see.

Dressed in an old band tee, some jeans, a leather jacket. Your stomach flipped but in a very different way that you didn’t understand. You jumped when someone whispered in your ear, “Did you manage to make up?” Max.

“Well I spoke to Wayne. I need to talk to Eddie,” you told her quietly. She nodded and walked away from you, wrapping her arms around the taller boy. “Hey Red,” he smiled, like actually smiled.

He had deep smile lines near his mouth, dimples that sat perfectly on his cheeks, and slight crinkles by his eyes that you knew would result in crows feet as he got older.

It was beautiful.

Sharing greetings with everyone else, he spoke to you, “Hi,” he said.

“Hi.”

“How are you?”

“I’m doing good, you?”

“Good.” You nodded and he hummed. It was awkwardly silent.

“Well let’s start grilling,” Steve broke the tension. “I’ll come help,” you said, walking to the house with the boy. “What the hell was that?” he asked, raising his brow.

“What was what?”

“You and Eddie in the garden. What the hell?”

“It was nothing.” You began putting peppers, onions and tomatoes on skewers to make kebabs.

“Oh my god you like him!” You dropped a piece of pepper. “N-no I don’t!”

“Okay you think he’s cute at least and don’t even deny it I saw how goo-goo eyed you went when he was with Max.”

“Oh my god shush.”

“It’s true then.”

“This conversations done, go start the fire you shit head.”

“Okay okay, but we’re talking about this again.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever you say.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

You were all sat around together, some people on the ground and others on loungers, all happily munching away on delicious food.

“So you’re running the cafe?” Dustin spoke to you. “Yeah, along with Max and now El.”

Everyone smiled at that, proud of the pair of them. “How come you moved here?” he asked, taking a bite out of his food.

“Oh uh,” you began to speak.

“You don’t have to answer that,” Steve said, giving Dustin a stern look. “No it’s okay, I inherited the shop when my Aunt Callie passed, but I could only move recently.”

“Steve said you used to be a decorator.”

“I did. I decorated the whole store with his help.”

“In one week?”

“Mhm.”

“And now two of our friends work with you?”

“They do.”

“Do we get friend discounts?”

“If I say yes will you stop making me feel like I’m being interrogated by Hop?”

“Sure.”

“Then yes, you can have a friend discount.”

“Wicked.” You chuckled at the boy, he had nerve you’d give him that.

Everyone laughed at the interaction between the pair of you and the evening went on. Helping Steve clear up plates and wrap up leftovers you hear and squeal and a splash followed by, “LUCAS!”

“You coming in?” Steve asked, motioning to the water. “Probably not, might just roll up my jeans and dip my feet.”

“Fair enough,” he shrugged, taking a swig of his beer.

You did just that, sliding off your shoes and socks. Rolling up your jeans a few times, you laughed at the younger kids, currently playing chicken in the water. Max on Lucas’ shoulders and Will on Mikes.

Robin and Vickie were lounging away, smiling at one another. Argyle taking a drag of a cigarette that clearly wasn’t just a cigarette. Dustin and Steve stood in the water chatting. El held onto the side, talking to her big brother and his girlfriend.

Everyone seemed so content.

“Hi,” A voice came from behind you. Turning you head you spoke, “Hi.” It was Eddie, he began to get down next to you. “I um … I was just wondering if we could talk?”

“Yeah of course.”

Meeting the ground next to you, he sat with his knees up to his chest. “Before you say anything, I just want to say I’m sorry,” you said quickly, before he got a word out.

“Y-you’re sorry? What on earth for?”

“Well I didn’t mean to offended you, and then I was rude and then I was just at your home.”

“Sweetheart I was a dick to you. I snapped at you just because I felt insecure. You’ve been nothing, but kind and I’ve taken advantage of that. I can only apologise.”

“You have nothing to apologi-“

“Yes I do, and the trailer. I’m sorry I ran away. I just wasn’t expecting you to get there and um … my scars aren’t the nicest thing to see.”

“There’s nothing wrong with them. They’re pretty fucking cool actually. I noticed your tattoos too. How many do you have?” He seemed taken aback by your reply, “Oh uh, I’ve lost count now, when I remember I’ll let you know.”

“I’m thinking of getting one, right here,” you motioned to a space on your upper forearm. “Oh yeah, what would you get?”

“I’m looking for inspiration.”

“It’s where my first one is,” he said.

“Really?” He nodded, pulling his arm out of his jacket. His shirt was long sleeved so he rolled it up slightly so you could see. It was a demonic looking puppet with a hand controlling it.

“Wow that’s so cool,” you said, gently tracing the line work. You could feel the bumps and dips of scaring as you did so. His breath hitched and you met his gaze. Deep chocolate eyes. “Sorry,” you whispered.

“What does it mean?”

“I don’t know. Just thought it was really fucking metal.” You huffed a laugh at that, “It is, fucking metal.”

“Hey Sweetheart?” He said, rolling down his sleeve and tugging his jacket back on.

“Hm?”

“Do you think we could start over?” he asks. You smiled, introducing yourself to him. “I’m Eddie,” he grinned.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

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[badpancakelol]

The One in Which a Time Loop is Fucking Exhausting, Chapter 9: DIFFERENT

“You’re different.”

It’s said exactly two weeks and three days from when he normally resets the loop. Steve doesn’t know what’s changed, what has become different, in that amount of time, but as he sits in the Hopper cabin, El blindfolded front of him, TV playing static, she speaks.

Maybe it’s because she saw him hug Hopper. Saw them cry and thank each other, holding on to the little amount of normalcy that existed. He’s been trying to talk to her, properly try and figure out what had happened. 

She’s staring at him. Steve’s sat on the couch in the living room, and El was sat on the floor. Her eyes trail across his face, searching and finding the world weariness, the phantom age that he knows he doesn’t show on his face, the injuries that he knows he does. 

“We lose, don’t we?” She said, both questioning and not. 

Steve doesn’t answer, doesn’t know how to possibly answer that question, because things have only just started to turn back to normal for her. All this time hasn’t made him good with words, so he just slips down onto the floor and rests his hands on her shoulders.

El cries. As they sit there in the barely put together cabin, sunlight leaking through the roof, she weeps. She cries and she cries, and Steve holds her, for as long as she needs it. He has so many questions to ask her, to try and fix things, to try and understand. But, for now, he thinks that the comfort is more important.

— — —

Steve and Robin stay over at the Hopper cabin, one night, to explain everything to El, to try and brainstorm and learn how to fix things. 

“I’m stuck in a time loop.”

“A what?”

“It’s like,” Steve tries to think. How is he meant to explain what’s been happening to him in a child-friendly way that still communicates what he’s actually been through? Robin gestures towards his watch, and he thinks he gets the ideas. He takes it off, shuffles closer to El so that she can see the face clearly.

“You see this hand moving? Yeah, the big one.” He turns the dial on the side of his watch until the big hand reaches back around to where it started. “That’s how we normally go through things, right?”

“Okay.” El nods.

Steve twists the dial the other way, watches as the hand moves backwards. “Now, this is how time moves for me, when I die. Backwards. 

Robin chimes in, “El, you see the little hand? That would be us. It moves back into place as well.”

“And that’s how this happened?” El points to his neck, his forehead, his fingers.

“Yes.”

“I saw you.” She says. “In your head. You were hurt.”

Robin makes a confused face, eyebrows scrunched and head tilted, but Steve hopes that she didn’t see the deaths. He pleads against all else that she didn’t see the three weeks  after, or Max. 

“Is that why you said I was ‘different’?”

“You are different.” El frowns. She makes an aborted movement to reach her hand out towards his neck. There’s more that she wants to say, Steve knows it. Her hands fall to her lap, and the watch is placed back on his wrist, and the conversation ends.

— — —

Hopper lets him sleep on the couch for the next couple of weeks. Robin makes the trek every morning, opting to stay with Vickie for the meantime. He doesn’t question when he wakes up in the morning to Steve making pancakes, or when the lights are kept on at night. They have to shift by each other in the hallways, cramped and close, and it feels more like a home than the Harrington Household ever has.

When the (not former anymore) Chief goes to work, he and El brainstorm. 

She wants to know everything that happens, tries to help out how Robin did. But Steve is wary in telling her particular things: about turning Hopper’s weapon on himself, or Robin covered bat carcasses, staring straight ahead, unseeing. He decidedly does not tell her about shouting into the void about the future, or what happens when a gate closes on your own body.

“You haven’t met him yet, but you are gonna love Eddie.” Steve decides to tell her about the good, instead. And if Robin is giving him a certain stare, eyebrow raised, he choses to ignore it. “He played dnd with Mike, and he had all these cool tattoos—”

“Like me?” El’s pointing towards her wrist, tapping it with two fingers. She says it with such earnest inquisition that it breaks his heart a little bit. For a second he’s reminded of the sickly fluorescent lights of the hospital, dull-sharp sounds of his own voice failing.

“He choses them himself. Eddie once told me that he actually designed some of them himself.”

The kid’s eyes have lit up and she’s rushing back to her bedroom in a flash before she’s reappeared with a notebook. She flips through the pages, landing on the thing she wants to show Steve, and shoves the paper under his nose. Robin has leaned over Steve, draping herself over his shoulder to get a better look at it.

It’s a drawing of a girl. She has one hand on her hip, the other raised in a fist in the air. It’s just a little stick figure drawing, messily scrawled onto the underside of what Steve thinks is a letter, but by the billowing cape behind her, he knows exactly who this is meant to be.

“A superhero.” He says. Steve knows what she thought of herself, heard the story from Will as he asked for advice. When El breaks out into a toothy grin, he hopes that she’s changed her mind.

— — —

“They did what?” 

Steve decides that most children suck. El tells him about California, and how she had been arrested and then transferred to Project Nina, how she had learnt about Vecna-slash-Henry-slash-One. She tells Steve about what had happened in Max’s mind, how Brenner was dead. El tells him the number that Owens had phoned on, and Steve all but shouts because this is what he’s been waiting for.

And through all of that, El seemed fine. She talked about the horrors of the experimentation, or remembering, or living through her years in the Hawkins Lab again. She says it all with a straight face, stating what had happened as fact. 

What seems to get her, though, is the mention of one girl: Angela. 

“I hit her face with a roller-skate.”

“Good!” Robin says. She lifts her hand up in the air, and El looks at it for a moment, before a toothy grin breaks out on her face and she’s jumping to slap Rob’s hand with her own.

Steve has been pacing around the room as El recounted her story of Angela and the way that they had lead her onto the rink, humiliated and bullied her. “You did everything right, El. You asked her to apologise, but she didn’t. I’m sure Hop would agree with me here.”

El turns to him, standing next to Robin on the other side of the room. Her face turns so that she’s looking anywhere but his face, and he’s reminded of how he’d react when he was in trouble with his father. 

“You…have told him. Right, El?”

She shakes her head. 

“I’m just gonna,” Steve points his thumb behind him to the door. “I will be right back.”

See, the good thing about the loops, is that Steve can say that he’s been cigarette-free for a good couple years. He hasn’t really had the time (as ironic as it is) to sit around and smoke. But as El talks about her past week, he thinks he deserves it.

— — —

Steve tells them about the start of the loop: the importance that he thinks it holds. They compile a plan surrounding it, using the bits and pieces that Steve has, sewing them together in a collaged mess with El’s. Robin simplifies it, makes it easier to remember, before Steve is marking it into his memory.

Convince the kids to run before the cops come.

Make sure one of them calls Owens and tells him what’s happening.

Go through the gate with Eddie, Robin and Nancy.

Wait until El gets to Hawkins.

“We’re gonna need to be able to convince Dustin.” Steve says. “Kid barely listens to me when I have evidence — there’s no way that he’d just believe me.”

“Then we call him now. Try and set something up for when you reset.”

— — —

“Is this some kind of joke?”

Steve, for what feels like the millionth time, decides that Robin is godsend. She believe him so sparingly, so easily, every loop, and he can’t begin to think how much longer he would have spent if she didn’t put her trust in him as soon as he opened his mouth.

Dustin freaks out (understandably). Robin, El and Steve are huddled around a walkie as they sit in the middle of Hopper’s living room. As the kid’s static-y voice filters through the device, Steve feels a fond exasperation at the suspicion in Dustin’s voice.

“Not a joke, trust me. And if it is, I’m the one getting the short end of the stick.” Steve says. “Look, it doesn’t matter if you believe me now. I just need to know if there was something that I could say or do to convince you when I… reset.”

El nods, adding, “Friends don’t lie.”

There’s a pause as Robin leans her back against the couch, feet crossed in front of her. El is staring pointedly at the radio, as if she can magic up a solution (Steve wouldn’t put it past her. If he gets time looping, and she already has mind-move-y powers, he wouldn’t be surprised if she could create a solution out of thin air).

“Dustin?”

“I’m thinking!” Steve taps his fingers against his thighs, leg moving in place as he waits. “Just, speak how you were speaking now.”

“What is that even supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know! You sound… tired. Older. It’s not— even when Max was lifting up into the air, you had this, lightness about you. I’ve been trying to search for it ever since you came back through the gate, but.”

Robin has shifted closer, hand resting on his back. She rubs small circles into his shoulder blade, and he can feel the cool angles of her rings give a slight pressure as she does. El has stopped staring at the walkie, and is instead staring at the pale crescent near his hairline. 

Steve wants to cry. He’s lost so much time in this repeating cycle, and sometimes he forgets that he isn’t invincible. There’s a dampness to his eyelashes as he blinks it all away, wills his past-future deaths to be still, if only for a moment. Speak like he does now. With authority. With Exhaustion. With hope.

(It won’t be enough, and he knows it. It never is).

“Dustin, I don’t think that that’s going to work.” Robin’s hand on his shoulder feels like an anchor. After all of this is over, he’s never going to stop telling her how much he loves her.

“Then just tell me something that happens in the next thirty seconds as you start your loop. There literally isn’t anything more convincing than predicting the future.”

“Steve doesn’t have thirty second to spare.” Robin says.

It feels as if time is moving thick in the air, everyone paused and frozen in this moment. El has adopted Steve’s habits, fingers drumming against her legs as she frowns and tilts her head. Robin’s hands are clutched around the walkie as if it’s the only thing to save her. Steve decides that it might as well be.

It feels useless. The loop is slowly dying, bursting at the seams of stress and the fatal projections of failure, with no one left to believe him. Steve shifts his legs underneath him, tries to get comfortable, and he’s reminded of the newfound crookedness to his limbs that makes him want to cry. 

It hurts. But he is so close.

“What if Steve tells you something that he couldn’t possibly know? There has to be something that would be impossible for him to know?” Robin is frantic in her speech, time moving normally.

There’s a moment of static that Steve recognises as Dustin thinking. “In 1983 I offered Nancy a slice of sausage and pepperoni pizza while she was on the phone with her friend.”

Between the exhaustion and the relief, there’s a laugh and a cry. Sitting next to Robin and El, huddled in Hopper’s cabin, it feels safe. Before Will had been taken, and Barb had died, and being beaten and tortured. In the mundane before, Dustin had offered Nancy a slice of pizza.

— — —

Hopper find them asleep on the couch. Steve wakes almost immediately — the sound of the door opening jump starting his brain as he watches Hop hang his hat on the hooks by the door. The man doesn’t say anything, but takes one look at the way that they’re huddled, El tucked into his arms, uncomfortably squeezed together in front of the TV, and joins them.

There’s more sharp edges and limbs than Hopper used to have, Steve thinks, but there is still something so warm about the way that he crosses the room and drapes a blanket over them. And maybe, when Hop looks into his sleep bleary eyes, owl-blind in early sun, he sees something older, something different.

Steve knows that in the morning he’ll be slipping back to his own house — the pool calling and yearning for him to slip under. As Hopper exits the room, closing the door with a softness that Steve has never known, he makes a promise, to no one and everyone.

“I am going to fix this.”

[spoodrm4n]

‘You’re On Your Own Kid’ is SO Will Byers Coded

Summer went away, still the yearning stays.

When the Byers move at the end of S3, it’s the end of summer and they’ve all just said their goodbyes. Will wants to stay in Hawkins with his friends. He doesn’t want to leave home.

I wait patiently, he’s gonna notice me.

At the airport when El and Will finally catch sight of Mike, he lets El jump up and run to Mike; he doesn’t steal their moment-- he’s patient. 

It’s okay, we’re the best of friends, anyway.

But as time goes on and Mike still doesn’t pay Will any attention at the airport besides an awkward side hug, we see Will’s hope and patience dwindle a bit. He’s still holding onto the fact that they’re still friends, but he feels something has changed between them.

I didn’t choose this town, I dream of getting out. 

We know that Will loves his friends and his family, but I’m sure after he went through hell and back in the Upside Down, he’s more than ready to leave Hawkins behind. He didn’t choose to live in Hawkins and he sure as hell didn’t choose to be taken in November of 1983. 

There’s just one who could make me stay

I truly do think that Will would choose to stay in Hawkins if he could for all of his friends, but I think for especially Mike. Mike is Will’s best friend. Sure, he loves of all his friends, but ultimately he would ultimately stay for Mike. Crazy together. 

From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes

This shows how Will has been forced to mature throughout his childhood. His childhood was torn away from him. He spent it dealing with the repercussions and consequences of the Upside Down. When he tries to revert back to his childhood in S3, all of his friends had moved on and grown up. Will has always been forced to grow up.

I searched the party of better bodies just to learn that you never cared.

Will prepared a whole D&D session for Lucas and Mike in S3; he tried his absolute best for them and they tossed it aside. Will also mentions in S3 the fact that Lucas and Mike don’t even know where Dustin has been the whole time.  They grew up without him and they brushed him off constantly is season 3. He probably felt like nobody cared.

I picked the petals, he loves me not

Throughout S4, especially the van scene, we can see that Will has assumed that Mike doesn’t love him. Will thinks Mike loves El, that’s especially clear in the van scene and when Mike is talking to El in the pizza dough freezer. Will thinks he knows Mike doesn’t love him. 

I gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this

Will has sacrificed a lot throughout the show for the others to be able to understand and solve the problems of the Upside Down. His childhood has been taken, his mental health has suffered, and he’s died. He’s given a lot more than he let’s on. 

My friends from home don’t know what to say

I’d like to think that Lucas, Dustin, and Max all sent letters to Will or called him (and El of course), but we never get any letters or phone calls from them mentioned so if that’s the case... 

There were pages turned and bridges burned

Will and Mike finally have a real conversation before they all go searching after El in Argyle’s van. They made up, they’re best friends again. But Will also seems less on edge in Lenora. He can’t feel the Mind Flayer. That bridge had been burned till he returned back to Hawkins at the end of S4.

You’re on your own, kid

We see Will start to realize this in S3 when Mike has El, Lucas has Max, and Dustin has Suzie. Will is on his own. He doesn’t share the same interests and dreams as the rest of the party. He’s also alone in his experiences in life. It’s molded him into something that his family and friends can’t really grasp onto. He’s been on his own since 1983 and he’s not sure that will change. 

If you read this whole post, thank you, I know it’s a bit much. Feel free to comment and share how maybe some other lyrics in this song relate to Will’s character OR how other Taylor Swift songs relate to other characters :)

[gaymer-hag-stan]

Okay so I just beat REmake 4.

Here's a few quick thoughts

The introduction to the village is excellent and sets a perfect tone

Gameplay tweaks as well as the original's formula that is still used still work great. The REmake combat system is pretty tight, although it took me until the island to actually master the knife parrying system, mostly for the Krauser battles.

The treasure hunting is addictive, I got almost everything except some damn treasures in the village, I'm still mad! The shooting range minigame was EXCELLENT, I did not expect to be so immersed in it, I even actually sat down and got an S ranking on every single game! It actually helped me improve my aiming skills for the actual part of the game.

The graphics look amazing and the game makes great use of the PS5's DualSense controller.

I've said this before and I'll say it again; I'm glad the game is still camp as fuck. Yes, it's not as much as the original but it's also definitely not as depressing, grounded and soulless as, literally, almost every other narrative-driven modern game out there. This is so fucking refreshing to experience and I hope it starts a new trend of going back to cheesiness and camp as an alternative to all these non-entertaining but highly-applauded, for some bizarre reason, alternatives.

The Castle looks AMAZING, definitely my favourite area.

Leon, Ashley and of course The Merchant stole the show. Every scene they were in and saying their silly shit was entertaining. Leon's "swallow me whole" and the Merchant's "size matters... Or so they say, right" in particular got me so good 🤣

Krauser and Rámon were also done pretty well I think. Their actors did an amazing job. Krauser has more of a backstory this time and feels more like an actual person and not like a boss fight. Ramón himself looks more unhinged than ever, and both through documents by his caretakers as well as his quotes towards Leon during their battle we are able to see how the comments and treatment he received about his appearance actively influenced his hatred for the world and people. I think this is a very understated detail that adds a lot of depth to Ramón that I've seen no one talk about so far.

I know Luis is everyone's new bae and all, and that's great, but I honestly don't see the appeal. He's uglier than before, he's more annoying than before and he stays longer than before so nah, it's a no from me. They attempted to give him a bit of a backstory this time around but, ultimately, it's not impactful at all. He was also very unhelpful during the mine segment. I felt like he mostly just sat around and did nothing. He was pretty useful in the hut though and the el gigantes fight and he had a few good one liners, I'll give him that!

One thing that is present in the other two remakes as well but is especially annoying and noticeable in this one, is that when you move from one area to another, the lighting effects drastically change. It's like you change filters on an Instagram post or something lol

A little disappointed that Capcom is selling extra treasures and weapon upgrades as DLC again, and even more disappointed that they'll, probably, sell Ada's campaign as DLC... Hopefully that means they're gonna expand upon it though so at least we'll get more Ada. Hopefully...

Speaking of Ada, Lily Gao's performance was fine? Y'all are pathetic and miserable human beings for bullying her off the internet. Honestly. Is she my favourite Ada so far? No, I think Jolene Andersen is the definitive take on the character for me, but Lily gave a completely different approach to the character and, given how the whole concept of her dynamic with Leon is that they have both changed in certain ways after the Raccoon City Incident, it makes perfect sense? The previously innocent and inexperienced Leon is now hardened and cynical. The previously more emotional and alluring Ada is now more "matter-of-fact" and cold.

Overall I am very happy with the game and plan to instantly replay it. Nothing more that I can say.

Just buy it so Capcom can REmake more and get more of our money. I love capitalism

[givehimthemedicine]

max coming to support lucas at his game even tho shes blind... my heart.. she would tho bc she listened on the radio 😭 fic pls

(I guess this is an au where all the kids go to Hawkins High)

"The band is standing all together. Robin is there. They are all bright green and orange with feathers on their heads," El says, her head leaned against Max's. She has to stay this close in order to get her voice into Max's ear before all the clapping and yelling and music.

"They are showing Will's big tiger painting! It looks s- NO!" El gasps. "Oh, noo."

"What?"

"It got torn. A boy jumped straight through it! On purpose!" Max feels El stand up abruptly next to her. "They all are, they are all copying him, even Lucas-"

"It's fine," Max grabs her arm and pulls her back down. "That's what it was for."

"He spent two lunches making it!"

"Will knew," Mike shouts. "He knew they were gonna do that when he signed up to paint the banners. It's a normal sports thing."

El leans past Mike to catch Will's eye, confirming that he doesn't seem upset.

"There was lots of room to go around it..."

Max smirks to herself at the confusion in El's voice. She tunes into the cheers of the crowd and the beat of the band's drums and the vibration of stamping feet through the bleachers - all of it hers, for Lucas. Corny as shit, but nobody has to know.

"He is looking all around - oh, smiling big - he found you. He is waving to you." El and the boys wave back. Max instantly grins and raises a hand too, a little self consciously, and El mentally nudges it in a more accurate direction.

"They are all running around. One of the ones who is not Lucas has the ball. No, a different boy took it. No, a different- they keep throwing it." It's safe to cross color commentator off El's list of potential careers, but this suits Max's interest level just fine.

"Okay, Lucas got his turn to bounce the ball. They are trying to get it but he won't let them get it. He's jumping up to throw it at the basket. He can jump really high... he got tall, I think he has always been taller than Mike-"

"EL." Max holds up her palms impatiently, although it's a safe guess what happened from the sound the crowd has made.

"Oh, he threw it and it hit the basket. But the numbers did not change...? But he hit it," El insists, sounding offended for him, and Max can just picture the frown on her face.

"It has to go IN the basket."

"Oh. If you want, next time, I could make sure-"

"That's cheating."

"It would not make you and Lucas happy?"

"No," Max says, but not without an impish grin fighting its way onto her face. "Not unless you promise to come to every one of his games forever and get him in the hall of fame."

El shrugs. "I am not busy."

[bad-luck-clover]

SPOILERS FOR STRANGER THINGS SEASON 4 VOL. 2

Okay I haven’t posted in forever but but I was literally crying this morning over the Stranger Things Finale before I even watched it so here are my two cents:

Why the fuck is the message of season 4 “don’t be honest about who you are or what you’re struggling with or it’ll hurt/kill you no matter what you do?” Because that’s the point this finale seemed to make.

Will started to open up to Mike about his feelings, albeit in a very indirect way, and that just resulted in Mike pursuing El even further. And even after all of that Mike and El still aren’t actually talking and Will has still been demoted from main character and plot catalyst to the sad gay side character that’s sometimes a monster detector??? So I guess Will just has to continue hiding who he is while he watches his sister and friend/crush continue their codependent and ultimately stagnant relationship and he’s once again being tossed aside in favor of a character that was supposed to die season 1. I mean I love El, but come on, they’re treating Will like he’s completely irrelevant now.

Max started coming to terms with her trauma and mental health, started opening up to her friends finally and was rekindling her relationship with Lucas. She was obviously hurting after Billy died and it was even mentioned that she was suicidal, but she fought to stay alive and get back to her friends who she loves. It was such an obvious metaphor of battling mental illness and Max’s character arc in the first part of the season was so amazing to watch. But no, apparently it doesn’t matter if you fight through the struggles of mental illness and seek help from your support group, the trauma monster is just gonna torture and literally break you anyway, sorry.

And Lucas, despite finally standing up to Jason after trying so hard to fit in and be part of his group, got beat up and then watch the girl he clearly loves be mutilated right in front of him and then put into a coma.

I mean even Robin, who’s still understandably deep in the closet, started to open up a tiiiiiiny bit and had hope for her potential relationship with Vickie and then immediately saw her kissing a guy. But the second she gives up on that and steps a bit further back in the closet? Oh, Vickie broke up with him, thanks for not coming out Robin, you get a cookie.

And Eddie. I do not understand how they could kill the one character who was always 100% unapologetically himself the entire time we saw him. He was labeled a freak and later a psychotic devil-worshipping murderer and yet he never changed who he was to please anyone or even lashed out at the people who wanted to hurt him. Not to mention he’s queer-coded as hell and I seriously doubt that was unintentional. I mean if you’re writing a period show and you do research about 80s culture and especially subcultures and outcasted groups for Eddie specifically, why would you give his character a black bandana in his back pocket if you’re not trying to imply that he’s queer? He was always true to who he was, he protected the kids who reminded him of himself when they were lost and being picked on. He was nice to everyone as long as they weren’t an asshole and he ultimately fought to save his friends and all the people who hated him. And what did he get? He got brutally, painfully killed while the entire town still believed he was a monster and no one besides Dustin and his uncle, not even the other people he fought with in the upside down, mourned or even acknowledged him.

It’s so infuriating that Max and Will (and Robin and Lucas to a lesser extent) suffered and were hurt because they were beginning to open up. But Eddie has always been open and nothing was going to make him start pretending to be someone else so he just straight up died. The one person who was always honest and never lied about who he was and they killed him for shock value. Like am I just reading into this too much or does that literally send a message of “if you start to open up you’ll get hurt. And don’t even try to fully be your true self, because look what’ll happen”

And yeah, sometimes life is cruel and you get hurt unjustly for just being who you are. But this is a fictional tv show where children fight off monsters. A show who’s main audience are the very outcasts they’re now sidelining and killing off in favor of more conventionally “typical” characters. I relate to Will, Robin, Max, and Eddie the most out of all these characters and now I’m being made to watch them suffer for all the reasons I relate to them so much.

Mike and El are still in a pretty unhealthy and unbalanced relationship and they’re fine. Jonathan and Nancy are still lying to each other and refusing to communicate and they’re fine. Steve, as much as I love him, is still pining after Nancy without actually directly talking to her (which, sidenote, is just a huge disservice to his otherwise fantastic character arc imo) and yeah he’s hurting seeing her with Jonathan again but he’s ultimately fine. The only people who really suffered are the only ones who have stopped lying about who they are or what they’re struggling with or who never did so in the first place.

How can you write the line “Forced conformity, that’s what’s killing the kids. That’s the real monster” and then punish the handful of characters who are trying to break away from that conformity? Why the hell, in a show that used to be all about outcasts forming relationships and fighting monsters against all the odds not in spite of being different, but because they’re different, are those very characters being hurt and punished for not being like everyone else?

Like, I’m just so fed up and tired. This show is legitimately ruined for me now, and it’s not because a character I liked died or the ship I was rooting for didn’t happen. It’s because I look at these characters I relate to being tormented and hurt for being queer or neurodivergent or having trauma, things that I experience/struggle with myself, and the message I hear is “What you are is wrong and bad things will happen to you because of it. You deserve to hurt because of what you are and you will never be safe or happy.” And that fucking kills me, especially since this was a show I loved so much just yesterday and now I can’t even stand to watch it.

[munningham]

Eddie/Chrissy OTP Questions (authors choice)

7. What is something they’d want to change about the other if they could?

Chrissy just wants to take away his demons. She sees the anger and the fear that bursts out from him at times (never at her), and it breaks her soft heart. She knows where it comes from, being abandoned by both his parents, always being the outcast, the punching bag, the freak. He’s come a long way in terms of feeling comfortable in his skin and his identities, but she still reassures him that she loves him just the way he is.

Similarly, Eddie swears he will spend the rest of his life showing Chrissy her worth, just the way she is. He would whisper in her ear a million times that she is beautiful, she is strong, she is brave, she is enough, if only that could convince her. When he sees her struggling with her ED, when her insecurities and people pleasing/fawning behavior show up, he wants to scream and bash Jason and her mother against a wall. Again and again, for how they’ve fucked with his sweet girl’s mind.

21. Are they interested in having children? Why or why not?

The real question is, how are they with The Kids?

I mean we’ve seen Eddie with the kids, he busts their balls and takes them under his wing. The Byers move back to Hawkins and he is equally impressed with both Will the Wise and El the Mage. He knows what it’s like to be the misfits, and he just wants to create a safe space for these kids, so they don’t have to go through the struggles he did. Eddie definitely has some heart to hearts with Will where he tells him it’s okay if he still loves DnD, there are some people who will never give it up. You do what you love, and fuck the rest.

Dustin and Lucas are such freaking dorks around Chrissy. Dustin throws all the charm on her, calling her “My fair maiden” and trying to ask her out. He loves acting like he’s gonna steal her from Eddie, Chrissy giggles and plays along, Eddie tells him to stop flirting with his girl, it becomes a whole thing. Ugh I just really need this scene......

Honestly I’m not a huge Mike fan, I feel like Mike would be a pill about Chrissy joining Hellfire Club, even if she’s just watching at first. Eddie tells him to cut his shit, and that he better respect her if he wants to stay in the club.

Eddie and Chrissy take Max under their wing, she comes over to Eddies trailer to hang out if she needs a break. They take care of her, they help her take care of her Mom. Eddie becomes the older brother figure Billy should have been 😢😭

26. What holidays do they like?

Oh Chrissy is a total Christmas sweetheart, she wants to do all of the things.

And of course Eddie loves Halloween, he gets super into it.

They both hate Thanksgiving for various traumatic reasons (fucked up families, food, etc)

Their first Thanksgiving together Chrissy is dreading it. She thinks she’s keeping it together, but she finally breaks down the night before. Eddie holds her and lets her cry and promises her it will be okay. She falls asleep on his tear soaked chest.

The next morning when she wakes up, she’s alone in their bed. She comes out to the living room, and Eddie is waiting for her in a black cape, costume, and full game board set up. “Lady Llira, your grace, as your devoted knight I regret to inform you a horde of goblins is outside your castle. Your villagers are begging for your help. What shall we do?” The rest of the day is spent lost in a fantasy land, fighting dragons and defeating evil. Throughout the day Eddie subtly brings out Chrissy’s favorite foods, but she’s so lost in the campaign she hardly notices that she’s snacking. Neither of them thinks about snide remarks or calories or drunken screaming matches or empty chairs.

[dearestdaffodils]

Stranger Things Series Rewrite; Season 1, Episode 8

A/N: I, of course, do not own anything from or related to Stranger Things. Scenes, events, and dialogue are taken from the show; I am not trying to take credit for the work that the writers for this show did. Some scenes may be left out if I cannot find a way to work the reader in as a character.

Warnings for the whole series: Violence, Gore, Profanity, Alcohol, Drugs, Smoking, Frightening Scenes

“Okay, so, in this example, we’re the acrobat.” Mike points as I hold up the drawing. “Will and Barbara, and that monster, they’re this flea.” 

“And this is the Upside Down, where Will is hiding,” I interject. 

Mike nods, glancing at me. “Mr. Clarke said the only way to get there is through a rip of time and space.” 

“A gate,” Dustin speaks up.

“That we tracked to Hawkins lab,” Lucas adds. 

“With our compasses,” Dustin finishes. 

Joyce, Nancy, and Jonathan glance at me, their eyes wide in confusion. 

“Okay, so the gate has a really strong electromagnetic field,” I start. “And that can change the directions of a compass needle.”

“Is this gate underground?” Hopper asks from his chair. 

“Yes.” El whispers. 

“Near a large water tank?” Hopper keeps his voice soft and steady, looking at the young girl. 

El nods. “Yes.” 

“How did you know all that?” Dustin asks. 

“He’s seen it,” Mike whispers. 

“Is there any way that you could…?” Joyce trails off. “That you could reach Will? That you could talk to him in this--” 

“The Upside Down.” El glances at the older woman. 

“Down,” Joyce whispers. “Yeah.” 

“And my friend Barbara?” Nancy asks. “Can you find her too?” 

El nods, looking at the group. 

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I lean against the back of the couch, holding El against my side as Mike, Lucas, and Dustin peek out of the windows anxiously. 

Mike huffs, getting up and poking his head outside. “Nancy? Jonathan?” He shouts, walking outside to look around before returning after a moment. “They’re gone.” 

“What?” Lucas frowns. 

“Nancy and Jonathan. His car’s gone.” Mike mutters. 

“They’re probably just sucking face somewhere.” Dustin shrugs.

“Gross.” Lucas groans. 

“No.” Mike shakes his head. “No way!” 

“Did they go with the chief?” I ask. 

“I don’t know.” Mike sighs. 

“No.” El whispers. 

“What?” Mike frowns. “Did you see them? Do you know where they went?” 

“Yes.” El answers, glancing at me before looking back at Mike. 

“Where?” He questions. “Where did they go?” 

“Demogorgon.” El whispers. 

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“Guys, guys! This is crazy.” Mike sighs. “We can’t just wait around.” 

“Mike, in case you forgot, we’re still fugitives,” I mutter. “The bad men are still looking for us.” 

“Yeah, and we don’t even know where your sister is,” Dustin speaks up. 

“El can find them.” Mike shrugs. 

“Mike, look at her.” I frown, holding the young girl close to me. “I still think we should stick to the chief’s plan.” 

“Exactly.” Lucas nods. “We stay here, keep El out of sight, and keep her safe. That’s the most important thing, remember? Besides, she’s okay. She’s with Jonathan.” 

“Yeah, and she’s kind of a badass now, so…” Dustin shrugs, making his way to the kitchen. 

“Well, where are you going?” Mike frowns. “You said to stick to the plan.” 

“I am,” Dustin shouts over his shoulder. “I’m just gonna go get some chocolate pudding. Y/N always has it stocked for me.” 

“Are you being serious?” Mike shouts. 

“El needs to be recharged.” I shrug, looking at the younger boys. 

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“Found it!” Dustin shouts from the kitchen as the fridge door can be heard slamming against the cabinets as it opens. 

“D, you scratch my cupboards again and I’m locking you out of here permanently.” I huff. 

“Sorry, Y/N!” Dustin shouts back. “I’ll get them fixed.” 

I look up from my spot on the couch, seeing the dozens of headlights pulling up in front of the trailer. “Shit shit shit…. Boys, we gotta go!” I get up, helping El up off the couch. 

“How did they find us?” Lucas whispers, hurrying behind me as I climb out of one of the back windows on my trailer. 

“I don’t know but they knew we were in the gym.” Mike pants, helping El climb out. 

“Lando.” Dustin huffs. 

“Got ‘em!” An agent shouts, training a flashlight on us. 

“Go! Go go go!” I shove Dustin forward, handing him my keys. “Remember how I taught you to drive last summer?” 

He nods, clutching my keys. “Yeah, but Y/N… I…” 

“D, just go!” I whisper. “Just a couple blocks and I’ll meet you guys.” 

“What if they catch you?” Dustin whispers, backing towards the car. 

“Go to Eddie’s.” I quickly kiss his forehead. “Just… don’t tell him about all of this. But he’ll take care of you guys.” 

Dustin nods, pausing and throwing his arms around me in a tight hug. “Don’t let them catch you. I love you.” He whispers, pulling back and sprinting to the car with the others. 

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“Oh, god. Oh no no no no…” I whisper to myself, sprinting down the hill to the middle school, tripping over my own feet. 

The parking lot and school buildings are awash with red and blue lights from the ambulances and police cars crowded into the small space. 

I skid to a halt, watching as Mike, Dustin, and Lucas all meet their parents, hugging them tightly. 

I pant, resting my hands on my hips as I look around. I sigh, watching the families for a moment before I hear someone shout my name and feel a body slam into me. 

“Y/N!” Dustin screams, wrapping me in a tight bear hug. “I thought we lost you.” 

I let out the small sob trapped in my throat, dropping to my knees and pulling Dustin in as close as possible. “You know it would take a lot more than that to get rid of me, D,” I whisper, my voice shaking. “Not when my boys need me.” 

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One month later

I hum, shaking the snow out of my hair as I make my way down the stairs. 

“Something is coming. Something angry.” I can hear Mike’s voice from the top of the stairs. “Hungry for your blood. It is almost here.” 

“What is it?” Will groans. 

“It’s the thessalhydra, I’m telling you,” Dustin smirks. 

 “It’s not the thessalhydra.” Lucas shakes his head. 

“The thessalhydra!” Mike shouts, slamming the figurine on the table. 

“Damn it.” Dustin groans. 

“It roars in anger!” Mike grins. “Will, your action!” 

“What should I do?” Will panics. 

“Fireball him!” Lucas shouts. 

“Fireball the son of a bitch.” Dustin grins, leaning forward. 

Will picks up the dice, rolling them eagerly. 

“Fourteen!” Dustin cheers as the other boys join in. 

“Direct hit.” Mike cheers. “Will the Wise’s fireball hits the thessalhydra.” 

“Great job, boys.” I smile, leaning against the wall. “You been playing games all day?” 

Dustin grins, starting to pack up his stuff. “Best day ever.” 

I smile, setting a large gift bag down. “I brought presents. But don’t open them until Christmas day.” I laugh, handing the presents to the eager boys. “Will, Lucas, you boys want rides home?” 

They nod, grabbing their things and hurrying upstairs with Dustin. 

“Merry Christmas, Mike,” I whisper, kissing his head and rubbing his back. “We’ll find El again. I promise.”

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[kylie-writes-stuff]

“wife”

pairing: corpse husband x reader (female)

words: 1,714

requested?: no (send some in tho pls :) )

plot/summary: felix invites his friend, y/n, to play among us when they need an extra player. her and corpse get along well

authors note: so this isnt that good and i know a lot of corpse fics use a similar plot. i just wanted to try to write for corpse. hopefully things i write for him in the future are better. let me know what you think tho! also i really wanted reader to be best friends with karl bc i love him sm. uh every swiggly line is like a small time skip. this was written late at night btw and i didnt take much time to go over it

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You sat up from laying down when you heard your phone ring. You looked at the caller ID.

Felix.

"What's up Felix?" You ask with a small yawn.

"Aww, how sweet," You hear in the background.

You giggle and ask, "Is that Sean? Hi Sean!"

"Yeah, we're playing Among Us and need an extra player. You down?" Felix explained.

"Sure, just give me a few minutes. See you soon, whore"

"Bitc-" You hang up before he can finish.

You got up and turned off your TV, going to get ready. 

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You quickly tweet out that you're going live and say something on your insta story as well. You start your stream and slowly watch people flood in.

"Hey everyone! How are you guys doing?" You wave and smile, reading the chat.

"Everyone doing good, awesome! And i'm sorry to anyone having a bad day. I hope i can brighten it a bit!"

"Okay, sorry i didn't give you a further notice. I didn't even know i was gonna stream. Felix invited me to play Among Us so... here we are!"

You quickly join the discord and pull up the game, putting a cover over where the code goes.

"Hello?" You ask as you join the call. A chorus of greetings came your way.

"(Y/n)?"

"Karl!" You smile brightly.

Karl Jacobs was a good friend of yours. You would play on the Dream SMP sometimes. When you would, it would mostly be you being stupid with Karl and Alex, also known as Quackity. You were even a well know citizen of El Rapids.

"LET'S GOOOOO!" He yelled, making you laugh.

"Hey (Y/n), do you know everyone here?" Sean asks you.

"Um," You quickly scan through the names, "no, i don't think so."

You recognized names but you only personally knew Felix, Sean, Karl, and Ethan.

"Oh my god! Your voice is so cute!" Pokimane exclaims.

You giggle softly, "Thank you Poki!"

You're voice wasn't high pitched or anything like that, you just always spoke very softly and calmly. You were also a bit quiet.

Felix introduces you to those that you didn't know.

"There's one more person we're waiting for," He says.

While everyone waits, you and Karl run around each other's little characters and make jokes between yourselves. You mute yourself to read donations every once in a while.

You hear the discord chime, signaling that someone joined the call.

"WAIT CORPSE! DON'T SPEAK YET!" Felix yelled. "We have a new player. This is my friend (Y/n), say hi to her"

"Hello (Y/n)," Corpse said. You were taken aback by how deep his voice was but you didn't show it.

"Hi Corpse! Nice to meet you!" You said happily.

"Okay, how is she not freaking out?" Bretman said, making everyone laugh.

"Uh, (Y/n), do you mind letting me have black? It's cool if not.." Corpse asked gently.

"O-oh sure, no problem." You were usually black with the pink flamingo hat, but you ran over to the little computer and changed your color.

"Simp," Ethan mumbled, knowing you never switch from black.

"Thank you," He said, then the game started.

The word “Imposter” appeared on your screen in red, yours and Corpse's characters underneath.

As the game started, you thought no one could hear you so you spoke to your chat. "His voice was so deep, what the fuck? Holy shit that was hot, i'm gonna-"

"(Y/n)," Rae laughed, "You know we're playing proximity chat, right."

You blushed as you realized and said "Ha, anyways..." and ran to start faking tasks.

You ended up in electrical with Karl. "(Y/n)! My good friend, my buddy, you would never kill me right? Haha..." He said.

"Of course not, Karl! My good friend, my buddy. Why, I'm not even imposter," I said as i quickly dipped into the vent and back out, making him laugh.

I decided to show him because I knew Karl wouldn't say anything, and it's funny.

"Oh that's good then. Are you sure you're not imposter?"

"Mhm, pretty sure," You said, going back in. As you came out, Sykkuno walked in and froze.

"Uh, (Y/n)?"

"Fuck... Karl run! Go!" You said, Karl starting to leave. You walked closer and quickly killed Sykkuno then vented to security.

"That was close..." You told your chat.

You saw Corpse as you made your way around the map and walked into navigation.

"Hey, Corpse, how ya doing?"

"Ah you know, good. Just being crewmate and all."

You stifled a laugh, "Oh yeah I feel that, buddy."

"Yeah because there's no way that i'm imposter. No way i could be faking tasks and there's no possible way you could be the other imposter" He said quickly.

"For sure. Hypothetically speaking, though, if you were imposter, how many people would you have killed by now?"

"I would say probably around two."

"Interesting," You said right before a body was reported. It was Sykkuno's. Felix and Rae were also dead.

"WHAT!" Corpse yelled.

"Where was the body at?" Sean laughed.

"Uh I found it in electrical," Bretman said.

"I'm pretty sure Karl was in there earlier."

You calmly said, "It's not Karl, I was with him for most of the round."

"How do we know the two of you aren't imposters?" Sean asked.

"I was alone with him, he would have taken the chance to kill me."

"No, he's your best friend."

"He's also ruthless,"

"TRUE! SO TRUE!" Karl yelled.

"So skip?" Corpse asked.

Everyone agreed and the voting was skipped.

The next round, I spent with Ethan. He was pretending to be mad at me because Sean said Karl was my best friend.

"What happened to Blue Boi Buddies, huh?!" He exclaimed.

"Neither of our hair is even blue anymore!" You argued back.

You were in reactor with him when Corpse and Poki walked in. He hit the lights and you took it as a sign to double kill. He killed Poki, you killed Ethan, and the two of you made your way to electrical to help fix lights.

You and Corpse went the opposite direction of reactor after the lights were fixed, Karl going with you.

Poki's body was reported. That double kill only left you, Corpse, Sean, Karl and Bretman. You only needed two more kills.

"I still think it's Karl and (Y/n)," Sean said quickly.

"I was with (Y/n) the whole time," Corpse said, "In fact, I think it's you."

"That does make sense. Why so quick to accuse others, Sean?" You ask.

"It's not me!" He yelled.

"I actually agree with Corpse and (Y/n)," Bretman said.

"I was with you!"

We all voted for Sean, him voting for Karl. Sean was ejected.

When you load into spawn, you wait for the kill cool down and kill Bretman, saving Karl.

"Victory" appeared on your screen.

"God damn it!" Sean yelled.

"Good job, (Y/n)," Corpse said lowly.

You smiled, a slight blush on your cheeks, "You too Corpse."

"Their voices go together and they're a fuckin dream team? What have i done...," Felix sighed.

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A few more games went by. Most of them you and Corpse spent together, whether you were both crewmates or if one of you was imposter.

You really enjoyed his company and you actually got along with him pretty well.

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"(Y/n), before we get serious, I have one question to ask you." Corpse said as both of your characters stopped.

"What's that?" You giggled.

"Do you know Bingus?"

"Bingus? As in, our lord and savior, Bingus?"

You could hear the smile in his voice, "It's settled, you're my wife now."

This made both of you laugh and your chat go crazy.

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Eventually, people had to start leaving. You said your goodbyes to everyone and left the discord call and the game.

You set stream to where it was just your face cam.

"Guys, what should we do now?"

You saw some people asking what time it was for you.

"It's 3 AM right now... I’m not tired though.” You had been streaming for a few hours; You never even noticed how late it got.

People in chat were yelling at you to go to sleep, making you chuckle.

“How about we do a quick QnA, then at 3:30 I go to bed. Deal?”

You watched as the chat filled with questions. They obviously seemed to like the idea.

“‘Who is your best friend? Karl or Ethan?’ Neither, Alex Quackity. Next question.” You answered quickly.

You laughed, “I’d like to clarify that that’s a joke, i love all my friends equally.”

You answered more questions. Some were from new viewers asking basic questions, some were about future streams and videos. 

“‘How do you feel about people shipping you and Corpse?’“ People are already shipping us?” You laughed, “I’ve said before that I’m okay with shipping, as long as the other person is too. I think it’s funny.”

You continued to read chat. “Wait, we’re trending?”

You checked Twitter and “#(your and corpse’s ship name)” was trending in the US.

You laughed as you scrolled through the tag, “Oh this is so funny.”

“Fanart already?! You guys are so talented!”

You read chat, looking for more questions. You saw people telling you that it’s 3:30.

“Okay fine, a deal’s a deal. I hope you all have, or had, a great day and I’ll see you guys later. Depending on what time it is for you, you should also get some sleep. Stay hydrated, love you!” You ended stream.

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You scrolled through Twitter as you laid in bed, liking fanart and dumb memes. Also replying to a few of your friends’ tweets.

karl :) @/KarlJacobs_

@/(your username) what the honk ?

*clip of you saying Quackity was your best friend*           

You liked the tweet and replied, “karl no,,, look away,,,”

You continued scrolling, feeling your eyes get droopy. Your eyes fell closed but quickly opened when your phone vibrated. It was a DM. 

From Corpse.

You two had followed each other earlier.

Corpse: hey (y/n), just wanted to say you’re really cool and i’d love to play again with you soon 

You smiled, a light blush spreading across your cheeks, and replied.

You: i’d love to, corpse

Corpse: ok, see you soon ‘wife’

You: back at ya, ‘husband”

Corpse: :)

You: :)

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

COSMIC - S1:E3; Chapter Three, Holly, Jolly - [Pt. 3]

A Will Byers x Male!Reader Series

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘠/𝘯, 𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘋𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭. 𝘈 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳.

|| 𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

Hopper pulls up to the library, thankful to get a spot up front. He steps out of the vehicle and makes his way inside, Powell behind him.

Hopper takes off his hat as he enters the building, making sure to send a big smile to the librarian.

"Hey, Marissa. How you doin'?"

The disapproving look on Marissa's face never left as she spoke.

"You have a lot of nerve showing up here."

"What?"

"You could have at least called, said, 'Marissa! Hey, it's not gonna work out. Sorry, I wasted your time. I'm a dick.'"

Powell was unsure of what to do; he looked from Marissa to Hopper, waiting.

Hopper only stares ahead for a moment, unsure of what to say. Finally, with a subtle smirk, he mutters,

"Yep."

She looks to him, shaking her head expectantly. He seemed at a loss for words again as he shook his head.

"I'm sorry. Uh... Maybe we could go out again next week?" He offers, hoping for the best. She slowly turns her head to Powell and gives him a 'is he for real?' look. In turn, Powell slowly looks over to Hopper awkwardly. Hopper, already knowing he chose his words poorly, visibly cringed, and was eager to change the subject.

"Newspapers? You guys got newspapers around here?"

Marissa had shown them over to the filing cabinet and started pulling out drawers, naming the selections.

"We have the New York Times, the Post, all the big ones. Organized by year and topic. You can find the corresponding microfiche in the reading room." She briefly gestures behind her.

"Okay, we're looking for anything on the Hawkins National Laboratory."

"Well, shouldn't you be looking for that missing kid?"

"Yeah." He states as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "We are."

She nods her head, suspicious.

"Uh, so, why don't you start with the Times, and we'll check out the Post."

Marissa scoffs and looks behind her to Powell, unsure if he's serious. She turns back to Hopper and lets out a soft 'hmph!' before strutting away. Powell steps forward and lowers his voice in a questioning tone.

"The librarian?"

Hopper shrugs wildly before diving into the drawers of files.

The two men had gathered a handful of files and set to work in the other room. Each at their own microfiche, reading every column.

Hopper scanned another column that caught his attention.

'ALLEGED EXPERIMENTS, ABUSE' by T. Bridges.

"Terry Ives' legal case against embattled research scientist Dr. Martin Brenner suffered another setback today when the district attorney's office formally refused to press criminal charges against Brenner, his fellow researchers, assistants, or the project's sponsors, citing lack of evidence. Local law enforcement executed a search..."

Next column.

'MKULTRA EXPOSED' by T. Bridges

"The trust of the American people has been shaken to its core as a special inquiry into a covert CIA operation, code-named MK ULTRA, has exposed the extensive details about that which has been haunting the nation for the past decade. Six subjects have come forward..."

This particular column was accompanied by a negative of seven people. Five of which were slightly disheveled, in hospital gowns. A man in a turtleneck and blazer stood obediently in the back. A man in a fancy suit and tie, holding a clipboard stood front and center. A man with whom Hopper guessed to be Brenner.

Next slide.

'DR. MARTIN BRENNER NAMED IN LAWSUIT' by A. Ward - Staff Writer

"Senior researcher Doctor Martin Brenner and seven other staff researchers have been named in a new lawsuit filed today on behalf of former federal research study participant, Terry Ives. Dr. Brenner's attorney in conjunction with the Department of Energy has asked the circuit court to seal the details of the lawsuit until the attorney general's office can determine that no federal..."

Hopper found himself more engrossed and confused as he read.

"...her newborn daughter for scientific research. Following an investigation, the district attorney has already declined to press criminal kidnapping charges against the research facility and staff, citing lack of evidence. Dr. Brenner's attorney called Ms. Ives' allegations baseless and tragic, citing Dr. Brenner's excellent reputation, his twenty recent peer-reviewed scientific papers..."

The next slide was a short column with another accompanying photo. Although the picture was small and blurry, it wasn't hard to see the grief-stricken features on the young woman.

TERRY IVES SUING - 'They took my daughter' by Benjamin Buck

"After the district attorney's office declined to press criminal charges citing lack of evidence, local resident Terry Ives is not giving up her search for justice for herself and her daughter, and this morning filed a lawsuit against research scientist Dr. Martin Brenner and his staff.

Ms. Ives' suit seeks unspecified damages against Dr. Brenner and his facility, alleging physical abuse, sleep deprivation, malnourishment, and multiple allegations of kidnapping; both attempted and successful..."

Hopper sighed, trying his best to swallow all of this new information.

'What the hell has been happening in this damn town?'

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Three. One. Five. The numbers on the strange new bracelet read three one five.

Thankfully, El was able to find her way back outside by the large telephone pole where Mike told her to meet them. But El was still nervous. She just hoped no one had spotted her.

El couldn't find it in her ability to stay still. She couldn't stop pacing and she was subconsciously shaking out her hands, her nerves shot.

'What if someone saw her?'

She eagerly checked the bracelet, muttering aloud to herself.

"Three-one-five. Three-one-five. Three-one-five..." her voice turned soft as her confidence wavered. The only thing that was able to take her attention away from the bracelet was the familiar sound of meowing next to her.

Shocked, she looked over to see a scrawny orange cat staring at her from the other side of the fence. It began to meow again and panic and guilt crashed over her as once again another terrible memory resurfaced.

- 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 -

The white cat in the cage before Eleven let out a terrible hiss at her. Her head began to shake as she strained her ability. The combination of the cat growling and hissing and the frantic beeping of the machines was enough to push her even further.

She didn't want to. She never wanted to hurt this poor creature. But she knew that if she didn't, she would have to face the consequences. She would have to go back there. The cat gave out another deep growl and Eleven tried to the best of her ability not to cry. Not to break.

The cat began snarling, and it quickly turned to whimpers of pain. Eleven was freely crying now as she looked between the frightened cat and Papa. She gave one final look at the cat before yanking the wires off her head in defeat.

No. She couldn't.

She wouldn't.

She looked at Papa defeated. She shook her head in defiance, though her sobbing gave away her true feelings. He only stared at her in disapproval.

"No! No!" She struggled and kicked. She fought back with all her might while Papa stood at the end of the hallway. Doing nothing.

"Papa! Papa! Papa! Papa! Papa!" She screamed her throat raw as the men dragged her away, yet as always Papa only watched it happen.

"No!" Her shrieks grew more violent as she neared the room.

She couldn't go back in there.

She couldn't.

The men tossed her inside and began closing the door.

She wouldn't.

Eleven stood to her feet and before they could close the steel door, she threw it open in a fit of rage, her attention quickly shifting to one of the men doing this her. In the very next instant, his back was thrown into the ceramic just behind him. His limp body slipped to the floor, leaving a large hole in the tile.

The second man spared a second to look before turning to her to try and restrain her.

Before he could even step foot in the room, he was dead on the floor, his neck snapped. All with the flick of her head.

Overwhelmed with exhaustion, she collapsed against the wall, her nose and ears bleeding.

Papa appeared. He took one look at the cracked wall, to the collapsed man, and then at Eleven. Yet she couldn't move. She was completely drained, all she could do was stare at him. He slowly stepped towards her, staring at her.

She looked up at him in fear of what would happen next, and what did was not something she could have anticipated. He slowly reached his hands out, cupping her face. Sobs wracked her body, and he stared at her in awe.

"Incredible."

He reached down, hooking an arm under her legs, th arried her like an infant. He carried her out of the room and down the hallway, staring at her sobbing form as if he hadn't been the one to cause it.

- 𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 -

"El!"

El turned her head to see Mike, Y/n, Lucas and Dustin. They were walking their bikes across the muddy grass in her direction.

Mike looked to her concerned as he, as well as the others, turned their bikes around.

"You okay?"

Relieved to see her friends, she nodded her head.

Mike gave the seat of his bike a few pats.

"Hop on. We only have a few hours."

Hesitantly, she walked forward. But she complied nonetheless and got on Mike's bike, and the five of them peddled off.

|| 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

The five us were walking our bikes through the woods. Dustin and Lucas were in the back, while Mike and El were just a few steps in front of me. El was looking around as she walked and suddenly I felt her eyes on me. I suddenly became very self-conscious of my cut.

I got it to stop bleeding eventually, but I don't know how I will ever explain this to Mom. She worries so easily. And, I don't think I have ever had a cut this big but I'll survive. My thoughts are cut short when I become very aware of the fact that El had fallen back next to me and was now looking at me with concern.

"Why did they hurt you?" Her voice came out very soft but was laced with concern.

"Huh?" I asked surprised.

El extended her arm out and pointed to my chin. I looked down, upset with how things went today.

"Oh, that. I uh, well... I was tripped. By this mouth breather, Troy."

Her face scrunched up in confusion.

"'Mouth breather?'"

"Yeah. You know, a dumb person,"

I suddenly grew quiet, and El noticed.

"Y/n, are you okay?"

I paused. "Yeah. Yeah, it'll be ok." I said.

I knew what she meant but I didn't think it was noteworthy to bring up how I was feeling.

"Y/n." I turn to look at her and she is giving me a knowing look. "Friends tell the truth."

I began to fight tears that were stinging my eyes, but I wouldn't let them fall.

"I just... I just miss him. Will, I mean. And the things Troy was saying..." I began feeling myself get worked up again at the mere thought of it. "They were awful. Truly awful, and I just... I'm tired. And worried. And I just want to find my friend."

There was suddenly a somber silence over the group that was quickly broken by El's soothing tone.

"Y/n," she said sternly, pulling my eyes to her. There was a soft demand behind her eyes, willing my gaurd down. "I understand."

I looked at her, a grateful smile on my features and my voice came out in a weak whisper.

"Thank you, El."

She gave me a warm smile in return. It very much resembled the one I gave her the first night we met. It was at this moment I knew. I had just found myself a very unique and powerful friendship; one that stood out from my friendship with the party.

El and I have a lot more in common than I thought.

[twstarchives]

Let Me Go!!

Card: Dorm Uniform - SSR Characters: Epel, Rook, Vil, Idia

Chapter 1

—INTERIOR HALLWAY—

Epel: Um... This is where the film studies club meets, right?

—CLASSROOM—

Epel: Excuse me...

Rook: Hello, Epel-kun! I see Vil asked you to lend a hand here.

Epel: I’d say it’s more like I was forced... Did he ask you too?

Rook: I’m helping on my own accord. The pleasure is all mine if I’m able to be with Vil.

(Clap, clap!)

Vil: Film studies club! Everyone gather around.

I’m going to discuss the details for when we begin our next student-produced film.

I’ll hand out the script first. Everyone, take one each.

Epel: Whoa, this script is so thick. They must really go all out with their activities here...

Vil: The next film we’re producing will be about time travel.

It’s set in the present day. The students of Night Raven College use a time machine...

And travel to the era of the Great Seven’s Fairest Queen of All.

Rook: The era of the Fairest Queen of All... How très bien!

What a fascinating idea, don’t you think, Epel-kun?

Epel: Hah... I guess.

Vil: The leading role is still undecided. I’ll let you know once I’ve chosen them.

Now, the time machine is the key item in this story... Epel!

Epel: ! Yes?!

Vil: I’m putting you in charge of designing it.

Epel: What?! I-I’m just the help. Why am I in charge of something so important...?

Vil: I’ve deemed you the most suitable for this.

Epel: (What gave him that idea?! I’ve never designed anything in my life. I want to say no...)

Vil: The time machine will use a magical wheel as a base. You’ll be customizing the exterior.

This way, we can shoot driving scenes.

Epel: You said magical wheel...?!

Vil: Yes. I’ve already arranged for one to use in our shooting.

I’ve asked Ignihyde’s dorm leader, Idia, to modify it, so you will work with him to complete it.

Epel: Got it!

Vil: ...You sounded very genuine there. Well, if you’re feeling motivated now, then that’s fine.

The theme of the time machine’s design should be “something beautiful and fitting for the setting.”

Your deadline is in three days at noon. Is that clear?

Epel: Yes, Vil-san!

(I was so reluctant about having to help out the film studies club... but I didn’t expect there to be a magical wheel involved!)

(That feeling of the passenger becoming one with the vehicle as they ride on... Just watchin’ it gets me all excited.)

(Maybe if I made a design that makes Vil-san’s jaw drop, he’d even let me take it for a test run.)

(Okay, I’m gonna do my best!!)

—IGNIHYDE DORM - LOUNGE—

Epel: I’m Epel, a first-year from Pomefiore. You’re Idia-san, right? Let’s work hard together.

Idia: Ugh... The glittery Pomefioran is here, hurray...

O-Oh, um... Vil-shi explained everything to me. We’ll use this lounge to work...

Epel: Okay, thank you.

Oh, that’s the magical wheel we’re going to modify there next to you, right? It’s so cool...!!

Idia: Hah... I only agreed to this ‘cause Vil-shi said he’d compensate me...

But working with other people... really makes me irritated by the second.

I need to finish this and go back to my room ASAP before my sanity gauge runs out.

Epel: (I know Vil-san’s taste pretty well since he’s been training me for months ever since I enrolled here.)

(I need to aim for a fancy design that goes with the setting and also satisfies Vil-san.)

Idia-san. Let’s do our best designing this magical wheel...!

Idia: Yeah. Let’s get this done as fast as we can...

Chapter 2

—IGNIHYDE DORM - LOUNGE—

Epel: It took all night... but it’s done! Idia-san, the coloring for the magical wheel is all finished.

Idia: Congrats on getting it done. You told Vil-shi you’d show it to him once it was finished, right? Shouldn’t you call him?

And end this so I can be alone.

Epel: Yes, I’ll go do that!

Epel: Here’s the magical wheel, painted to look like a time machine.

The design was inspired by the peacock engraved into the Fairest Queen of All’s favorite chair.

Vil: ......

Epel: Um... Vil-san?

Vil: Epel. Are you satisfied with this design?

Epel: What do you mean, am I satisfied...?

Vil: I ordered you to design something “beautiful and fitting for the setting.”

However, this piece conveys nothing from the creator’s heart.

You wouldn’t consider this design “beautiful,” would you?

Epel: ...! Well, I...

Vil: To me, this looks like you only tried to match the setting.

Redo it, Epel. And don’t think about coming back to the dorm until it’s finished.

Epel: What?! Vil-san, wait a seco— ...He’s gone.

...Dammit! How can he be angry that I made it exactly as he said...?!

But I get to work with a magical wheel, which I love so much. No way am I giving up after failing once!

I need to make something that I think is beautiful, that matches the setting,

And something that would make Vil-san satisfied, right?

I’m gonna do it!!

...... But what would that be...?

—IGNIHYDE DORM - IDIA’S ROOM—

Idia: Hehee! I got that kitty accessory I wanted! It’s a rare strength item that boosts my speed by 100!

Hehehe, now, the boss from this ultra-hard quest... You should tremble in fear of my dodging power.

(Running footsteps!)

        (Epel barges in)

Epel: Idia-san!

Idia: Eee! E-E-E-E-Epel-shi! It’s rude to come into someone’s room without knocking!

Epel: Oh... S-Sorry.

It’s just, we have to redo the time machine...

Idia: Hah? He rejected that flashy design?

Epel: Yeah... So please help me make it over again!

Idia: (I can’t believe Vil-shi. He should’ve done this himself if he was going for something specific. Why’d he leave it to someone else?)

(I can’t stand them taking away my gaming time anymore. I gotta get this done now and chase out Epel-shi...)

H-Hey, Epel-shi. Do you have anything you’re good at?

Epel: Huh? Why are you asking?

Idia: ‘Cause wouldn’t this get done faster if Vil-shi just made it himself instead of having you make it over again?

But he still put you up to it... So shouldn’t you consider that maybe you’ve got some kind of secret talent?

In online games, leveling up skills you’re good at makes getting through the game easier.

Epel: But I’m just good at things like carving apples. I can’t really use that in desig——

(...Hm? Apples...?)

I figured it out!!

Idia: Ee! I-I-It scares me when you yell out of nowhere! Wh-What did you figure out?

Epel: I figured out what I can make that’s as beautiful and fitting for the setting as I can!

Idia: I-I’m glad to see you came up with an idea. Well, let’s get on with it then.

Epel: Huh? But you stayed up all night last night. Are you sure you shouldn’t rest a little...?

Idia: Heh, staying up all night is nothing to me. I stan a group of idols who look elderly but with hearts eternally 17...

And even Moirai on the Edge can do live performances for 72 hours straight.

We’ll prevail over this ultra-hard quest!

Epel: M-Moi...rai? I-I don’t know what that means, but let’s work hard!

(This time, we’ll make a design that Vil-sanーno, that anyone would approve of!)

Chapter 3

ーーThe day the time machine is due.

???: ...el... Epel!

—IGNIHYDE DORM - LOUNGE—

Epel: *Yawns*...?

Huh? Ahh! When did I go to sleep?! And Vil-san, what’re you doin’ here?

Vil: Your deadline is today at noon, so I came to check up on how you were doing. Honestly, I cannot believe you were sprawled out asleep on the floor.

So? Have you finished the time machine?

Epel: Oh... I did. Take a look at this!

There’s a story where the Fairest Queen of All made a poisoned apple, right?

So this time, I used that as my inspiration.

The color of the whole body represents a ripe, red, shining apple.

Like one you reach out to take without even realizing it... Anyway, I made sure it looked delicious!

Vil: Hmm... Go on.

Epel: Right. The other thing I worked especially hard on was this design that’s hidden when the machine is stopped, and only gets revealed when it starts up.

I’ll turn it on to let you see.

Vil: ! You painted the tire kept inside... Is that a skull?

Epel: Yes! One of the stories mentioned that a skull rose up before the poisoned apple the Queen made turned red...

So I added a symbol that can’t be seen from the outside unless you start it up.

This time machine is as “beautiful and fitting for the setting” as I can make it right now!

Vil: ...Allow me to ask you one thing. Why did you change to a poisoned apple?

Epel: Um... When I tried to use a peacock in my design, I honestly couldn’t tell if it was good or bad...

But then I thought, no one would be able to resist a design that makes apples look appealin’...!!

Vil: ......

...Heh. You finally came up with a design that reflects you.

Epel: ...! Yeah!

Vil: Now, I will leave you with the keys to this magical wheel.

Epel: Huh? Why me?

Vil: I’m heading back to our set. You’ll deliver the machine to the film studies club yourself.

You have until noon to bring it, just as we discussed. Don’t be late. Understood?

        (Vil leaves)

Epel: ...If he was in such a rush, he could’ve just taken it himself... Wait, hold on?!

Does this mean I can ride it back to the set... maybe?

AHH~! ALL RIGHT!!

Idia: Ugh... Epel-shi, you’re too loud... Your voice is ringing through my sleep-deprived head...

Epel: Oh! S-Sorry, Idia-san.

I’ve always wanted a magical wheel... And I get to ride one I designed myself. I just can’t believe it...

Alright, let’s get to the school building!

—MAIN STREET—

Film Studies Student A: Hm...? What’s that? There’s something coming towards us from the front gate.

Rook: That is a magical wheel. And the one driving it is... Monsieur Cherry Apple, Epel-kun.

Film Studies Student A: It’s so glossy, like a real apple... And his Pomefiore uniform looks so nice. It’s beautiful!

Film Studies Student B: Driving that machine, Epel-kun’s got a radiance that’s different from his usual frail beauty.

Film Studies Student C: Yeah. That piercing cold look and his unconsciously curled-up lips... I’m so drawn to it; I can’t look away.

Rook: Did you hear that, Vil? Everyone is praising Epel-kun!

Vil: Hehe, these potatoes’ reactions are perfect.

Epel: Oh... There he is! Vil-san! Just as promised, I’m here to deliver this.

Let me stop the machine... Okay. Well, I’ll get going now.

Vil: Hold it, Epel. Stay right there.

Film studies club, your attention! I have an announcement to make regarding our next film.

For our undecided leading role... I’ve decided to cast Epel right here.

Epel: Wh... What?!

Vil: You all saw how he looked riding that time machine, yes?

I believe there’s no better person out there more suited for this role. Are there any objections?

Rook: It’s true, the sight of him riding that time machine up here almost felt like a scene from a movie.

Film Studies Student B: Yeah! Hats off to you for how dashing you looked. I’ll let you have my seat today.

Epel: W-Wait a second. I thought I was just helping with the design——

Vil: I’ve already made up my mind. I’ll thoroughly train you to be an actor, so do prepare yourself.

Now, you must do a costume fitting. Costume committee, take Epel to our club room.

Costume Committee: Okay!

Epel: I-I still haven’t said anything about doing th—let me go!!

Vil: ...I see now how drastically the sparkle in his eyes changes depending on whether he’s interested or not. Honestly. He’s a difficult apple to deal with.

Rook: Epel-kun was shining like a completely different person than he was yesterday, yes...

But perhaps were you anticipating this finale from the start?

Vil: Well, now. Who’s to say?

[villxinmiixx]

story time vent

i won’t lie. i‘m the only one in my family that’s capable of genuinely apologizing and meaning it without taking something after or put it aside afterwards, i’m the only one that can apologize that actually regrets it.

( warning; this is kind of stereotyping zodiac signs, abuse, mentions of wanting to commit, etc.)

my mom is never capable of apologizing since she’s a scorpio, they’re strong and ruthless; she always thinks she’s in the right. therefore she never apologizes.

my dad is capable of apologizing as long as the other person apologizes first, he’s a sagitarrius and according to google; they’re very stubborn.

and finally my older sister, an aries; she apologizes just so she can take something from me, or want something from me, make me do the chores, etc.

i’m a libra.

can you see it? no? okay, i’ll explain.

i’m weak, google says libras aren’t; and they probably aren’t weak actually! it’s just how i was raised.

my dad raised me to think abuse isn’t wrong because he made the word abuse; to discipline, it’s actually very normal for filipino parents to hit their children and abuse them, not much people speak up about it though.

there was incident one time i was about to twelve years old, my dad accidentally hit my cousin when he tried hitting me with a bamboo stick, i’m not gonna say all the details but yeah.

the police went to our house and questioned my older cousin from my dad’s side if my dad was inside the house; all the lights were off and i was video calling a friend that time, i was showing her what was happening outside when an officer realized my phone was peaking out through a window.

my cousin went inside and told me to go downstairs and talk to the officer since it was clear someone was recording the whole ordeal inside; i went down to talk to the lady (she wasn’t the officer that saw my phone) and she asked if my dad was inside, i told her my dad left at around four pm and i didn’t see him afterwards.

she explained to me what he did was considered abuse and asked me how many years has he have been doing the abuse, i stood there shaking. what he did to me? was abuse?

my neighbors, the left one was (none of these are their real names, kind of.) tita (aunt) el, nanay (mother, but in my family we call our mom’s mother nanay and older women around their 50’s and above.) and i forgot this guy’s name he’s probably around my age he’s just so tall that i thought he was sixteen. let‘s call him ekoy. saw everything probably, but the only one i saw at the time was nanay.

i always pictured my dad to be a loving father, i always pictured my family to be a happy and wealthy family with no problems; but ever since that day i couldn’t see them as the same family i once saw them as; i saw my dad as the main abuser, i saw my mom as the verbal abuser, and i saw my sister as the one who hates me the most and wants me dead.

i could never speak up to my parents no matter how much i tried, i was scraed; each time i tried to talk to my mom about my feelings my chest deepens and my voice goes hoarse, i start tearing up and start to be unable to breathe.

my family never allowed me to speak up for myself.

i was raised weak and will most likely stay weak, no matter how hard i tried, i was raised this way; and i’m unable to change that fact.

i hold the most expectations from the family, the one that gets yelled at for having low grades.

last year i wrote on a piece of paper that i wanted to die and showed it to my dad, he told my mom and i overheard her say “jusko, gusto mag pakamatay ka jan.” (i’m not translating this.) and she went upstairs and barged into my room where i was normally at, she yelled at me on why i wanted to kill myself over chores.

do you see that? over chores? OVER FUCKING CHORES?

apparently my mom doesn’t know what a mental health is.

so she yelled at me, pointed at my wrist, screamed at me, told me to die, and said she‘s supposed to be the one that wants to die.

as i’m writing this tears are actually falling from my face, cuz’ i can remember it so clearly; since i still use the room that i was told to literally kill myself.

after she was done yelling at me, i was still crying and wiping my tears away; she asked me if i wanted food.

people would think that’s how she’s apologizing, i don’t know; i said sure and she said she’ll buy ice cream and left my room.

i can’t explain how much it’s literally so hard for me to say this without just using caps and not making any sense.

i’m trying to calm down since i’m actually fucking sobbing, and these walls are thin, they’d easily hear me and assume my sister was to blame.

when i told my mom and dad i wanted to quit school she blamed my cousin and sister.

i literally cant fucking see hwta ik fucking tyoing anymore im just full out sobhing.

this shit happends because of me, OF ME, that’s why my family fucking hates me. hecause im the center of the dman attention; DO THEY REALLY THINK I WANTED THIS?l dO THEY REALLY THINGK I WANTED TO BE THE FUCKIGN RFVAORITE??? I DIDN’t aSK FOR THIS, I NEVER WANTED ANYONE TO BE THE BLAME FOR HOW I FEEL.

i have to act like im fucking okay just so no one gets the fucking blame. so you think the favorites don’t have feelings? cool. some dont some do. just so you know. just because their the favorite doesn’t always mean they wanted to fucking be.