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CRIMSON AND CLOVER: CHAPTER THREE

" You know, you're not what I thought you'd be like ”

▸ summary: winter ends and so do relationships ▸ characters: robin buckley, eddie munson, & steve harrington 💕 (ft. dustin henderson and jonathan byers) ▸ word count: 13.7k ▸ warnings: SEMI-SMUT (18+MINORS DNI) handjob, & angst ▸ series masterlist

DECEMBER (CONTINUED..)

“You’re kidding me.”

“I am not, Jonathan!” you hissed, looking down the hall. When there was no sign of anyone else coming out of their rooms, you continued on. “I just..left.”

“But why would you just..that doesn’t make sense! Tell me from the beginning again.”

Sighing, you sat down in the chair by the kitchen phone. It had been over an hour now of venting to Jonathan and because he’s currently hopped-up on whatever his friend Argyle supplied him, it’s taking longer to explain everything to him.

“Fine, but this is the last time.”

“Last time, promise.”

You go over the events that happened at the end of the night you spent at Steve’s. It was a bit painful to explain it in detail again but you really needed some advice from your friend. “..And when I looked back, he was standing there. Note in hand and everything.”

“Christ.” he sighed, “And since then you two haven’t talked?”

“I called him when I got home that afternoon. Other than that we’ve been thankfully busy. Mostly just school and then work. But I’ve switched with Keith a couple of times to avoid the long hours.”

“You really know how to put on the theatrics, don’t you?”

“Seriously?” you gaped, looking at the receiver as if it insulted you and not your friend on the other line. “I’m doing anything for theatrics. I’m literally trying to get out of possibly another fight.”

“Yeah, which surely won’t happen the next time you see each other again.”

“I’m sort of hoping it'll resolve itself by then.” he went silent for a moment and you knew that he was possibly coming to his own thoughts on it. “Don’t you think?”

“I’m thinking you’re not gonna like what I have to say.”

“I’m sure I can handle it. Just give it to me.”

He sighed softly, seeming to be more nervous at your request. But he spoke up either way. “I think you’re in the wrong for asking that much from Steve.”

“..you’re right. I’m hanging up.”

“Would you let me finish?” Jonathan chuckled before he turned serious again. “I get where you’re coming from. I know that in your head it’s just logical for the guy with no official ties there to just leave and go with you.”

“Good, you get it.”

“But,” he continued on. “I also think it’s wrong for you to assume it'd be easy. Steve Harrington has lived in Hawkins his whole life and despite any complaining he might have done to you at some point, a small part of him is gonna be scared shitless to just leave the comforts of home.”

You frowned at your friend’s words. Hating that a small part of you felt like what you were hearing was right. “But I left home. I haven’t lived there in almost three years..”

“And I’m sure if your parents asked you to come back you’d tell them no, right?”

“I—“ the answer died on your tongue. At this point you weren’t sure what you’d actually say to a question like that. While Hawkins the place wasn’t your home, the people that inhabited it were. And you didn’t think you could give up any one of them. Especially Steve.

“I know it sucks not to have things go your way. But sometimes you gotta take the curveballs life throws at you and do something else.”

“Something else?” you frowned. “But..what about the relationship? The feelings we worked on getting out..all that was just for nothing? All because we let fear get in the way of progressing it?”

Jonathan sighed and you can practically envision him with his hand on his hips right now. “Who says you guys are supposed to progress together? What if there’s changes along the way?..Look this is definitely something you should talk to Steve about. But, if this were me in the situation. I’d just do what my heart thinks is right. Even if it’s to the disappointment of others. Just do what makes you happy, you know?”

The thought about what makes you happy was easy to answer. It was Steve. He was the only thing these days that made you the most happy. But Jonathan was right, if you truly went with what you wanted, some people along the way might get hurt.

“Henderson? You still there?”

“I’m here I’m just..” you sighed. You were about to ask about his thoughts on taking a gap year when the sound of a car engine cut you off. Dragging the phone and long cord with you, you peeked through the window to see Steve parking in your driveway. “Shit.” you whispered. “Can I call you back later?”

“What? Why? Is Steve there?”

“Yes,” you muttered, looking as he seemed to be talking to himself in the car. “I think he must have heard you lecturing me.”

“Good. The two of you need to seriously sort your shit out. Anyway, Argyle is gonna come over tonight. He has this new album he wants to show me.”

“Fine, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“All right, sounds good. And look..just hear him out. Maybe he’s going through something we don’t know about, okay?”

The two of you muttered out a quick goodbye before dropping the phone back down. Grabbing your thick coat off the coat rack, you quickly made your way out the door. Closing it up behind you with a swift thud as Steve had just made his way out of his car.

“Oh, hey.” he said nervously. “Guess you heard me coming in.”

“Yeah.” you said plainly. “I was by the door anyway..”

The two of you slowly moved towards each other. His usually confident demeanor faltered as he approached. His eyes, usually warm when looking at you, had a dull shine. Snow crunched beneath your boots as you both met in the middle of the driveway. It made your stomach twist to know that the two of you were not only nervous but awkward with each other. Even when you hated Steve you never felt this bad.

“I missed you.” He said softly, reaching a hand out to place on your arm. “I missed you all week actually.”

“I missed you too.” you said softly, not even realizing that amidst the trouble, there was the need to see him again until he was before you now. Your eyes caught sight of a little patch of green peeking out from his shirt. Reaching forward you pull down his coat to expose the familiar tacky vest from work. “You came from work..”

He chuckled a bit, nodding his head before he unzipped his coat, exposing the rest of the vest to you.“Yeah, I did. Would have come sooner, but I was sort of building up the courage.”

That tugged at your heart a bit and you reached out to cup at his cheek. Rubbing with your thumb soothingly. “You should never be afraid to talk to me..”

He reached up to place his hand on top of yours, a small smile on his face. “Never. I’ll always want to talk to you..it was getting you to talk to me that made me nervous.”

Sighing, you look down to the ground. Not sure how the two of you were going to approach this. But things couldn’t continue this way. Turning your attention back to Steve, you give him what you hope came off as reassurance. “I’m listening..”

Changing your hand to lace together, he led you over so that the two of you could lean against your Aunt’s car. Shading you under the roof of the parking spot and also placing you closer to his side.

“I have a small confession.” he murmured, moving his other free hand into his pocket. “I did come with other intentions than just talking.”

You watched as he dug out a small box from his pocket. The size was oddly too familiar with something else but he quickly opened it up before you could question it. Peering down, you looked inside to find a beautiful gold necklace.

“Steve,” you softly gasped. “It’s not even Christmas yet.”

“Humor me.” he said before reaching in. He pulled at the chain until he was able to dangle the center of the necklace to you. A small letter ‘S’ shined back at you. Nudging at your shoulders, he gently turned you around so that he could place the necklace around your neck, quickly locking it on.

Turning back to face him, the two of you glanced down at the accessory. It was a perfect fit. And though you’ve never been one to have your boyfriend’s name be proudly displayed for others to see, the small little S made your heart beat faster.

“I've, uh, wanted to give that to you for some time now.” he said, clearing his throat. Almost nervously. “That box has been sitting in my sock drawer since the summer, honestly.”

“The summer?” you asked, “Why?”

“Remember that night before we were stuck in the elevator?”

You couldn’t help but smile a bit at the memory. It was the night that cemented your feelings for Steve. “Yeah,” you nodded. “There was that mess on the roof, then I got upset and you came over to cheer me up..it was perfect.”

Steve smiled at that, nodding his head in agreement.

“That night changed everything for me.” He reached up to cup the side of your face, eyes boring down to yours when he suddenly turned serious. “I wanted to tell you I loved you a thousand times that night. But seeing as we weren’t there yet, I settled for trying to make a grand gesture sort of thing.”

“You’ve loved me since that night?”

“I’ve loved you since Prom, Honey.”

Your jaw slacked at the small confession. Unsure how you could have missed at all that Steve’s feelings for you had been that serious then. Prom had been the first time in months since the two of you kissed and he felt that strongly then?

His hand reached out to hold the necklace, brushing his fingers lightly over the letter before he let go. “I got this the next day. Right in Starcourt.” he said, voice tinged with some sort of fondness. “Was gonna give it to you right when you entered the store, but then..”

“I came from Billy’s attack.” you finished, reaching up to hold onto the necklace. “You wanted to give me this since then?”

“I wanted to give it to you as a way to ask you to be my girl,” he looked down at the ground sadly. “But I guess now I’m giving it to you, to ask if you’re still my girl?”

You breath hitched at his words. It would seem leaving didn’t just prevent a fight from happening, but also put in a whole new worry for Steve. “I’m always gonna be your girl, Steve.” you said softly, reaching over to grab hold of his hand.

“Then why does it feel like I’m about to lose you?”

“You don’t have to lose me, Steve.” You sighed, letting go to lean back against the car. “In fact, I think me asking you to come with me proved otherwise.”

He straightened his composer, lips pursing at your words before he glanced up at you. “I told you, I can’t go with you. Not when I feel like I still need to be here.”

“I don’t get it, Steve.” You scoffed, pushing your hair away from your face. “How can you easily give me this necklace, talk about loving me for so long only to let me leave without even thinking about coming with me.”

“I can love you and know where I want to go, Trouble. It’s pretty easy to do both things.” He frowned, crossing his arms over his chest. “What I don't get is how you can love me back but be upset that I want to stay here. Why is long distance out of the question?”

“Because long distance isn’t feasible for us, Steve!” You moved to stand before him, peering up at his face better. “How can you and I, the same two people who sneak into each other’s houses in the dead of the night, the very people who are constantly touching each other, suddenly just deal with the next four years without seeing each other.”

“We’d see each other,” he pointed. “We’d have holidays, birthdays, and surprises. There’s ways we’d work things out.”

You sighed, meeting his intense gaze. "Those are only if we even get the chance to see each other. You’re forgetting that there are going to be nights where the both of us are tired from either work or school and we wouldn’t even have the comfort of having each other.”

He shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "I know but Hawkins is... it's my home. There's something here I can't just walk away from."

“But you’re willing to walk away from us? From me?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady from the sudden ache in your throat. “I thought we were a team. I thought we'd want the same things..”

He paced back and forth, unable to meet your gaze as he suddenly became torn. "My friends are here, my family is here.”

"Why do you insist on staying stuck in Hawkins? You have so much potential, Steve. You could go anywhere, do anything, but you're choosing not to."

The word slipped out before you could see the impact cut across Steve’s hurt face. It was the same word that Tommy had used just the other month and from Steve’s furrowed brows, you could tell it struck a nerve again.

"I'm not stuck, okay?” He gritted. “This is where I belong right now. I've got responsibilities here."

"Responsibilities? What about your own dreams, Steve? What about your future?" you pressed again, exasperated at the fact that almost a week later and he still wasn’t seeing it.

"I've got people here who rely on me here, despite what you want or think." he countered, a hint of defensiveness in his voice.

"But what about you? Have you ever thought about what you want?" you shot back, feeling the weight of the disagreement hit again.

He hesitated for a moment, eyes cast down on the ground before he could meet your gaze again. "Maybe I've never really thought about all of it. But I can't just up and leave everything behind.”

"It's not about leaving everything behind, Steve. It's about growing, exploring, finding your own path,"

There was a life for Steve outside of Hawkins. Outside of you, and though your main point was to have him explore that life with you, it was hurting to see that he didn’t want that for himself.

“Look, I know it’s new for me to not agree to what you want, but this isn’t by choice. Even when I was with Nancy, I told her the same thing. I’d stick around, make sure she was okay and work here. I wanna do that for everyone.”

Bringing up Nancy brought up a sour feeling that you shoved down. Knowing that in some way, this was Steve’s poor excuse. “I’m not Nancy Wheeler. Okay? I’m not gonna sit back and let the boy I love waste potential in a place that doesn’t deserve him.” you glared. “And in case you can’t tell, the others are all grown up now. They’re in high school, Robin is following up right after me in graduating. What happens when they’re all gone, Steve? Is that the time you figure out you wanna be with me?”

Steve circled back towards you, finger pointing over at you. “That’s not fair for you to say. You know I want you, God, it’s literally the one thing that’s been consistent since I met you. Why can’t you understand that me being here doesn’t mean I’m not with any plans of my own, huh? Why is it automatically your way or nothing?”

Tears welled up in your eyes the longer you stared at Steve. “Then tell me!” you cried out. Frustrated that you pushed him into thinking things had to go your way. “Tell me what it is you want! Because as far as I know it just sounds like excuses to not be with me!”

“I thought I made that clear a while ago. I want you, dammit!” he yelled, moving to gently place his hands on your shoulders. “Please, can we just pause this? I need some time to figure this out. Can we... can we take a break from this?"

You held your breath. Not quite ready to have Steve be so suddenly upset from all this. You couldn’t help but think back to what Jonathan warned you about. Steve wasn’t ready to leave this place. Even if you didn’t understand, it didn’t change how he felt. No matter how much you wished it would.

“What’s gonna change in the next six months, Steve? We fall even harder for each other and break up then? When are we finally gonna stop going in circles over this and realize we’re on different paths?”

“Different paths?” he asked softly, confusion over his face.

“Yeah,” you sniffled. “Different paths..”

His jaw slacked a bit and you tried to keep your composure tough but the realization is hitting harder than you thought it would. Before you know it, your vision of Steve is suddenly blurred by your tears and you’re swaying in place to keep from running back in the house to burst into a sob.

“Honey..”

“I think we want different things, Steve. I want to explore, grow, and I thought we'd do that together. But if you can't leave Hawkins..then I need to understand that I can't ask you to." Wiping at your eyes, your sight cleared up to catch his expression mirrored the same anguish you felt inside.“I never meant to push this choice onto you. Not when you weren’t ready. I want you to want things with me. But if you aren’t ready then I need to let you go..”

“Please,” he pleaded, “I love you.”

"I love you too," you whispered, ignoring the ice that was gripping onto your heart at the moment. "But if we keep this same argument months later..who knows what might happen. We might even grow to hate each other..”

He reached for your hand, desperation in his eyes as he pulled you closer. "We can work this out. We've been through so much worse than this."

"I know, but this is different," you said softly, pulling your hand away gently. "I feel like we both need to figure ourselves out.”

"I don't want to lose you," he pleaded, voice cracking.

"I don't want to lose you either," you admitted, tears streaming down your cheeks. "But I need to move forward. And I don’t think I can do that when I know there’s going to be pain in the future.”

He looked broken as he watched you take a step back. Hand twitching out to you before he brought it down to his side. "What... what do you want me to do?"

The words felt like knives, but they needed to be said. "I need you to let me go too, Steve..”

His eyes glistened with unshed tears, his silence speaking volumes. "So this is it?" he finally whispered. “After everything we’re just..over?”

“Please, Steve.” you pleaded softly. “Let me go too.”

his hand reached up to cup your cheek, his gaze searching into yours. "This is what you really want?" You nodded, feeling a lump form in your throat.

"Yes."

His lips met yours in a tender, bittersweet kiss, filled with all the love, and heartache that lingered between the two of you. It was a goodbye in itself, a lingering moment that you wished would go on for an eternity.

When you pulled back, you carefully reached up to return the necklace, feeling like you were the person least deserving to wear his sign of love. But Steve quickly reached out to stop your hands. Shaking his head as he carefully readjusted it on you.

“I’m– it’s yours. Regardless if we break up or not.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you clutched the necklace tightly. "Steve..."

"Please," he insisted softly. "You wanted me to make some decisions for myself? You keeping that is one of them.”

With a heavy heart, you watched as Steve stepped away from you. Hand reaching up to pinch at the side of his nose as he tried to conceal his emotions from coming through. It took everything in you to let him return back to his car.

You thought back to what Jonathan had said about doing what your heart thought was right. Even if it was to the disappointment of others.

Little did you know it’d be you who was disappointed in the end.

JANUARY (THREE WEEKS LATER)

It had been a long dead night over at Family Video. The soft radio playing from the speakers was the only noise between you and Robin for the past hour. Something you were a little grateful for considering the awkwardness that came in when you first clocked in for your night shift.

It was three weeks since that night in the driveway and things within your small group of friends had turned painfully stagnant. Whether it be from your three week reclusive approach, or Steve’s avoiding one. No one knew how to handle the break up. Hell, neither one of you would so why would your friends be able to?

But along with the sadness between you and Steve came the awkwardness with Robin. Stuck between being friends with the both of you. It wasn’t until a couple of days ago that she had slipped up about knowing the details of everything that happened. Causing your walls to momentarily come up around her.

But that happened over a week ago and you were really trying not to push away one of your newer friends all because of a bad breakup. Robin was nice to you before even knowing Steve personally. So with that in mind, you tried your best the whole night to be friendlier. Or as friendly as you could be. But that didn’t mean it was going to be easy.

Robin had restocked the snacks, you organized the return tapes, and then lastly the two of you worked together to set up a promo spot for tomorrow’s movie selections, All in record timing. Once Robin noticed you were slowly opening up again, she seemed to be keen to make up for the few awkward hours before.

“I don’t know how I feel about Weird Science.” Robin sighed, looking over the stack of movies facing the door. You set down the clipboard with the list of things to order for tomorrow to go join her on the other side of the counter.

“I know. But, considering we’ve got Fright Night and Teen Wolf up, it’s at least keeping with the whole sciencey-horror theme.”

“There’s absolutely nothing horror to do with Weird Science.” Robin scoffed as she adjusted one of the boxes, scrunching her nose over at the mini poster for Teen Wolf. “Keith’s gonna kill us.”

“It can be considered scary if you’re bad at Science?” you tried, looking back over to her. She had a knowing look on her face that had your confidence in the set up crumpling. “Okay, he might. But just say I did it.”

“Right.” she snorted. “It’s not like he’d ever tell you anything anyway.”

Reaching back for the stock list, you go over all the candies once more before sighing. It’s been a slow night and you weren’t looking forward to another hour here. But this was the life of a working teen and you were oddly still putting up with it.

Robin, who was quietly tidying up around the register, suddenly let out a loud gasp. “Oh no!” she said, reaching down the counter for her bag. You quickly left the candy area to join back at her side. Looking at her worriedly.

“What’s wrong?”

She pulled out a miniature calendar from her bag. Flipping through the pages rapidly until she landed on one with scribbled notes on it. “I completely forgot to write up the assignment needed for the Terminator’s class.”

The familiar name amused you momentarily before you glanced over her shoulder to see the circled date. “Shit.” you frowned, “How many pages do you need?”

“Just three, but I barely had my notes put together yesterday.” she looked through her bag for another notebook before flipping through them for a certain spot. “God I’m gonna have to pull an all-nighter after this.”

Glancing at your watch, you wince at the late hour. “You need more time.”

She ignored you momentarily to push back the notebook and calendar into her bag before coming back up. Biting her lip in worry. You couldn’t help but feel bad for your friend. Feeling the familiar panic of academic stress. Pushing the phone towards her, you nudge for her to take the receiver. “Call Steve to pick you up. Then at least you can get started sooner.”

“What?” she gaped, looking at the clock on the back wall. “No, I-I can’t do that! You’d be by yourself.”

“It’s fine, Robin.” you reassured her, pushing the handle into her hands. “Steve will get here fast, and you’ll at least get a big enough head start and maybe catch some hours of sleep before school.”

“No,” she shook her head. “I wouldn’t feel right leaving you by yourself. What if some creepy guy comes in and murders you?”

You stood still blinking over at her. Wondering why she’d mention something so creepy at a time like this. “Not that I needed that new fear, but I’ll be safe. I’m a big girl.” You take the base of the phone, dialing the number practically engraved in your mind before pushing it to her ear. “What I do need is for you to study. So get to begging.”

There’s a moment of worry on her face before the sound of Steve’s voice perked up through the phone. She thankfully gets the idea of you not backing down from your offer and asks Steve to come take her home. You give her a thumbs up and get the area ready to close off. Needing the distraction from the inevitable moment of seeing Steve again for the first time in days.

Robin helped too. Making sure the windows and backdoors were all checked and locked before joining you back in the front. It was only a couple of minutes before the headlights of Steve’s car shined through the store.

A part of you hated the idea of being alone. It was going to be creepy. But the sight of Steve stepping out of his car, hand combing through his lush hair, made you want more than ever for Robin to get out of here. The sound of the door ringing open snapped you into averting your gaze from the boy and you quickly meddled with the few papers in front of you to keep your focus on.

“Hey, you guys ready to go?”

“Uh, it’s just me, actually.” Robin said, grabbing her bag. “Henderson is gonna wait out till closing and for her Aunt to pick her up.”

Without even having to look up, you knew that Steve’s eyes were on you now. It was like a magnetic pull that he still had on you. But you couldn’t look up just yet. Not when you knew what kind of face he’d be giving you right now. “Is that true?” he asked softly.

“Uhh, yeah, I was gonna call her in twenty minutes and let her know.” you coughed, face down. The sound of his keys jingling was oddly loud, but not as loud as the sound of your heart beat.

Before you knew it, Steve moved to stand in front of you at the counter. Forcing you to finally make eye contact with him. His eyes were etched with the same worry that looked at you the night in your driveway. You tried not to visibly recoil from the ache that burst into your chest.

“I could come back for you.” he offered softly. A small bit of confidence in his voice.

“That’s fine, Steve. I’ll get home.”

“I’m serious,” he frowned. “I could just come back. You’d be able to close up and maybe get some–”

“NO.” you said quickly, having to physically take a step back. There’s a flicker of hurt over Steve’s face and he’s balled up the fist holding onto his keys. You can’t help but feel like how it was that second year here when you were cruel to him on purpose. Pushing him away from having still been mad at him.

You didn’t feel good then and you don’t feel good now.

“I’ll be fine,” you said more nicely after a minute of awkward silence. “You should take her home..she really needs the extra time.”

He glanced over at Robin, giving her a questioning look, but all she did was mouth a please to him before he nodded his head. Backing away from the counter almost defeatedly. “Be safe.” he said softly, shuffling over towards the front door.

Taking that as a leaving cue, Robin picked up her bag from the counter. Reaching over to place her hand over yours as she threw you a sympathetic smile. “I owe you a million for this. Call me later so I know you’re okay?”

“A million and one.” you said softly, trying to smile back. But with Steve’s presence there you’re sure it’s more wincing than you wished. “I’ll call you.” you added.

The two make their leave after that agreement. Quietly making their exit from the store while you stayed over at the counter. They quickly enter the car, leaving you and family video alone for the rest of the night.

Thirty minutes later and you’re done with the store being dead. If Keith wanted to get mad at you for closing early, then he could pout about it in the office tomorrow. Right now, all you wanted was to get into your bed and try not to think about the haunting brown eyes that looked at you with such concern tonight.

Picking up the phone, you made an attempt to reach out to someone at home. But with your Aunt possibly still out and Dustin most likely hanging out with your friends, there’s no one there to answer your call. You’re suddenly filled with panic of how the hell you’re getting out of here.

A part of you thinks it might be fine to just call Steve. It’s not like he’d be upset since he was so adamant before. But even the short car ride home would be long enough for that horrible pain to come back in and you didn’t think you could handle that. Nor did you want to put Steve through that either.

Looking at your watch, you realize you’ll at least be able to make the last bus for the night if you close up now.

Rushing to the back, you make a move to grab your jacket and purse, ready to lock up and get the hell out of here. But before you could grab the keys, you could hear the sound of the door’s bell jingle.

“Dammit!” you whispered to yourself. Of course tonight you’d still have to deal with annoying customers. Turning off the light in the room, you grab the keys and slowly enter back into the front. “Uh hey, sorry but we’re actually closing up–”

The sight of an empty front desk killed off your words instantly.

“Hello?” you called out. Taking a small hesitant step, you enter the counter booth and try to peer out into the store. There isn’t a soul in the place.

Biting your lip, you reached over to the phone on the counter. Unsure of who’d you’d even cal-

“Lovely night, isn’t it?”

You let out a small yelp, grabbing the clipboard near you and swatting it to the direction of the mysterious voice.

“OW!”

Peeking your eyes open, you’re welcomed to the sight of Eddie rubbing the side of his head. A glare on his face as he looked over at you.

“Is that how you greet all your customers?” he chided.

Setting down the clipboard, you use your hands to lean against the counter. Getting in some air to help calm you down before you looked back up at Eddie again. This time you used your hand to slap at his arm.

“OKAY! Really?!” he asked as he moved to rub his hand.

“Yes, Eddie, really! Why the hell did you come in and scare me like that?”

“Scare you?” he scoffed. “I said it was a nice night!”

Frowning, you crossed your arms over your chest. “Oh yeah? And so sneaking up behind me as I called out to a totally empty store didn’t make you think I’d freak out?”

“I thought you’d enjoy a different kind of greeting.”

Sighing, you turned away from Eddie, ignoring his presence momentarily so that you could finish up all that you needed before you’d eventually push him out. Even if you were about to have a heart attack, you’d still make it in time to catch that bus.

“So I’m bored tonight.” Eddie yawned out, moving to stand in front of the counter before you. Unaware that you’ve moved on to closing up rather than waiting around.

“How fun.” you replied back, collecting the inventory papers together.

He tapped his hands against the counter, looking over the place before the VHS display caught his attention. “None of these go together.” he snorted, picking up one of the tapes. “Weird Science wasn’t even scary.”

“I wasn’t going for scary.” you muttered, reaching out to grab the tape from his hands to set out on the counter. “I was going for..sciencey-horror..ish.”

“Ish?” he smirked. “When did they bring in that genre?”

“They brought it in just for Family Video, didn’t you know?” you shrugged.

He reached over for the copy of Fright Night next. Reading the back description out loud to himself before his gaze returned back on you. “Got a thing for vamps?”

“Nah, but that Chris Sarandon is kinda hot.” you said quickly as you grabbed the tape and scanned it into the checkout before Eddie could change his mind. “Will that be all tonight?”

He finally caught on to how rushed you were making things. Dramatically, he spun around to look around the store as if he had a line of people waiting behind him.

“Are you trying to kick me out, Princess?”

“Yes!” you laughed, waving your hand out for him to pass over the rental fee. “If I close the store now I can catch the last bus home.”

Reaching into his pockets, he pulled out a couple of crumpled up dollar bills for you. “Why the hell are you taking the bus this late? It’s not safe.”

You want to tell him because a giant flesh monster scrunched your car up into a ball last summer. But since that wasn’t an option, you settled for the semi truthful answer. “Because I have no car and need to get home.”

He watched in silence as you flattened out the crumbled money before adding it to the registry. You noticed that he’s given more than needed and figure he’s already prepaying for his inevitable late fee.

“So..why don’t I just give you a ride home?”

You waited until you closed the register before looking over at him. There was a bit of pink to his cheeks and you wondered how someone who had this usual odd confidence could be nervous about offering a ride.

“You know, Robin warned me about creepy guys coming in tonight.” you teased, watching as his face turned from nervous to shock.

“Offering a ride constitutes me being creepy now?”

“Probably.” you laughed as you watched Eddie cross his arms over his chest. “Besides, I wouldn’t want to be a bother to your night anyway. You were probably coming in to grab a movie and head home.”

“It’d be an honor to drive you home, Henderson. Lord knows I gotta work on doing the whole nice friend thing.”

“Oh and we’re friends suddenly?”

“It’s what I’d call us.”

Quickly, you closed up the computer, shutting it down so that you can end the night finally. “You kinda have to know a thing or two about each other before you can say you’re friends.” you pointed out before reaching down to grab your stuff.

“You know a lot about me.”

“Like?”

He tapped at the cover of the tape smiling at you. “That I got a thing for vamps too.” he winked, making you roll your eyes. “Besides, what better way to get to know each other better than with a nice ride home?”

You let out a small sigh, unsure what the hell you were just about to agree to. But if he was cool enough to hang out with Dustin and his friends. Then you shouldn’t dwell too much on the simple favor. Right?

“It wouldn’t be trouble for you?”

“You’re trouble, that’s for sure.” he chuckled. “But the ride isn’t.”

The words sound all too familiar to you and you can’t help but blink a couple of times over at him. He’s not aware of the history of that nickname, and you hold back on telling him in favor of nodding your head.

“Let’s head out then.” you said instead.

The next five minutes are left with you closing up the store with Eddie closely behind you. Talking about his recent venture out to Indianapolis for the weekend and how he’s excited to finally finish up the school year, again.

Oddly, you found yourself actually enjoying his company. It was sort of light spirited and completely free of problems. Something you haven’t had in a while. The only downside was playing down events that took part in the time you’ve dealt with the upside down. Like how you became close to Nancy and Jonathan. Or why Billy’s break up with you was a bigger deal and the fight he had with Steve. Or the damn mall fire. Everything had to be vague, but Eddie didn’t seem to mind. He actually enjoyed talking less about the heavy stuff and focusing instead on the more fun.

It was nice not to really think of the stresses you were bound to have this year and focus on silly things. Like what sort of bands Eddie listened to.

“So Iron Maiden isn’t a cool rock band led by girls?”

“It’s like you’re musically inept outside of pop.” Eddie laughed as he parked his car just on the street of your house. You couldn't help but laugh at his reaction before you shrugged your shoulders.

“It’s not all pop. I like rock too.”

“Really? You like rock. Like who?”

“Joan Jett.” you said simply after thinking it over for a second. “She’s got killer makeup, great voice, good music. I love her songs. ” He raised a brow at you, almost waiting out to see if you were fibbing or not.

“She is pretty cool.” he agreed eventually before slapping gently at the wheel. “All right, that settles it. The Henderson family is officially a lot cooler than I expected.”

“Oh?” you laughed. “You’re just figuring this out now?”

“Not to mention you’re all so humble too.”

You playfully slapped his shoulder. “Don’t you forget it.” you smirked, reaching down to grab your bag from the floor. “Thank you for the ride and music lesson. I guess that means people from the Munson family are a lot nicer than I expected.”

“Ahh, that stings a little.” he laughed, shaking his head. “But honestly, I think you should just say that the Munson family are nice to people like you.”

“People like me?” you frowned, unsure what he meant exactly by that. “Care to elaborate?”

“I would,” he said as he glanced towards your driveway. “But it’s late and a gentleman should never keep a lady from getting some sleep.”

“Suddenly you’re a gentleman?”

“Get out of my van.” he deadpanned, waving you off. “Here I am trying to charm you and you’re throwing me off with your quips.”

With a giggle you climbed down from the seat, ready to close the door after you when suddenly a thought came into mind. “Maybe we can hang out again?” you said softly, unsure of where you were going with this offer. “You can tell me what kind of person I’m like and maybe show me more of those groups you wouldn’t shut up about?”

Eddie’s chest rose as he quickly sucked in some air. His brown eyes widened in shock before he quickly changed his face back to his familiar smile. “And you’d be okay hanging out with a creep like me?”

“Wouldn’t be my first time.”

He seemed to question that answer before he shrugged his shoulders. “You got a deal. I’ll uh, see you soon then.” He held up the VHS tape with a small smile. “That is if Chris Sarandon doesn’t get me.”

“Oh that’s terrible.” You laughed, finding humor in his cheesy words. But instead of being embarrassed, he only grinned wider. Like that was the reaction he was looking for.

“As long as it’s gotcha laughing.” He winked before changing the gear in his car. “Till next time, Princess!”

You waved him off, waiting until he was turned around and back on the street before making your way up the driveway to your house. It’s odd but you found that you’re smiling genuinely about something for the first time in weeks. And it’s because of Eddie Munson of all people. Making a new friend must have been the thing you needed right now. Especially when you thought about how much you’d be laughing when you got to hang out with him again.

“Your Aunt’s car looks a lot like Eddie Munson’s van.” said a voice suddenly, disrupting your thoughts.

It scared you a bit. Causing you to let out a small gasp as your head snapped towards the direction of the noise.

At your house stood Steve. Back resting against the front door with his head hung to keep his gaze downward and off from you. The gravel beneath your feet was the only noise as you slowly made your way over.

“What are you doing here?” you asked slightly out of breath. Your composure was calm but the sight of Steve standing there had you feeling anxious.

“I drove by your house and noticed no one was home..was worried you’d still be stuck at the store.”

“Oh.”

He pushed himself off the wall, closing the rest of the gap that kept you two apart. On his face was a look you weren’t quite place. Was it anger? Disappointment? Worry? Jealousy?

“I could’ve come back for you.”

“Steve..” you sighed. He held up a hand, shaking his head as he seemingly tried to calm himself down.

“We wouldn’t have had to talk. It could have been just a ride. You’d have never needed to talk to Eddie Munson or get a ride from him.”

There’s a hint of disdain the way he dragged out Eddie’s name and you couldn’t help but sigh again. This was something you had worried about when Dustin had started to hang out with Eddie. The two were close these days. With how long that ridiculous game took, it’d be crazy for them to not have bonded by now. And while you knew deep down that your cousin could hold strong friendships with everyone. Steve did not.

For a short while, Dustin was the closest thing he had to a best friend before Robin came into the picture. But the very idea of Steve hating a simple ride from Eddie threw you off.

“He came to rent a movie right when I tried calling home. Okay?” you crossed your arms, tilting your head a bit. “He’s a nice guy..he offered the ride when I told him I didn’t have a car.”

“But I could have come. I would have.”

“I didn’t want you to come.” You said slowly watching again as the bitter truth caused the hurt cut across Steve’s face. “We haven’t been alone in weeks. The silence would only make things..painful.”

His head dropped quickly to look back to the ground while you wrapped your arms around yourself. This wasn’t the kind of shit you wanted to add to Steve’s list of problems. The break up was hard..period. But no matter how you go about things, you can’t stop this pain from coming in.

“I just wanted to make sure you were safe..”

“I know..thank you.”

He looked back up and raised a hand. Almost like he was going to reach out for you. And while you were dying to feel the touch of his skin again, doing that would probably only make things harder on the two of you. So without another thought, you took a step back from him.

His hand dropped quickly, stuffing into his pocket while he covered up his face with his other hand. Rubbing at the corners of his nose before he turned his gaze back towards the road. There was a glazed sort of look in his eyes.

“Right, so you’re here. I’ll just uh, head back home.”

You’re about to nod your head, but Steve didn’t even get the chance to see as he quickly turned and dashed away from your side. Moving towards the direction of the driveway. The sight of his retreating figure only hurt your chest even more as your thoughts were plagued with all the things he must be thinking right now.

The night of Tina’s Halloween party came into mind. The way he looked driving you home after hearing the truth from Nancy’s drunken confession. Before you know it, you’re chasing after him.

“Steve?” you called out when you reached close to his backside. He spun around quickly, almost bumping into you and causing you to fall back. But he quickly reached out to catch you. Cradling you close to his side until you were able to get your footing right.

“Are you alright?” He asked, checking over you before he let go. His eyes were red and even if it weren’t cold you’d know it was from how he was probably feeling right now.

Reaching out, you couldn’t help but cup at his cheek. Watching as his eyes slipped close from the relaxing touch. It’s been weeks since either of you have been able to share this kind of comfort. An intimate moment that you shouldn’t be having with him. Not when things were already so hard. But just because things were over doesn’t mean the need to make sure Steve was okay could go away so easily. Especially when in moments like this, when he still meant the world to you.

“I need time.” you said quickly, ignoring the worried voice in your head.

“Time?” he asked softly, eyes opening slowly to look down at you. The pad of your thumb brushed over his cheek and you could feel the warmth underneath. Your mind replays a supercut of all the moments you’ve felt that cheek. Kissing, against your own, against your body.

God this was a mess. You were a mess.

“I need time to feel comfortable around you again..I need to get over you, Steve. But I can’t do that if you’re still trying to be my hero..”

“Hero.” he chuckled sadly, shaking his head from your gip. The brim of his eyes were red and he looked suddenly tired. “Never really did a good job of that, huh? Guess I’m supposed to be just your coworker now?”

For a second you couldn’t speak. Only shaking your head no as you tried to reassure him that what he was thinking wasn’t true. He was everything to you. He could never be anything as casual as a coworker. But at the moment, you didn’t know what you could call Steve. He wasn’t your boyfriend, nor your enemy, and friend felt wrong.

“You’re just..Steve.”

His throat bobbed. Like that was the worst answer he was expecting. And though you wanted to reach out again and pull him close, you couldn’t. Because this was just how things had to be. Just the two of you stuck in this limbo of love and loss.

“Right,” he said after a minute. “Just..Steve.”

You opened your mouth, ready to apologize if what you said came off worse than you thought. But Steve quickly caught onto that and held a hand up, waving you off a bit. “I get it.” he said a bit curtly. “I’ll see you around, Hone–Troub– Henderson.”

Again he’s gone from your side without a proper look at your reaction. He practically sprinted over to his car across the street, not once turning back. It was only a second after he pushed himself into his seat that his car was revving to life and leaving the block.

You waited out until you couldn’t see the taillights of his car before you forced yourself inside the house.

The usual warmth of your home wasn’t welcoming at all. All it reminded you was how cold you were feeling and no matter what, nothing could thaw out this permafrost that surrounded your heart. The empty house taunted you with the loneliness you were feeling.

That’s because you’re alone now. (Tick)

“I’m not alone.” you whispered softly, making your way to your room.

You will be. (Tock)

FEBRUARY (VALENTINE’S DAY)

It’s four weeks after that night in front of your house that you found yourself with Eddie Munson again. The two of you have changed simple hang outs into make outs,then into something else you couldn’t quite place. This night in particular, you found yourself knocking on his trailer door after work.

“Fuck, don’t stop.” Eddie groaned.

The two of you were sitting on the dingy couch. Some loud tv show playing in the background as you straddled Eddie’s strong thigh. It’s been like this for a while now. What was originally just a chance to makeout with someone you trusted on Valentine’s day. Turned into Eddie flirting with you and you eventually feeling the need to make up for his lack of dating life.

It was Valentine’s day and you had unfortunately worked the night shift over at Family Video. Something you would have been pissed about last year. But considering the current changes in your love life, you didn’t have the room to be too upset. Especially when you found out you worked with Robin. That gave the two of you five hours to complain about how complicated love was.

Kind of like how your relationship with Eddie had turned from friends to..complicated.

“God, you’re so whiny.” you smirked, pausing the movements of your hands. You glanced down to his lap, getting another look at the size of Eddie’s cock. It was red and hard against the base of his stomach. Weeping from the tip from the few strokes you had given him. It was only the second time you’ve done this with Eddie and you’re still stunned by how he gets from a simple handjob.

“Shut up.” he gritted, letting his head sag back against the couch. “If you’d have any idea how good you are at this, you’d be just as desperate too.” The ego boost does something to you, and you quickly lean in to press your lips roughly against his. Causing the boy to let out a loud groan before he fought back.

The kiss was so different from your past boyfriends. Billy had always been so dominant, taking what he wanted without thinking too much if you liked it or not. Steve’s was sweet, hot, and romantic. As if it were the last kiss on Earth. And Eddie’s was fierce. Like he wanted you to remember him hours later.

The tip of his tongue poked through your lips, brushing against yours as he deepened the kiss. His hand went down from your neck to grab at your hips. Pulling you closer into his lap. It made your head spin a bit but you pulled back enough to tighten your grip around his cock. Picking up the pace with your wrist. During times like this, Eddie never lasted long. He was already riding high from just kissing, and with the added teasing he’d never make it long.

His other arm moved to grip at your thigh. Digging his fingers with every jerk that his hips gave as he reached closer to his climax. He jerked his leg up, giving you a slight sensation between your legs as you straddled him. While small, the touch was stimulating enough to have your eyes fluttering a bit. It’s been a while since you’ve really let anyone get you this aroused but you’re finding it hard not to roll your hips.

“That is, princess.” he cooed, making your face get a hot flush. “Let me make you feel good.”

The dirty words had your head spinning a bit and you pulled back enough to stick your face into his neck. Sucking lightly against the vein on his neck while continuing to jerk your wrist. Eddie’s breathing began to grow louder.

“Yes, fuck, please don’t stop.” Eddie rasped, letting the wrecked voice send a chill up your back. It pleased you to know you had this boy at the mercy of your hands. Moving your hand and wrist faster now in order to work him over. You made sure to use your long nails at the sensitive skin of his cock, causing Eddie to whimper whenever it was dragged closer to his slit.

He moved to rest his face against your neck, pressing soft kisses at your skin while his other hand moved to cup at your breast. The only material keeping him from touching your warm skin being the bra you managed to keep on during his fondling earlier.

The gentle squeezing plus the ridge on his thigh you were rolling on hit just the right spot to have you letting out a moan yourself. Unfortunately, with how close Eddie was, there wasn’t going to be a chance for you to come with him.

“Come for me, Ed.” you whispered into his ear, another shudder falling from him. Stopping your rolling, you gave the base of his cock one good squeeze before jerking at a quicker pace.

The base of his member twitched in your hands and when Eddie let go of your breast, you watched in awe as he gripped to your hips, focusing down at your movements before he let out a loud guttural moan.

Ropes of white hot cum began to shoot out from the slit of his cock, coating your hand as you carefully continued with the jerking motion. It wasn’t until you watched as Eddie’s head fell back from ecstasy that you gently let go of him.

The mess before you doesn’t help with your sudden unattended arousal, but you remove yourself anyway. Quietly letting him know you were going to clean yourself off. The water quickly washed away all the remnants of your night and you quickly glanced up to fix up your appearance. The sight of your necklace quickly stole your attention.

The small single ‘S’ sitting on the middle of your chest brought a pang of guilt to your chest. You hadn’t taken off the necklace since the night Steve gave it to you. Something that was probably wrong considering what you were just doing with Eddie. But wearing it brought you a sense of comfort that you couldn’t bring yourself to give up.

After you got yourself together, you emerged from the bathroom to find Eddie was still on the couch. He was tucked back in his pants but still with the belt unbuckled as he continued to catch his breath. A small snicker fell past your lips and you quickly covered your mouth when his eyes turned to look over at you.

“It’s not funny.” he frowned, trying not to smile at your amusement. “I’m literally a mess and you’re looking over at me with that goofy grin on your face.”

“My face is never goofy.” you said as a matter of fact, hand reaching up to gently hold onto the necklace. “If anything, it’s your position that’s goofy.”

Eddie held a hand up, pretending to mimic your voice through his hand while you moved towards the couch. It was a struggle to find your sweater amongst the mess of the room, especially when you just threw it behind you earlier. But before you could bend over to pick up the item, Eddie had climbed up from the couch to you.

Placing his hands gently at your hips so that he could have you face him. “Let me make you feel good, Princess. I know you didn’t get to come.” he said softly, rubbing his thumbs on the bare expanse of your stomach.

It hurt to look up into Eddie’s eyes. They were warm and so full of a genuine interest in you. Like you were the only person he cared to look at. It made moments like this confusing. Where your mind knew that this would make you feel right and move on, but something in your heart made it hard to follow through it.

Letting go of the necklace, you reached out to cup the side of Eddie’s face. Letting your thumb brush across the apple of his cheek before you gently pressed a kiss. “I’m fine.” you said softly, getting out of his grip to reach for the sweater. From the side of your eyes, you could see that Eddie was watching you as you pulled the material over your head.

From his calmness you knew where this conversation was going to go. It’s not the first time Eddie’s pointed out an offer nor would it likely be his last.

“Hey,” he coughed softly, shuffling awkwardly closer so he could rest a hand against your arm. “I didn’t mean to put you off.” Calmly you moved over to place yours on top, rubbing soothingly in hopes to get that worried look off his face.

“It’s okay.” you said softly, not really having the courage to tell him what you were thinking. “Like I said, I’m fine with what we’re doing now.”

Eddie reached out and gently brushed a hair away from your face. “Are you?” he asked slowly. “Or..are you I don’t know, nervous? I mean shit, I’m more than grateful for what we do now..and labels are shit. But if you’re wanting to be something more official in order to feel comfortable doing more then I’m more than happy to–”

“I like us being friends, Eddie.” you cut in. Scared for what words might come out next. You weren’t ready for that kind of talk. “Even if what we’re doing is not the most normal thing friends do. I like just hanging out and having fun.”

There’s a flicker of something in Eddie’s eyes. Like he might have wanted a different answer. But he threw you his signature goofy smile and leaned in to press a mushy, rough kiss to your lips. Causing you to laugh against his hold.

“Sounds good to me, Princess. Now I’ve kept you stuck in this dump long enough. You should probably head off home.”

You turned your watch over, noting that while it was a little bit late, it wasn’t the worst you’ve come home at. But since Eddie’s Uncle might be coming home soon, it’d probably be easier to leave now than stick around and dance around the friends with semi benefits relationship.

“I’ll see you later, Eddie. You rest up.” you smiled, taking a step back from him. He chuckled at that, waving you off as you quickly made your way out the trailer door. The residents of Forest Hills trailer park were quiet that night. A dark and eerie chill going up your spine as you made your way over to your Aunt’s car. Across the way you glanced towards Max’s trailer.

The majority of her lights were all off aside from one flickering light from the main front window. Things had been rough for her lately. Ever since her stepdad took off and her Mother started working two jobs just to keep a roof over their heads. Things haven’t been the easiest. Especially with the sudden downsizing in lifestyle.

You wished you could make things easier. But honestly, you didn’t have much you could say to Max that you thought would make her feel better. The events of the summer battle caught up to her and she began to close everyone off. Including you.

She was protecting herself from others. Every approach was met with a cold wall that you couldn’t crack. No matter what you or her friends did, she was a different girl now. She was here in Hawkins but her mind was somewhere else. And if you were being honest, you’d say that you were starting to feel the same.

Your mind was busy focusing on other things like school, work, and your new thing with Eddie. But your heart wasn’t in it. Not the way it should be. It was permanently stuck in a loop of being unable to enjoy the new life you were making for yourself. All because of a boy in Loch Nora who still had power over it.

Which was where you were now.

Through the lush houses of the neighborhood and up the driveaway of the path that led to the Harrington household. You’ve been there so many times, but for the first ever you’re nervous to be there. You shouldn’t be here.

And you definitely shouldn’t be getting out of the car to walk to the front door. And you really shouldn’t be knocking..

It only took Steve about a minute to come up to the door. He was more cleaned up since the last time you saw him. His hair was a little shorter, and there was a noticeable little bit of stubble on his lips. Almost like he’s debating whether or not to grow a mustache or not. It’s kind of nice..

“Hey, you okay?” Steve asked worriedly. His brown eyes looked over your body, almost like he was checking to make sure you weren’t hurt. It was a little embarrassing. You didn’t mean to make him come down to the door, let alone be suddenly worried about you.

“I’m sorry…I just ended up here.” you whispered finally. Not really able to think of a better excuse to say. “I should go.”

He quickly stopped you by reaching out for your hand. It’s almost like an electric shock to have such contact from him again but you don’t dare let go of his warmth just yet.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” you shook your head. “I just wanted to–”

“See me?” He asked softly.

You look at him for a long time. Feeling such an overwhelming amount of unsurety. Steve was someone who managed to wedge himself into your trust again. He earned it. But right now you were finding yourself struggling to be fully open to him. The thoughts running through your head were leading to a place where you two couldn’t go down. Not when things were so different now.

“It’s Valentine’s day,” you said lamely, wincing a bit at the dumb words that quickly came into mind. “D-did you go out?..”

“You drove all the way over to my house to ask me that?”

“..yes.” you lied, not needing him to know it was more like an impulsive need to see him tonight than some random inquiry.

Steve looked a little bit taken back. Probably not quite believing the answer, but eventually went ahead and nodded his head. “Yeah,” he said honestly, to your heart’s dismay. “Uh, with Molly Stevens. I knew her from school last year.”

Nodding your head, you tried to control the jealousy that started to fill up in your throat. You have absolutely no right to feel this way about Steve. None whatsoever. But the very idea of him out with another girl brought up such a venom to your throat.

“Did you guys..” you waved your arms in front of you in a mindless motion. Stupidly unable to speak the words you’re dreading to hear. Steve looked only slightly amused as he crossed his arms over his chest like he’s caught you in your lie. The dark green shirt looked tight on his biceps, distracting you from that fact very quickly.

“No.” he answered simply. “Didn’t feel right.”

“Right.” you nodded, letting out a small sigh of relief. “That’s um..good. I mean, not good but it’s um—“

“And what about you?” He interrupted, raising a brow to you. “Did you go out?”

“I worked tonight..”

He turned his wrist over, frowning down at the time his watch displayed to him. “It’s eleven thirty. Store closed at ten.”

“I may have..gone to hang out with a friend.”

“With Eddie.” he corrected.

“Yes.”

His lips pursed a bit before he took a step closer to you. Pushing your back to rest against the threshold of his door. “And did you guys..?”

“No, not that.” You said evenly, gauging his reaction. “..but something like it.”

For a moment Steve looked stunned. Like the words froze him in place. Now that previous venom is turning into guilt. He didn’t even do anything besides go out on an innocent date and here you were ready to burn Hawkins to find her. Meanwhile you were the one actually doing more with another guy.

For someone that didn’t want to hurt Steve, you sure did so easily.

“I’m sorry.. I should go.” You whispered, feeling like you’ve put the guy through enough as of lately. Before you could fully turn around Steve had already reached out for your hand, keeping you in place.

The look on his face isn’t the same sad one you saw flicker moments before. It was determined now. Like he was fully trying to understand what you were saying before him. Carefully, he leaned down to press his face inches before yours. The small fan of his sigh brushed over your face.

The closeness should make you nervous. It should make you want to step back. But you’re curious to what he would say next.

“So you mess around with Munson and still end up at my doorstep?” He asked softly. There’s a slight darkness in his tone that should warn you how bad an idea this is. But again, you ignored it. “Did he not make you feel good?”

“He made me feel..fine.” you whispered back. Not sure how much you want to deep dive into whatever it is you and Eddie were doing. Turning your head up a bit, you peered up at him, placing your hand to rest gently on Steve’s chest to both keep him from getting closer and to get a chance to feel his heartbeat.

“Just fine? Not good?”

“Steve,” you sighed. “We shouldn’t be talking about this.”

But your words only encouraged him to pull you inside of his home. Keeping an arm hugging at the side of your waist as he pressed your back against the closed door. The personal space is gone out the window now that he’s able to wedge himself between your legs.

It’s painfully embarrassing how your body is instinctively trying to wrap around him. But you managed to keep your flat back against the door and legs unwrapped from his waist. But Steve seemed to be aware of your inner dilemma, moving to press himself even closer.

“He doesn’t make you feel good, honey?” He said finally, moving his face down your face to your neck.

The old nickname had your body shuddering. It’s been too long since you’ve heard it. This was definitely not the way you thought the conversation would go. But you’re struggling to find a way out of it.

“What I’m feeling isn’t your concern anymore..”

“Oh, it definitely is”. His hand slid down your waist, down to your hip, the tip of his fingers nearly diving past the waistband of your jeans. He casually rubbed his thumb underneath the hem of your shirt. “I want you feeling better than just fine.”

“Yeah?” you asked softly, moving your hands to place against his shoulders now. They were itching to wrap around his neck, but you reminded yourself to keep from making things messier. Not that Steve seemed to care as he slid closer into the small space you had before.

“I want you to feel great.” he leaned down to your ear, pressing a kiss to the spot beneath your earlobe before he finished. “Actually, I want you feeling so fucked out of your mind that you wouldn’t dare go to another man’s house after fooling around with me.”

There’s a darkness in Steve’s words but not one you’re afraid of. In fact, you’re excited. It had your heart racing and core growing so hot that you had to slightly rub your thighs together from the excitement. “Is t-that all?” you managed to ask, unable to think of a better response.

“That's all I want right now.”

It’s hard not to feel that familiar spark that fires up your body when around Steve. You were feeling embarrassingly desperate for it at this point as you pulled him down towards you. “We shouldn’t be doing this. We’re broken up for a reason..”

“It’s a bad idea.” he agreed, brushing his lips carefully down your neck. He seemed to catch the sparkle of the gold chain around your neck and followed down the line to where the S laid on your chest. He then gently placed a soft kiss against it.

“We’re being so incredibly stupid right now.” you gasped, feeling his lips graze up again.

Though the tender touches were setting a blaze to your skin, it wasn’t quite satisfying the ache growing inside of you now. In fact, it was setting your whole body into a desperate, needy, frenzy.

“I gotta be honest with you, baby.” He said calmly.

“Honest?” you gulped, failing to get yourself to cool down.

“I really don’t care if we’re being stupid.”

Something took over you and you moved your hands up to grab hold of the hair at the nape of his neck. Pulling back so that you could get a good look at him. The browns in his eyes were gone and he looked at you with such a desire that you could feel yourself get embarrassingly aroused.

You should stop this. You should push him away and leave his house. Because there had to be something more important in life than having sex with Steve Harrington right now.

But you really couldn’t remember what.

“Fuck it.” You sighed shooting forward to press your lips against his. He didn’t waste his chance at all and wrapped his arms around. Using the palms to push down your lower back to press your chest closer to him.

At some point there’s a struggle with moving past the door and breaking the kiss apart. When air was needed, Steve quickly pulled back, pressing quick pecks to your lips before he turned to drag you up the stairs. Each step had your heart beating faster as you focused your sights on the warm glow coming out his bedroom door. Anticipation washing over you for whatever was going to happen next.

Once the two of you were in, he quickly shut the door behind him with the kick of his foot. Only giving you a second to catch your breath before he rushed over to capture your lips again.

“Tell me,” he said against your lips. His hands were already working on your clothes, shedding them off with no problem. “Tell me you want this.”

“I want this.” you said pulling back, moving to cup the sides of his face. “I want you.”

For a second it looked like Steve wanted to say something else, but you pushed to press your lips back together. Capturing up any words he had in order to get back into the greedy need that had been building up.

Then after that, there’s nothing else left. Just you and Steve.

The clock besides Steve’s bed ticked softly as you lay in his arms. It’s only been a short amount of time since the two of you had your fun and you can feel how Steve is easily relaxed against you. Letting his hands rub over your bare skin while he held you close.

It should make you worried. Things between you two were over. You both made it that way. But the soft kisses he was pressing against your arm and neck were too distracting. The feeling of completeness was too good to give up so quickly. And with the way Steve keeps pausing to give you looks, you think he might be thinking the same.

What could either one of you do? It’s been such a long attempt to get over him but all you can feel is yourself falling again with every touch. If anything, you think you might be even more in love with him after this.

You think back to the night where Eddie dropped you off. It felt like Steve was done with you. But like yourself, one night of giving into each other’s needs seemed to fill you both with an urge neither of you could quite get rid of just yet.

His hand reached out to cup at the side of your face. Bringing your attention back to him again before he kissed you.

“Stay.” he said in between kissing you and down your cheek. No part of your face or body was left unscathed from his pink plump lips. You reveled in the sensation. Melting into his hold and allowing your body to relax again. It’s all you’ve missed these past few weeks. But even in Steve’s affection care, the worry of the real world sets in quickly with you.

“I can’t.” You said sadly. “It’s getting late.”

“Who cares? It’s Friday night.” he replied, kissing even more now that he realized it has some sort of effect on your emotions. “You don’t even work tomorrow, I do.”

“Your parents will be home soon, won’t they?”

“They love you. Might even wanna take you out for breakfast.” You pulled back to give him a knowing look. He smirked a little bit before he rolled his eyes. “Okay, they’d freak out, but we’ll be quiet.”

“I drove in my Aunt’s car..” you laughed, but turned to shuffle closer to him in the bed. He reached over to grab the back of your leg, moving your thigh now to drape over his waist. It brought your bare body dangerously close to his but he kept things tame for now. Moving to rub the palm of his hand on the round of your behind.

“She can get it towed.”

Rolling your eyes at his convenient answer, you pushed at his chest lightly. Attempting to get out of his warm hold but he changed to bring his arm back up to wrap around your waist, locking you in place.

“I’ll call the shop myself.”

“Steve..”

Not wanting you to continue with the inevitable truth, he pressed his lips back onto yours. Shutting up the conversation and forcing you both to enjoy this fluke of a night. You give in to him, if only for a moment.

It’s unfair how this is the most comfortable you’ve felt in days and it’s because you’re in his arms. But as soon as you begin to wonder why it’s like this, you remember how it felt to be in his arms that night. And how incredibly crushing it felt when you pulled away. So you made the kiss count until you eventually pulled away.

His lips turned down into a pout. Which you forced yourself to ignore as you rolled out of the bed. A shiver hitting over yourself when you left the comforts of his warm side. Reaching down on the ground, you gather up the forgotten pieces of clothing you two discarded when you came into the room.

By the time you’ve got your outfit presentable and ready to go, Steve has moved to sit on the edge of his bed. Only a pair of boxers covering up his body now. He extended a hand out to you and you find yourself easily slipping it inside his. You hate how it feels perfect there.

“I want you..” He said, low and soft. Like he was almost afraid to say the words out loud.

“I know,” you sighed, pulling the hand up towards your lips to press gentle kisses at his fingertips. “You always wanna go again.”

A frown flickered over his face, like he wasn’t quite looking for that answer. But he doesn’t say anything else, choosing instead to take your hand and lead you out the room and back downstairs to the front door again.

“Can I ask you something?” He asked nervously once the two of you were at the threshold.

“Yeah, of course.”

He paused for a second, looking deep into your eyes before he spoke again. “Did you come over on the pretense of having sex? Or because you really wanted to see me?”

A small pang of guilt began to build up in your chest again tonight. Reaching for his hand, you reached out to place it against your chest. Almost hoping that he’d feel the sincerity of your words through your heartbeat.

“I was thinking about you on the drive home.” you said trying not to reveal just how much you were actually thinking about him. He didn’t know the pathetic way you were still in love with him. “I didn’t even realize I had shown up here until I was at your door. It was like I needed to see you tonight.”

A small creeped on his face at your reply. He took the words as permission to press his lips against yours once more. Like always, it made your mind foggy and breath short. “Then tell your thoughts to think of me again tomorrow? Maybe after work?” he said, pulling away to return his gaze.

You should say no and remind him that tonight was a fluke. A misstep on your attempts to move on from each other. But your body is unwilling to listen to your logic and instead chooses to nod your head. Making Steve’s small smile turn into a grin that has you trying to remember when was the last time you saw it.

“Goodnight, Trouble.” He said softly, holding the door open for you.

“Goodnight.” You mumbled still a bit love-struck.

He waited at the door until you were in your car and waving off. The enticing view of Steve’s house eventually faded and you managed to get your brain working again in order to get home. The tv is playing some romance film for your Aunt and you bashfully wish her a goodnight as you floated to your bedroom. Still on the Steve induced high. It wasn’t until you flopped over your bed, brushing your fingertips over your kissed lips that Dustin decided to come in. A similar goofy grin on his face as he held out a Hershey’s kiss to you.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“You’re in a good mood.” You snorted, taking the candy. “What were you up to tonight?”

“Just got off the radio with Suzie.” He said with a dreamlike sigh. “She read out sonnets to me.”

“That’s sweet. You rode all the way up to that hill to talk to her?”

“Hill?” He snorted before he remembered. “Oh! That hill. No, Steve spent most of the night helping me set up this new ham radio in my room.”

You shot up from your bed, looking at your cousin with a confused frown. “Wait, Steve was here?” You asked. “In our house?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed. “He came around the time you left for work. Hung out with me all night until like an hour and a half ago. Didn’t even get to thank him before he dashed out of here.”

Your mind was suddenly wrecked with a thousand thoughts. Why would Steve lie about going out? Why would he invite you in after hearing about Eddie? He didn’t have to lie about going out on a date, not with you. It’s not like you’d have judged him for taking things slow. Lord know you didn’t have the right to. Was he waiting to see if you’d come home from work all this time? Did he know you’d go to his house? So many questions without any chance of an answer came to you.

“That was really nice of him...” you said softly, looking down at the candy.

“Yup. That’s Steve for ya.” he replied matter of fact. “Makes you maybe wanna consider things, right?”

Dustin’s attempt to mend the two of you hasn’t gone unnoticed these past couple of weeks. He wasn’t too aware of all the details. You and Steve never dived into it with him. Not wanting to ruin the relationship with the boy for either one of you. He was uncharacteristically neutral for the most part, but you knew that he was secretly hoping for some sort of reconciliation.

“Goodnight, Dustin.” you said instead, cutting the conversation short. He let out a big sigh before nodding his head, waving over at you before he closed up the door behind him. You kicked off your shoes, laying back onto your bed with only one thought running through your mind.

What were you going to wear tomorrow night?

A/N: HI GUYS I MISSED YOU. So sorry for the long awaited update. I struggled so hard to make this break up real but also angsty and drama filled? I don’t feel too confident in it, but there’s so much left in the season to work with so I hope you guys enjoy this.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x henderson!reader #steve harrington x henderson reader #steve harrington x female reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x henderson reader #eddie munson x henderson!reader #eddie munson x y/n #cac #stranger things fic

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Hi, Miz of the Metafarers here. We’ve been debating reposting this post as a stand-alone post. Sophie has not replied, and may never reply, but we still think that the points we made are important for others to see, so for visibility's sake, we are posting again, as is. This post was originally written by J, but since they aren’t around, I’m reposting. Original reblog is here: https://www.tumblr.com/anti-psych-pro-endo/750151806289690624/hi-sophie-this-is-j-of-the-metafarers-yeah-i-saw?source=share

Hi Sophie. This is J of the Metafarers Yeah, I saw your post. We’re both on plural tumblr so it should be a fair guess that we’re gonna see it, and since you are literally talking about our blog, I’m gonna respond to it. Stars will respond when fae have the energy. You haven’t been good about responding to our criticism in the past, when we make arguments against your points you don’t have answers to, so I’m not exactly expecting a great response, if any, from you, but I figure if you said your piece, I’m gonna say mine.

Okay, but I do not need or want your validation.

Okay, first, are you really trying to make a case for linear ‘progress’ in the psych professions based on queer rights’ movement? Gay and trans people being considered mentally ill was and is awful, but it is NOT the main problem with the field, rather a symptom and reflection of societal ideas. The psych community did not independently research their way into discovering that gayness is ‘normal’, they were pressured into reclassification BECAUSE social norms changed. Psychiatry and psychology do not just have little flaws and discrepancies that need to be mended, the fields are fundamentally flawed to the core. A core that reaches back centuries, not decades.

Let's be real here, this isn’t just about the general public wanting validation, it's about you needing validation from psychology.

Sophie… 25% of the general population REPORT having a mental illness. That number is likely much higher as it does not account for people who have not been diagnosed or sought out mental health care. Of COURSE people in the mental health field are diagnosed with mental illness more, because they have more access and knowledge of mental illness to recognize it in themselves. This does not necessarily mean that the percentage of neurodivegence in psych professions is meaningfully higher than the general populace. And while depression and anxiety disorders are not insignificant, there is a major difference between meeting the criteria for major depression or generalized anxiety, the most commonly diagnosed disorders, than being plural, autistic, or being diagnosed with a personality disorder. It’s irresponsible to suggest the fields are more diverse than they actually are.

Okay, one, even if you did manage to ‘infiltrate’ an entire field with plurals, good fucking luck getting them all on the same page to even agree on what ‘positive change’ would be.

But also, LEFT LEANING DOES NOT MEAN SAFE. Left leaning does not mean they will not harm, abuse, and oppress. You’re effectively saying, oh if we could just get enough plural people in the psych field we could change it for the better. But the entire system is based in ‘fixing’ what is wrong with people! It always has been, and it continues to be! Yes, people also want to figure out more about how the brain works, and all that fun stuff, but that research is not done outside an agenda. It doesn’t matter how much good will and good intentions people have. It doesn’t matter that the field is more ‘left leaning’ now, that’s a reflection of society, especially academic society, more than anything. The majority of the plural community is left leaning, yet most discourse is just lateral violence between pro endos and anti endos. Left leaning disabled people, both physically and neurodisabled are frequently laterally violent to one another, with some claiming that neurodisabled people are privileged oppressers whose problems aren’t serious. Then, there is the lateral violence in trans and feminist spaces, where radfem ideology runs rampant, to the point that some trans people are claiming other trans people are privileged and aren’t oppressed like other trans people. I don’t need to get into the details of those things to show, that just because people and communities are left leaning does not mean they aren’t just as capable of perpetuating harm and harming each other.

DO YOU REALLY THINK THESE ARE THE ONLY TWO OPTIONS SOPHIE??? THE PSYCH FIELDS AND TRUMP SUPPORTERS?????????

This is not about personal attacks on your local fucking therapist. We are condemning a field that has historical and currently been used to abuse, oppress, and harm anyone outside the norm. Plurals being acknowledged as real will not stop that from happening! I do not give a damn if the people in the field are left leaning. The political spectrum is not black and white, and everyone along it is capable of doing harm and perpetuating violence.

Yeah, its nice that they took down the video. If people want to thank them for that, that’s their prerogative. But the psych community is not my friend or companion, the Mcclean hospital is not my ally, or neighbor. They are part of an institution of violence, that I believe is fundamentally flawed to the core. I think we need to work on independently finding ways to provide mental health support for each other so that we can safely dismantled those institutions and their power over the mentally ill and abnormal. That doesn’t mean we’ll stop learning about the mind.

But yeah, no, Sophie infiltrating the psych fields with benevolent systems so she can build a school to experiment on/study plural children in a perfectly controlled environment with al the safeguards in place to double triple check and make sure no one is being harmed and no abuse takes place because we did it all perfectly with good intentions….. Is no win to me. It’s literally how psychiatry already runs, people with power and good intentions and little systems they think work fine to protect people from harm when in actuality they continue to do terrible harm because they HAVE POWER OVER PEOPLE.

Calling views you don’t agree with extreme is the most liberal centrist shit ever and it shows. You do not get a pass calling my opinions extreme because you disagree with me.

Okay, but NONE OF THIS is about you. You’re taking the anti-psych position as a personal attack when NONE OF IT IS ABOUT YOU. And being anti psych is not anti knowledge. Is not anti learning or anti curiosity. You fundamentally do not understand the position. I am NOT surprised on your position. I have seen your blog for years, I know what your opinions are. You’re entitled to them, but do not presume to act like you understand mine, when you clearly do not. I have tried to response to you in the past with clarification. I’ve seen others do so as well, and you just, do not listen. You assume everyone is just speaking from trauma from a few bad apples in the field, and refuse to examine it deeper because ‘the field is full of people with good intentions’.

I do not need your validation to understand my own experiences as a system and my experiences in the mental health field. I do not need validation from psychology to know that I am real. If you, and others take comfort in the research, that’s fine. But I am not on board with you, or others like you, gaining power in a system that will continue to do harm. Its not just about systems, but plurals are definitely capable of harming one another, like everyone is. You are not actually listening to the victims of psych abuse and it shows.

#actually plural #actuallyplural #syscourse #anti psych #anti psychiatry #pro endo #endo safe

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Composite Scorpio moon

I’m experiencing composite Scorpio moon for the first time and it’s genuinely one of the craziest experiences.

It kinda feels like Bella and Edward, like I want him so bad and I don’t know why, and I can’t understand why he wants me but we’re magnetized toward each other. It feels too intense like I want to escape but I also crave this kind of intimacy. He’s definitely intense too. And it’s so sexual. The eye contact got me going crazy!

As a disclaimer we have a lot of Pluto influence in our synastry his Pluto is exactly on my 8th house trine my mars square my Venus and moon in his 4th

And my Pluto is opposite his sun Mercury and mars but that’s generational.

Additionally he’s got Saturn and Jupiter in my 12th which I can also really feel so this a very watery synastry.

We have a very water dominant composite so I know it probably appeals to my cancer stellium more and I think it shows in how crazy I act but I don’t know if he can tell and I know he feels it too but I cannot fathom it’s this intense for him. I don’t know his birth time but the composite moon is directly opposite my ascendant so I know I’m really feeling that.

I’m obsessed and I can’t even stop myself because he so easily fans the fire. He is so patient and understanding it doesn’t even feel real but there’s such a seriousness with Saturn involved. It’s like I’m blackout drunk and the most sober I’ve ever been. I’ve read into our synastry and honestly it’s probably not so good it’s more neutral but when I am with him, when I talk to him… god it’s just like everything.

The tension is palpable we’ve gone to parties and everyone around us points us out even if we don’t talk it’s just like intense eye contact and everyone knows.

Being around him makes me so… Farrell … like all I want is to touch him and I’m never close enough but I’m terrified to get too close.

It’s almost animalistic like I want to devour him I love biting him and when he bites me.

I can tell that if we had sex it would change the relationship completely and probably for the better because this built up tension literally makes me act out but omg I really like this guy so much and it terrifies me. Every time he calls me and we talk I cry afterward just because he feels so good for me and I feel so intensely about him. I don’t think he’s the most conventional person, but somehow he says exactly what I need to hear and we don’t even know each other. His timing is so perfect too like even though we don’t know each others I feel like our lives are synced up. There’s definitely themes of possessiveness and commitment, and we can never do anything causally. We met the first day and I went off on him for something really stupid and I was being totally possessive over a made up scenario I conjured but I really sent it and we didn’t talk for months and when we started talking again he got a puppy and immediately called me after calling me the puppies step mom and I helped him pick out names for her.

Foreplay feels as intense as my best hookups and we haven’t even had sex.

The tension is like unbearable I’m realizing now that it would probably be different if we had sex but I’m afraid I’d literally just fall in love with him if we did and I know this one would fuck me up. I’m in my healing era but this man’s about to make me risk it but I don’t even know if it’s a risk because he is probably really good for me and what I need but I keep fighting it. Bottom line I’m scared.

His eyes are so dark when he talks to me and he can be so serious and it’s so sexy. we can literally be in a room full of people and it feels like it’s just us and everyone at the party was annoyed about it.

The funny thing about how we met is that my friend went to a party to meet his friend but his friend was flirting with every girl there so I was death staring his friend trying to show him I see what he was doing but he was too busy looking at other girls so I looked over at him (the guy I like) and glared with a passion trying to convey a “your friends so messed up for this” kinda look and the random girl I was with said he was giving me “the eyes” and I think that details funny because I was so mad at him and his friend. We ended up going downstairs to talk with my friend and me and him ended up by the balcony looking over the city and immediately I knew the girl I was dancing with was right about him being into me but I thought that was funny cause I was GLARING. but she came over to talk to him and he put his arm around my waist and I was sold on him. Taht immediate loyalty I’m only into you was so freaking sexy. Even when I went off on him LIKE A LITERAL CRAZY PERSON he was very understanding. He handles my intensity very well but that’s honestly not my favorite part of myself and he really brings it out. I keep blaming it on the alcohol but I really think it’s him, or at least the synastry.

Everything he does evokes a reaction out of me, and part of it is from trauma but he’s uncovering all these fears I didn’t know i had.

I read somewhere that these people with Scorpio moon composite need to take breaks from time to time cause it just gets too intense and I feel that but honestly I can never tell if it’s just a break. Or at least for me it’s that and I fixate on if I’ll ever see him again. We’re not talking again, but I needed a little break from the intensity anyway.

We’re not talking now…

#astrology #astro placements #astro observations #astro chart #love astrology #astroblr #synastry #pluto aspects #venus square pluto #composite

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Dallas Winston

What if…. Smut ahead

I laid on the floor of my boyfriend’s friends bathroom floor after the hundredth time puking. Buck, my boyfriend’s friend, stood in the door way and chuckled, “Looks like someone’s pregnant.”

I propped myself up on my elbows, “God I hope not, we’ve only done it once and it was my first time.”

Buck laughed again, “I’ll keep my fingers crossed for you toots, but uh you might want to have a talk with Dallas, he’s not exactly daddy material let alone boyfriend material.”

I groaned knowing he was probably right. After all when we first started dating, the first thing he told me was that he wasn’t the faithful type. But since we have started dating he really hasn’t been sleeping around that I have heard of at least. He flirts a little but not like he used to. It was odd but it was what convinced me to finally sleep with him. But if Buck was right, what was I going to do? There was no way wild boy Dallas would stay if he found out I was pregnant. I was just a good time to him with a bit of a chase. How could I have let this happen? Tears streamed down my face not noticing that Dallas had come back from the gas station with his smokes. “Doll, what’s with the tears?” He questions with a laugh. I teared up more which freaked him out. “Doll? What’s wrong? Are you sick? Damn, I knew that stew was bad. I’m sorry baby.”

I shook my head, “No I’ve been sick in the morning for a while and I think Buck might be right.”

Before I could continue he jumped in, “Right about what?”

“I think that I might be pregnant!”

He ran a hand through his hair, “Man… you can’t be serious. You only let me touch you that one time. You can’t be pregnant…man… can you?”

I looked at him tearfully, “I think I am, I’m sick but not, things smell different and taste different. I don’t know… I might be.”

He bobbed his head and body awkwardly thinking, “when was your last period?”

I shrugged, “I’m not sure… maybe a week or so before we did it.”

“So you should be getting it any day now?… ok no need to panic um… I will just run back to the gas station and pick up a test… I’m sure it’s just a stomach bug.” He whispered before kissing my head and walked off.

When he got back he read the box as he shifted uncomfortably, “Ok, pee in this cup and then we’ll use this dropper thing to put it on the test thing.” We did the rest in silence until it the little plus popped up. “Positive… is that good?”

Emotionally drained I sighed, “Depends on how you feel about me being pregnant.”

He ran his hands through his hair again cursing, “Fuck man… I don’t know how to be a dad. I’d make such a lousy dad… I don’t know anything about babies.”

I chuckled nervously, “What are you trying to tell me Dallas? You going to stay?”

He looks at me and then joined me on the floor, “I’m not going to be a dead beat dad like my old man… but I doubt I’ll be much better… I mean look at me… I’m just a delinquent. Who wants a dad like me? Darrel would make a good one but not me… but I won’t abandon it either.”

I nodded thinking about what to say next. “So… parenting classes?”

“Parenting classes? Sounds like something a Socs made up… man…could we even afford that?”

I bit my lip, I hadn’t told him I came from a well off family, but he never asked. I was never one for fancy clothes or snobby friends. My parents know I have a boyfriend from the other side of town and they don’t like it but they haven’t met him. What would they say about this? Would they kick me out if I wanted him to be around? Or would they try to force him to marry me, thus effectively getting him to run? All these thoughts I hadn’t realized I went from crying to sobbing, until Dallas pulled me into his lap and uncharacteristically started cooing “Babe … it’s okay I will get the money… don’t worry it’s okay I’ll clean my act up.”

It took me a minute to get myself together to explain myself, “I should have had this talk with you earlier because now we have even more to get through… while my parents reaction to this could change things I’m from the west side…”

“But you are always working that job at your college campus. Why would you need to work if you got money for school already?”

“To have my own money… which isn’t really that much as it doesn’t exactly pay well and if I get cut off, I’m going to have to drop out of school and then what?”

“Man… I don’t know but that’s my baby in there and I intend on not being some dead beat dad everyone seems to think that I am going to be.” He states standing us both up. “I want to meet your parents and we can tell them together.”

I give him a wtf look before asking, “What’s going on? Have I dreamed of you getting your shit together but I never thought you would ever even suggest trying to get it together.”

Dallas scoffed, “Then why date me? To tell your rich friends your dating a poor bad boy?”

“No! You said it your self your too wild to be faithful.” I spat getting annoyed myself.

He began to fidget, “Yeah… I was that guy… until I saw you. And…In the beginning I did try to sleep around but… I don’t know it was different and I lost interest in just fucking any girl... It’s new to me too man…are you really going to make me say it?”

“Yes because I don’t know what your trying to say.”

“I… I don’t know man…I have feelings for you.”

He’s still jittery and I roll my eyes but know for him that’s the closest thing to I love you. I reluctantly relent and come in for a hug. “I love you too.”

“Pshh” he tried to play it cool as he gave me an one armed hug, “Yeah I don’t know what you’re talking about man…” he gave me a squeeze but couldn’t get himself to look at me. But I kissed up at his jaw earning a smile and then some playful kisses. “Alright, alright, we need to make a plan. Isn’t that what you are always babbling on about?”

“What kind of plan?” I asked trying to see how serious he was about this.

“Like how we will keep you in school, where we will live, how we will take care of the baby if you’re in school and I actually get a job.”

“If I’m lucky I won’t get cut off and my parents will still pay for school but if I do, student loans. Living…” I was unsure about living as there were so many variables to consider.

Buck stuck his head into the bathroom door, “you can keep your room I won’t kick y’all out. Besides babies are chick magnets. Just letting you stay with a baby will get me tail. So two in one, you can know that you’re housing is secure and I might be able to get tail for it.”

Dallas and Buck play rough housed before Dallas trotted back, “So housing solved, child care… maybe your mom? Or uh… maybe Two-bit? He’s a drunk but he wouldn’t…” my glare got him to reevaluate his line of thought, “Okay, okay not Two-bit… but then if you’re parents aren’t willing to help… what then? Do you know anyone who would watch a kid for little to no money? Two-bit might be all we have.”

I heave a sigh, “You’re right but he’s a last resort.”

Dally agreed and after a moment of silence, I began to rub up against him. Specially my hips against his pelvis. Dally smirks, “Now sweetheart, do you really think we should be doing that if we are going to be going to see your parents?”

I nipped at his lips, “What if we do it in the shower.”

“The shower, hmmm? Well who would I be if I denied my princess what she wants?” Dally wiggled his eyebrows and pulled me in.

We locked the bathroom door and began to strip one another. He got the water ready and pulled me into the shower with him. His hands skimmed down my body as his lips graced my lips. His fingers found my clit and he began to rub circles on my nub. I pulled at his hair with one hand as the other drifted down to ghost over his semi. “Is this for me?” I hummed.

“Stop being such a tease.” He whispered as he nipped at my collar bone.

I took him firmly in my hand and began to stroke him. He groaned and withdrew his hand and swatted away mine. He pressed me up against the cold tiled wall and wrapped my legs around his waist. “You ready for me?” I nodded and he plunged himself deep inside my core. Dally groaned and threw his head back as he began to thrust himself into me. I had my arms wrapped tightly around him and my own head buried in the crevice of his neck.

He kept a steady pace until he began to meet his high which triggered my own. We cleaned our selves up and simply went to bed rather than face reality in this moment. “I’m going to be a daddy… and baby I’m never going to leave you.”

#the outsiders dally #dallas winston #dally x reader #dally winston #dally smut #dally Winston smut

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Hey Im the guy who went on a rant about religion and autonomy who you told to watch the Stephen Fry video. I dont know if you meant it to be actual advice or just sarcasm but either way, thank you. Im serious, thank you. I dont agree with some of the things the guy said but quite a few things he mentioned actually got me thinking about stuff. I dont wanna bore you with my entire thought process, and I can tell you’re probably not the kind of person who likes long talks about this kind of stuff (I dont blame you I wouldnt like it if some anonymous stranger started talking about this kind of stuff to me). I still believe in God and all that but the video showed me a new perspective. I still think God is an artist, but Im starting to think he’s more like a writer. Writers may like the characters they write, but that won’t factor into how they write them. Writers don’t care if they’re characters suffer because its all for the sake of a story. Of course it makes no sense that God wants us to worship and praise him, because maybe we’ve been thinking about this all wrong. Maybe praying is just letting the characters have a small say in what happens to the narrative. Maybe the flood was just God retconning his previous narrative. Maybe heaven and hell are just metaphors for happy and bad endings. Maybe we should stop judging other people, condemning the way they live life and see themselves because what really matters is if we were the kind of person who deserves a happy ending. OR MAYBE IVE BEEN READING TOO MUCH WRITING ADVICE ON THIS SITE AND HAVEN’T BEEN SLEEPING ENOUGH WHO KNOWS.

But again, don’t wanna get too into that stuff, I just wanted to say thanks for showing that to me, it genuinely changed a few things about how I view stuff. I was honestly half expecting to either be ignored or made fun of. It means a lot in a weird way that you bothered to respond, and didn’t instantly rip me a new one for my delusions. And sorry about having a religious awakening all over your carpet, thats hard to get out even with bleach. Have a nice day and may all your endings be happy.

I was being genuine when I sent it. It's my pov basically.

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Interview from Rock Hard FR #232

The devil is in the details

You never hid it, Metallica had a big influence on your way of thinking about your career. Impera is your fifth album. It allowed you to play in very big venues, it saw you reach the first place of the US charts. Is it, in a way, your Black Album?

I don't think I can compare our career to Metallica. The band was, at the time, part of this huge mainstream rock wave that was the equivalent of what many rap bands are today. In 1991, Metallica was listened to by every high school student. Whereas, on our side, even if it's undeniable that we're doing well, it's always young people "on the fringe" who listen to us because our trajectory has always been more alternative than mainstream. But it's true that the pressure we felt when creating this fifth album is surely the same as the one Metallica experienced at the time, as well as Iron Maiden with Powerslave (1984). Metallica did have a huge impact on me, it influenced my way of thinking enormously, as did Maiden again, especially in terms of how to tour, how much work to put into our projects, how to behave... We've toured with both bands, and a lot of our strategies - even if it sounds a bit like we're a company - about how to create a good atmosphere for all the people who work with us on the road are very much influenced by the fact that we've opened for them and that they've treated us well.

It is not easy to manage such a success, to manage to prolong the ascension while reinventing oneself sufficiently. Metallica made the choice to drastically change its orientation on all levels, even if it meant taking a big risk. How do you approach this step, which is similar, for Ghost?

We're not at a point where we've accomplished everything yet, especially in terms of gigs, the places I want to play, and there are still a lot of new people to reach. Musically, I already have an album in mind that will contain things we haven't done yet. I also have a film project. But if I ever wanted to do something totally different, I would probably do it under a different name. I'm trying to make Ghost evolve into whatever form it can take, but I would never say to myself, "Okay, I'm going to give up the theatrical stuff, we're going to play in the clothes we wear every day". That's not cool, that's not what we're known for, and that's not what people want. Of course, you could argue that we've already disappointed fans of the first and second albums, who feel they didn't get what they wanted, but exploring new territories and evolving is a very difficult thing to define. Nevertheless, I think there are some key ingredients in the Ghost recipe that I can't subtract without causing serious consequences. If you think of Ghost as a dish in an Italian restaurant, the music is the olives and garlic, our visual attitude is the pasta base, you can't remove one of the two ingredients from such a dish without distorting it... I would add that the lyrics would be the cheese! (laughs) But if I had more time, I would love to play drums in a punk rock band in the future!

I'd like to talk more specifically about the universe and philosophy of the Ghost concept, which is a band that has always given the feeling of being black metal... but without the black metal music. The cover of Prequelle (2018), for example, or the lyrics of a track like "Majesty" are elements that one would easily imagine to find in a black metal band...

I come from the black and death metal scene. I built myself up with it, starting to listen to this music when I was in puberty. My whole adolescence was coloured by this extreme scene, although I grew up listening to a lot of different styles of music. It's clearly my home, where this sort of sub-culture or pop-culture that I like so much comes from. But I also got out of sync with the times pretty quickly: by 1995, I had already lost interest in new bands, being too busy listening to 1985 bands instead! (laughs) The bands I liked the most were still around though. Either because their careers were still going strong, or because they were reforming. In fact, the music that followed me all my life was the music my mother listened to when she was young: The Rolling Stones, The Beatles, The Doors, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix. It was an echo of another era, the 60s and 70s, which I obviously never experienced. But metal being closer to me, it comes out in Ghost, even though a lot of our melodic elements come from something else. It's in the attitude and the lyrics that you find my black metal, death metal and punk influences. This nervousness, this biting side, the will to move mountains with words, in a very adolescent, aggressive approach...

Since the beginning of the band, some of your lyrics have been precisely anchored in religious references, sacred texts like the Bible. For example, Satan Prayer contains an ‘inverted’ version of the Nicene creed, and many other lyrics refer to very specific things that I imagine you have studied in detail...

Yes, I've always been interested in religion, especially when I started, as a teenager, to get interested in demons and the occult. That was the beginning of my first band. I started writing songs and spent a lot of time with a dictionary, trying to collect words, phrases, and that's what I still do with Ghost today. When you work with words, you have this desire to explore your inner self, linguistically, to refine your language. I'm bilingual, but I want to keep learning new words, new phrases, grammar, whether it's in English or Swedish. When I started writing lyrics, I wanted to do death metal, then black metal, and all the bands I listened to used these words and names inspired by biblical or semi-biblical texts, or expressions in "Latinized" English. I read books on religion, the Bible of course, but I also turned to films, anything I could find, at a time when, without the Internet, it was more difficult to find sources. I collected and gathered a lot of things!

There's another thing you've cultivated since the beginning, in parallel with these very satanic lyrics: it's your sense of humour, which allows for a rather explosive duality. So, when Ghost was still only on Myspace, you were already sending deadpan messages to the fans who contacted you. Like: “you'll burn in hell for eternity for being interested in Ghost... but you can still send us your questions!”

(Laughs) As far back as I can remember, I've always been like that! It sounds a bit silly when you say it like that, but the world loves to laugh. I've always been guided by humour, satire, even when I was playing with Repugnant. Even back then I had a bit of an ironic attitude, and I always added humorous elements to my work. I've always enjoyed both the joking and the very dark - at least on the surface - aspects of some bands. In the underground scene I know, with the exception of a few idiots who were completely dead inside, and who actually had huge mental problems, most of my friends were very funny guys, always guided by the joke and the humour. That's a very important thing to me. I can't imagine living without comedy, without the ability to laugh at almost anything. From my point of view, it's what allows us to deal with things that are supposed to make us cry. There are so many tragic and horrible events in the world, and you'll always find someone to say, "No, it's too soon to laugh about it". But for me, it's never too early. It's a very contemporary thing, to constantly question what we are allowed to laugh about, what we are allowed to say. But I really think that in the future we'll be able to start laughing at everything again, because that's how we get through things. No matter how negative or horrible the subject is, that's how we should live our lives: trying to entertain each other, allowing ourselves to have fun with almost - and I mean almost - everything.

As we said, despite this fun side, your lyrics are very serious. Nevertheless, in the eyes of some listeners, you may give the idea that all this is only a parody of Satanic codes, for fun. It is however difficult to imagine you making fun of Satanism when we know the strong links you had with the late Selim Lemouchi (The Devil's Blood) or that still unite you with Erik Danielsson (Watain), two figures who we know do not joke at all with the question...

(He cuts me off) But I don't make fun of Satanism! Not at all! That was never my intention (silence) I take the example of the book The Name Of The Rose, written by Umberto Eco. Anybody who reads this book can understand, especially in Europe, where many people grew up under a Catholic religious influence... Do you have any recollection of the Church being associated with anything comical or funny? Do you remember priests as comedians, who make you laugh and have a good time? No... Because the devil has always represented intellectualism, freedom of thought, comedy and satire, whereas Christianity has always represented the opposite: the repression of feelings and needs. For me, if you want to approach things from a satanic angle, I can't imagine a more satanic life than the one we propose! (laughs) We talk about freedom, intellectualism, laughter, not following the conformist path. There is sometimes an attitude among the people who form the underground scene that makes them confuse the totalitarian nature of the Church with its opposite. But what do you want? A totalitarian Christianity without the slightest hint of laughter or the other way? You decide... It's also a funny confusion when it comes to the symbols, rhetorical elements, references to the Bible and visual language we use, both in Ghost and in metal in general: we are all fascinated by the devil, power, all that stuff, but to my knowledge, not a single destructive empire in the history of mankind has been designated as Satanic... The number of murders perpetrated by Satanists can be counted on the fingers of a few hands, whereas the HUGE amount of people tortured, raped, killed, burned, stoned, dismembered, thrown like piles of rubbish in public places, for thousands of years, in the name of Christianity and other religions, is insurmountable. Who are those who do harm? (silence) Who are those who cannot take a joke? If you don't want to laugh and prefer to become an authoritarian person, determined to fuck people up, you should go and see a priest, it's the best thing to do...

A band like Black Sabbath had to make their non-Satanism clear early in their career because they couldn't stand to be misunderstood, both by believers and by Satanists themselves. Ghost is eminently more blasphemous than Black Sabbath, but you were never forced by events to speak out on the issue. The Telegraph newspaper recently ran the headline: "How Ghost became the acceptable face of Satanism".

I think it has a lot to do with the groundwork Black Sabbath laid fifty years ago. The first Satanic bands, like Black Widow, Coven or Black Sabbath - and I think even the Rolling Stones, although it's just a word in the title of a song (editor's note: Sympathy For The Devil /1968) - were confronted with the peculiarity of the late 60s. They were in their twenties, born in the 40s, and had taken a big leap into a new era, with all these new freedoms that their parents didn't have, who had been born in the 10s or 20s. And their parents were embarrassed by it all. The long hair alone was too much, not to mention the way they lived their sexuality and didn't care about anything. For their parents, these kids were ruining everything. Today, I dare say that our concerts probably bring together four generations of people. Those born in the 40s, others born in the 50s and 60s, then my generation, and finally the younger ones. All of these people have grown up with a pop-cultural Satan in one way or another, whether it's movies or rock music. It's not as provocative as it used to be, unless you're a puritan or a black metalhead who doesn't know how to smile and thinks that Ghost is joking with Satanism... I would like to point out something else in this regard: of course, Ghost never joked with Satan, not at all, but on the other hand, I'm not trying to embody the face of Satanism. My approach is different from that of Selim or Erik. I'm not trying to get people to take my... (fumbling for words)... whether I am a Satanist or not. At the end of the day, we're an entertainment group. I want to make people happy, but also inspire them. And while I'm doing that with my band, I take the opportunity to give the listeners an idea of what I think about things, how I feel about them. But let's say there is no... programme! (small laugh) I don't think that way. I want to do my bit to help make the world a better place, according to my vision, that of someone who grew up in the 80s with VHS of horror films. My childhood memories are of such a liberated cultural climate... We had almost no restrictions, and I combined that with my personal life, with an older brother and a very liberal mother. There was BB King in one room, the Dead Kennedys in the other, and me in the middle, playing on the table with my Star Wars figures. I believe in a very culturally liberated society, and I want to offer a kind of big buffet with all these things that made me. I think most people think like me. At least the ones I know, because there are of course people elsewhere in the world who seem to miss the great days of the KGB... I don't know what they miss most: perhaps the lack of food and the empty stalls? But it's natural to be nostalgic, to want to go back to a time when life was cool. I believe that, in the near future, the life we are talking about will be allowed to exist. We will be able to listen to rock'n'roll, eat whatever we want, kiss whoever we want as long as they agree to be kissed back, and that's regardless of gender. And the only thing I can do to move those mountains is music, making people dance and laugh. It's the only thing I've ever been interested in, and also the only thing I'm capable of doing. I can't do more, I can't do differently...

The children's choir at Hellfest singing "Come together for Lucifer’s son" is far more disturbing than any ritual with pig's blood and inverted crosses. Yet few people are shocked. Most find it fun. Ghost is thus a kind of joyful satanic expression!

I love the duality of this experience! I also have my moments where I turn into a poser doing the "invisible oranges" gesture [editor’s note: a gesture that consists of holding both hands in front of you as if you were holding oranges] when I hear something that sounds **EVIL** (laughs) I like this aggressive, dark side, because it is also a part of me. But I chose to present this part, at least with Ghost, in a more joyful, positive way, because I believe that the Force is a balance. You have to combine the light and the dark. Everything evolves in a circular way, and if you try to trick people into using only one or the other side, it doesn't work. I don't believe in that. Doing this kind of stuff is the most intuitive way to express myself and my feelings. For me, "Monstrance Clock" with children defines me exactly, in the strongest way: it's funny and solemn at the same time, in a sacred sense... It's my more childish side because I also want to believe in supernatural things. I really do!

Because you are not an atheist.

(Firmly) No! I am not! I believe in the Force! Of all the explanations that exist, George Lucas' is the best: we have to work with the Force, it needs to evolve, but you can use it in two different ways, positive or negative. With it, you can destroy as well as rebuild...

#the band ghost #tobias forge #interview

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Melodic Memories | Ateez

FANDOM: Ateez

PAIRING: Yeosang x Reader

WORD COUNT: 1522

RATING: PG

POTENTIAL TRIGGERS: N/A

SUMMARY: Even when schedules keep your boyfriend busy, he does his best to make it to you apartment at least once a week for a date night.

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Cooking was something you were decent enough at that you could have dinner at your apartment with the guys, but it was only once or twice a month. More common than the “family gatherings” of the members and yourself, however, is a visit usually once a week when your boyfriend is able to make it, a kind of date night between the two of you. But it wasn’t a date in the normal way one thinks of dates. There is never the need for candlelight or extra expensive food (unless you had to get beef, of course). It’s just the two of you cooking, chatting, occasionally singing along to the music you play softly. You were finishing setting up the prep when you hear the key in the door and pause in making sure everything is ready to look over your shoulder, giving a smile when Yeosang walks through the door. You know the sounds of him setting a bag down and locking the door behind him, knowing he’ll pick up the overnight bag and place it on the couch as he moves to cross the distance between you. Your one bedroom loft is decent enough in size, and the kitchen is fairly close to the door, so it’s not that far of a walk for him to join you, wrapping his arms around your waist for a long moment.

“You’re late.” you tease as you tilt your head back, placing a quick kiss to his jaw, quickly noticing the newly changed color of his hair. “You went to a black?”

“I was working on stuff with Hongjoong.” he counters, chuckling at the pout you give him and leaning down just enough to steal a proper kiss. “I did. Do you like it?”

“Yeosang, I like you with any color of hair. Of course I like it, you dolt.” you tease, turning in his arms to nuzzle against his chest, breathing in his scent. It’s been a while since he’s been able to come over, the group was in the studio and practice rooms preparing for the next round of promotions. You don’t have to tell him you’ve missed him, you’re well aware he knows when his arms tighten around you for a moment, the familiar action of placing a kiss on your temple and then your cheek his response as you both stand there. “What are we making?” he finally opts to change the subject, letting you go so he could step to the sink and wash his hands.

“Something simple, because last time was a headache.” You muse. “Teaching you to cook has been a full time gig, you know.”

“Hey, we’ve made strides.” Yeosang answers as he dries his hands, tilting his head. “I haven’t burned anything in a while.” His hair is freshly dyed, a few stray tendrils falling into his face as he sets the hand towel on the counter. He’s had lighter hair for a while so the new color is a contrast that makes you smile as you watch him. “But you didn’t answer my question, precious.”

“I said simple, right? Most of the work is already done, we just have to put it together and stick it in the oven.”

“Doesn’t that counteract your goal?”

“I was not about to try and do everything with you since you were running late. So no, it doesn’t, because you, sir, still need to get proper rest.” You emphasize the you with a tap to his nose with your finger, smiling as he scrunches his face in that way that makes you smile. “And besides, I don’t want to hear Woo bitch at me for you being tired.”

His lips curve up in amusement at you, shaking his head a little when you mention Wooyoung before he leans in to seal his lips over yours again. "You worry too much, Y/N."

"It's called being in love with an idol. It's a much more complicated position than people tend to believe." You tease, lifting your arms to wrap them around his neck. "But I take my job of taking care of you seriously."

"Are you this serious at your job?" Yeosang quips back.

"Ew, no. My work is never exciting enough for me to be so serious about it." It's an odd kind of banter, but it's yours. Sliding your hands from where they were locked behind his head, you turn around to show him the different layers for the casserole. In a few minutes, the two of you have filled the dish and it's in the oven. Yeosang has pinned you on the counter when you decided to perch on the one across from the oven, standing between your legs while you wait for the food to finish. His arms are settled around your waist comfortably, hands warm against the small of your back while your own hands rest behind his neck, fingers playing with the soft tresses as you talk, your face tucked into the crook of his neck. Then the song changes and there's a shift in his posture that makes you tilt your head up at him.

"Yeo?" Your voice is soft as you watch him; you can see him come out from his thoughts at your voice before he reaches up to run a hand through your hair.

"Sorry, I haven’t heard this song in a while. It took me back for a moment." The timbre of his voice is comforting, and you know he's being sincere, but you turn to look at your phone to remind yourself of the name of the song.

"Why is it-"

"This is the song that was playing when I realized I was in love with you." Yeosang doesn't typically cut you off, but he obviously knew your question. Your head snaps back to look at him, only to be met by one of his hands cupping your face. "It was the first time the guys convinced you to come with us to a theme park, remember? After we'd left for the day and were heading to the hotel." His smile is soft and you're entranced by the softness in his voice as he explains, remembering the day in question clearly. "We decided to have an impromptu picnic and Hongjoong let you use the speaker. Wooyoung and San dragged you down by the river to show you to the fish."

"San pushed me in." You recalled with a pout, but the memory has the two of you laughing anyway.

"He did. But you pulled Wooyoung right in with you." Yeosang chuckled. "As the rest of us watched you three have a water fight, we were laughing.”

“I think Hwa still has the video.” You laugh. Yeosang shrugged a shoulder before he continued in his anecdote. “Then you managed to break away and came over to cuddle into me so they’d leave you alone for a minute, it dawned on me."

"Baby, I knocked the wind out of you when I slipped and fell into you."

"That didn’t matter, though." He counters, leaning to kiss your forehead. "You already had me before then, you know. My heart and soul. The guys adored you, the staff loved you for always thinking about them when you brought gifts. But that day, that moment sticks with me above all, with this song playing, as the moment when I realized how much you mean to me. That's when I knew I loved you more than words. That I would always love you." It's a romantic moment, and you shouldn't cry, but tears blur your vision, and you return your face to his neck, nuzzling against his pulse softly. His arms lock more securely around you and hold you to him, both of you quiet and content to just share the moment.

"I will always love you, Yeosang.” you finally murmur as the song comes to an end, pressing a kiss at his jaw again. “I can’t tell you how very lucky I feel just to love you, to have you in my life. You've kept me going even when I wanted to give up."

"Just don't ever give up." He murmurs, one hand ghosting fingers up your back to brush through your hair again, making you lean into the touch with a smile. “I need you, Y/N. Always.” This is the version of him no fan really gets to see, the quiet and affectionate side he typically doesn’t show. This is the behind the scenes, no cameras allowed version of Yeosang that’s reserved for you, his family and the other members of the group.

You open your mouth to reply, but you’re cut off when the music fades down so the timer on your phone can go off. Reluctantly pulling yourself from the warmth of his arms, you turn back to swipe the cancel, turning back so you can nudge Yeosang back enough for you to get off, but he beats you to it. “Let’s eat. Then we get everything cleaned up and go to bed. Deal?" The way he smiles at you in reply makes your heart melt.

"Deal."

#domestic aesthetics series #ateez fanfiction #yeosang x reader #atz fanfiction #ateez #making a fantasy…a beautiful galaxy ✾ my fics

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Bully Pt. 2

Warnings: CNC, oral (female receiving), angst

After almost letting Rafe have his way with me, I decide I need to put as much distance between us as possible. I confide in my father that Rafe is unbearable and I work better without him. He agrees that there’s no point in me working from Wards office only and that I should be able to do everything I need from my apartment. They were working on renting actual office space but for now I could pick. He also told me that while I may not like Rafe, he does and he’d appreciate me helping Rafe step into Ward’s shoes as much as I can.

I love my father more than anything but I’m still an adult and Rafe Cameron could not torment me if I didn’t let him. So unless he runs to Ward and tells him I’m not allowing him to help, he’d never know. Rafe likes to steal all the credit anyway so what did it matter?

As luck would freaking have it, I realize I left the supplier address book in Wards office. I recall most of the phone numbers by memory but by the third day, I know I need to go get it.

I manage to sneak into the Cameron mansion and into the office without drawing attention to myself. I’m just opening the middle drawer when the door opens. Rafe smiles as he enters and slowly shuts the door behind him. I’m suddenly glancing at the couch, remembering what we did there.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” Rafe says calmly, stalking towards me. Only the desk remains between us. I can’t run. There’s no where to run. I’m suddenly terrified if he gets his hands on me again I’ll let him do whatever he wants.

Because I’m fucked up and part of me knows he’d fuck me within an inch of my life.

It was a never ending battle between my mind and my body.

“Please, Rafe. Just let me leave.” I growl. Rafe smiles.

“You haven’t held up your part of the deal.”

Everything about him screams predator. And I’m the prey.

“Why me? You could have anyone.”

“Because you don’t bore me. You don’t throw yourself at me.”

“Are you serious? If you want to change it up, get a dating app.” Rafe lunges for me over the desk and misses. I use the opportunity to run for the bathroom but he catches me, shoving me against the vanity.

“I like your fight. Never stop fighting. Don’t make it easy on me.” Rafe cups my throat from behind, his other arm around my waist as our eyes lock in the mirror.

“So if I just lay there and take it you’ll get bored?” I spat and he smiles, kissing my neck.

“It’s too late for that.”

“Wait, wait. I’ll blow you. I’ll suck your dick.” Rafe’s hand freezes on the top of my shorts as he meet my eyes in the mirror.

“You gonna make it worth my time? You expect me to be nice to you for a simple blow job?”

“I’ll suck your dick like my life depends on it.”

“I want more than that. I want to taste you.” My breathing hitches as he unbuttons my shorts and pushes them off my hips.

“We should go somewhere..” My shorts hit the floor, his blue eyes boring into mine in the mirror as he tugs my panties down next.

“We’re doing this here.” He pushes on my back, bending me over the vanity. His hands slide over my ass and spread me obscenely wide. My entire body seems to blush and I hear him curse. Then he’s burying his face in my pussy.

A moan slips free but I quickly clamp my mouth shut. His tongue assaults my clit like no one ever has. I find myself unable to take in a full breath. Then his hands tighten on my ass and his tongue plunges deep inside me. My eyes roll back as I cum, whimpering and trembling as the orgasm washes over me.

I think he’s going to stop and let me pay up but he doesn’t. Rafe feasts and feasts on me until I’m breathless and three orgasms in. I can barely hold myself up and my knees threaten to buckle. Just when I think I’ll die right here from the over stimulation, the faintest knock comes from the office door. Rafe growls angrily as he marches over to the door while I quickly compose myself. That’s twice. Twice we’ve almost been caught. And twice that he hasn’t cum.

“Rafe! Can you not answer your phone?” I hear his sister that’s not Sarah scold him after he throws the door open.

“I never heard it ring. Why is it so important?” I hear Rafe snap.

“Dad wants you to come to the job site.”

“I’m busy.”

“Fine. Make dad mad. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” The door slams shut followed by Rafe’s cursing. I’ve barely slowed my racing heart when Rafe’s appears in the bathroom door, looking murderous as ever. Those blue eyes.

“I’m not done with you. Not by a long shot.” Rafe growls.

“I’ve let you touch me twice. That should give me a week.” I fight to keep my voice even. Rafe takes a warning step towards me.

“Fine. A week. Then you’re mine. I won’t be gentle.”

“How are things with going the Cameron boy?” My father asks. I stop with my fork almost to my mouth as I gawk at him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I set my fork down, my appetite gone.

“What? He’s young and unmarried. His family has money.”

“He’s also as dull and boring as they come.”

“No one is going to be perfect, Y/N.”

“I could do better.”

“You could do worse.”

“Thanks dad. Glad there’s a limit on my happiness. Don’t shoot too high. Might as well tell me to settle.” I grab my plate and empty it in the trash before placing it in the sink.

“Rafe Cameron will take over for his father. With you as his wife, you’d inherit my shares and his. You’d end up owning 100% of the business. What’s wrong with that? I just want what’s best for you. I want you to be taken care of.” His words cut me like a knife. Is that all that matters?

“I’d rather go without than have Rafe Cameron as my husband.” The tightness in my throat threatens to suffocate me.

“Don’t be stupid. There’s nothing wrong with him. You’re just making excuses. You always make excuses. No guy will ever meet your impossibly high standards.” I flinch at his words. Was he right? I always found something wrong with every guy I dated. There was nothing wrong with not settling. My parents settled and now they’re divorced.

I stay silent. What’s the point in fighting? What’s the point in fighting anyone over anything? Rafe will get what he wants. My father will get what he wants. I’ll forever be a pawn in everyone else’s game.

“I’m going to head out. Thank you for dinner. I’m sorry I upset you. Just please think about what I said. I love you.” The door shuts behind my father and I close my eyes, willing the tears away.

Why did he have to apologize? Why couldn’t he stay mad so I could stay mad?

There’s a knock on my door and it startles me. Did he forget something?

I throw the door open and come face to face with my devil.

#smutwarning #outer banks smut #obx2 #rafe outer banks #rafe fanfiction #rafe cameron smut #dark!fic #dark!rafe cameron

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thezoraprince · 2 years

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A Trip to the Lake - Sidon x Reader

“if possible, and as silly as you want to make it: imagines where reader is link’s companion fairy (like navi). all i can imagine is sidon looking like he's talking to thin air, and everyone is confused, but he lifts up one of his little fin-flap thingies and it turns out you were sitting on his shoulder the whole time” - anon

this was my very first request on this page, and i’m so happy to have FINALLY finished it! when first reading it, it reminded me of that episode from the office where jim and pam are talking on the world’s smallest bluetooth, and jim pranks dwight into thinking he’s talking to himself. so, needless to say that i used some dialogue and inspo from that. (s5 ep7) this one took me a while, and i DEFINITELY need to brush up on writing lol

enjoy :)

(p.s.: i know totk has definitely changed they way we’ve expected hyrule to be rebuilt, so i’m just gonna pretend that we haven’t seen anything yet and keep everything normal-ish for this little piece.)

y/n - your name

(requests are open!)

Toto Lake is always beautiful this time of year. But you can’t see it, anyway. All you can see is the inside of Sidon’s ear fin. You’ve sat on his shoulder the whole trip up, and how you’ve managed to stay on, and hidden, is a mystery to the both of you. You're all sat on the bank side, the other three looking out into the waters. You? All you can see is a deep scarlett fin.

Zelda and Link decided to join the two of you. You don't seem to know that they think you're not there, yet. You try to make conversation, but the sound of your voice is muffled by Sidon's ear fin. Zelda is going on and on about how beautiful Castletown is looking after the restoration of most of the buildings and fountains, as well as how much foliage has grown since the malice has disappeared. Link pulls out the Sheikah Slate and shows Sidon a photo. You manage to catch a quick glimpse before he puts it away.

“Wow!” Sidon says. “Castletown is really coming together.”

Zelda smiles. “I can’t wait to see how it will look when everything’s finished! With so many homes and businesses rebuilt, hopefully it will be as lively as it was before the Calamity.”

You sit quietly, listening to their conversation. You’ve caught on by this point, and you really want to make it worth while.

“Hey,” you whisper. “what sounds good for dinner?”

Sidon thinks for a moment. “I really like the idea of hearty salmon for tonight. How does that sound to you?”

Zelda and Link both give him a look of confusion.

“Well,” Zelda begins, “that was extremely out of context, but I do love hearty salmon.”

Link nods in agreement.

Sidon turns to Zelda. “What do you mean?”

“Hearty salmon.” she continues. “Didn't you ask if it sounded good?”

“Yes, but--”

“Are you alright, Sidon?” Zelda stands up and places her hand on Sidon’s forehead. “You feel a little cold.”

“I mean…” Sidon watches her sit back down. “that could be because of the contrast of Zora and Hylian body temperatures.”

“Very true.”

Everyone sat in silence for a bit. Zelda was wading in the shallow part of the lake, and Link was skipping pebbles across the water.

“You know what would be great?” Sidon asked.

“Hmm.”

“If we had some bright-eyed crab with our salmon."

Zelda and Link once again give him that look.

“Huh?” Zelda stands up and walks over to him.

“What?”

Zelda sighs. “Are you sure you’re feeling well?”

“Yes, Princess.” Sidon speaks a little more sternly. “I’m feeling perfectly normal.”

Link snickers at the two of them.

“I’m being serious!” She continues on. “You’ve not been your normal self today, Sidon. You’ve been talking to thin air, laughing over nothing, and going on about dinner plans we didn’t even make the whole time we’ve been here. What’s going on?”

“I’m talking to y/n.”

“Y/n’s not here, Sidon!”

Sidon raises an eyebrow at her. “What are you talking about? I have been ta— ”

“Wait, shut up.”

“I’m sorry?”

Zelda puts a finger to her lips and whispers. “Shh. Do you hear that?”

Sidon’s eyes widen. “Hear what?��

“Breathing… Is that you?”

“Well, I am breathing, yes.”

Zelda looks around. “Well, stop. Hold your breath.” She walks over to the other side of Sidon. “I still hear it… Who’s there? Link?!” She turns to look at the boy in blue.

OH!!!” Sidon raises up his ear fin, and there you are, sitting on his shoulder.

“Hi!” You wave at Zelda.

Link is absolutely rolling with laughter.

Zelda’s face turns bright red in humiliation. “I—”

Sidon interrupts. “I seriously forgot you couldn’t see y/n! I’m so sorry for worrying you!”

Zelda sits back down yet again, her face buried in her hands from embarrassment.

“You have to admit though,” You jump off Sidon’s boulder and walk over to her. “that was the funniest hour and a half you’ve had in a long time.”

Zelda lifts her head. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“And besides,” you add. “you’re always invited to dinner!”

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canonicallyobserving911 · 1 year

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After the Tsunami

Fanonwriter2023 on AO3

Where CANON and FANON collide!

New Buddie Fanfic

After the Tsunami

12K Words Rated: Teen and Up Audiences

After the Tsunami is part 7 in The After Series.

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Here’s a snippet of Buck’s and Eddie’s argument after Buck told Bobby “I quit!” _______________

“Ok… Buck please listen to me.” Eddie walks closer so he can stand in front of him. “You had an embolism. Do you know how serious that is? Also, why didn’t you tell me your leg was hurting when we were working out in the gym? Did you just ignore the pain?”

Buck turns his head to the side because he knows the truth, he did ignore it. He felt it but he didn’t want to admit it was something that could keep him from going back to work. So, he decides to tell Eddie the same thing he told Maddie.

“Because I didn’t know what it was and I thought it was a leg spasm or maybe a leg cramp or something… but I didn’t know.”

Eddie walks over and stands in front of Buck. “You still should have said something.” He bites his lip while he looks into Buck’s eyes. “Listen to me, ok. I was scared to death when I saw you coughed up blood and I panicked after you passed out. I—I couldn’t watch you…” He trails off because he doesn’t want to say, ‘I couldn’t watch you die’.

It’s only been a few months since he watched Shannon die and he remembers how hard it was for him and Christopher. Shannon wanted to leave them again the same way she did in El Paso, TX and she didn’t want to rebuild their family either. In fact she suggested they get divorced but she died before he had the chance to tell her how much she hurt them. Then he read the letter she told him she wrote to their son before she left them in Texas and he remembers how his heart broke when he read the part where she said she didn’t want to be a mother yet but he never told anyone about it, not even Buck.

Buck stepped in without Eddie having to ask him to and he’s been there every step of the way even when Shannon came back, Buck was still there for Christopher. He’s been a second parent to Christopher long before Eddie contacted Shannon to interview at the Durand School. That’s why Eddie knows, if Buck had died, he wouldn’t have survived it and Christopher would have lost another parent.

“Buck… I had to keep it together so no one would know that we’ve been…” He stops talking.

Now Buck’s frustrated and he’s so upset the color of his eyes change from baby blue to gray. He stands up so he can be face to face with Eddie.

“What Eddie!? We’ve been what!? You can’t even say it can you?” He shakes his head in disbelief without breaking eye contact because they’ve had sex and he told Eddie he loves him but Eddie still can’t or won’t acknowledge outside of his loft’s four walls they’ve been together for almost two full months now and Buck’s just tired.

Eddie lowers his head and doesn’t verbally respond.

“Yeah… that's what I thought. I told you I love you but you haven’t said it back and you know what… I—I’m not even surprised because I’m…” He was going to say he’s unlovable but he’s tired and he doesn’t want to talk about this anymore

“Don’t worry about me because I’ll be fine and I don’t need your help or anyone’s for that matter.” He lowers his eyes and says, “I’ll be ok and I’d appreciate it if you would leave.”

Eddie looks up to meet his eyes but Buck’s already turned to face the balcony.

“Hey?” Eddie reaches out to touch him but he can see Eddie’s reflection in the window and he steps forward so he can’t.

“Please... don’t! It’s fine because I’ve been on my own before and this isn’t new for me. I’ll be fine.”

Eddie stands there for a few seconds and Buck thinks he’s waiting to see if he’ll turn around. Then he says, “We’ll talk again after you stop sulking!” and at that, Eddie walks towards the door, opens it without looking back and leaves.

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#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #christopher diaz #the buckley diaz family #buckley diaz family #911 on fox #911 fox #911onfox #911 #911 fanfic #buddie fanfic #ao3 fanfic #Fanonwriter2023 on AO3

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twilightmalachite · 5 months

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2×2 - Grown-Up Situation 5

Author: Akira

Characters: Yuuta, Hinata, Shinobu, Nagisa

Translator: Mika Enstars

"The complicated heart of a maiden (?), I guess…"

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Winter

Location: Inside Studio Bus

Reminiscence over, present time. Inside the location bus traveling for filming 2×2…

Shinobu: Hmmm.

A producer showdown, huuuh… This is somehow turning out to be more complicated than I’d thought, de goza—

Ah, um, thought.

Yuuta: …♪

Hinata: The pressure in that silence is crazy… I’m so sorry.

Actually, I’m surprised that you didn’t know anything at all about the situation, Shinobu-kun. You asked him to help out without explaining a thing, Yuuta-kun…?

Yuuta: Yup. ‘Cuz if I explained the situation, then he wouldn’t be helping out of “pure kindness”.

I needed Shinobu-kun’s help, but I didn’t want it out of pity.

Hinata: The complicated heart of a maiden (?), I guess… Even still, you should at least check the job description in the case of a strange incident, Shinobu-kun.

Nagisa: …You are being used to someone else’s convenience. Hiyori-kun used to scold me often for that.

…He’d say I listen too readily to whatever Ibara tells me to do.

…Although I also think that kind of unconditional love is what love is.

Yuuta: So you understand me?

Nagisa: …I do, but you must at least explain things properly.

…Not everyone cares about “those sorts of things” as much as I do.

…However, it sounds like this situation is rather troublesome.

…If you are facing serious trouble, perhaps I could make a proposal to the P-Association.

…I don’t want to involve children in meaningless conflicts, no, the meaningless conflicts of adults.

Yuuta: Hm~… The words of the oh-excellent “top idol” would certainly be hard to ignore, but…

Could you please refrain from doing anything unnecessary? While I think we’ve reaaally gotten caught up in something real troublesome—

It is true that this 2×2 is a massive opportunity we could have ever hoped for, and it was a good choice for us.

Hinata: That’s right. ‘Course it’s nothing compared to SS, but it’s the biggest project we’ve ever been the center of.

If we can ride this big wave, we might even be able to join the ranks of top idols this time around!

Nagisa: …You have a strong desire to rise as ever. It’s no wonder you and Ibara get along so well.

Shinobu: Hm. While I don’t like the idea of being dragged into a conflict between adults, it does appear they are competing fairly and with sportsmanship thus far.

It’s not like someone is going to die whether they win or lose…

If it’s done like a sport, then I (sessha) would also like to give my usual support and cooperation de gozasorry I used “sessha” again!

Yuuta: It’ll distract from the conversation, so don’t worry ‘bout it right now, okay~?

Shinobu: Huh, for real? Yay, I (sessha) have been forgiven…☆

Yuuta: … … *silently marking down tallies in a notebook*

Shinobu: Uu. A-Anyway, to summarize—

Each time, the different producer in charge of 2wink’s namesake program 2×2 changes.

Nagisa: …Anzu-san, and Yamada-san? So she’s taking turns being the producer in charge with this big-name producer?

Hinata: That’s right. And after all 12 episodes air, the winner will be determined by the number of viewership ratings each of the 12 episodes garnered.

Yuuta: The competition is based not on which has the highest rating, but the total of the ratings, so every episode counts!

Shinobu: Well, I don’t know much about this YamadaP person de gozaru, but each time, Anzu-dono gives it all her might, de gozaru!

Hinata: But that’s the problem with YamadaP~. We haven’t known him for too long or too deeply, so we don’t really know what kind of person he is.

Nagisa: …I know, to some extent.

…Actually, I was curious, so I had looked into him..

Yuuta: Ooh, so he’s such an amazing person that even caught the interest of Ran-senpai, huh?

Hinata: This YamadaP really is a big-shot, huh~?

Nagisa: …No, it was simply out of curiosity, not because I recognize his ability.

…This Yamada-san is someone whose vigorous activities has had him being praised as being an “active volcano”.

Being an active volcano, he is sometimes called “Your Excellency”.[1]

…Since Ibara also calls me Your Excellency, I got curious and looked into him.

Hinata: So it really was “just” curiosity…

Shinobu: I kinda understand… Having the same name makes me interested with a sense of familiarity de gozaru, like how I’m a big fan of the Sengoku period warlord Sengoku Gonbei![2]

Yuuta: Though I’m not interested in Aniki, even though we share the same last name “Aoi”.

Hinata: The older brother has been hurt by the younger brother’s heartless words!

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“Active volcano” in japanese is 活火山 (kakkazan). Your Excellency is 閣下 (kakka). A fitting nickname!

The Sengoku in this warlord’s name uses the same characters as Shinobu’s last name “Sengoku”! On the other hand, the characters used for “Sengoku Period” are different.

#2×2 #2x2 #yuuta aoi #hinata aoi #shinobu sengoku #nagisa ran #translation #event

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theanticool · 2 years

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What are your thoughts on Charles vs Islam? Since we are so close I’d figure I’d ask again. I’ve gone back and forth on it and I feel we are gunna have to wait and see what actually happens because there is still a lot that remains to be seen. After listening to heavy hands and Charles being pinned down by other grapplers in the past gives me concern, though I feel as a grappler he’s improved since then. What do you think?

I had a whole thing I was going write for this fight. Took notes and everything, but life gets in the way of my MMA obsession so I’m going to dump it all here in your answer instead.

Charles’ guard is overrated, but only in the sense that EVERYONE’s guard is overrated in MMA. It just is not a winning position in this sport. If Islam gets Charles down and can keep him from instantly creating space to get up or sweep, he’s probably going to beat him up in that position. I don’t trust Oliveira’s gas tank. We’ve seen him wilt against big physical fighters before like Felder (granted, that was from Oliveira trying to push a ridiculous grappling pace on Felder but still) and dude fights like he has to be back in the locker room in like 5 minutes. Everything is a sprint with him, including his guard. So him throwing up armbars for like 3 minutes before Islam flattens him out and beats him down makes sense. And unlike against Poirier and Gaethje, the guard isn’t a rest area. If Makhachev hurts Oliveira in the clinch should they tie up or Oliveira falls down for whatever reason (KD, TD, tripped, etc), that’s not a rest position.

BUT my question for Makhachev is how many people have engaged him on their own terms? Guys like Hooker, Green, and Moises just willingly gave him the center of the cage because, ironically enough, they didn’t want to get taken down. That’s also how they all fight a lot of the time but still, Islam is from a camp that specializes in cage wrestling. They’re entire identity is based around putting opponents up against the cage or near there and getting them down and using the limited space to not let them back up. Against Tsarukyan, Islam didn’t really need to chase a target either because Tsarukyan was actively trying to outwrestle him. Drew Dober is a bit of a boxer-puncher but he’s never been a guy with any type of serious range tools. He’s been known to be takedown-able. The only person I can recall being the aggressor against Makhachev is Davi Ramos. Ramos is a great grappler that Makhachev didn’t bother trying to takedown. That was in part cause Ramos is a limited striker who relies on big explosive movement and Makhachev was picking him off as he charged in. But how much of that was Ramos just not giving Makhachev the read he wanted to push the wrestling? Oliveira probably doesn’t fare well on the ground against Makhachev for long stretches, but if Oliveira’s confidence in his wrestling/grappling carries him to be the aggressor on the feet? If it leads to him throwing sharp strikes from range like he was doing against Poirier and Gaethje that forces Makhachev back? Maybe he doesn’t need to be.

A few weeks ago I said Khabib was a better striker than Islam. Islam has certainly become better as a striker from the days he got KTFO by Adriano Martins. He’s cleaner with his technique. He has more variety, especially with the kicks. But I said what I said because Khabib’s striking had strategic variety rather than weapon variety. It wasn’t always pretty or fluid, but Khabib’s offense was always able to engage an opponent on multiple levels. He’d be able to get an opponent to commit to a jab or paw out with his striking/feints before ducking under that lead hand to turn it to a takedown. He was able to take aggressive opponents and tie them up. He was able to use the threat of the level change to get his strikes off. He had a nice stiff jab that he was able to angle off of to take breaks slow the pace of fights down so he could gather his energy back after high paced rounds. I just haven’t seen that level of craft put into Makhachev’s game, in part cause he’s been fighting guys who are willing to give him all the positions he wants in the poor assumption that they will be safe from his wrestling there. It’s not really a knock on Islam but it’s a big question that is hanging over his head imo.

The smart money in this fight is on Makhachev. Oliveira is 100% capable of self sabotaging. I could totally see Do Bronx deciding “No, I’m the wrestler here” and then getting guillotined or being snapped down and getting his back taken. But I think I’m picking Oliveira by TKO. Sure we’ve seen Oliveira’s grappling wither under big wrestlers before but we’ve also seen Makhachev get KTFO. The man isn’t indestructible like Khabib was (Dude’s chin carried him through some stuff). If Islam was a slightly bigger or more active puncher, I’d probably pick him outright to be honest.

#I had to write this twice so this is the slimmed down version #thanks tumblr #UFC280 #Charles Oliveira #Islam Makhachev

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mrsbsmooth · 10 months

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Scripts - S6 - Episode 27 (1 of 2)

Final chats (Andy) Had to split it really unevenly because Francis's is really long for some reason?

NARRATOR: Welcome back to Love Island where news of Stick or Twist had everyone shocked.

NARRATOR: To be honest, it's not really shocking news, Stick or Twist happens every season. I guess they all just forgot.

NARRATOR: Like how I forgot to write a funny ending to this intro... I was too shocked by the Stick or Twist announcement!

NARRATOR: So let's just find out who's getting fast-tracked to the main villa…

NARRATOR: And who's getting fast-tracked through speedy boarding at Mallorca’s best international airport…

NARRATOR: Mallorca only has one international airport! I lied about forgetting to write a funny ending! What a twist!

The Islanders look around at each other, shocked at the Stick or Twist announcement.

PLAYER_SAD: So, this is it?

AMELIA_SAD: I can’t believe we’re heading back so soon.

{0}_FLIRTY: I was just starting to get used to this. Not sure I want to go back!

Me neither!

PLAYER_SAD: Same here!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Can’t get enough of the Casa vibes!

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: The Casa vibes or the Casa boys?

AMELIA_FLIRTY: I know which one I’m choosing.

I can’t wait to go back

PLAYER_HAPPY: I actually can’t wait to go back to the main villa.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Will be good to see the OG boys again.

HAMISH_EMBARRASSED: Hope they’ve missed you as much as you’ve missed them…

HAMISH_FLIRTY: Who knows what those boys have been getting up to.

I’m torn

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: I’m not sure what I want.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Been a real laugh here.

PLAYER_HAPPY: But I guess it’ll be good to see those OG boys again too.

GRACE_SAD: It does feel like we only just got here.

HAMISH_FLIRTY: Well, you know what they say, girls, time flies when you’re having fun.

Hamish shoots Grace a saucy look.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: I guess so.

FRANCIS_HAPPY: Don’t be too down, you can always take us with you.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Yeah, let the party continue in the main villa!

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: I haven’t had a chance to show off all my moves yet.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: More moves? Now these I have to see.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I guess you girls have some tough decisions to make.

{0} looks over at you with a warm yet nervous smile.

HAMISH_FLIRTY: Not that tough, seems like a no-brainer to me.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Every choice is a no-brainer for you Hamish!

The girls laugh, Hamish looks confused.

HAMISH_SERIOUS: I know. I trust my instincts.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: {0} right, come on, girls we’ve got some serious thinking to do.

You and the girls head off towards the dressing rooms to deliberate.

The boys wave you off.

ANDY_HAPPY: Good luck, girls!

FRANCIS_FLIRTY: Don’t forget about us!

HAMISH_FLIRTY: Yeah, we’ll send you a postcard… promise it’ll be nicer than the OG boys one!

The girls hurry into the dressing room, everyone’s a bundle of nerves.

Except Amelia…

AMELIA_HAPPY: Here we go, girls!

PLAYER_IDLE: Decision time.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: I was kind of hoping we wouldn’t have to make this choice.

GRACE_SAD: It’s so hard to know what the other boys are thinking.

{0}_HAPPY: Forget about the boys! It’s about what you want!

{0}_FLIRTY: That way whoever you choose, it’ll be the right choice for you.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You know who you’re picking then, {0}?

{0}_HAPPY: Me? Maybe I’ll just wing it on the night.

AMELIA_HAPPY: This is the night!

{0}_HAPPY: I figure it’s like ordering food at a restaurant.

{0}_FLIRTY: Find a couple of tasty treats on the menu, then when they come to take your order…

{0}_HAPPY: Whatever you blurt out of your mouth is what you wanted all along!

PLAYER_HAPPY: What if you don’t want anything on the menu?

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Yeah, what if you want the hunk of beef in the fridge at home? Right, Grace?

GRACE_HAPPY: I don’t know what you’re on about.

GRACE_SAD: But it’s not that easy for me. I’d be lying if I said Hamish hadn’t caught my eye.

GRACE_SAD: After having my heart set on Ozzy for so long it’s been such an exciting change.

GRACE_SAD: But that’s the thing, my heart is still set on Ozzy.

GRACE_SAD: I know I’m not the only one who feels that way here.

GRACE_SAD: And I’m not looking to get into that right now.

GRACE_IDLE: But we are still officially coupled up and it’s still hard to make this choice.

GRACE_SAD: I know I’m not the only one who’s interested in him.

GRACE_SAD: And I’m not looking to get into that right now.

GRACE_IDLE: But we are still officially coupled up and it’s still hard to make this choice.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: I just don’t know if his heart will still be set on me? What do you think, {0}?

Of course, you’re soul mates

PLAYER_HAPPY: Of course his heart will still be set on you.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You guys are soul mates, I can tell.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m sure he’ll stick.

GRACE_HAPPY: I hope you’re right, {0}.

Don’t count on it

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: I wouldn’t bet on it, Grace.

GRACE_SAD: Really?

PLAYER_SAD: I mean you saw the postcard and everything.

PLAYER_IDLE: I think his head could be turned.

GRACE_SAD: I really hope you’re wrong.

Forget about him

PLAYER_IDLE: Who cares? Forget about him, Grace!

PLAYER_IDLE: The boy’s not worth it.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Preach!

GRACE_SAD: I wish I could. But it’s hard.

AMELIA_HAPPY: I get it, Grace. I was sad to leave {0}.

AMELIA_SAD: We definitely had chemistry. Probably still do.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: Even after whatever he was getting up to on that postcard…

AMELIA_FLIRTY: But sometimes change is good, for the right person.

{0}_FLIRTY: Getting unchanged with the right person you mean?

AMELIA_FLIRTY: I’m certainly not complaining.

PLAYER_IDLE: Are you defo set on Marshall then?

AMELIA_FLIRTY: I can’t get the boy off my mind.

AMELIA_HAPPY: It’s like he’s put a spell on me.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: But it’s hard to tell if it’s just that, a spell.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: Or if his feelings actually run deep?

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: I know you have your own feelings about Marshall.

AMELIA_IDLE: What do you think, {0}? Am I being played?

He’s all about you!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Are you kidding? You and Marshall are all over each other.

PLAYER_HAPPY: He’s totally into you.

{0}_HAPPY: Yeah, it’s kinda gross how much he likes you.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Aw. Thanks, you guys.

{0}_HAPPY: No problem.

He’s playing games

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: The boy’s a player.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Sorry, Amelia, but I wouldn’t trust him if I were you.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: He’ll just say whatever you want to hear.

AMELIA_SAD: You really think so? I’ve felt such a strong connection with him?

AMELIA_SAD: I don’t know what to think.

Stick with {0}

PLAYER_IDLE: You want my advice?

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’d stick with {0} if I were you.

AMELIA_SURPRISED: Really? But you didn’t stick with him?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Yeah, but he isn’t right for me, he’s right for you!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Marshall’s not the one, trust me.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: I do trust you, {0}.

AMELIA_SAD: But I hope you’re not just saying this for your own good.

AMELIA_SAD: Now I’m even more confused.

GRACE_HAPPY: What about you {0}? You can’t really be leaving it all up to fate?

{0}_SAD: I can try to! It’s just hard.

BELLA_IDLE: Me and {0} are really close.

BELLA_HAPPY: I want to have his back.

CHLOE_IDLE: Me and {0} had a spark initially.

CHLOE_HAPPY: But now it feels more like a friendship.

{0}_SAD: I’d hate to see him dumped from the villa if I twisted.

{0}_SAD: But I don’t want that to stop me going after what I want either.

PLAYER_IDLE: And what is it that you want?

{0}_FLIRTY: I think you know what I want.

{0}_FLIRTY: It’s all I’ve been thinking about the whole time we’ve been here.

{0}_HAPPY: I just want to make sure we both get back to the villa.

{0}_HAPPY: I’ll do whatever it takes.

AMELIA_HAPPY: That’s so cute!

{0}_HAPPY: I’ve had fun these last few days.

{0}_HAPPY: I haven’t caught feels from anyone back in the villa.

{0}_FLIRTY: Maybe I should just go wild and see what happens with a new boy?

{0}_IDLE: It’s hard to know what to do.

{0}_HAPPY: You’re good at this stuff, {1}. What do you think I should do?

Stick with {0}

PLAYER_IDLE: To be honest I think you should stick with {0}.

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t want to see him go home.

{0}_HAPPY: I guess you’re right.

{0}_HAPPY: He’s a good guy.

Twist it up!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Why not twist it up?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Then you’re guaranteed to make it back to the villa.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: That way we will definitely be together!

{0}_IDLE: I guess you’re right.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I’d feel bad for {1} though.

You should decide for yourself

PLAYER_IDLE: I guess that’s up to you.

{0}_HAPPY: Well, that’s not very helpful.

{0}_SAD: You were full of advice for the others.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Argh! Why do my decisions always have to be made by me?

GRACE_SAD: I feel you, {0}.

{0}_IDLE: I’m going to get some fresh air. My head is spinning.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: The pressure’s really on.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: Especially for {0}.

GRACE_HAPPY: Seems like {0} and {1} have their eyes on you.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: Don’t forget about Elliot and {0} back in the villa.

Amelia mutters to you out of Grace’s earshot.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Not to mention Ozzy.

GRACE_HAPPY: Oh and {0} to top it all off!

AMELIA_HAPPY: Must be hard being so adored!

GRACE_IDLE: I suppose it means more choices to make.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Well, we better look good making them.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Show those Casa boys what they need to graft for.

GRACE_HAPPY: And remind those OG boys what they’ve been missing.

GRACE_HAPPY: Gotta make a grand reentrance to the main villa!

AMELIA_HAPPY: What are you gonna wear, {0}?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Let’s see…

PLAYER_FLIRTY: This is the one!

GRACE_HAPPY: You look stunning!

AMELIA_HAPPY: You’re gonna make the boys go wild!

AMELIA_HAPPY: Happy?

My looks not finished yet

I’m happy with it

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m happy with how this looks.

GRACE_HAPPY: You should, girl.

GRACE_HAPPY: You look stunning!

AMELIA_HAPPY: You’re gonna make the boys go wild! You’re wearing it, right?

*TRYOUTFIT* For sure!

I need another peek

AMELIA_HAPPY: The first one was my fave.

GRACE_IDLE: I agree! You looked so good, {0}.

GRACE_FLIRTY: The guy's jaws would hit the floor.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Is there anything better than that? We need to go hard tonight.

{0}_FLIRTY: Making them drool is the goal, right?

I’ll give it another go

{0}_HAPPY: Defo the right look.

PLAYER_HAPPY: It really is.

AMELIA_IDLE: You look great.

GRACE_HAPPY: This is how you graft.

AMELIA_IDLE: This is the one, yeah?

*TRYOUTFIT* It’s the one!

I need another look

Maybe something else will catch my eye

I like this one

PLAYER_IDLE: I’ll just stick with this.

GRACE_HAPPY: Sure, that looks good too.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Yeah, this is the grafting look.

{0}_FLIRTY: Work it, {1}.

GRACE_HAPPY: You look so good!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Yeah, this is the grafting look.

GRACE_HAPPY: You look so good!

PLAYER_IDLE: I’ll just stick with this.

GRACE_HAPPY: Sure, that looks good too.

GRACE_IDLE: Not long till decision time, we better get out there.

AMELIA_IDLE: We’ll meet you outside, just need a one on one sister chat.

GRACE_IDLE: Alright, catch you girls later.

AMELIA_HAPPY: I just wanted to say I know it’s a big choice coming up.

AMELIA_HAPPY: But I’m here for you if you need anything.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Thanks, Amelia.

AMELIA_IDLE: I guess now’s our last chance to see what these Casa boys have to offer.

AMELIA_HAPPY: You should go talk to them.

AMELIA_IDLE: One final chance to graft before Stick or Twist.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Haven’t got long though, so let’s get out there!

&Lounges: Andy

Andy is sitting on the edge of a lounger, deep in thought.

He sees you approaching and his face lights up.

ANDY_HAPPY: {0}! To what do I owe this pleasure?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Hey, Andy.

ANDY_FLIRTY: Wow, just when I thought you couldn’t look any more stunning.

ANDY_FLIRTY: You surprise me once again. What an outfit!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Thanks!

ANDY_HAPPY: It’s good to see you.

ANDY_HAPPY: I was hoping we’d get a chance to talk before the big moment.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Well, here I am. What did you want to talk about?

ANDY_FLIRTY: I just wanted you to know how amazing it’s been to get to know you.

ANDY_IDLE: When I came to Love Island I never expected to make such a strong connection.

ANDY_HAPPY: But as soon as I met you that all changed.

PLAYER_HAPPY: What do you mean?

ANDY_EMBARRASSED: Sorry, I can get a bit shy with this kind of thing.

ANDY_FLIRTY: But getting to know you these last few days has been so special.

ANDY_HAPPY: And after our time in the Hideaway together.

ANDY_HAPPY: I felt like the luckiest guy.

ANDY_FLIRTY: I almost couldn’t believe it.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Really?

ANDY_HAPPY: Yeah! Everything just feels so right.

ANDY_EMBARRASSED: I realise I might be way off here.

ANDY_IDLE: I know you’ve spent more time with Francis and the others.

ANDY_IDLE: And if you choose to pick one of them I totally understand.

ANDY_EMBARRASSED: But I’d regret it if I wasn’t honest with you and myself.

ANDY_HAPPY: In the time we have spent together it’s just felt so right.

ANDY_HAPPY: Like on our picnic with Amelia.

ANDY_HAPPY: I was super surprised that you picked me.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Really?

ANDY_HAPPY: I almost couldn’t believe it.

ANDY_HAPPY: It felt like I’d known you for years.

ANDY_HAPPY: But also that I wanted to learn everything about you.

ANDY_HAPPY: All at the same time.

ANDY_HAPPY: Now whenever I picture that little plot of land back home.

ANDY_HAPPY: And all the animals running around there.

ANDY_FLIRTY: I kind of can’t help but imagine you there too.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: You imagine me there?

ANDY_HAPPY: Yeah! I could see you there for sure. Surrounded by all the animals!

ANDY_HAPPY: I’ve never met someone I’ve felt so comfortable with.

ANDY_HAPPY: Like, I can totally be myself around you.

ANDY_IDLE: Do you feel that way?

I feel the same way!

PLAYER_HAPPY: I feel the exact same way with you!

PLAYER_HAPPY: I can just be me.

ANDY_HAPPY: Exactly! I’m so glad you get it.

Not really

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: I can’t say I do.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Sorry, maybe we don’t feel quite the same way about each other.

ANDY_IDLE: Oh, don’t be sorry.

ANDY_HAPPY: I’m just glad I was honest and got that off my chest.

Kind of?

PLAYER_IDLE: I kind of know what you mean.

ANDY_EMBARRASSED: Don’t worry, I’m not expecting you to feel the exact same way.

ANDY_HAPPY: But I think it’s good to be open and honest.

ANDY_HAPPY: I just wanted you to know where my head's at.

ANDY_HAPPY: So you can make the right choice for you.

ANDY_HAPPY: And if you do decide to twist with me.

ANDY_EMBARRASSED: And if by some miracle you decide to twist with me.

ANDY_HAPPY: And if there is a chance you decide to twist with me.

ANDY_HAPPY: I promise I’d be loyal and support you to the end.

ANDY_FLIRTY: And back home of course.

ANDY_HAPPY: Trust me, if I didn’t my sisters would have something to say about it.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I didn’t know you had sisters?

ANDY_IDLE: Oh yeah, two. Both older.

ANDY_IDLE: They’re mostly a total nightmare! But I love them to pieces.

ANDY_HAPPY: They definitely kept me in check during my first dating experiences.

ANDY_IDLE: Taught me what it means to be respectful and to be a gentleman.

ANDY_HAPPY: I owe them a lot.

ANDY_HAPPY: They’d love you for sure.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Oh, really?

ANDY_EMBARRASSED: Yeah! But if you ever meet them just ignore their childhood stories about me.

ANDY_HAPPY: They’re all lies I promise! Most of them anyway.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Sure…

PLAYER_IDLE: Well I better be getting off.

ANDY_IDLE: Oh, are you sure?

ANDY_HAPPY: I was enjoying having you all to myself for a little while.

ANDY_HAPPY: Especially with Stick or Twist coming up…

ANDY_FLIRTY: Might be our last chance to chat before all the drama.

ANDY_FLIRTY: Would you stay with me a little longer?

ANDY_HAPPY: Who knows maybe you’ll see another side to me?

ANDY_FLIRTY: What do you say? Wanna stick around here longer?

*I’m not going anywhere!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Ok, you’ve convinced me.

ANDY_HAPPY: I hoped I would.

ANDY_FLIRTY: I wanna get every second I can with you before we part ways!

ANDY_HAPPY: It’s been so intense in here the last couple days.

ANDY_HAPPY: Feels like I’ve known everyone forever but I also barely know anyone!

PLAYER_HAPPY: So, what don’t I know about you? Gonna spill the tea?

ANDY_FLIRTY: Sure, what do you want to know? I’m an open book.

Tell me about your family

PLAYER_HAPPY: I want to know more about your family.

PLAYER_HAPPY: What are these childhood stories you were talking about?

PLAYER_HAPPY: You said your sisters taught you a lot?

ANDY_EMBARRASSED: Ah no, I’ve opened a can of worms now.

ANDY_HAPPY: But sure, I’ll keep my word.

ANDY_IDLE: When I was about 15 I was going on my first ever date.

ANDY_IDLE: I’d fancied this girl at school forever.

ANDY_EMBARRASSED: And finally got the courage to ask her out.

ANDY_EMBARRASSED: I planned the date and we went and it was terrible.

PLAYER_HAPPY: What happened?!

ANDY_EMBARRASSED: I was really nervous, I even thought about cancelling.

ANDY_EMBARRASSED: But kids at school said to just act hard to get.

ANDY_SAD: It was terrible advice.

ANDY_EMBARRASSED: I tried not to be keen so I played it pretty cool. A bit too cool.

ANDY_EMBARRASSED: We ended up going to a greasy burger van.

ANDY_EMBARRASSED: I turned up in my tracksuit and was being aloof all night.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Andy!

ANDY_EMBARRASSED: I know, I couldn’t think of anything to say so I just talked about the news.

ANDY_EMBARRASSED: It was awful! She was not impressed.

ANDY_SAD: When I got home I was super upset and my sisters found me in my room.

ANDY_EMBARRASSED: They told me off for being such an idiot and decided to help me win her back.

ANDY_HAPPY: They helped me book a nice restaurant with her favourite food.

ANDY_HAPPY: Showed me that I just need to be myself.

ANDY_IDLE: I didn't need to pretend to be something I’m not.

ANDY_HAPPY: And not to listen to stupid advice from other guys.

ANDY_HAPPY: They helped me pick out a smart outfit for me.

ANDY_HAPPY: And I wrote her a note to give her at school.

PLAYER_HAPPY: And what happened?

ANDY_HAPPY: It worked! That’s how I ended up with my first girlfriend.

ANDY_HAPPY: They were so supportive.

ANDY_HAPPY: I’ll never forget what they did for me.

Tell me your favourite thing about me

PLAYER_IDLE: Ok, What’s your favourite thing about me?

ANDY_EMBARRASSED: Argh that’s hard!

PLAYER_IDLE: Why?

ANDY_HAPPY: I mean because everything about you is my favourite.

ANDY_IDLE: But if I had to pick…

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You do.

ANDY_IDLE: You listen.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I listen?

ANDY_HAPPY: Yeah, so many people just nod their heads and smile when you talk to them.

ANDY_HAPPY: And yeah you’re hot and interesting and hilarious!

ANDY_HAPPY: But the fact that you genuinely listen and take an interest.

ANDY_HAPPY: I think it’s so important. It’s the mark of a genuinely good person.

ANDY_FLIRTY: It’s what makes you so compassionate and sweet and kind.

ANDY_FLIRTY: You understand people because you hear them out.

ANDY_HAPPY: It’s how you always seem so in control, you always make the right choices.

ANDY_HAPPY: And I admire that about you.

Tell me why I should twist with you

PLAYER_IDLE: Ok, tell me why I should re-couple with you?

ANDY_EMBARRASSED: Ooph, now I’m on the spot.

ANDY_HAPPY: Never been great at selling myself but I’ll give it a shot.

ANDY_HAPPY: Since I arrived at Casa I haven’t been able to get you off my mind.

ANDY_HAPPY: I’ve seen those boys back in the main villa and how they act.

ANDY_IDLE: All the drama and getting in each other’s faces.

ANDY_IDLE: Ozzy going back and forth between you and Grace.

ANDY_IDLE: And I just don’t understand it.

PLAYER_IDLE: What do you mean?

ANDY_HAPPY: Because if I had a shot with you I’d know how lucky I was.

ANDY_HAPPY: I have too much respect for you to get into fights over you.

ANDY_HAPPY: You’re a grown up and can make your own choices!

ANDY_HAPPY: And for me there wouldn’t be anyone else.

ANDY_HAPPY: I wouldn’t need to get into drama with the others because we would have our own thing.

ANDY_HAPPY: And my head certainly wouldn’t stray every five seconds.

ANDY_HAPPY: Or whenever the next bombshell came in.

ANDY_FLIRTY: No drama, no second guessing, just me and you.

ANDY_HAPPY: So yeah, that’s why I think you should re-couple with me.

ANDY_IDLE: But as I say, the choice is yours.

ANDY_HAPPY: Sorry, once you get me going I find it hard to shut up!

ANDY_IDLE: Have you got some kind of truth serum tucked away?

PLAYER_HAPPY: No, it’s just me.

ANDY_FLIRTY: Well you’ve certainly cast a spell.

ANDY_HAPPY: I think you cast it as soon as we first spoke.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Oh really?

ANDY_FLIRTY: Can I tell you a secret about when we first met?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Go on.

ANDY_FLIRTY: I might’ve distracted the boys a little when I saw you walking in.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: How? And why?

ANDY_FLIRTY: Well, I was the only one facing the door so I saw you as you walked in.

ANDY_HAPPY: So I got Hamish to tell this super long story about a bungalow he rented.

ANDY_FLIRTY: I’d already heard it, so only fair the other boys sat through it too.

ANDY_FLIRTY: Plus I wanted a moment alone with you before the others started grafting.

ANDY_HAPPY: Is that cute or cringe?

That’s pretty cute

PLAYER_FLIRTY: That is super cute, Andy.

PLAYER_HAPPY: It’s nice to know I had your attention from the start.

PLAYER_HAPPY: And I like you’ve got a mischievous side to you.

ANDY_FLIRTY: It comes out from time to time.

It’s a bit cringe

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Honestly? That is pretty cringe, Andy.

ANDY_EMBARRASSED: Yeah, I guess it is.

ANDY_IDLE: I thought it’d be a mischievous way to kick things off.

ANDY_IDLE: But I see where you’re coming from.

ANDY_HAPPY: Well, anyway, time to turn the tables and ask about you.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Go ahead.

ANDY_FLIRTY: Ok, what’s your favourite thing about me?

Your hot bod!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You really wanna know?

ANDY_HAPPY: Of course!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You’ve got a really hot body.

ANDY_SURPRISED: I was not expecting that!

ANDY_FLIRTY: But I’m very flattered.

ANDY_FLIRTY: I’m glad I’ve served as eye candy if nothing else in here.

ANDY_FLIRTY: Happy to be of service.

You’re caring

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You really wanna know?

ANDY_HAPPY: Of course!

PLAYER_HAPPY: You’re caring.

ANDY_EMBARRASSED: You think?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Well you look after animals for a living!

PLAYER_HAPPY: And you’re always looking out for me and the others.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I can tell you’re a good person.

ANDY_HAPPY: Thanks, {0}. That’s high praise from you.

You’re cute

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You really wanna know?

ANDY_HAPPY: Of course!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I think you’re really cute.

ANDY_HAPPY: Cute! I’m not sure that’s a compliment!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Of course it is!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Anyone can be hot.

PLAYER_HAPPY: But you’ve got something special.

ANDY_FLIRTY: Thanks, {0}. That’s high praise from you.

Nothing

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Nothing is leaping out to me to be honest.

ANDY_SURPRISED: Nothing? Wow, I really need to up my game.

ANDY_SAD: Sorry if I’ve wasted your time I guess.

Andy looks deep into your eyes.

PLAYER_HAPPY: What are you thinking about?

ANDY_FLIRTY: How much I want to kiss you right now.

Kiss him!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I was thinking the same thing.

You lean into Andy and embrace and begin to kiss.

He wraps a muscular arm around you as his other hand lightly caresses your hair.

He gently falls backward until you are on top of him on the lounger. Your lips meet again passionately.

You pull away and look into each other's eyes.

ANDY_FLIRTY: I certainly hope that’s not our last kiss.

ANDY_FLIRTY: I could do that forever.

Peck on the cheek

Slowly, you lean in and plant a kiss on his cheek.

His face lights up with joy.

ANDY_FLIRTY: Guess I’m never washing this cheek again.

ANDY_HAPPY: I’m kidding of course.

Not feeling it

PLAYER_IDLE: Not tonight, Andy.

PLAYER_IDLE: There is so much to think about. Not sure it’s a good idea.

ANDY_HAPPY: I understand completely.

ANDY_HAPPY: Thanks for spending this time with me, {0}.

ANDY_HAPPY: Even if it does turn out to be our last time together in the villa.

ANDY_HAPPY: You’ve made it truly special.

I better be going

PLAYER_IDLE: I really better be going.

PLAYER_IDLE: Not long now till Stick or Twist.

ANDY_HAPPY: Ahh they can wait!

ANDY_FLIRTY: You’re the main event after all.

ANDY_FLIRTY: There’s still so much I want to know about you.

ANDY_HAPPY: And so much you don’t know about me!

ANDY_HAPPY: Won’t you stay just a little longer? I promise I’ll spill the tea.

*Ok, I’ll stay!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Ok, you’ve convinced me.

ANDY_HAPPY: I hoped I would.

ANDY_FLIRTY: I wanna get every second I can with you before we part ways!

ANDY_HAPPY: It’s been so intense in here the last couple days.

ANDY_HAPPY: Feels like I’ve known everyone forever but I also barely know anyone!

PLAYER_HAPPY: So, what don’t I know about you? Gonna spill the tea?

ANDY_FLIRTY: Sure, what do you want to know? I’m an open book.

Tell me about your family

PLAYER_HAPPY: I want to know more about your family.

PLAYER_HAPPY: What are these childhood stories you were talking about?

PLAYER_HAPPY: You said your sisters taught you a lot?

ANDY_EMBARRASSED: Ah no, I’ve opened a can of worms now.

ANDY_HAPPY: But sure, I’ll keep my word.

ANDY_IDLE: When I was about 15 I was going on my first ever date.

ANDY_IDLE: I’d fancied this girl at school forever.

ANDY_EMBARRASSED: And finally got the courage to ask her out.

ANDY_EMBARRASSED: I planned the date and we went and it was terrible.

PLAYER_HAPPY: What happened?!

ANDY_EMBARRASSED: I was really nervous, I even thought about cancelling.

ANDY_EMBARRASSED: But kids at school said to just act hard to get.

ANDY_SAD: It was terrible advice.

ANDY_EMBARRASSED: I tried not to be keen so I played it pretty cool. A bit too cool.

ANDY_EMBARRASSED: We ended up going to a greasy burger van.

ANDY_EMBARRASSED: I turned up in my tracksuit and was being aloof all night.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Andy!

ANDY_EMBARRASSED: I know, I couldn’t think of anything to say so I just talked about the news.

ANDY_EMBARRASSED: It was awful! She was not impressed.

ANDY_SAD: When I got home I was super upset and my sisters found me in my room.

ANDY_EMBARRASSED: They told me off for being such an idiot and decided to help me win her back.

ANDY_HAPPY: They helped me book a nice restaurant with her favourite food.

ANDY_HAPPY: Showed me that I just need to be myself.

ANDY_IDLE: I didn't need to pretend to be something I’m not.

ANDY_HAPPY: And not to listen to stupid advice from other guys.

ANDY_HAPPY: They helped me pick out a smart outfit for me.

ANDY_HAPPY: And I wrote her a note to give her at school.

PLAYER_HAPPY: And what happened?

ANDY_HAPPY: It worked! That’s how I ended up with my first girlfriend.

ANDY_HAPPY: They were so supportive.

ANDY_HAPPY: I’ll never forget what they did for me.

Tell me your favourite thing about me

PLAYER_IDLE: Ok, What’s your favourite thing about me?

ANDY_EMBARRASSED: Argh that’s hard!

PLAYER_IDLE: Why?

ANDY_HAPPY: I mean because everything about you is my favourite.

ANDY_IDLE: But if I had to pick…

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You do.

ANDY_IDLE: You listen.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I listen?

ANDY_HAPPY: Yeah, so many people just nod their heads and smile when you talk to them.

ANDY_HAPPY: And yeah you’re hot and interesting and hilarious!

ANDY_HAPPY: But the fact that you genuinely listen and take an interest.

ANDY_HAPPY: I think it’s so important. It’s the mark of a genuinely good person.

ANDY_FLIRTY: It’s what makes you so compassionate and sweet and kind.

ANDY_FLIRTY: You understand people because you hear them out.

ANDY_HAPPY: It’s how you always seem so in control, you always make the right choices.

ANDY_HAPPY: And I admire that about you.

Tell me why I should twist with you

PLAYER_IDLE: Ok, tell me why I should re-couple with you?

ANDY_EMBARRASSED: Ooph, now I’m on the spot.

ANDY_HAPPY: Never been great at selling myself but I’ll give it a shot.

ANDY_HAPPY: Since I arrived at Casa I haven’t been able to get you off my mind.

ANDY_HAPPY: I’ve seen those boys back in the main villa and how they act.

ANDY_IDLE: All the drama and getting in each other’s faces.

ANDY_IDLE: Ozzy going back and forth between you and Grace.

ANDY_IDLE: And I just don’t understand it.

PLAYER_IDLE: What do you mean?

ANDY_HAPPY: Because if I had a shot with you I’d know how lucky I was.

ANDY_HAPPY: I have too much respect for you to get into fights over you.

ANDY_HAPPY: You’re a grown up and can make your own choices!

ANDY_HAPPY: And for me there wouldn’t be anyone else.

ANDY_HAPPY: I wouldn’t need to get into drama with the others because we would have our own thing.

ANDY_HAPPY: And my head certainly wouldn’t stray every five seconds.

ANDY_HAPPY: Or whenever the next bombshell came in.

ANDY_FLIRTY: No drama, no second guessing, just me and you.

ANDY_HAPPY: So yeah, that’s why I think you should re-couple with me.

ANDY_IDLE: But as I say, the choice is yours.

ANDY_HAPPY: Sorry, once you get me going I find it hard to shut up!

ANDY_IDLE: Have you got some kind of truth serum tucked away?

PLAYER_HAPPY: No, it’s just me.

ANDY_FLIRTY: Well you’ve certainly cast a spell.

ANDY_HAPPY: I think you cast it as soon as we first spoke.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Oh really?

ANDY_FLIRTY: Can I tell you a secret about when we first met?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Go on.

ANDY_FLIRTY: I might’ve distracted the boys a little when I saw you walking in.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: How? And why?

ANDY_FLIRTY: Well, I was the only one facing the door so I saw you as you walked in.

ANDY_HAPPY: So I got Hamish to tell this super long story about a bungalow he rented.

ANDY_FLIRTY: I’d already heard it, so only fair the other boys sat through it too.

ANDY_FLIRTY: Plus I wanted a moment alone with you before the others started grafting.

ANDY_HAPPY: Is that cute or cringe?

That’s pretty cute

PLAYER_FLIRTY: That is super cute, Andy.

PLAYER_HAPPY: It’s nice to know I had your attention from the start.

PLAYER_HAPPY: And I like you’ve got a mischievous side to you.

ANDY_FLIRTY: It comes out from time to time.

It’s a bit cringe

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Honestly? That is pretty cringe, Andy.

ANDY_EMBARRASSED: Yeah, I guess it is.

ANDY_IDLE: I thought it’d be a mischievous way to kick things off.

ANDY_IDLE: But I see where you’re coming from.

ANDY_HAPPY: Well, anyway, time to turn the tables and ask about you.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Go ahead.

ANDY_FLIRTY: Ok, what’s your favourite thing about me?

Your hot bod!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You really wanna know?

ANDY_HAPPY: Of course!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You’ve got a really hot body.

ANDY_SURPRISED: I was not expecting that!

ANDY_FLIRTY: But I’m very flattered.

ANDY_FLIRTY: I’m glad I’ve served as eye candy if nothing else in here.

ANDY_FLIRTY: Happy to be of service.

You’re caring

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You really wanna know?

ANDY_HAPPY: Of course!

PLAYER_HAPPY: You’re caring.

ANDY_EMBARRASSED: You think?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Well you look after animals for a living!

PLAYER_HAPPY: And you’re always looking out for me and the others.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I can tell you’re a good person.

ANDY_HAPPY: Thanks, {0}. That’s high praise from you.

You’re cute

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You really wanna know?

ANDY_HAPPY: Of course!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I think you’re really cute.

ANDY_HAPPY: Cute! I’m not sure that’s a compliment!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Of course it is!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Anyone can be hot.

PLAYER_HAPPY: But you’ve got something special.

ANDY_FLIRTY: Thanks, {0}. That’s high praise from you.

Nothing

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Nothing is leaping out to me to be honest.

ANDY_SURPRISED: Nothing? Wow, I really need to up my game.

ANDY_SAD: Sorry if I’ve wasted your time I guess.

Andy looks deep into your eyes.

PLAYER_HAPPY: What are you thinking about?

ANDY_FLIRTY: How much I want to kiss you right now.

Kiss him!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I was thinking the same thing.

You lean into Andy and embrace and begin to kiss.

He wraps a muscular arm around you as his other hand lightly caresses your hair.

He gently falls backward until you are on top of him on the lounger. Your lips meet again passionately.

You pull away and look into each other's eyes.

ANDY_FLIRTY: I certainly hope that’s not our last kiss.

ANDY_FLIRTY: I could do that forever.

Peck on the cheek

Slowly, you lean in and plant a kiss on his cheek.

His face lights up with joy.

ANDY_FLIRTY: Guess I’m never washing this cheek again.

ANDY_HAPPY: I’m kidding of course.

Not feeling it

PLAYER_IDLE: Not tonight, Andy.

PLAYER_IDLE: There is so much to think about. Not sure it’s a good idea.

ANDY_HAPPY: I understand completely.

ANDY_HAPPY: Thanks for spending this time with me, {0}.

ANDY_HAPPY: Even if it does turn out to be our last time together in the villa.

ANDY_HAPPY: You’ve made it truly special.

See you at Stick or Twist

PLAYER_IDLE: Sorry, Andy.

PLAYER_IDLE: I’ll see you at the recoupling, yeah?

ANDY_HAPPY: I certainly hope so.

ANDY_HAPPY: See you around, {0}. And good luck.

ANDY_HAPPY: Well, I’ve kept you long enough.

ANDY_IDLE: I’ll leave you to it, I’m sure you’ll make the right choice.

PLAYER_HAPPY: See you, Andy.

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