#insteas of max

[tentacle-therapissed]

SvS is great because Janus's argument is simultaneously so well crafted and also so deceptive and manipulative. Look at him go. He really fits the lawyer role to a tee

[wings-of-angels]

Uu g gh banged my head :(((

[leclerc-s]

the tortured poets department

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daphnejonesricciardo the tortured poets department. an anthology of new works that reflect events, opinions and sentiments from a fleeting and fatalistic moment in time - one that was both sensational and sorrowful in equal measure. this period of the author's life is now over, the chapter closed and boarded up. there is nothing to avenge, no score to settle once wounds have healed.and upon further reflection, a good number of them turned out to be self-inflicted. this writer is of firm belief that our tears become holy in the form of ink on a page. once we have spoke out saddest story, we can be free of it.

and then all that's left behind is the tortured poetry.

the tortured poets department is out now.

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danieljonesricciardo wow.

danieljonesricciado that's my wife??

danieljonesricciardo i'm so proud of you. i love you.

↳ daphnejonesricciardo i love you too danny

danieljonesricciado how did i get so lucky??

isabellaperez if i sob to this album. no one say anything.

↳ landonorris i'll join you. crying session in isa's hotel room.

↳ logansargeant wait for me!!

mclaren if admin is found crying in a corner that's on us.

visacashapprb oh no. i feel the tears coming and i'm only 1 track in.

scuderiaferrari are these tears that i feel coming?

redbullracing i will be out of commission for the next few hours while i process this.

alex_albon you've outdone yourself daphne.

maxjonesverstappen1 i now understand why you people shut yourself in that studio for so long. it's amazing daphne.

↳ charles_leclerc you're such a hater, i helped too!

↳ maxjonesverstappen1 you wrote piano piece shut up.

↳ charles_leclerc this is why i don't follow you. all you do is bully me.

rhysjones ARE YOU PROUD OF YOURSELF? YOU PEOPLE ARE SICK!! I AM SOBBING!!

fernandoalo_oficial any songs about me daph? or our secret love affair?

↳ danieljonesricciardo please stop flirting with my wife or people will start rumors again.

↳ fernandoalo_oficial admit it, you're just jealous i could steal your wife like you were jealous of killatrav when he publicly announced he was in love with your wife.

↳ danieljonesricciardo this is why i don't like you.

alex_albon sick and twisted is the best way to describe you jones-ricciardo. i literally hate you right now.

georgerussell63 there's no way the girl who writes about max's dick is the one who helped write the songs on this album. i refuse to believe it.

↳ maejonesverstappen better believe it bitch!

patriciooward oh no this album will kill me.

isabella perez you are sick and twisted daphne jones-ricciardo

isabella perez SICK AND TWISTED!!

logan sargeant currently sobbing to florida!!!

bailey winters claiming so long london.

lando norris WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN BAILEY?? bailey winters IT MEANS I LOVE THE SONG YOU FUCKING MUPPET!!!

mae jones-verstappen wow we outdid ourselves this time around.

charles leclerc of course we did. it's our masterpiece.

daphne jones-ricciardo a true masterpiece. the work of five geniuses.

pierre gasly i wouldn't call charles a genius. rowan todd at least he didn't get married in vegas while he was drunk. natalia ruiz we did things a little backwards but yeah pierre!

freya vettel mick wouldn't break up with me so i could get the full experience. that's blasphemous!!

mick schumacher WHY WOULD I BREAK UP WITH YOU?? IT TOOK US TOO LONG TO GET OUR SHIT TOGETHER??

freya vettel IT'S THE RIGHT THING TO DO MICKOLAS!

zoya torres i can confirm that logan is crying to florida!!! it's on a loop in his drivers room.

arthur leclerc i don't believe my brother helped write any of this album. he's not smart enough for that.

ollie bearman why am i sobbing??

oscar piastri it's a very emotional album

sebastian vettel it's an amazing album daphne!

penelope trevino that feature with florence was amazing

george russell i bet lewis wishes that was him on fortnight instead of post malone

lewis hamilton why do you people always have to drag me into things?

rhys jones rip xnda you would've loved being on a daphne jones album.

sebastian vettel he's not dead??

lance stroll it's a meme seb. sebastian vettel oh okay.

pato o'ward MY NEW HYPE SONG IS DOWN BAD

isabella perez because he's down bad for gael

gael perez i will fucking fight you isabella maria perez

max jones-verstappen DOES SHE OR DOES SHE NOT HAVE A MIDDLE NAME??

oscar piastri she does. it's juliana. isabella perez OSCAR!

esteban ocon crying in club to the entire album.

charles leclerc a win for the sad bitches (me)

dulce perez the extra 15 songs destroyed me. i was already sad and then daphne had to go and kill me.

natalia leclerc can you believe charles refused to call off our engagement so i could experience the full album in all it's pain?

daphne jones-ricciardo that seems horrible. let's run away together

fernando alonso where's daniel? he's usually the first one here screaming about how he loves the album and daphne.

rhys jones crying in his room over the album. there was a solid 15 minutes where he spent screaming "did i hurt you?" to no one in particular. the cats left him and joined me instead.

rowan todd ending the album was a 10/10 but ending it with the manuscript was a 4823014/10

carlos sainz i will never recover from this.

ollie bearman SOMEBODY SEDATE ME!!

oscar piastri he's still crying in bella's arms.

isabella perez WE'RE CRYING TOGETHER!! pato o'ward MAKE ROOM FOR ME!! I'M COMING TO CRY!! gael perez YOU'RE IN LONG BEACH!! THEY'RE IN CHINA!! dulce perez WHEN THERE'S A WILL THERE'S A WAY BITCH!

max jones-verstappen can't believe i made it onto another daphne jones-ricciardo album. that's 4 out of 11!!

natalia ruiz Y'ALL I'M ON A DAPHNE JONES-RICCIARDO ALBUM!!!

fernando alonso daphne, i knew you were in love with me!

daniel jones-ricciardo BACK THE FUCK OFF OLD MAN!

daniel jones-ricciardo THAT'S MY FUCKING WIFE!!

daniel jones-ricciardo DAPHNE ALISON JONES-RICCIARDO I FUCKING LOVE YOU

daniel jones-ricciardo SHE HAS MORE TALENT THAN I DO IN MY PINKY TOE!!

daniel jones-ricciardo YOUR BRAIN WORKS IN MYSTERIOUS WAYS!

daniel jones-ricciardo I FUCKING LOVE YOU!!!!!!

rhys jones we knew it would take fernando to get you back.

zoya torres and if i cried to clara bow?

bailey winters anyone who says they didn't cry is lying.

rhys jones i will go to my grave wishing i got a daphne x xnda collab.

pato o'ward I LOVE THIS ALBUM!!

pato o'ward ISA!! WE HAVE TO CRY TOGETHER TO THIS ALBUM!!

isabella perez i will always cry to this album and i'm in a happy and healthy relationship.

gael perez for once.

dulce perez says the one who broke up with his boyfriend because he was scared.

pato o'ward woah

daniel jones-ricciardo i expect all of you to be playing this album over the weeked in your garages. make me proud children.

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¡leclerc-s speaks! does the tagging actually work?? cause when i do it looks like it works but i'm not quite sure if it actually does work or not. anyways, happy ttpd release! this was supposed to come out sooner but i got distracted watching grey's anatomy.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Ok so did Colton do Finn’s relationship’s in the early seasons fallow canon? As in - Quinn, Rachel, Rachel again after regionals, Rachel break up, Quinn again the kiss with Colton at nataionals?

(heads up, there will be some mildly nsfw content in this — nothing graphic but the progression of Finton hookups plays a significant part in all of the finn relationships, so I’ll put it all below a cut!)

He dates Quinn while having a bit of a thing with Colton — he uses the same argument that Santana and Brittany do of “it’s not cheating if you have the same parts”, but Colton refuses to help Finn cheat.  The tension is still there but Colton refuses to ever let it cross a line because Quinn is one of his best friends and also he’s just very very very anti cheating and isn’t going to be a part of that

After Quinn and Finn break up, they start actually hooking up (though it does matter to know that it’s always Colton touching Finn, Finn still has too much internalized homophobia to ever touch another guy’s dick), Finn is very hot and cold about it but Colton is fucking in love and at this point he actually believes that this is a relationship and that Finn just isn’t ready to be public about it, but Finn isn’t nearly as serious about it.  And, when he starts to feel like it’s becoming serious, he freaks out and sleeps with Santana to prove to himself that he’s still straight (power of madonna).  

also side note Finn sleeps with Santana within like 48 hours max of Colton singing a song in front of the entire club that basically boiled down to “I’m fucking in love with you and I think I’m ready if you are”

He doesn’t tell Colton about this, pretty much the entire rest of the club knows but no one tells Colton because they all assume that Finn would have told him first.  But Colton has no idea, things continue on, and Colton is generally pretty content even if he doesn’t like feeling like a dirty little secret.  This continues on right up to Theatricality, where Finn and Colton have sex for the first time.  Finn completely freaks out afterwards, lashing out at Colton and breaking his heart, and that night is when the lamp incident with Kurt happens (Colton finds out about that and it’s one of the few times that he completely loses his shit)

Fast forward into season 2, Finn is dating Rachel, Colton is trying to be supportive because Finn is still his best friend and he and Rachel are actually really close too, but it’s also breaking his heart

Fast forward to Furt... the wedding is a wild time lmao.  Before the ceremony, they’re all waiting around for the song, and Sam asks Colton out.  Colton half rejects him ("you're incredible, Sam, and I really like you.  But... there's this guy, I'm still kind of hung up on him, and it wouldn't be fair to use you as a rebound.  I won't ask you to wait for me, but if you happen to still be single when I can be sure that I'm saying yes for you and not to spite him, then I'd love to"), and Sam is very chill about it 

Towards the end of the episode, Santana tells Rachel about sleeping with Finn, Rachel makes out with Puck and then tells Finn, who breaks up with her (all still at the wedding), and now Colton is literally the only person in the club who doesn't know about the Finn-Santana hookup.  Finn tells Colton about the breakup but not the reason, and they hook up after the wedding

Colton thinks that Finn is finally getting over his shit, but Finn is definitely using Colton to get over his heartbreak and to feel better about himself (his girlfriends might have both chosen Puck, but Colton chose him), and their friends with benefits situationship starts up again

We get to special education (which I’m giving a week or two before we get there), Colton and Finn have been hooking up, things are mostly okay, and then Schue announces his plan for sectionals.  Rachel and Santana still have their fight, but since Rachel already knows about the Santana-Finn situation, it’s a tiny bit different, and instead of Santana bringing it up, Finn tries to tell Rachel to calm down and Rachel yells at him for “only defending santana because they had sex”

So now Colton is like “I’m sorry, what the fuck”, then Santana yells at Rachel about how she cheated on Finn with Puck, and Colton is like “what the fuck” and suddenly a lot of things are making sense to him and he doesn’t like the image that it leaves him with.  Rachel storms out of the room, then everyone else quickly leaves because clearly no rehearsal is happening today, and Finn is standing there totally lost and confused; he wasn’t even dating Rachel at the time, why is it such a big deal?  Then he sees Colton still sitting in his chais, face totally blank, seeming like he hasn’t even noticed everyone leaving.

This leads to a huge Colton and Finn fight.  Colton has been biting his tongue while everyone was there because he’s not going to out Finn, but as soon as it’s just them, a fight breaks out ( @megdonnellys plotted like half of the fight for me and it’s incredible!!!! I don’t want to send this post off the rails but I’m def happy to share if anyone wants more details!), but it ends with Colton accusing Finn of cheating on him

The next day, they’re in the locker room before football and Finn basically tells Colton “I never cheated on you because we were never together” (credit to halli for this devastating conversation too!) and Colton is heartbroken.  But Colton has also spent the past two weeks thinking about Sam and realizing that he does like Sam and thinks that he could be very happy dating him regardless of the finn-of-it-all (and in fact was already thinking that he’d be happier with Sam than with Finn treating him like a dirty secret), and he goes out onto the field and tells Sam that he’d love to go out with him, and they kiss

Finn and Quinn still get together at the same time as canon but without the cheating, then they break up at prom and Finn spends the next few weeks thinking about Colton and Rachel and Quinn and sorting out all of his feelings for all of them and realizes that oh fuck, he’s actually in love with Colton isn’t he

And then he kisses Colton at Nationals, and they date from that point on!

[corner-stories]

quite lovely

Pieter Cross. Beth Chapel.

Cold Pressed Juice. Yogurt Cups. Dynamite Rolls.

2235 words.

(ao3.)

just a note. moving forward all my ao3 fics will only be accessible to those with an account. the only place to access them outside of ao3 is this blog.

In true medical professional fashion, Doctor Pieter Anton Cross was focusing ninety percent of his energy into his work. It seemed that the world he lived in was plunged into a crisis every other week, which meant the less time he spent dealing with personal matters meant more time in the operating room. Or in the monitor room. Or in the lab testing samples.

It seemed that even being restored into the universe by some kind of eldritch overlord wasn’t enough to justify taking time off. In fact, in Pieter’s mind it felt like even more of a justification to focus on what he knew best. 

Although to be frank, he didn’t have the clearest idea on how exactly he came back into the universe. All he did know was that somehow most of the Justice Society had been erased and reborn, even the ones he had never met before, and somehow — perhaps due to the mechanisms of an eldritch overlord he couldn’t even comprehend — Pieter had been reborn with them. 

The strangest part is that he retained memories of his previous life. 

In his head he was still the same Pieter Cross who graduated Harvard at nineteen and constantly lent his expertise to the world. He was still the same Pieter Cross who had lost his sight and his medical license, yet he managed to remain an invaluable member of the Justice Society and the superhero community at large.

But somehow the world around him felt different. He didn’t know how to explain why.

Throwing himself into his work was Pieter’s go-to coping mechanism. Perhaps surrounding himself with familiar things — whether it be the blue lights of the operating room, Michael’s voice and aptly intellect, or the sensation of his goggles on his face, or Charlie perching on his shoulder — brought a sense of comfort to him. 

Not to say that unfamiliar things were bad, however.

The new world had graced Pieter with the opportunity to meet people he had never met before. There was Yolanda Montez, the goddaughter of Ted Grant and second holder of the Wildcat title, as well as Max Mercury, an ally of Jay Garrick who knew more about the Speed Force than anyone in this dimension.

And then there was the other Doctor Mid-Nite. 

Beth Chapel reminded Pieter of the late Charles McNider, as well as of himself. Like every Mid-Nite before she was a medical genius, proving herself to be a talented surgeon who could administer the neatest stitches he had ever seen. She was practical, sturdy, and had a good head on her shoulders, often throwing herself into her work the same way Pieter did. 

Unsurprisingly, she was also blind, being inflicted with the same condition that had impaired both him and Dr. McNider. If one had a nickel every time a blind doctor decided to become a superhero, one would only have three nickels, but it was still strange that it happened thrice. 

Overhearing workplace chatter had helped Pieter learn a bit more about Beth. In the old universe she had worked alongside McNider, as well as Infinity Inc. in Los Angeles. She had perished in a battle with the demon called Eclipso, but fortunately the whole ‘getting resurrected and restored into reality’ thing had made that prior event a moot point.

Frankly, it wasn’t the strangest thing Pieter had heard over coffee breaks. 

Apparently, she and the second Hourman had been an item back in the day, which made it much more surprising to see her unfazed reaction to learning that Rick had married Jesse Quick in the years that passed.

Although with Beth being as practical as she was, it seemed that in her mind the whole ‘being dead’ thing was a valid reason for a former partner to see other people. 

Through the grapevine Pieter heard that Beth admitted that she would’ve moved on quite quickly as well if Rick had been the one to perish instead. Pieter then realized that he would very much pay money to see the Man of the Hour’s reaction to that one particular comment. 

Beth Chapel was certainly quite a character indeed. 

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…

Until the Justice Society rebuilt their HQ, they would be operating out of a HoltCorp building in lower Manhattan. Michael was more than happy to have them around, especially for medical purposes. Afterall, he didn’t invest in a state-of-the-art research lab for nothing. 

The Mid-Nites had made a little home for themselves between the walls of the building. The equipment that Michael had purchased for his company — whether it be the impeccably clean scalpels or the impeccably well-stocked employee kitchen — had been put to good use.

Admittedly, Pieter had yet to work directly alongside Beth. Even though they worked in the same building — usually in the med bay, O.R, or the research lab — they rarely ever worked together in the same room. It seemed that every time Dr. Cross was needed in one place, Dr. Chapel was needed in another. 

It was a peculiar situation for both the Mid-Nites. Yet considering the intensive nature of their work, it was a situation that Pieter understood. Perhaps it was even a good thing, as it meant the world they lived in had yet to be rattled by an event that necessitated the use of two Mid-Nites. 

On a mid-week afternoon the Good Doctor made his way through the HoltCorp’s Manhattan building. As he walked through the familiar halls he pulled his cowl over his head, adjusting his goggles over his eyes. 

Lately, a brief lunchtime meditation had become vital to Pieter’s daily routine. With endless hours of looking at screens and examining patients, he found that a few minutes to relax his mind did wonders for helping him get through the day. He found it much more helpful than if he meditated in the morning or evening. 

Though he wondered if the other employees in the building began questioning what Dr. Cross was doing whenever he walked into a janitor’s closet and locked the door for ten minutes. At this point he was sure that they were taking bets, but at least the cleaning staff were cool about it. 

When Pieter entered the kitchen near the medical research wing, he was unsurprised to find company. As to be expected, Dr. Beth Chapel stood at the counter. She boiled water as she bore a suit reminiscent of McNider’s. Unlike Pieter her cowl was pulled down, revealing a pretty face and a cloud of pretty hair, as well as the signature tinted goggles of every Mid-Nite. Beth had a habit of looking quite youthful, so much so that some patients were surprised to hear that she had a full MD.  

“Good afternoon, Dr. Chapel,” greeted Pieter in his usual stuffy, professional tone. 

“Afternoon,” said Beth, giving him a polite nod. Currently she was pouring steaming water from a kettle into a pot. “Green tea, Dr. Cross?” she asked as she placed a lid on top of the pot. 

Pieter gave a nod of his head. “Sure, thanks.”

He then made his way to the fridge, opening the door to peruse the food and beverages inside. Michael seemed very fond of keeping the place stocked with bottles of cold pressed juice and wellness shots, perhaps not for any particular health fad but simply because he liked them. None of the HoltCorp employees seemed to complain. 

Pieter usually leaned towards anything with coconut or spinach, however it seemed that today his usual pickings were gone. The only bottle that remained contained a bright red liquid that almost glowed in the light of the fridge. 

As Pieter grabbed the bottle and inspected the label, he heard the sound of Dr. Chapel’s voice again.

“Did you get a chance to see the notes I sent to your inbox?” asked Beth. “The one about Kryptonian bloodwork.”

Pieter shook his head as he closed the fridge. “Not yet, but I’ll get to it.” 

Beth nodded and looked back to the tea pot. 

Pieter uncapped his bottle of neon red juice and took a quick swig… then proceeded to gag the second the liquid hit his tongue. 

With the force of a thousand suns, a burning sensation surged through every nerve on his face, causing Pieter to cough and gasp. He grabbed the counter to steady himself as what felt like putrid acid ached his poor throat. 

Like any consummate medical professional, Beth did not hesitate to stop what she was and dash over, quickly assessing the situation.

“Doctor! Are you okay!?” she called out, placing a hand on Pieter’s back as the poor man coughed and coughed.

“I’m fine!” said Pieter in a gravelly, hoarse voice that implied he was anything but. 

As Pieter walked off to grab some milk from the fridge, Beth took the bottle of juice off the counter and discovered that someone out in the world decided to put the label on the bottom. 

“Lemon, celery, turmeric, and cayenne…” she read aloud, her brow furrowing in thought. 

“Oh, there’s cayenne alright,” Pieter quipped in a tone reminiscent of a chainsmoker. He was quick to pour himself a glass of skim, even quicker to chug it down, then even more quick to pour enough glass. After his second helping the burning sensation in his mouth had died out, causing Pieter to sigh in relief.

“Whoever mixed that must’ve been a five year old,” he stuttered out, coughing. “Or out to get me.” 

When he looked over to Beth, he was only mildly off guard to see her looking amused. The smile on her face was slight, but it was there. Even as she grabbed some napkins to wipe the spilled juice off the counter, her look persisted. 

“Can’t handle the heat, Pete?” she asked in a politely playful tone. 

Pieter raised an eyebrow at her. “Pete?” 

“Does no one call you Pete?” 

“Not often…” he answered, shaking his head. “But you can.” 

Beth looked him up and down, then hummed. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Soon enough the mess was cleaned and the bottle of fire juice was tossed into the trash, waste be damned. After rummaging through the fridge again, Pieter grabbed several cups of plain greek yogurt and a spoon, a last-minute lunch he relied on more often than not. 

Through extensive medical testing Pieter discovered that a mostly normal human being could survive a whole day off nothing but plain yogurt cups, granted that methodology would only work on mostly normal humans who were comfortable consuming enough dairy to sedate an old fashioned bodybuilder. 

On the other side of the kitchen Beth was pouring steaming green tea into two mugs. After putting the pot down she then placed a dollop of honey into her drink. 

“I could use a real lunch,” she spoke up, grabbing her smartphone from her pocket. “Postmates? I’m buying.” 

Pieter thought for a moment, then the mild growling of his underfed stomach motivated him to nod. “That’d be very nice, thanks.” 

“There’s a good sushi place a few blocks away,” Beth suggested, typing away on her phone screen. “They have some good vegetarian options.” 

Pieter eyed her as he grabbed his tea mug. “What makes you think I’m a vegetarian?”

Unfazed, Beth took a casual sip of her beverage. “I read it when I googled you,” she explained with ease. 

Both amused and curious, Pieter raised an eyebrow. “I’m googleable?”

Beth shrugged. Even with the signature Mid-Nite goggles over her eyes, she was able to look at Pieter with a kind of playful confidence. “Who isn’t anymore?” she said, grinning.  

There was a beat, then Pieter let out a hum.

“Fair enough,” he agreed, nodding his head. “Although, I have been practicing pescetarianism lately.”

Beth was practically beaming. “Perfect. I’ll order you the dynamite roll combo then, it’ll change your life.” She typed a bit more on her phone, then a little jingle played as a green check mark appeared on the screen. 

“It should be here in about thirty minutes,” she assured, holding her phone up so her colleague could see it.

“Copy that,” said Pieter as he slipped his precious greek yogurt cups into his pockets. “Thank you very much, Doctor Chapel.” With the haste of most medical professionals, he tightened his mug in his hand and walked towards the kitchen doorway. 

When Beth eyed him again, she did so with a sense of subdued amusement and mild exasperation. 

“You know you can call me Beth, right?” 

Pieter stopped where he was and looked back at her, then suddenly recalled every moment in the last few weeks where he could have called her by her name, but didn’t. It was second nature to him to refer to people to their titles, whether it be Dr. Chapel or Doctor Mid-Nite.

His best friend was Mister Terrific when the masks were on, but always Michael during their downtime… which perhaps the current moment constituted as.

With another nod of his head, Pieter gave his colleague a warm smile. 

“I’ll try to remember that… Beth.” 

Even when he turned around, the way she grinned back at him echoed in his mind. 

As Pieter made his way back to his office, he thought of many things — such as the bloodwork he was meant to go over, the apparently life-changing dynamite rolls that were currently heading his way, and the fact that Beth Chapel was quite lovely. 

[nyxi-pixie]

do the duffers need a beta reader for their scripts because.

[hakkais-hoe]

Welcome bk to drunk tr shenanigans ;)

Warnings: alcohol and drug use, sexual themes, sanzu being sanzu

Read at your own risk I was highly drunk when this was written

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Shion (aka one punch n he’s gone)-

-this boy is definitely just as gone as you

-won’t shut up bout havin seggs 😩

-spends all his time in the club making you grind n wine on him ofc

-will wait outside the toilets for you

-when ur bk home he’ll he want you to get water ready

-he might make you do your skin care routine (if you have one) on him

-if your wear false lashes he wants to pull them off

-desperate to get in bed he cuddle you if you don’t wanna do anything

-soft boy hours

-tells you how much you mean to him

-“you know I love you right, y/n?”

-“god you’re so attractive”

-then he gets sad and starts asking why you’re even with him

-please reassure the baby

-he’s one of my favourites so if you don’t like him don’t tell me I’ll cry

Taiju Shiba-

-he doesn’t want you to go out

-“this is a bad idea, let’s stay home and watch a film instea or go to church”

-no babes it’s time to get pissed as a fart

-will fight anyone that looks at you

-you’re on a 5 drink max

-stands like a bouncer right outside the toilet

-makes sure you are properly covered, doesn’t want anyone to see any of you ofc

-hands all over you whe you’re dancing tho

-loves when you back it up he gets all red n nervous

-when you go home he’ll get water and help you take off any makeup if you wear it and do skin care then get you into pjs n into bed

-likes to spoon n rub your tummy to help you sleep

-will only tell you how much he loves you when he thinks you’re asleep

-Ik he’s a piece of shit really but he’s pretty

PehYan-

-there’s no content for this pretty boy so I’m here to supply

-absolute angel

-won’t let go of your hand

-wants to even come in the toilet with you

-holds all your drinks to make sure nothing happens to them

-only wants you dancing facing him so you can make out

-arse man, hands are forever on your arse when you do anything

-if you wear shoelaces he’ll get down n do them up if they come undone

-doesn’t want you drinking too much but if you do he’ll hold you’re hair or rub your back if you’re being sick

-yet another makeup remover but the skin care is ignored, the most he’ll do is remover and moisturiser

-just wants to get you to drink and go to bed

-big cuddler

-will openly tell you he adores you

Inupi (aka no.1 pretty boy)-

-knows exactly what he’s doing when he pulls you into the crowded dance floor and presses your back to his front

-tells you how pretty/handsome you look

-whispers everything to you

-laughs at people falling over then points at them so you can see

-inevitably ends up fighting said people and ofc wins

-doesn’t usually drink more than 3-4 drinks so he can look after you

-you can drink as much as you want

-anyone looks at you funny n he’s throwing hands n asking questions never

-will take you home n make you get a shower if he can

-takes off any makeup you have on

-attempts your skin care

-makes you drink at least 4 glasses of water before bed

-better be ready for him to turn into a koala

Koko (pretty boy no.2)-

-enjoys paying for everything for you

-thinks it’s adorable if you offer to pay for anything

-the little shit will laugh at you

-you never need to worry bout people coming over his resting bitch face keeps anyone away

-I’m gonna be that bitch but Koko definitely doesn’t drink or do drugs

-he’ll either have one shot or one full drink n that’s it

-you can drink however much you want

-if someone bumps into you he’s throwing snarky comments at them

-0% tolerance for other people

-wants to go home early

-makes you go home at 3

-water drunk, makeup off, skin care done, he then sits and massages your legs before bed

-tucks you in next to him then sits on his phone

Sanzu-

-Chaos

-this man is a detriment to society

-spends all his night taking wayyyy too many pills

-likes to smack your arse as hard as possible

-will sit back and watch you dance

-if someone gets too handsy he’ll have a walk over n press his gun to their back

-“you gonna take you’re filthy hands off my pretty s/o or do I have to blow a hole in you first~”

-will then make you dance on him

-best believe he’s gonna guide you how he wants it

-got you’re arse pressed against his hips

-spins you every once in awhile to have a messy make out sesh

-leave hickies on him, loves it absolutely loves seeing them down his neck

-groans in your ear

-“God baby… do you know what you do to me darlin~”

-“So pretty, turn round let me see you.”

-this man likes to praise and tease

-drugged up simp who

-you’ll have to take off you’re own makeup apart from lashes he wants to yank them off

-wants skin care done on him

-dead to the world when his head hits the pillows

[tommyspeakycap]

count on me (2)

bit of a filler chapter! promise the next part will b better!!! :)

you’re in for a surpirse when a friendly face shows up on your doorstep

part one

“Mama?”

Your eyes pry open, feeling heavy and still incredibly tired - basically glued shut by the desire to still be asleep. “Maxy why are you up?” You croak, looking over at the four year old with his messy bed head curls leaning over you. “There’s someone knocking on the door, mama.” He whispers, “They waked me up.”

You furrow your brows, flicking your gaze over to the clock on the far wall that read nearly a quarter to eleven in the morning. “Oh my god!” You yelp, shooting up out of bed. The lack of a proper meal and constant stress surrounding money, the flat, food and your dependant little boy was making you simultaneously exhausted and completely unable to sleep as much as you need. It meant you had slept way longer than you should have, terrified Max had been awake and waiting around for you.

Nonetheless you push that to the back of your mind, and throw your legs out of bed. “You wanna pick out some clothes, sweetie while i answer the door?” You offer, ruffling your small sons hair. He nods vigorously, jumping down off the bed to run towards his room to pick out his outfit for the day while you quickly tugged on a pair of leggings, throwing on a hoodie and striding towards the door that was still being knocked.

“Hello- oh?” Your eyebrows pull together, eyes slightly narrowing as you tilt your head in confusion at the man who stands there in the landing of your apartment building. “Hi.” He smiles, his teeth a pearly white and his smile very genuine. “Hello.” You repeat, suddenly feeling embarrassed under his gaze. The united player looks expensive even in a tracksuit standing on the messy landing.

“I wanted to deliver this in person.” He finally says after a long moment of silence between you two. “He seems sweet, wanted to surprise him.” Marcus adds. He removed the box from under his arm, brandishing the white box tied with a ribbon with the large Manchester united logo printed on the front. “That’s really good of you. Thank you for doing this.”

Marcus finds himself smiling again, this time subconsciously as he realises how truly happy it makes you to think about how happy it is going to make Max.

“Marcus!” His little voice calls, squeezing his way past you excitedly. “Hey mate!” Marcus cheers, crouching down to the height of your son to present him with the large white box. “Thank you.” He chimes, lifting the lid enthusiastically and all but screaming in excitement when he sees the number he recognises on the back of that shirt, black pen marking his idols signature over the white of the 4. “Mummy!” He yells, “Mummy please can i go put it on?” He turns to you, holding his shirt close to his chest.

You nod with a huge smile, moving out of the way so he can run past you to go don his brand new shirt. “Does he play?” Marcus asks, gesturing with his head to inside of the flat where Max had run to. “He likes to but uhm you know…it’s uh-quite…well it’s quite-”

“Expensive?” He suggests, searching your face to meet your eyes. You nod, letting out a scoff of disappointment laughter. It’s disappointment at yourself, pure self hatred that you couldn’t even afford your sons favourite hobby anymore, even if he was too little to even really understand it. “Thank you, again.” You mutter quietly, keeping your eyes focussed on the dusty floor beneath your slippers. Marcus chews on his lip, his mind reeling to say something more that gets trapped in his throat. He’s enthralled by you, your beauty, kindness and the aura of pure selflessness he had witnessed from the moment he had first laid eyes on you. You seem to represent the very best of people, putting your little boy so far above yourself so he can have every opportunity he wishes to have while giving kindness to those around you.

He’d learned from the older lady across the hall (who’s door he had accidentally knocked instead of yours) that you often cook for her and take Max over for dinner together so that she has some form of company in you to during the day. She’d said, “(y/n)’s the black door across the hall, son. Lovely girl she is, had it tough in the last few years but she never has a spares a smile or a kindness for people less in need that she is.”

Marcus wasn’t at all surprised to hear that, it looked right out of you. At first he wanted to do a good thing; arguable the right thing that anyone else should have done in helping you get the shopping that you needed to feed your child. But now, standing across from you outside your apartment, he has realised that he wants to get to know you more, know you properly. Marcus can’t put his finger on why, but his heart seems to be leading the way with this fight.

“You don’t have to thank me,” Marcus smiles, hand dipping into his pocket. “But Max seems like a great kid and we have game this weekend so i wanted to give you-” You cut him off with a shake off your head, raising your hand to silence him. “You’ve been really, really good to us Mister Rashford and i truly cannot thank you enough but we- I don’t want to take anymore from you. Thank you again, but you’ve done enough now. Goodbye.”

Marcus is left staring at your door, his shoulders deflated as he holds the envelope with two ticks for some of the best seats in Old Trafford in his hand. He stands there for a moment, but ultimately decides to push them through your letterbox anyway. On the inside of the envelope is a note, scrawled in his messy hand writing his phone number and a few little words;

“I’d love to get to know you (y/n), if you’d let me. Call me - marcus x.”

And when you read it, you spend that evening in bed with your mind reeling over the kind stranger who seems so genuine, so kind and so willing to actually be your friends that it’s driving you crazy. You’re not used to people staying, helping or even remotely caring.

But you certainly can feel yourself slipping up with the overly generous man who just so happens to be one of your sons favourite football players in the world.

Totally not going to cause problems, of course.

[findmeagreenlight]

The thing is, these three conversations are all about something slightly different.

The first is El and Mike connecting because they have both been bullied. El understands that Mike was reluctant to tell her, she understands the kind of shame and fear or retaliation that it brings, that he didn't want her to see him differently.

The second is Will and Mike talking about their respective traumas: Will about his visions of the Upside Down and Mike reciprocates by sharing that he sometimes still thinks he sees El, even though she is likely dead. Neither of them know what is reality and what is hallucination. Mike has never mentioned this to anyone else before and Will doesn't want to tell the others because he doesn't want to be viewed in a less positive light, doesn't want to be treated differently - which the others already do. That's why Mike says El would get it.

The El and Mike conversation in s4 isn't just about being bullied, it's specifically about their reactions to it.

It's established in s1 that Mike (and the Party) try to ignore bullies or relent to them. It's only with El present that Mike first tries to fight back, regardless of whether he wants to impress her or is inspired by her. But he never succeeds in fighting back - El does.

She intervenes at Will's memorial and when Troy threatens Dustin with a knife. Mike would rather jump off a cliff than have a friend hurt in the fight: he does something very brave but very, very stupid. He would have died by being a live shield for Dustin.

El doesn’t turn the other cheek: she has the ability to go up against others. She wants to hurt back when she’s hurt, which is understandable considering her awful upbringing where she was actually encouraged to hurt living beings. Remember when they wanted to make her hurt/kill a cat? She wasn't willing to so they tried to force her into solitary confinement, which she was scared of. She became so upset she killed the two people bringing her there - threw one into a wall and snapped the other's neck. Brenner praises her for it.

When Mike and Lucas started fighting in front of her in s1, El threw Lucas across the field to make them stop. When she first sees Max with Mike, she pulls the skateboard out from under her. When she and Hopper have a fight in s2, she brings half the house down: she throws a book at Hopper, pushes the couch into him, makes a bookcase fall over and when she screams in frustration, the glasses shatter. Hopper asks, "what the hell is wrong with you?"

(Hopper also doesn't handle this fight well and has some physical reactions like slamming the door, slamming his hand on the table etc. but he never directs it at her. It's El who escalates when she can't counter being grounded. They both have anger issues, like father, like daughter.)

Her fear isn't about hurting people in general (she has no issues with self-defense) rather that her reaction will be too extreme for the situation, get someone permanently hurt and she will later regret it - and how that would change the way others looks at her.

In s4 she suppresses that instinct to get back at Angela so much that when she comes to a boiling point her reaction is too extreme for the situation. Angela was awful but she didn't resort to physical harm so El shouldn't have either, as cathartic as it must have felt.

El is afraid of causing more harm than warranted, especially to people without powers. It’s loss of control, both over her powers and over her reactions/emotions in distressing situations. Mike can't understand that because he can't throw people into walls out of sheer emotion or open a portal to the Upside Down in sheer terror. He tells El in season 1 she's not a monster because she saved him - but would he still think the same if Will was permanently lost? El's actions, with intent or not, have greater consequences than Mike's.

That's why when he says "They just don't know you", it's not comforting: when El wanted to break up the Lucas-Mike fight and instead got Lucas hurt, Mike got upset with her too. Him starting a scuffle with Lucas was unlikely to cause serious damage. But El throwing Lucas across the field could have and made Dustin and Mike scared for him when he wouldn't wake up immediately.

Again with the "what is wrong with you?" Quite a contrast to Brenner's "Incredible."

That is why she had to confront her past and Brenner's manipulative role in it in season 4: to know herself more, thus have greater control and alleviate some of the guilt and responsibility she's been shouldering since opening the gate. And that's why it was good she heard Max's own struggle to forgive herself: El worried about doing too much in a moment led by emotion; Max worried she hadn't done enough.

And I imagine next season she will need to decide how much harm she is willing to do when it's not a momentary but a well-considered decision - leading us back to Kali.

[mybillyhardgrove]

The Language of Love s.h.

A/n: another one! love language is such an endearing idea to me… plus, I need to show steve more love lol

ps. i mentioned watching movies too much lmao

Disclaimer: i don’t own any Stranger Things material

Word count: 3125

Warnings: a couple curses (par for the course at this point)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader (female)

Summary: after being with Steve for a while, it has become clear how he shows his love for you

Words of Affirmation

You couldn’t stop shaking your leg or gnawing on the skin of your bottom lip on the drive over to the Wheeler’s house. You looked over at Steve when you heard him laugh a bit under his breath. “What are you laughing at?”

“Nothing, nothing.” You nudged his shoulder a bit, whining that he share what was so amusing. He sighed, glancing over and resting his hand on your thigh before returning his eyes to the road. “I just think it’s cute how wound up you are to meet a bunch of kids. You can relax, they are not hard to impress.” The entire party was meeting at the Wheeler’s to watch The Neverending Story and it would be the first time you met them all. Of course you’d seen your boyfriend talking with them from time to time and you knew Billy, Nancy, and Jonathan from school, so you knew something about their younger siblings, but this was a different circumstance altogether. You thought you might be more nervous than when you met Steve’s parents.

“This is important, Steve. I mean, these kids are practically your children the way you talk about them, and I want to fit in, make sure they like me. You love them and I love you, so I really want this night to go well.” You took a deep breath, getting worked up again and grabbing his hand from your leg, squeezing it tight.

After a few minutes, he pulled his car to the curb outside the house and turned to you. You looked towards the first-floor window and saw the kids all gathered in the dining room, laughing and wrestling. Oh boy.

Steve reached over and put his fingers under your chin, turning your face towards him and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You’re gonna be great tonight. You are so funny and loving and sweet. Those idiots will love you as much as I do. Trust me, beautiful, just be yourself and everything will work out.”

And not to spoil anything, but it did. A few days later, Steve recounted over the phone how all the kids were raving about you and how cool, funny, nice, and pretty you were - just as he said they would.

Gifts

Ever since the first night you met them, you and the party were very close and they always invited you to everything they did. You accompanied them to the arcade from time to time, you helped El and Max get ready for the school dances, you gave the boys relationship advice, and you were even attending the Christmas party at the Byers’s house. Though it was usually you, Steve, and the kids getting together for impromptu hang-outs or some casual pizza nights, this evening involved everyone getting dressed up and bringing food, drinks, and their secret santa gifts.

You had received Max and took care to get her the specific skateboard she had been talking a lot about, information passed to you by Lucas. You gave the gift after being at the party for a couple hours and she jumped up and down, hugging you tightly and saying more than once how excited she was to try it out. After that success, you were riding high through appetizers and dinner, so glad your gift was a success and you were celebrating the holiday with those closest to you. When you had collected the plates for Mrs. Byers and finished washing them with her, you heard someone clear their throat behind you. You turned and saw your handsome boyfriend in a cozy sweater and khakis, hair brushed back neatly from his face.

“Hey, stranger.” You reached out your arms, slipping them around his waist and letting him pull you in tight.

Mrs. Byers shooed you two to the living room to be comfortable, “Honey, everything is all set here. Thank you for the help.” Steve released you, draping his arm over your shoulders and walking with you towards the couch. Once you were both settled, you tucked into his side, watching the kids exchanging more gifts, he pulled something from his back pocket. Passing it to you, he leaned his lips to your ear and whispered, “Merry Christmas, sweetheart.” You looked over with a smile, surprised he hadn’t let it slip that he got you for the secret santa (he wasn’t the best at keeping secrets usually). You sat up a bit more, tearing the neat paper from the gift, gasping when you saw what it was.

A small, ornate book filled with ticket stubs, receipts, polaroids, pressed flowers, and other mementos from your relationship. Your vision got blurry as you looked through each page, reading the little handwritten descriptions Steve had added. When you got to the last page, it said ‘To be continued’, which made you giggle despite how emotional you were. You closed it and held it close to your chest, turning and kissing Steve a few times before thanking him profusely. “Steve, this is beautiful. I love it so much. I can’t believe you put this all together and kept these things.” He placed his hand on your cheek, running his thumb under your eye to wipe a tear away before kissing you again.

“The kids helped me set it all up and organize it, but I had been keeping it all in a little box in the glove compartment of my car. I looked in there from time to time when I was having a shitty day, so I put it in this book for you to look at.” His cheeks were red from all the attention and the confession, which you thought made him so handsome.

You kissed him a couple more times before resting your head on his shoulder, finally realizing that all eyes were on you. Steve seemed to realize at the same time, so he said, “Alright, show’s over. Put the movie on already.” When the lights were turned down low and all attention was on the screen, he turned to you once more, whispering, “Merry Christmas. I love you.” And what a merry Christmas it was.

Acts of Service

It was your birthday and you were dreading it. Birthdays felt like a day of awkward encounters and attention you didn’t want, all while being reminded you were another year older. For most of high school, it seemed to be a letdown in a way because it fell on some random weekday and you did homework for the evening, instead of something fun or relaxing.

This year, however, would be different because of the one and only Steve Harrington. When you had explained your sentiments about birthdays to him a couple weeks earlier, he assured you he would change your mind. You argued that your family would be leaving you for the week and hadn’t even mentioned or apologized that they would be missing your birthday. After making you feel better, he wouldn’t say what he was planning, but he seemed to think it would excite you.

You were on the couch working on Math when you heard a knock at the front door. You rose, opening the door to see your boyfriend juggling three bags full of stuff. “Come in, come in. Do you need help?” He shook his head and shuffled past you, heading right for the kitchen and putting everything on the counter.

When he had done that, he ran to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and picking you off your feet, squeezing you tightly and kissing your neck a few times. “Happy birthday! Happy birthday!” He spun you around before setting you back on your feet. “Alright, I love you and this is all for you, but not yet. Please return to whatever you were doing and when you’re finished, you can… one second” and he rummaged through one of the bags with a frown before pulling out a VHS tape. “Here, this is your first gift. I grabbed it on the way over, so you can watch this while I do my thing in here. I will call you when I’m ready for you to see.” He turned you around and hit your backside, kicking you out of the kitchen and back to your place on the couch.

You were confused, but knew he had things handled and had been over enough to know where everything was, so you got back to work.

When you had finished, you played the movie and tried to ignore all the mumbling, clanks, and shuffling you could hear from the kitchen. At one point, you thought you heard him go upstairs, but ignored it. Then, after a little over an hour of that, Steve came back into the living room, announcing that he had cooked you your favorite dinner and the table was set for you to eat. “While you were watching the movie, I also took the time to clean the kitchen and your bedroom, all sparkly clean. I would like to say I saw your Christmas gift album up there, as well, which makes me very happy. Anyway, happy birthday.” He looked rather pleased with himself and you admitted you were too with all he had managed to accomplish in the time he had been over.

He offered his arm to you and escorted you to a beautiful dinner illuminated by a few candles and enjoyed the delicious food and meaningful conversation with your thoughtful and caring boyfriend.

“This is perfect, Steve, thank you. I think I am starting to like birthdays.” He did a little celebration dance in his seat. You laughed at his silliness, heart swelling with how grateful you really were and how much you loved him.

“Well, get ready because I also made dessert.” Yeah, you really loved him.

Quality Time

The nature of your relationship with Steve was that you spent a lot of time together, whether just the two of you or surrounded by people. He was clingy (in the best way), craving your attention and affection. He cuddled, hugged, and kissed you more times than you could count each time you were together, so you would say every time you were together was meaningful and special. If you both had your ways, you would spend all your time together, but the need for money outweighed those wishes.

Steve had been working at Scoops Ahoy, but after everything in the mall, he and Robin began working at a movie rental place. You were not lucky enough to work with them, working instead at a pizza place that was always loud and always filled with rude teens and entitled adults. Your only time of solace was your hour lunch break, which you took each day at the same time. This was so Steve would know when to stop by. Usually, you ate a couple slices or walked to the strip mall across the street to grab something quick, but this time, Steve said he had lunch handled. When he said that, you frowned and tried to ask what he meant, but he wouldn’t elaborate, so you let it go.

Looking at the clock, it was finally time for you to get some fresh air and spend time with your boyfriend before returning to work again. You pushed open the door, bell jingling, and waited out front for the flash of Steve’s deep red car. After a few seconds of scouting the lot, you found it, parked a few spaces away, Steve smiling at you and waving through the windshield once he saw you approaching.

He got out to meet you at the front of his car, pressing a kiss to your lips and rubbing your back. “How is it going today, sweet cheeks?” You laughed at his silly nickname and explained that it was relatively quiet, fewer phone calls and customers than usual. “Oh, that’s great. The day will fly by and I’ll come pick you up when it’s all over.” He put up a finger to signal you to wait where you were, opening the back door and leaning in to grab a basket and a blanket. “In the meantime, I packed a little picnic for us because I remember how you feel a little sick of all the shitty food we’ve had lately. There are some sandwiches, chips, cookies, and sodas.” Steve placed the basket in your hands, a pleased smile on his pink lips. You never got over how thoughtful he was, always taking care of you. It reminded you of your birthday dinner and how much care he took to make it special for you.

“Thank you, honey. This is perfect. Where should we eat?” He grabbed your hand and brought you to the back of his little car, laying the blanket across the back and took the basket back from you. He put his hands on your hips, squeezing a little before lifting you on the back, making sure you were comfortable before pulling the lunch from the basket, explaining everything and kissing your cheek.

You spent the next hour talking and eating. While he was telling a funny story that involved Robin and a rude customer, you just looked at him - his soft hair, doe eyes, smooth skin, pink cheeks, full lips, and freckles, admiring how beautiful he looked. “And then, she said that he should… is there something on my face?” He stopped talking, rubbing his fingers across his mouth and chin, confused why you were staring at him. You laughed and grabbed his hands, kissing him and leaning your forehead against his.

“There is nothing on your face, Steve. I love you and how much time we spend together. This was a wonderful lunch. Thank you.” You kissed his cheek and encouraged him to finish the story before you had to pack up and return to work.

Physical Touch

Another Friday night with the party, another movie. This time, it was at your house. Since Steve started his new job, it had been even easier for you all to figure out the newest and most popular movies to try. After some arguing, the kids had chosen to watch Gremlins, which would not have been your first choice, but you didn’t want to get involved in the complicated debating. In the end, it wouldn’t matter because on these nights, you and Steve usually ended up whispering together or making snacks as the rest were entranced by the screen.

Max and El looked over at you, asking if you wanted to sit with them on the little mountain of pillows and blankets they had set up in front of the couch the boys were sprawled out on. You smiled and joined them, getting comfortable with one of the large bowls of popcorn you had set out for everyone. You and the girls reached your hands in the bowl every once in a while as you waited for the movie to start. Once it started, you hopped up and shut off the light, looking over to make sure Steve was comfortable. His eyes were already on you and he had an exaggerated pout on his lips, arms crossed as he sat in the big armchair by himself. You shook your head with a grin and returned to the girls.

A little while into the movie, you realized the popcorn was finished and the candy was getting low, so you grabbed all the bowls and quietly slipped into the kitchen, grabbing the makings to replenish everything. After beginning to pour the M&Ms into the bowl, Steve joined you, wrapping his arms around your stomach from behind and swaying you both a bit. “You ditched me. That wasn’t very nice of you.” He kissed your neck after that and you could feel he was a little lonely in that chair alone, despite being only a few feet from you.

You put the candy down, spinning in his arms and wrapping yours around his shoulders as he dropped his face into the crook of your neck. “The girls asked me to sit with them, Steve, sorry.” He grumbled against your skin, pulling you in tighter. You decided to indulge him as you were tired and snuggling into his lap seemed like a nice idea. “When we go back in there, I’ll tell the girls they can spread out more and I’ll sit with you in the armchair. Does that sound okay, you big baby?” You felt him smile and nod. He helped you finish refilling the bowls and carried them to the living room, setting them all by the kids to be devoured. You leaned over to Max and El, informing them of your seat change.

Standing back up, you saw Steve was on the chair and waiting for you to join him, a big blanket in his hand. You smiled and climbed on top of him, sitting with your legs curled up between his and your head against his shoulder. You shifted a little to make sure you were both comfortable and he pulled the blanket over you, wrapping you in his arms. After a couple minutes, you felt your eyes getting heavier with how warm and relaxed you were. Every few seconds, you felt light kisses pressed to your hair and his hand tracing your cheek. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear and it lulled you even closer to sleep. That was, until you heard some snickers and whispers. You lifted your head and saw that the boys on the couch and the girls on the floor were all looking at you, speaking in hushed voices behind their hands. Steve noticed too and frowned. “What the hell are you guys laughing at?” He said this lightly, already having a suspicion it had to do with the two of you.

Dustin answered. “Oh nothing, just that you two are showing a lot of PDA. Steve, you’re whipped.” With that, the kids all laughed, nodding and looking at you for a reaction. You snorted and lowered your head back down, closing your eyes and pressing them against Steve’s neck, letting him answer for you both. You wracked your brain and figured there must be plenty of times where you and Steve act like this in front of the party, so why was this so surprising?

“Oh shut up. Watch the movie.” Not the most graceful comeback, but you felt Steve’s chest vibrate with a laugh as he gestured towards the screen. You heard a few more laughs before attention was once again on the movie. He whispered, “What a bunch of idiots.” You smiled and Steve wrapped you up even tighter, rubbing your back as you fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

masterlist

[misterbitches]

Why is gang ge acting like hes 100 bitch ur like 8 yrs older than him MAX chill damn lmao like hes at most 30 ur a millennial homie actin like he was on the frontlines or even alive during the frickin aids epidemic lmao like the trauma he saw! UR FIVE

Its like an old man on his deathbed like finally marriage gay comes ambut insteas it’s a millenial who is in the prime of their life and an old gen z er. Sir ur too dramatic

[pettyprocrastination]

Dinner for Three

Pairing: Maxwell Lord x Valerie Lord x Black!Fem!Reader

OneShot: This is just a non-canon fic! This is basically placed AFTER the timelines of this fic, just a fun little side ficlet surrounding you and the lords after yall get together in celebration of Valentines day!

*If you want to read the rest of the fic so far here's a link to my masterlist where you can find Rip Out Our Seams & Stitch Us Together*

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: profanity, some groping going on and kissing. That's about it! Fluff and talking of self-worth.

Summary: It's Valentine's Day, you decide to treat Valerie to a nice homecooked dinner, Maxwell joins you when he returns home from work.

If the formatting is fucked im sorry tumblr fucked this like three times today im just trying to get it POSTED for you all.

Tag List: @captainsamwlsn @themarcusmoreno @cinewhore @thesadvampire @ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa @readsalot73 @holographic-carmen @honestlystop @thecrimsonsquire @phoenixhalliwell @that-chick212 @phantomnae @goldafterglow

If I forgot to tag you I'm so sorry please let me know!

Notes: BIG thank you to @ficsilike-reblogged who bought me a kofi! I know i was meant to do asomething shorter but i couldn't help myself! Also my usual big thanks for the ever lovely @teaofpeach for editing for me you are an absolute treat my dear ily <3

(i coudn't find any good lasagna gifs the TRAGEDY)

“What in God’s name are you wearing?”

You turned around at the shocked voice to see Valerie standing in the kitchen doorway, red painted lips dropped open.

You grinned and planted your hands on your hips with pride. “My Valentine’s Day outfit! You don’t like it?”

Her face fell flat as she looked you up and down; the main culprit of her disdain was the shirt you wore, buttoned neatly and covered in hearts. “Hon, you look like a cartoon character.”

You wiggled your brows. “A sexy cartoon character?”

“Remind me again why I love you?”

Hearing the word ‘love’ from Valerie Lord would never not send your heart into a frenzy. It had been months since the gala, since they had told you about their feelings with courage brought on my champagne and their own confessions to one another.

They finally had each other, why couldn't they have you as well?

Of course, that didn’t mean there wasn’t a… learning curve. When it came to the relationship, Valerie was bad at sharing her feelings. Sure, she’d say when she didn’t like somebody, or when she thought certain food tasted bad or when Maxwell’s new cologne smelled like rat shit. But she wouldn’t tell you when she was sad, insecure or felt like she wasn’t enough for the both of you.

Maxwell was too concerned with the outer view of the relationship, as he had been with Valerie since they got married. It was suspicious of course, for him to be seen leaving with a “mystery woman” without his wife around, so he took certain precautions. When out and about, he would take too much time fretting over the cameras and questions than you.

These precautions nearly cost them your relationship, their sweet girl who brought them together and showed them love and care and made them realize while they couldn't live without each other, they couldn’t live without you as well.

But now, they knew this. That you weren’t a fling who could be replaced. Your nimble fingers had stitched their beating hearts back together with a golden thread they wouldn’t dare untie from your own.

You turned away from the heiress and back to the stove as you stirred the red sauce in front of you.

“As abhorrent as that shirt is-” Her voice purred in your ear as her arms slid around your waist and pulled your back flush against her- “I love you in those jeans.”

You chuckled and kept your eyes on the task at hand as you slowly stirred. “As much of a compliment that is, Mrs. Lord, why don’t you keep those hands to yourself until I put this on the stove, alright?”

She hummed, contemplative before pressing her lips to the crook of your neck. “So mean to me baby.”

Her hands toyed with your belt loop, a painted nail hooking your shirt and slowly sliding it out from where it was tucked.

You sucked in a sharp breath. “Valerie.”

“What? Can’t I show my pretty baby some love on Valentines day?”

“Not while I’m cooking on a hot stove, little-miss-gropey.” A quick slap to her wrist with the wooden spoon made her yelp and yank her hands away from you.

“Bitch!”

You turned and pursed your lips. “Aww, poor baby, want me to kiss it better?”

She grumbled under her breath, taking in the splattered food on her wrist from the spoon before swiping her finger through it and bringing it to her mouth.

“Maybe you can kiss my ass instea- Oh, damn that’s good.”

Her eyes widened and you couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of such a high and mighty woman licking the back of her hand.

“Is that-”

“Basil?” She hummed at the taste. “I’m glad you enjoy it. It’s my father’s recipe.”

Valerie watched you as you cooked. Methodically adding each ingredient while humming along to the radio and swaying from side to side. 

“You don’t talk about him much.”

Valerie knew you were different than her and Maxwell. Your childhood wasn’t full of flashing cameras, propping questions, and hiding tears behind fake smiles to reporters. When your father was brought up in conversation, you didn’t bristle or change the subject. You would smile. 

She wasn’t jealous of that joy. That love you had from your family. She’s grateful for it, that amongst the struggles you had, there was also support and happiness. 

“He doesn’t come up in conversation often.” Valerie’s hands once more wrapped around your waist, but simply settled at your hips. Her body was flush with your own and she let her head rest on your shoulder, gently swaying with you as you continued to cook. 

“Tell me about him.”

She saw the small smile that graced your lips, mourning and grateful all at once as you spoke of him. 

“He used to say that as people, we’re a collection of those around us. The ones we’ve loved. All their little mannerisms and tics become a part of who we are. And that we do the same for other people who love us.” 

As you slowly set the pasta onto the bottom of the pan and began to layer the sauce, she wondered who you were an amalgamation of. Was the way you tilted your head back as you laughed from an old flame? 

Was the way you sang and shook your hips from a best friend when you were young, who you wished had been more?

Were the soft kisses you press to the tip of their noses something given to you? Or an act of love learned by watching your parents?

Did you have anything of hers? Of Max’s? 

Did they have anything of yours? 

“I see it in you and Max, yanno.” You stepped back to open the oven and settle the pan on the top rack before shutting it. “You both do a lil’ nose scrunch when you get angry.”

“What?” She drew back from your body, unintentionally wrinkling her nose in the process. “We do not.”

You pulled her close to your body again. Your arms settled around her waist as you slowly moved side to side. You hummed along to the smooth voice of Grover Washington Jr. that danced from the radio and filled the large kitchen, empty except for the two of you. 

“Sure do. You're also both very boujee-”

“Hey.”

“A touch temperamental-”

“I’ll give you that one but-"

“As well as emotionally constipated-”

“Excuse me?”

“And yet-” You hummed, letting your head drop forward to rest against hers, nose bumping against hers in a gentle caress- “I can’t help but love you both every damn day.”

Her blue eyes widened, before she groaned and shoved her face into your shirt. 

“You fucking sap.” She lifted her head to yours and kissed you. The melody curled around you as she wrapped her arms around your neck and tugged you flush against her. A soft moan broke from her lips as you ran your hands over the plush skin of her ass. 

You pulled away long enough to press a kiss to the tip of her nose, giggling when her face scrunched up in response. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Val."

Valerie Lord never thought she’d have this. This love and security. The ability to smile and kiss and dance on a Sunday night in the arms of a lover. She didn’t think she’d ever have a day where she felt love, a love she wasn’t afraid to admit. 

Especially to two people. 

The pair of you danced in silence, listening to the lyrics that serenaded the way you spun her and the laugh that bubbled up her chest her perfect, pinned, blonde curls came loose. 

And darling when the morning comes

And I see the morning sun

I wanna be the one with you.

When Maxwell came home, he noticed how quiet the house was. No chatter or footsteps along the hardwood floors. He knew what day it was, of course he did. He wasn’t an idiot. Valentine’s Day wasn’t a special day with the Lords. It never had been. 

But of course, that was before they met you.

Maxwell never saw that love with his parents. His mother was cold and cruel, and while his father was a good man, he knew he didn’t love her. He didn’t blame him for it. But now he felt it. The way his heart would hammer against his ribs so hard he wondered if you could hear him. The way all his stress and anger would melt away the moment Valerie’s hands held his face in a grasp like that used to carry a bird with a broken wing. 

He didn’t think it was possible to love. To desire and need somebody as much as he did you two. Now he did, and he wouldn’t go back to a life without it for all the money and power in the world. 

The sound of smooth sax caught his attention. Slowly, he set down his briefcase and followed the music until he found himself in front of the kitchen. 

This. Maxwell thought as he watched the two of you, your eyes shut as you held one another in a close embrace as swayed. This is why he did it all. 

The long hours, the greuling work and idiotic employees. If he could come home to this everyday, it’d all be worth it. 

He leaned against the doorway, watching you two until your own eyes opened and met his. 

“Happy to finally have you with us monopoly-man.”

He snorted at your lovingly crude nickname. “It was a long day at work.” Gone was the fake ‘apple-pie-and-picket-fence’ accent he forced himself to use at work when he spoke and you loved it. To see the real Maxwell was a privilege, one you would never take for granted. 

“Every day at work is a long day for you.”

Before he could retort, his wife unwrapped her arms from you and walked over to her husband. Valerie cupped his face in her hand and led him to her lips with a soft moan. Maxwell melted into the kiss with ease, all thoughts of work and conference calls vanished into thin air as his wife’s fingers carded through his hair. She pulled away with a wet pop and ran a thumb over the smudged lipstick on his face. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, dear.”

Maxwell let his hand run over her bottom lip with a lazy smile. She was magnificent like this. Not preened or pinned or posed. She was messy and unkempt and happy. She never looked more breathtaking than in those moments. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, honey.”

Her eyes flicked over his crisp suit and her sweet smile was replaced with a groan. 

“Son of a bitch you fuckers are matching!”

You shrieked with laughter while Valerie pointed an accusatory finger at the heart-covered tie that lay on her husband’s chest. 

“You tacky traitor!”

You leaned over and pressed your lips to his cheek, his hand coming to rest at the small of your back. 

“Aw don’t worry, Max. She’s just jealous she isn't matching with us.”

Valerie reared back. “I’ll be caught dead before I ever-”

“Alastair sent them to us.”

A moment of silence passed before she spoke again, more offended than annoyed. 

“And he didn’t send one for me?”

Maxwell smirked at his wife, fishing out a small white box and presenting it to her. 

“Our son knows his mother wouldn’t be caught dead in anything with gaudy patterns.” He opened the box and she took in the red heart earrings with a smile. 

Which was ultimately ruined by you. 

“Aw, he boujee just like his mama!”

Before either one could snap back at you, a small ding sounded through the kitchen and you moved quickly over to the oven. 

“You know-” Maxwell spoke as he put the earrings on his wife with gentle hands- “We have a chef for a reason.”

You brought out the pan and set it onto the stove, taking in the savory smell with a proud smile. 

“Well, fine then. Go get your cook to make you dinner if you want to complain.”

“Wait. Wait, no that not- that’s not what I meant- I’m starving, please.”

Valerie moved around her husband, taking a bottle of red wine and bumping his hip with hers. “Just set the table Maxwell, we both know how you can make it up to her later. It’s a special day after it all.”

Her husband loosened his tie and grinned at you in a way that made you think he wanted to eat you for dinner instead of the meal you prepared. 

“Lovely idea, darling.”

[toons-a-plenty]

Max having a terrible mood all Valentine’s so Cadet did the next best thing since he’s not good with words: discounted chocolate “Why’d you get me this?” “You were just in a bad mood so I got you discounted candy....” “So you’re giving me pity Sugar Bombs?” “......I can take them back and give them to Ruth instea-” “No, shut up, I’ll take them.”

[tumblunni]

Random attempts at thinking up a moveset for Dr Maddiman if he ever becomes playable someday. Tho this is probably pointless cos YW4 seems to have a wildly different no longer rpg-based battle system that probably means everyone gets different stats now. Ehh, well I cant really predict how thats gonna play out so I may as well just go with the current games!

Atrribute: Drain (already canon for his boss form) Tribe: Heartful (obvious choice) Rank: E??? (the one sticker he has as his only piece of merchandise gives him the lowest rank possible and i can only guess thats meant to represent he’s a boss because WHY WOULD HE BE THAT??)

Attack: Surgical Swipe (same as boss form. Random aside: Its called Scalpel Zapper in japanese which doesnt make a lot of sense as he isnt an electric type. Maybe it was meant to be Ripper instea-

OKAY TAKE TWO AT ATTACK: Doctor Ripper (is literally the same as his boss mode attack but stronger because SODA PUNS)

Inspirit: Change Of Heart (his signature move, gotta keep it! Could just work the same but now it confuses enemies instead of you? or maybe instead take the chance to make a new effect, maybe it swaps the skills between yokai?)

Technique: Life Support

Heals all allies and raises their max HP. I’m thinking it’s less powerful than most other healing yokai, and gets even less so every turn since its giving you more hp. But, well, ITS GIVING YOU MORE HP! A great utility for marathon battles where you have enough time to get nuts with it. (It stacks!)

(this is just cos none of his boss techniques would really work as a playable character. I suppose you could do the soultimate gauge depletion one but itd feel just fuckin weird to have the boss categorized entirely by healspam be devoid of any healing moves.)

Soultimate: Get Well Doom! (Again, its already perfect, my lads! Having a move to cause a mass poison effect/maximum damage tiles all over the screen is just really fuckin cool and we need that power in our hands yo. Well, his son already basically has a depowered version of the same move, but yeah.)

Skill: Deathperation (Increases the amount of healing/poisoning his attacks do, the closer he is to 1HP. Or maybe whenever he’s hurt he heals a small amount to all allies? Name is from basically the closest you can get to his japanese name in english.)

RANDOM ADDITIONAL PERHAPS: if they ever hypothetically give us a canonical design for his wife and have her come back as a yokai too, it’d be neat if she had a moveset revolving around helping with setup for maddiman and nocturne’s moves. Like a soultimate thats a quarterback tackle pushing all the enemies back a row so they land on the damage tiles. (Punny name idea: Go To Your Room!) And maybe an inspirit that increases the amount of damage an enemy takes from other inspirits? Combo momma! Also I’m picturing her being a high def type with the same Skill as Leadoni, perhaps. Just basically let this sad lil family be together again and let them absolutely kick ass in a fight!

[wordsaremybestfriends]

Didn’t Ask for This: Chapter 5

Hey friends!! Back with another chapter of this word jumble.... Hope your holidays or just regular days were great!! I’m so excited to show the next chapter of this, especially since it’s starting to heat up again!! Don’t forget if you would like to be tagged, just shoot me an ask! Or you can just shoot me an ask telling me how much you love the story! Or how much you hate it! 

(I am very lonely.)

Hope you’re all doing well! 

Warnings: Cursing, child abuse, vocal abuse, violence, *TELL ME IF YOU FIND ANYTHING ELSE*

By the time Emma had gotten back from the hardware store, she was thoroughly over the dozens of weird looks she got while she was driving home. It was slightly hard to look away from a girl with an ice pick, fire extinguisher, and a few full tins of lighter fluid strapped to the back of her vespa in the middle of the day.

At least they couldn’t see the lighters and a squirt bottle of ammonia with a can of chili pepper seasoning she hid in the seat of her bike for emergencies, or else she’d be in even deeper shit than she was in already.

The house was quiet when she returned, but a familiar car in the side yard near the cellar made the hair on her neck stand at attention. Steve Harrington was at their house for some reason, and if Emma had to guess, he followed them home from the Wheeler’s house to ‘help’.

“Idiot,” She murmured under her breath as she grabbed the bags of new supplies on the back of her scooter that cost her about half a paycheck. She dragged everything inside and straight through the front door, where the two culprits were sitting in the living room. Guilt painted their faces, and only heightened her fear as she set the supplies down, eyeing the two hesitantly.

She took a small breath before beginning to speak, Dustin and Steve’s gazes trained on each other, an unspoken conversation taking place between each other. “Please tell me that you guys didn’t do anything stupid.”

Silence filled the living room as she shifted her weight from foot to foot, a bubbling sensation of fear gathering within her chest. Neither boys could actually look her in the eyes, and all it did was heighten her anxiety.

“One of you guys have to explain what the hell went on here, and why you both are suddenly so damn quiet.” Emma’s voice was tight and demanding, and Dustin would have sworn she looked more like a mother than her older sister. “Now.”

Both shifted uncomfortably in their seats, a dozen emotions flashing through their eyes. Steve was the first to look up at her, clearing his throat.

“Look, it’s not that big of a deal, okay?” Steve said, hands out as if he was trying to hold back a lion. “Stay calm for us, okay?”

“Spit it out, Harrington!” Emma spat.

“We sort of…” Steve began, voice going softer as he continued. “Might of…. Kind of… Lost the demogorgon.”

The sheer silence before people know a storm was about to begin set over the house as Emma let her eyes slipped closed. She willed every inch of her body to not go and slap the two of them, but the heat that was building in her body was unavoidable.

“Steve and I were cleaning up the mess of Mews,” Dustin suddenly began, springing to his feet. “And then when we were done, we were sitting outside and we couldn’t hear anything inside the cellar, so we thought it had escaped or something, and then we started opening it and there was a hole in the wall and the skin and the-”

“You lost a monster that gave us hell last year!” Emma screamed, unable to hold in her pure anger and frustration at the moment. A single finger- A single rude finger, to be precise, was pointed at the boys as her mind began to race with possible plans, and ultimately, what she’d tell any authorities if murders began to start taking place around town when a mysterious dog-like creature was around.

“Technically, we didn’t kill it, it just escaped-”

“Not helping, Dusty.”

“Look,” Steve said, standing from the sofa to look the short girl in her eyes. “I think Dustin and I have a great plan about luring it to the junkyard with some old meat, and then just burning the hell out of it like last time.”

“And I already got ahold of Lucas and Max, and they’re on their way to the junkyard right now, while we still have daylight,” Dustin added.

Emma’s eyes shut tight as she tried to think and block out the two boys she wanted to fight in front of her. “I swear, you both are going to give me gray hairs.”

“We’ve already called a butcher,” Steve reasoned, standing beside Dustin. “And I think since we’ve got a bunch of supplies already, we have at least a decent shot of containing it, Henderson.”

Emma shook her head again, wishing she could just go back to the time that she was reading her philosophy book with no one around and the biggest worry on her mind was what she actually wanted to do in life. She rolled her eyes, unable to think about anything else but their collective stupidity.

“If this monster doesn’t kill us, I’m going to kill the both of you myself.”

---

With three backpacks filled with various supplies, Emma stood in her bedroom, throwing her hair into a tight ponytail and grabbing a thicker sweater. By just the sheer looks of it, she was sure they’d be out for a while tonight, and she was not about to freeze her ass off, just to look cute in front of Steve.

Plus, the idiot boy was more or less on her nerves, so she couldn’t really find it in her heart to keep up her feelings for him at the moment.

“So,” Emma began as she emerged from her room, tugging on her sweater and checking the laces on her converse. Steve was at his car, grabbing a few things while Emma went over the plan one last time with Dustin. “You just picked up the meat from the butcher so that you and Steve can leave a trail across the train tracks to the junkyard, where Lucas, Max, and I are boarding up that old bus as a safe space.”

Her brother nodded as Emma tossed her pack to her back, an icepick and fire extinguisher sticking out on one side and a squirt bottle of ammonia and chili pepper at her side. She stood, straightening her clothes as Dustin threw on his pack, a box of lighter fluid and a lighter in it, and Steve’s with his bat as well as some snacks and a few flashlights. Two pails full of meat scraps were sitting on the front porch as the three prepared. They had filled water bottles, and even though they were going on a monster hunt, they looked just about as normal as any teens in Hawkins nowadays.

“I think our best option might be to split off a bit, you know?” Dustin asked, shrugging his shoulders with a look of innocence and sincerity in his face. If the two teens actually liked each other, there wouldn’t be any pain in trying to get them together, right? “Maybe Lucas, Max, and I could start getting the junkyard ready with what we talked about while you guys trail the meat across the train tracks.”

“No,” Emma said bluntly, rolling her eyes. “I’m not leaving you three kids alone, especially with a demogorgon on the loose. I’ll go to the junkyard.”

“But, you and Steve-”

Emma shot a glare at Dustin, catching onto the plan that he had in place. “Will be going in separate groups, Dustin. We’ve already made the plan and we’re not changing it up now.”

“But neither of you guys know who Max is!” Dustin exclaimed, eyes as pitiful and convincing as possible. He kept Emma’s gaze on him, knowing she’d break down eventually. “And she’s like, super shy and everything, so if I go there, then I can make sure she doesn’t freak out, you know?”

“No,” Emma said, pushing past her brother to go to the kitchen and grab a few extra pieces of halloween candy to stuff in her bag. With her back turned, she continued. “Last year was different, when you had El around. She had super powers, or whatever, and none of you guys do. I’m not taking the chance that you-”

“Henderson?” Steve interrupted hesitantly as he stepped back through the front door. “Hate to tell you this, but your brother kind of left on his bike already.”

“He what?” She snapped, spinning from the counter to look at Steve standing across the house from her a confused look on his face. She sprinted to the window to find him all the way down the street, too far away to catch up with now. “That little shithead…”

“Hurry up, Henderson,” Steve said, shaking his head. “We’re losing daylight, and I don’t think you want to be setting up an abandoned junkyard to kill a demogorgons in the dark, do you?”

Emma couldn’t help the grumble that escaped her lips as she left the kitchen quickly, and past Steve as he followed her out. She locked the door, picking up the gloves before grabbing the pail and looking to Steve. “We’re going to make this quick, and we’re going to make this easy. Got it, Harrington?”

The boy only nodded, slightly intimidated by the girl’s sharp tone.

The two set off into the woods behind the house, the train tracks only a five minute walk away from their backyard. No words were exchanged as the trekked through the piles of fallen leaves and fallen branches of the woods, the sunlight peeking through the top making the ‘forbidden woods’, as her mother used to call it, a little less forbidden. The train tracks, old and forgotten through the trees, were slowly getting dotted with meat chunks every few steps, a Hansel-and-Gretel-like trail behind the two teens. Only ten minutes had passed in total when Steve broke the tense and mostly awkward silence between the two.

“You really love your brother, don’t you?” Steve asked, voice friendly and calm. He looked down at the girl that was almost a foot shorter than him and fought to let his words escape him as he walked beside her.

She didn’t look up, eyes tracing the brush around them. “Well, yeah. He’s my little brother. He’s a good kid.”

“I know,” Steve shrugged. Silence fell over him like a blanket in July as they crunched along the path.

A few moments passed before he tried to speak again. “It’s kind of funny, you know.”

Emma really didn’t want to answer, but kept up the small conversation instead of coming off as even more of an icy bitch. She didn’t need any more reason for everyone to hate her at school. “What?”

“The whole situation in general,” Steve said with a small voice as he tossed out some meat lazily, watching how it displaced the leaves around it. “You, me, back together to save the world and everything.”

“You got lucky last time, Harrington,” Emma replied, with a gaze pinned on the woods before her. They were probably a mile away from the junkyard, which meant this ultimately painful conversation between the two wasn’t going to be finished anytime soon. “You came to apologize to Jonathan, saw Nancy and I, and then invited yourself in so you could snoop.”

“I do believe that I kind of saved your life, Henderson?” Steve smirked, a proud tone to his words. “You know, your life, stopped your death, helped you live another day-”

“You picked up a bat and hit a monster,” She deadpanned. “And then Jonathan and Nancy burned the hell out of it.”

“But I beat the monster.”

“Both Nancy and Jonathan were capable of doing that as well.”

“But I was the one to do it.”

Emma stopped, eyes narrowed as she looked at Steve. “What the hell do you want me to say? Thank you for being in the right place at the right time?”

He folded his arms, matching her scowl while throwing another piece of meat down on the tracks. “I’m just saying, you wouldn’t be here right now if it wasn’t for me. You shouldn’t hate me for that.”

The girl scoffed as she turned back to the tracks, continuing her walk as he stood behind her. His body still was simmering with a bit of annoyance, considering that she was acting a bit unlike the typical girl who got saved by someone during a near-death experience.

“I don’t like you,” Emma said plainly. “You saved my life and I said thank you. I don’t think I have to spend the rest of my life trying you repay you.”

“Well no, you don’t-”

“Then what do you want from me?” She retorted. “Because I sure as hell am not going to make you a statue for you because you happened to stop by when my friends and I were-”

“God, you can’t stop acting bitchy for one moment, can you?” Steve suddenly shouted at her as he stood a few paces behind her. His hair was falling into his eyes as he glared at her whilst turning around. Amusement flickered in her eyes as she tossed another piece of meat down.

“In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t act bitchy, Harrington. I am a bitch.”

The boy could have growled at her as she began walking again, those skinny hips swaying with each step. He could feel the heat rushing to his ears, and wished he didn’t have to wear these stupid gloves so he could run his hands through his hair and possibly tear it out. She just can’t give me a break, can she?

“I have no idea why the hell you hate me, Henderson,” He seethed, shaking his head as he walked behind her, no intent on catching up with her gait. “I have done nothing to you, you know?”

She didn’t reply for a moment, eyes looking at the train tracks ahead as she let another piece of meat fall from her hands. It was as if she was thinking on her words, trying hard to find a good comeback, or at least something to shut him up, in Steve’s eyes.

“I don’t hate you, Harrington.” She was somewhat quiet as she spoke, almost like the words she was saying were a reluctant confession. “I just don’t like the person you are.”

Now, she wanted to say, though she would never let it slip. I don’t like the way you are now. I wish we could go back to middle school, and sit in the back of Mr. Kipler’s class, and just talk like we used to.

“Why?” He asked, not wasting a moment. If he had a chance to hear the honest words of Emma Henderson, one of the school’s most bitter and sassy students, he was not about to throw it away.

“You date girls as if it was a hobby,” She shrugged, face still turned forwards as Steve walked a single step behind her. “And you’re the basketball and hockey team captain, which means you’re automatically a popular boy. And with almost all the girls in school jaded by the way you look, you can get almost anything you do forgiven in an instant.”

A still silence filled the space between them as Steve let her words steep in her mind. He shrugged, continuing on beside her instead of behind. “I guess I never really thought about it like that.”

The silence that filled them wasn’t as unbearable as before, but Emma’s mind was suddenly focused on a single question, one she really didn’t want to ask but didn’t want to lose the chance to know the answer.

“So… Why do you hate me?” She asked after a moment, voice hesitant and small as she spoke. It was almost childlike, the ignorance and innocence that filled her voice and Steve could never remember her talking to anyone like that since he’s known her. A tiny frown was on her lips as she remembered what Dustin had told her in the garage, and how even though she had never thought seriously about the possibility, she liked the way her heart beat around him, and the way she felt with him near. Except, of course, if he actually hated her like she assumed he did.

Steve’s face was serious as he looked down at the girl. He couldn’t hide the way his eyebrows shrugged themselves together as he tried to find the words that weren’t ‘I actually really like you, Emma’, and ‘I think you’re the most amazing person I know’.

“I never hated you, Emma,” He finally said, voice slow and soft like hers was. It was pure and gentle, like his heart had taken control of his voice and he could only form the words, not the sounds he made for her. “I always thought you were pretty awesome.”

She couldn’t hide the snort from within her as she rolled her eyes at his words. “God, please don’t lie to make me feel better, kid.”

He tried to laugh beside her, heart beating faster at the bit of emotion he caught underneath her words. Was it sadness? Guilt? Loneliness?

“Why would I lie to you?”

Emma rolled her eyes, a bored from taking the smile she had forced to her lips instead. “Steve Harrington, we’ve been going to the same school since kindergarten and even though we were almost in each other’s classes, I think this is the longest you’ve talked to me your entire life.”

“Now you’re the liar,” He laughed beside her.

“Seriously?” She continued, turning back to the tracks. With her voice slowly declining in intensity and volume, Steve began to feel the weight of her seriousness that laced her weak attempt at playfulness.  “Come on, you’ve always been the golden boy and I’ve been the girl everyone’s waiting on to shut up in the back of the class. You don’t talk to people like me.”

“What a downer, Henderson,” He joked, shoving her slightly with his elbow as he tossed another piece of meat down. The junkyard was almost upon them, the rusted body of the bus sitting in the center with metal sheets and the kids standing around it. “You don’t honestly believe that crap, do you?”

Emma didn’t reply as she sped up into a jog, leaving the boy behind. It didn’t take long for her to join the kids and get straight to work, but Steve couldn’t quite shake her words as he followed her. Or the way her voice made him actually stop and listen to her words.

And he especially couldn’t shake the look he glimpsed on her face, with drooped eyes and a low frown, almost like her light had been dulled and she was left numb instead.

Tag list: @luv2reade16 @lillie-writes @kararanae23@harringtonwife @tiarrasmith @sarahmariedesserts

[joey-rosenburg]

Idk any nerds so im telling you, i bought a copy of pokemon moon off ebay for 15.99 and the person had 72 hours on it, did the after game and had only four boxes worth of pokemon, looks normal. But also almost a thousand (the max) of one type of berry?? And this person didnt name ANY pokemon, how heartless

wildddd you gotta name your pokemon, i havent playes in like two years but like????????????? its about loving your pokemon not just battling them!!! this person needs to love themselves instea dof just playing the game heartlessly fuck i jsut snezzed