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[silkholland]

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[silkholland]

Was looking at Joe photos and found these and now I’m…

[wizkiddx]

living and reviving II

yep when I said three parts I think I meant 4 oops

summary: an overdue conversation that has to happen - like it or not

warnings: cheating, swearing, pregnancy talk, lots more angst, think thats it?

tomhollandxreader

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So with a new sense of dread and fear and complete and total isolation you uttered three single words before hysterically running away.

“Don’t follow me.”

Not now, not ever.

That had been three weeks ago.

And it still fucking hurt like hell.

It had ended up that Yamna had taken you back to hers, where you had stayed for a couple nights. During that couple of days, Tom had tried. He had tried to apologise, tried to explain, tried to fix things. But it just wasn’t that easy.

Whatever he said, it didn’t take back from the fact that he had in that moment meant it. So no amount of sorrys could ever take that back.

After everyone had realised just how serious their situation was, Tom had moved out of your shared flat - so you could at least be in the place you were comfortable. Afterall the nursery was built in your flat and clearly it was you doing all the baby stuff for the moment. Thankfully Yamna, having been cut loose so without job, offered to move in with you. Which was probably the only thing keeping you going.

Well, that and ben and jerrys ‘phish food’. Honestly the shop must think you’re running some sort of ice cream black market at the rate you’re getting through their tubs.

Everyone kept parroting that it wasn’t good for the baby. Too much ice cream . Too much heavy lifting. Too much stress.

And yes, it probably was. But that was out of your control . The stress and lack of man in the household meant you had to do the heavy lifting of shopping from the car up the stairs. Shopping meaning ice cream, which you only depended on so much because of the stress.

It was a vicious cycle of hell.

Even Yamna, the person you were relying on keeping you sane had started walking on eggshells. It was as though you were literally about to pop, she always had to have at least half an eye on you. You were even banned from locking the toilet door - just in case.

It felt like you were a captive animal, people kept coming to observe you, giving sad looks before gleeing the scene.

You hadn’t been sleeping well either. Of course, being 3 weeks of your due date didn’t help - but neither did the lack of Tom. In fact, for the first time since shit had hit the fan, you had actually been managing to get some decent sleep when Yamna knocked on your bedroom door, quietly calling your name.

“I’m asleep” Groaning, you pulled the covers further over your head, praying to god that she’d leave you alone. But of course that wasn’t happening, she just lightly chuckled before you felt the bed dip - she had perched on the edge… Toms side.

“You never normally sleep talk.”

“I’m never normally this sleep deprived.” She sighed, whilst you still stubbornly kept your eyes closed.

“I’m sorry I woke you…. but this is important.”

“What?” Almost grunting, you threw the covers down looking up at her in anticipation. That was another thing about pregnancy - you were always on high alert, always worried.

“Toms here.”

“Tell him to f off.” Quickly you stopped caring about what your bestmate had to say.

“He’s saying that he’s the little ones dad and that he deserves to be involved and…. and I think I might agree.”

“I deserve a boyfriend who stays loyal to me so clearly neither of us are getting what we want.” You weren’t angry at Yamna and snapping at her wasn’t the answer. And yet you still did it.

“Y/n….I love you and I am completely on your side. I just think that maybe, perhaps, you should at least manage to be civil before baby arrives. Otherwise… thats going to be a lot to deal with all at once.”

It was your turn to sigh, deep and heavy (or at least as deep as the baby let). Most infuriatingly she was right. The conversation had to happen at some point. With a baby there too it would only be even more traumatic.

“He’s here now?” It only dawned on you how broken you actually sounded when the words croaked out of you.

“Yeh hunny… I didn’t let him inside so he’s standing outside the door looking like a dickhead right now.” The image cheered you up a little, enough to sit up in bed and be wrapped in Yamna’s arms. Her actions said it all, she really only meant the best for you and knew how hard this would be. After a moment she leant back. “I almost considered calling the paps so they could get a picture and label him as a groveling dick.”

“You should of.” Of course you didn’t mean it, but the answer had you both laughing. It took a minute to calm down before she changed subject slightly.

“You want me to make myself scarce? I can hide in my room or go to the shops or-“

“Text the guy from the bar - you deserve a night off ‘babysitting Y/n’ duties.”

“I’m not babys-“

“Yes you are. Go out with him and have some fun, I’ll be fine.”

“You sure?”

“Yeh”

That was a bare face lie - but Yamna had been almost too good to you. She really really needed a break. Especially as the current plan was she’d be helping with the newborn too. Right now you wouldn’t have wished a baby on yourself - never mind your best mate.

“Okay, get ready then babe - but do it slowly, leave him waiting outside in the cold for as long as possible.”

“Obviously.” You laughed, hauling yourself out of bed, where she gave you one more encouraging hug before leaving.

After hearing Yamna leave, and brushing your hair and throwing on a new pair of trakkies and hoodie, you slowly walked towards the door. It felt as though impending doom were on the other side and every fibre of you wanted to scream and run the other way. But it just had to happen at some point. Why not now?

With a final sharp exhale, attempting to pull yourself together, you opened the door. Immediately your heart sank, seeing nothing. Had you really been that long? And even so, was a 10 minute wait enough for him to give up? You could already feel the hormonal pregnancy tears starting to spring, when a grunt drew your attention.

What you hadn’t considered was the fact Tom was ready to camp out, sitting on the floor beside your door. Springing to his feet, he seemed shocked you’d actually opened the door - makes two of you. When Yamna left she had told him you were coming, but seeing really is believing.

“Y/n! I-I… I wasn’t sure you were ever going to answer.”

“You and me both.” You replied dryly, still leaning on the door. “Do you er…. do you want to come in?” Again he seemed shocked, as though he wasn’t sure you meant it.

“Is that-that okay?” Shrugging you just nodded, stepping back so he could get in. He did pay half the mortgage afterall.

“You want a drink?” He quickly declined your offer, not vocally but instead rushing past you to the kitchen and turning the kettle on himself.

“Your the pregnant one. Go chill on the sofa, I’ll bring you a cuppa.”

And a bit taken a back by his forcefulness you followed instructions, from the sofa watching how effortlessly he danced round the kitchen. It wasn’t shocking, it was technically his kitchen too. But seeing him there felt so alien, almost transporting you back to much much simpler times. Seemed a lifetime ago.

After a couple of minutes, he rounded the sofa with a hot chocolate in one hand for you (because caffiene is bad for the baby) and a cup of Yorkshire tea in the other.

“So… how have you been?”

“Ate a lot of ben and jerrys” You answered without really answering, except he knew you all too well.

“That bad?” He sighed, scrubbing a hand over his brow “how about the baby?”

“I don’t tend to carry an ultrasound on me but she’s been keeping me up all night kicking - so normal I guess.”

“Thats good” He spoke before realising what he said. “Sorry no I um-I don’t mean it like that!” You all but laughed in the face of his flusteredness, only making the tips of his ears go pinker.

“I assume you had something to say and that you came here for a reason rather than just pity me?”

“I want to make things right Y/n - I-I mean your having my kid.”

“OUR kid”

“ Exactly! And-and I love you too and-“

“Bullshit” You may have murmured it under your breath but you had intended for him to hear.

“Oh come one Y/n, you know that!”

It was like the man was asking to be yelled at.

“Don’t sit there trying to patronise me! I THOUGHT i knew it but then I saw you all over another girl. So yes, I’m calling bullshit.”

“Ugh I… If your not going to even try to hear me out then…”

“Then what Tom? You gonna kick me out. I mean this is your flat after all! Maybe you’d like to dump the mother of your unborn child homeless on the street and forget about us - how’d that sound? I’m sure your fans would blindly applaud you.”

“Listen! Please would you just listen to me.” His voice was loud and tone harsh, making you flinch a little. Not because you were ever worried he’d hurt you - but how this wave of uncomfort shuddered through your body, baby even squirming in discontent. So focused on that you just nodded, shifting back into the sofa.

Tom had noticed your reaction and seeing you seemingly scared of him like that, well it broke his heart. Even more.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to shout, I just…. I really need to try and fix this.” He leaned closer, letting out a thankful breath when you just nodded, as if to say go on.

“I’ve really really missed you… these past couple of weeks I’ve never felt so gulity in my life. Not because of what I did! Well yeh that but-but more how much it hurt you and-“

“Fuck.”

You couldn’t help but let out that little curse of pain as a new wave of pain, which seemed to originate from your lower back, shuddered through you. Tom looked up from where his eyes had been nervously wringing his palms whilst he spoke. Rubbing a hand over your belly you shook your head and motioned for him to continue.

She was just kicking really really hard. Right?

“Uhm yeh so I just wanted to properly tell you everything that happened that night so at least we are on the same page? A-And I’m not going to try and use this an excuse but I had been drinking so-“

Seemingly baby disliked the end of that sentence too, causing another rippling wave to echo through your body, feeling as though a band was pressing tightly round your stomach. With another small curse it forced you to stand up, in the hope that’d ease her. Clearly she was as done with his shit as you were.

“Need a water.” You muttered, already waddling to the kitchen, where you heard Tom follow you immediately - like an inpatient dog.

“Y/n sit down I can-“

He was silenced by you freezing and grabbing his arm tightly - a physical contact he hadn’t been expecting from you.

“Tom… get your phone.” You spoke slowly, still not having dared to have moved an inch - fingers almost white from how tightly you were squeezing his forearm.

“Wha-are you-are you okay?”

“I think my waters just broke. Get the phone. Now.”

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[vi-trying-to-survive]

IKEA Adventures

Peter Parker x f!Reader

Summary: (Y/N) loves IKEA so much and needs Peter to understand why, so they end up going on an IKEA date.

Warnings: Mostly fluff and some Peter and (Y/N) IKEA crack. Kinda steamy at the end, but also not really - maybe like PG13

A/N: this is kinda long, but I'm really proud of it and I hope you guys like it 😉

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"Thank you so much baby" (Y/N) beamed at Peter, who stood next to her. His hand on her waist steadied her as the subway car clacked along the rails, gripping slightly tighter each time she swayed a little.

"No problem angel", he turned to face her, matching her smile, "I wanted to do this with you anyway, I need to know what makes you love going to IKEA so much".

"Peter how can you not love IKEA?!", she exclaimed, catching the attention of a few others on the train, as she waved her arms in the air frantically, "it's literally a theme park but for free"

"(Y/N) you do know that Mr Stark has flown us and the avengers to Disneyland multiple times", he grinned, "for no reason … on a school night".

"Yeah I know and that is always great, welcomed and always appreciated", she protested, crossing her arms across her chest, pouting, "but this ... this is a whole other version of fun"

"Alright whatever you say (Y/N)" he replied, trying to keep a straight face, as she comically frowned at him, "I guess I just have to find out".

"Peter were finally here!" she squealed, squeezing his hand in excitement, "this is gonna be so fun!"

He laughed, swaying their joint hands back and forth, “you’re so cute”. As a red color spread across his face, he turned away from her, mumbling to himself, “did I really just say that out loud?”. Peter still seemed to get flustered about how she’d react to a compliment from him, even though they had been dating for a months now.

Smiling she leaned her head on his shoulder as they got on the escalator, “Thank you”. He didn’t reply, but tilted his head so that it touched hers, a silent act of affection that always seemed to calm him down.

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“Oh my gosh– baby look bunk beds!” Peter exclaimed, his eyes shining in anticipation, as he tugged their connected hands towards them, “they’re so cool”.

“And you thought it wouldn’t be exciting here”, she giggled at his excitement, “but you already have a bunk bed”.

“You know, sometimes I’d like to pretend like I don’t, so I could convince myself I need one”, he pouted, “plus, you can never have enough bunk beds”.

Eventually they had to leave the bunk beds, much to Peters despair. “Thank you for always being the best, I’ll love you forever”, he ended after giving them a goodbye speech complete with fake tears.

“You’re such a dork”, she smiled, shaking my head as I took his outstretched hand into mine.

“But I’m your dork, right?”, he grinned, pulling me closer.

“Fortunately, you are”, she answered, tilting her head up to plant a kiss on his cheek.

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“I swear if this isn’t my kitchen in the future”, she declared, throwing the arms across the counter top, “I’d never forgive myself”.

“(Y/N), don’t you think that’s a bit too far for a kitchen with an island?”, he looked at her quizzically.

“Peter, how could you say that?!”, she exclaimed, throwing my arms into the air, “this kitchen is like my baby, I see it every time I come to IKEA and I would die for it”.

He rolled his eyes affectionately, while watching as I opened and closed the fridge. Lost in his thoughts a little as he admired how she managed to find such extreme joy in the simplest of things.

“Oh my gosh– Peter!!” she screamed, hands at the sides of her face, her eyes wide, as she stared at an open drawer.

“What’s wrong babe?!”, he asked, worried … mostly about the chance of a roach being in there.

“They added lights to the drawers”, she squealed, “if I had lights in my drawers, I wouldn’t need to switch on anything if I was cooking at night”.

“(Y/N), you don’t cook”, he deadpanned, slamming his palm against his forehead, “neither of us do … that’s why we’re always getting pizza”.

“Maybe I would if my drawers lit up”, she claimed, placing her hands on the sides of her face in awe.

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“Peter why did we get so much food”, (Y/N) groaned in pain as they sat at the cafeteria, plates piled around them with the remains of what was once their lunch.

“Cause it was affordable and so good”, he managed to utter, as he rested his head on the cold surface of the table, in an attempt to ease the ache in his belly after eating too much.

“Our fatal flaw” she cried out, slamming her hand across her face as she slumped down on her seat, “we can never resist a good deal”.

“But baby the meatballs were so good”, he exclaimed, waving his hands around to stress his point.

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“Oh my gosh, (Y/N), we gotta go up there”, he whispered to her, as the pair wandered around the warehouse looking section of the furniture store, towards the end of their adventure.

“This is probably a bad idea”, she began, stroking his chin in an animated manner, “but, you know what it sounds fun … so let’s do it anyway”.

Looking around to make sure no one was watching; he quickly grabbed the girl’s waist lightly and rose his hand in the air. A long, white cord, barely visible to anyone else shot out, attaching to the ceiling, yanking the pair into the air. (Y/N) instinctively clutched his neck and curled her legs around his waist, pushing her face into the crook of her neck. No matter how many times he did this, she was always still amazed at the whole act of it and it always left her in a daze of adoration for him.

Landing gently on the floor of the shelf, without making a single sound, Peter gently loosened his hold on his girlfriend to allow her to stand again.

“Just 5 more seconds”, she murmured, still clutching tightly onto his body, giving her heart time to stop racing.

He chuckled softly, placing a soft kiss on her forehead as he continued to hold her.

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After a few minutes, she lowered her legs, allowing him to set her down and the two found themselves curled up together, with Peter setting his head down on her lap. (Y/N) found that her hand instantly reached his hair to run her fingers through it, occasionally tugging with the smallest amount of force, which caused him to hum softly. Eventually he shut his eyes, drifting to sleep.

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“Peter?”, (Y/N) called out while gently shaking his shoulders.

He slowly gained consciousness, blinking his eyes a few times to adjust them to the light. Turning to face the girl, who was smiling softly at him, he pulled himself up into a sitting position next to her, giving her a sleepy, lopsided grin.

“Thank you for today”, she spoke shyly, turning away from his gaze, “I love you so much”.

“I love you too” he replied softly, bringing a hand up tilt her face towards him, connecting their lips for a sweet kiss. As he deepened the kiss, she moved to straddle his hips, causing him to let out a soft groan. Smiling against his lips, she tangles her fingers in his hair. As Peter starts moving down her neck, she lets out a small whimper as he starts sucking lightly.

“The store will be closing in 30 minutes”

The unknown voice rang out loudly, startling the pair. Pulling away in awe of each other, they sat in silence for a few minutes.

“Baby, the store’s gonna close soon”, he spoke voice still raspy from sleep, “and I don’t think either of us want to get stuck here”.

(Y/N) let out a whine, but untangled herself from him. Sighing she replied, “you’re right, even IKEA would be creepy at night”

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As the they sat on the subway, on their way to Peter’s apartment for a movie marathon (A/N: Star Wars of course 😉), she shuffled closer to him, passing him one end of her headphones, playing their shared playlist. As the music began, he lifted their intertwined hands, to place a soft kiss on the back of her palm. Smiling she rested her head on his shoulder, hoping for more adventures like this with him.

[silkholland]

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[vi-trying-to-survive]

Dental Dreads

Peter Parker x f! Reader

Warnings: none its just fluff and Peter high on laughing gas :’)

Summary: Peter has to get his wisdom teeth removed and (Y/N) is tasked with getting him home and into bed, which proved to be slightly more difficult than earlier anticipated.

A/N: hi guys !!! I really hope you like it cause idk why but I was just falling on the floor laughing at the thought of Peter high on laughing gas💕💕 If you want me to write something specific, please feel free to leave a request cause I love your ideas 💕💕

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"Thanks for coming with me today babe", he smiled, leaning his head on (Y/N)'s shoulder, taking one of her hands in his, rubbing circles on the skin softly with his thumb. She squeezed his hand gently in response, "of course Pete, I wouldn't have let you do this alone", she giggled, shifting her gaze to look at him, still nuzzling his face in her shoulder, “plus I couldn’t let you try to get back on your own while your high on laughing gas”.

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His name rang loud and clear, through the empty waiting room, making him perk his head upwards, eyes wide in anticipation of what would happen once he walked through those doors, running a hand down the side of his face to cup it, she placed a soft kiss of encouragement on his cheek, before whispering, "I'll see you soon Spidey". Giving her a nervous smile, he pushed himself to stand, walking towards the attending who held the large wooden open for him, turning to take one last glance at his girlfriend who sent him a wink just as the door swung shut.

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Feeling a hand on her shoulder, (Y/N) pulled out the earbuds that she had on, putting her phone down, to look up at the man, who she recognized as Peter's dentist, in front of her.

As they walked to the room where he was, she was filled in on how the minor surgery went, "It went perfectly fine", he paused for a moment, considering the boy's mental state before continuing, "he's still a little loopy from the laughing gas, so you might wanna wait for a while before heading out". By the time they reached the door, she had been filled in on the medications he would have to take and some other important things regarding a follow-up, nodding quickly, eager to see her boyfriend, having watched enough wisdom teeth removal videos on YouTube to know that today would be pretty interesting".

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Peeping into the sterile smelling room, trying to be as silent as a mouse, she saw her boyfriend lying on the examination chair, eyes closed, the only sound present being the whir of the air-conditioning, his hair messier than the last time she saw it, falling over his eyes a little, his cheeks a little swollen and blushed, probably cause of all the tools he had stuffed in there a few minutes ago she thought. Stepping in, she tried not to wake him seeing as he looked so peaceful, the door closing with the softest click, she spun her body thinking that she had succeeded with her task, but a pair of large, cocoa colored eyes staring at her said otherwise. "Damn superhuman hearing", she cursed silently under her breath, making her way to him.

"You're so pretty", he said breathlessly, mouth full with cotton gauze, lying back on the seat like he had been blown away, placing a hand on his forehead for drama, earning a giggle from the girl who stood facing him.

"Thank you baby", she smiled at him, reaching a hand out to cup his reddened cheeks, but found that her lips pulled into a concerned frown when he pulled away with an astonished look, eyes wide, like a deer caught in headlights.

"I'm sorry beautiful stranger, but I have a girlfriend", he sighed whimsically, turning his eyes upwards, while placing his hands on his cheeks like he was in a daydream, "and I love her so much, I would never betray her".

Rolling her eyes, she remembered what Peter told her over the phone the night before --- "it probably won't even work on me, because of my powers", he practically shrieked down the line, "(Y/N), I don't want to feel them forcibly remove my teeth ... can you imagine how painful that would be?!" ---, urging herself back to the present, she tried to push the laughter that was building in her chest back down, as he stared peered at her suspiciously, "I am your girlfriend".

Gasping in astonishment, he accidently slammed his palms against his cheeks a little too hard, practically slapping himself, causing him to let out a groan of pain. Then snapping back to reality, he pondered out loud, "Woah, how did I get you to agree to that?", turning to give her heart eyes, "your so much prettier than me".

Trying her luck again, she stuck her arm out, trailing her fingers along the side of his face, while leaning down to place a kiss on his forehead, "because I love you, ... but don't worry you're pretty too". Enjoying her touch, he began to hum gratefully, fluttering his eyelids shut, momentarily opening them as she moved her fingers from his face to begin running them through his hair softly.

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After another 10 minutes of dozing, Peter seemed to have sobered up enough to recognize who his girlfriend was, but after another 15 minutes of trying to get him into the cab, (Y/N) didn't have to think twice before accepting that he was still as high as a kite.

"But babe, I can just swing us around town and back home in like half the time", he whined, crossing his arms over his chest, pouting as his girlfriends practically pushed him into the backseat, then getting in herself. In this moment, she was so grateful for the sheer amount of cotton gauze the nurses stuffed into his mouth, so that his words were unintelligible mumbles to anyone who didn't have context. Smiling apologetically at the cab driver she promptly gave him the address, turning her attention back to the drowsy boy next to her, who had already forgotten his previous dilemma, having moved on to trying to burrow himself into her side. Adjusting her arm to curve around his waist, she gently tucked his head into the crook of her neck, using her other hand to clasp his, softly stroking the back of his palm, his only response being a content sigh.

"Am I a good boyfriend?", he stammered, spinning his body so that he could face her, awaking her from a daze, his eyes looked glassy, like pools of water were threatening to fall, his puffed up cheeks not doing much better to stop the tug at her heartstrings.

"Of course you are", she smiled, pulling him closer to her so that she could cup his crimson cheeks gently, to connect her lips to the tip of his curved nose, causing it to wrinkle as a reflex, "the best in the whole world".

"Really?", he wondered out loud, still staring at her like a puppy that wanted to play, as he placed his head on her chest, curling his arms around her waist, "Why?".

Positioning one of her arms so that it was draped around his back comfortably, she teasingly tapped at her head pretending to think about why, when she had that list memorized by heart, turning to whisper in his ear, "cause you have the biggest heart in the world", her hand unconsciously drifting to his hair, combing through it, removing any knots or tangles, "and that's just to name one". Hearing an Incomprehensible sound from Peter, she assumed that he was appeased with her answer, which made her lips curve up into a loving smile.

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Feeling the car come to a halt, she hastily handed the driver the money, before latching her half-asleep boyfriend onto her shoulder, to drag him up to his apartment. She was eternally grateful that the elevator was in function so that it could carry them up there, unsure how much longer she could hold his weight, figuring that all that muscle was a lot denser than she initially thought, practically struggling to keep them both upright.

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Reaching the door, the girl hurriedly grabbed the key from her back pocket, sliding it into the lock and turning it with a click. Using her free hand she pushed the door open, bringing his exhausted body in, before quickly locking it again. The pair awkwardly hobbled through the small space as she directed them towards his bedroom at the end of the area. Shoving the door, she tried to place Peter down gently onto the lower bunk, but sensing her struggle he completely let go his hold on her. flopping down to land on the soft, clean smelling sheets that Aunt May had changed just a few days ago. Tilting his face, half-smushed under the pillow, to look at the girl who gazed lovingly at him in slight shock of the force that he dropped onto the bed with, he mumbled, "wanna cuddle", reaching his hand out to her.

Almost as exhausted, (Y/N) didn't feel like opposing his offer, taking his outturned palm, gasping from the force at which he pulled her onto the small mattress, which creaked lowly under their collective weight, sometimes forgetting how strong the boy who was pressing his face onto her shoulder was, considering the fact that on the inside he was a soft, gooey marshmallow. She turned to face him, letting one hand drift into his hair while the other rested around his neck, her body instinctively curling up against his, the heat he radiated beginning to lull her to sleep. Trying to close any gap between them he snaked his arms around her back, legs tangling themselves up with hers, as he adjusted his face to delicately connect their lips, thanking her for dealing with his antics today, not truly realizing that she would easily walk through fire for him without hesitation. Breaking the kiss simultaneously, they drifted off to sleep in perfect peace and tranquility.

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[silkholland]

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[silkholland]

I needed to hear/read this

I think something that a lot of fanfic writers don't understand is that it doesn't matter if it's good.

And I'm not saying that to encourage you to practice self love or whatever. I'm not saying that "art doesn't have to be good." I mean, it doesn't, but that's not my point.

I'm saying that the objective reality is that if you have a fun concept, if you are passionate, if your work is literally legible, you will have readers that appreciate it. 95% of fanfic readers are not looking for Quality Literature. They're looking for a juicy peice of fanfiction. They're looking for a medium to project onto. All you have to do is create that medium.

So yeah, your fic probably has all those problems you think it has. It's probably too long and the timeline is weird and the dialogue is cheesy and the plot has holes. And people love it anyway because YOU love it. They love it because when they read it, they feel like you've reached into their brain and pulled out their desires.

So just go. Go scratch their itch.

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Daunting Dating

Peter Parker x f!Reader

Warnings: Swearing and a bit steamy in the middle and kinda angsty with mentions of non-cannon character death

Summary: Even after watching multiple horror movies, Peter never thought that his life would mirror one, let alone lose so many people he cared about. 💖💖💖

A/N: I just wanted to write a story about Peter and (Y/N) inspired by that one What If episode, cause I also love zombie movies and also the moment I watched that episode I really, really wanted to write this 💖💖💖 :') I hope you guys like it though. 💖💖💖

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Peter had almost lost all hope as he swung around town, surveying the rubble below him for survivors, it had been about a week since his whole life had been burned down to dust in a matter of seconds, remembering the chaos of the crowd in the streets that first day ---

He was swinging along the tall, reflective sky--scrappers, enjoying the thrill it brought, almost finished with his patrol, eager to meet his girlfriend for their usual midnight snack on the top of her apartment building. Unfortunately the sound of yelling and screaming snapped him from his daydream, turning his head towards the sound as he flipped and landed soundly on the top of a street light, gripping tightly until his knuckles turned white from the sight. Humanoid creatures with rotting flesh were ambling after unlucky civilians, snatching and clawing at them, sinking their teeth into any flesh they could find, turning them into greyish, unfocused monsters too. His heart sank forcefully to the bottom of his chest as his mind went straight to the thought of his family, Aunt May, Ned, Happy, (Y/N).

Unable to think straight, he let himself go on autopilot as he swung over the gruesome display below him, anxiously calling out to Karen to dial all their numbers, willing himself to move faster. One by one he checked their apartments, to be met with disappointing outcomes, that he forced himself to push to the back of his mind, frantically making his way to the last place on his list, holding on to his last bit of hope as he landed with a clang on the metal grate at her bedroom window. Pushing open the window frantically, he entered the room, a deadly silence settling over the space, clothes were strewn around, posters from the walls were ripped, some lying on the floor and her precious books torn with their pages scattered everywhere, making his breath hitch in his throat. Peering around the room, he saw something reflective glinting under the wooden frame of her bed, that he knew all to well, reaching to grab it with his gloved fingers. Feeling liquid building up at the edge of his eyes, he recognized the clear case with a polaroid from their first date slipped in it, he forced them down, she wasn't gone yet, not to him at least, maybe there was a message on the phone.

He sighed, shifting his weight on the mattress as he sat, making a large groan arise from the springs under him. The dim light of the phone illuminated his face, as he scrolled through her voicemails, texts, photos, looking for any signs of her, with no avail, finally clicking on the voice recording app, surprised to find a file from 3 hours ago, taking a deep breath in, he clicked on the message, feeling optimistic.

'Peter, Mom, Dad- Anyone who finds this- I don't know- How the fuck-', quickly hitting pause, not wanting to listen, anticipating her screams, after the loud thuds and deep groans that he assumed belonged to a 'zombie', as he called them, it wouldn't take a genius to guess what had happened. Unable to control the flow of tears that trickled down his face, fogging up his mask, he pulled it off leaving his hair in a fluffy mess above his head, messily wiping them away with the back of his palms, feeling the snot running down his face. Flipping the phone over, he looked at the photo, showing a much happier Peter and (Y/N), her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down to place a soft kiss on his cheek as he pulled a face, squinting his eyes, to make her laugh, wishing he could be back there, causing more hot tears to stain his face.

After a few minutes, he urged himself to stop crying as he pulled the mask back onto his face, carefully placing the phone into his backpack along with its charger, just incase he could find a power outlet that still worked. Scaling the wall of the building, he made it to the roof of the building, not wanting to leave just yet, probably because it would make it real, he wondered to himself. Counting to three, he leaped off the building, the web he shot out pulling him up from the destruction and demise below his feet.

Aimlessly he went around the practically decimated city, unsure where to go or who to turn to anymore, feeling spooked when Karen interrupted his train of thought. "Incoming call", she asked, monotonously, "Happy Hogan, do you wish to pick up Peter?".

His eyes grew wide with shock, "yes- yes- pick up the call- please", hearing his voice at the other end of the line, the trembling boy felt a sudden jolt of energy building up in his chest, at least Happy was still here, "Happy you have no idea how nice it is to hear your voice", he sighed.

--- "Hey kid", a voice he recognized to belong to Bucky, rang out in his ears through the intercom, bringing him back to the present "anything on your end ?". He sighed, lips turning into a frown at the lack of life on the streets below him, promptly responding as to not worry the rest of his new-found family, "nope, I'll just finish up this last street and meet you guys back at the subway cars".

Turning on the last street, his head hung low, a part of him still hoping that he would find one of his friends, or anyone else that was still human, a sudden scream from a distance to his left sent an electrifying shock of excitement through every part of his body, switching the direction of his webs to get closer to the source of the sound.

"Get away from me!", a feminine voice, that was far too familiar, shrieked out, "you degenerative fuck trolls", his eyes beginning to focus on her frame as he drew closer, chewing on his lip nervously as his heart gave him false hope. Her arms were swinging furiously around her, with what appeared to be a broken piece of red-brown pipe, making his eyes grow to the size of saucers, like he had seen a ghost because it almost was like he had. His girlfriend, that e assumed was dead a week ago, was standing below him, fighting off zombies.

Swooping down, landing behind her, he kicked the once human man back, gathering her up in his arms, before shooting a web out, sending them both up, gripping tighter as they flew in the air.

Landing perfectly on the top of a nearby building, he set the girl down, tugging his mask off, to reveal his red-rimmed eyes that had grown puffy from the tears that fell in his mask, quickly dragging her into a hug, placing his face into the crook of her neck. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his torso, allowing her heart to take over, sensing who it was before her brain could recognize him. Pulling back a little to fixate her eyes on his face, she sighed like in a dream, "Peter", raising her hand to stroke his cheek softly, avoiding the scabbing wound above his eyebrow, not wanting to hurt him.

Unable to contain his emotion, he tilted her face to his, cupping her bruised, dirt-covered cheeks with his gloved hands, so that their lips could connect, moving in sync with each other. Gripping tighter he moved his hands down to her waist, tugging her frame closer to his, the tears that slipped down their faces mixing in between them, creating a salty taste. Squeezing at her sides lightly, she let a small moan, making his lips pull up into a small smile as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, softly exploring the space, groaning as her fingers tangled themselves in his hair, pulling at the soft strands.

"Peter- Peter are you there?", Happy's voice called out, breaking the pair from their trance. Still holding onto her tightly, like she would disappear at any moment, panting softly, "yeah- yeah I'm here.", fixating his gaze back on the girl that stood, still holding onto his neck, grinning softly at her, "I- I found someone, ... I'll meet you guys at the subway cars in 5 minutes".

Hearing the intercom buzzing stop abruptly, he rested his forehead against hers, whispering tenderly, "missed you so much, baby", finding more streaks of warm tears run down his crimson tinted face. Using her hand to wipe away his tears, ignoring the streams that stained her own skin, she gently pressed her lips on his again sweetly, "missed you too", she sighed contently, laying her head on his chest, "but at least we're together now", his arms reacting instantly to press her closer to him protectively, hoping to never let go.

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Stranger Things Dividers Pt. 4

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[vi-trying-to-survive]

Night-Time Rendezvous

Parker x f!Reader

Warnings: None ... Like Zero ... This Is Just A Short Fluff Piece 💖💖

Summary: Peter meets (Y/N) for after patrol for cuddles and sleep.

A/N: I hope you guys like it!! 💖💖 I just wanted to write a fluffy Peter piece today, with lots of cuddles cause we all need a hug 🥺💖If you like it please leave a request, cause I love writing out your ideas!! 💖💖💖

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Swinging through the air, he made a flip easily before landing on the top of an aged brick apartment building. Looking around at the almost empty streets around him, the neon street light reflecting on his face, shades of blue, pink, yellow as he climbed down the back wall. Stopping at one particular window, he smiled looking at the doodles drawn in sharpie at the edges, mostly flowers and stickman looking versions of Spider-Man, (Y/N) was not the most commendable artist. Gently he pulled the window up without much difficulty, seeing as she always left it open on Thursdays, or any other days when he came over, slipping into the room, trying to be stealthy, but found that it really didn’t work, as she stirred in her sleep. Her voice raspy as she called out into the darkness, “Peter?”, rubbing her eyes, trying to force them to focus in the pitch-black, to locate his figure. “Coming baby”, he whispered, pressing on the spider emblem in the middle of his chest, promptly kicking off the suit and crumpling it up, tossing it to the corner of the room. Getting onto the bed, he crawled up to the girl who was now sitting, arms held out towards him, bed creaking under their collective weight.

Softly wrapping his arms around her waist, he pushed her back against the pillow, tugging the blankets to cover them from the cool autumns breeze, that blew through the cracks in the wall. Spinning her body to face him, she moved closer, bringing a hand a up to cup his face, pulling him in for a tender kiss, noses touching as their lips moved in sync, breaking away, their soft pants the only sound in the small space. Giving her a tired, lopsided grin, he snuggled closer to her, tangling their legs together, as he adjusted his hands from her waist to curve around her back as she laid her head in the crook of his neck, moving her hand up to rest on his chest. Closing her eyes she sighed contently, the steady beat of his heart coaxing her to sleep, her eyes slowly fluttering shut. Yawning softly, Peter raised a hand to brush back some of the stray strands of hair that had fallen over her face, admiring the exhausted girl, that was enveloped in his arms, slowly closing his eyes as they grew heavier, mind drifting off to sleep.

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[silkholland]

Fanart is truly one of my favorite things to ever exist.

I never had people draw fanart for one of my fics or write something based on it, but I just know that that is such a high honor and show of love. I once had someone ask me if they could translate my fic in Chinese and I was like, wow, they love it enough to want to put time and effort into it to show it to more people.

[silkholland]

Billy Hargrove Dividers

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Dancing Dreams

Peter Parker x f! Reader

Warnings: Angst and Fluff, like combined 💕💕💕 ... I think -- Also light swearing.

Summary: Peter meets (Y/N) on her rooftop after his identity has been revealed to the world.

A/N: This makes me sad, but I was feeling angsty, so I guess here we are. 🥲💕💕 I hope you like it though, and please feel free to leave requests if there's anything you want me to write in particular. 💕💕💕

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The rooftop was dark that night, the soft sounds of the city bounced around, usually they brought her comfort, but today they created a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. The stars glittered in the sky, so far away, so free of care, wishing that she scoop him away from the awful, unappreciative citizens. Felling tears fall down her face, she quickly wiped them away with the back of her palm, thinking about what happened, that afternoon. ———

She felt the edges of her mouth curve upwards into a grin, spotting the contrasting red and blue suit flying and flipping through the air, before landing on the streetlight where she leaned, climbing down to look at her. She could feel his beaming smile through his smile, having memorized the way the skin at the edges of eyes would crinkle as his cheeks rose, tinted a light crimson. Not even panting a little, the lenses of his goggles widened as he gazed at her, “how was that?”. Trying to stifle her smile, she crossed an arm across her chest, resting the other on it, tapping her finger on her chin thoughtfully, “I don’t know”, laughing as he tilted his head slightly, sensing the pout that had formed on his face. Curling her arms around his neck, she pulled him closer her, as he instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist, the sounds of the busy streets and honking cabs faded into background, bringing her lips to his ear, “Well if you really want to know”, she whispered, clutching onto him a little tighter, “Spider-Man has become a lot more impressive now that I know who’s behind the mask”. Chuckling he pulled her closer into a hug , closing the gap between them, allowing her to lay her head in the crook of his neck. After a few second, he pulled away, fixating his gaze on her, admiring the way the cool summer breeze blew her hair around, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him, knowing that wasn’t for the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, instead it was for Peter Parker, Star Wars geek and robotics nerd. Snapping himself out of his daze, he cockily leaned his face inches away from hers, questioning teasingly, “are you ready?”. She giggled softly, “as I’ll ever be”. Copying her laughter, he tightened his grip on waist, making her adjust her hold on his neck, declaring as he raised his arm up to air, “well you better hold on tight”, a white string of web shooting out from his wrist, attaching to one of the glossy, reflective skyscrapers that surrounded them, pulling the the up into the air, her legs reflexively wrapping around his waist securely. He yelled excitedly as they zoomed through the air, adrenaline pumping through his veins, never once loosening his grip on the screaming girl that had tucked her head into his neck, clamping her eyes shut.

“Peter- Peter- don’t let go-“, she mumbled into his neck, clutching him tighter, like an aggressive koala, “Peter please don’t let go-“. He laughed at her reaction, “come on baby, it’s not that bad”, curling their figures so he could do a double flip, shooting another web to catch them as they dropped, as she released another shriek. “Baby you’re gonna love this trick” he yelled, above the drowning noise of the air in their ears, swinging them higher in the air, letting go of her waist, but keeping his grip on her wrist, so that they cut through the air sharply as they fell. “Peter- oh my shit-“, she shrieked, as he grabbed her waist again promptly securing his grip, as she practically clamped herself around his body, making him laugh at her reaction.

After a few more swings, he softly landed on top of a building in the middle of Times Square, (Y/N)‘s legs still wrapped around his figure, head hidden away in his neck, refusing to open her tightly clamped eyes, “no Peter”, she declared, gripping him tighter, “I’m not letting go”. Her statement wasn’t exactly true, seeing as about 15 minutes later, she let her feet touch the hard concrete of the ground, sighing into his ear, “sweet, sweet land”, earning a laugh from him.

Her hands moved down to his back, tugging him closer to her, closing the gap between them, her heart finally calming down, “even though I thought I was gonna die”, she giggled, using a hand to lift the mask up slightly, “it was still pretty cool”. Tilting her head up, faces inches away from each other, lips just about to connect, only to be interrupted by a booming voice surrounding them, turning to face the bright LED screens around them to find that they all lit up with pictures of Peter, not Spider-Man, Peter Parker, recognizing Quentin Becks voice as it blared through the speakers, “Spider-Man’s real name is Peter Parker”. The pair turned to stare at each other in shock, as people started pointing and staring at them from the streets like they were another tourist attraction on display.

——— She sighed softly, leaning her elbows against the brick wall, that stopped people from dropping off the top of the building, throwing her head into her hands, her heart pounding anxiously as she waited for her boyfriend. A few minutes later, she saw a shadowy figure slicing through the air, landing with a thud behind her, spinning around she ran up to him, curling her arms around him tightly, as his did the same around her waist, gripping tightly, wishing she could reverse time for him. She felt her heart ache as the edge of her shirt became wet with his tear, making her pull back slightly so she could take a proper look at him. His eyes were puffy and red-rimmed, wells of large tears at the sides of his eyes, skin stained with them, making her hand reach out to cup his cheek, gently wiping the trails away with her thumb, as he leaned into her touch, searching for that warmth that left his body earlier in the day.

Moving her hand to the nape of his neck, gently tugging at the short strands, moving closer, making the gap between their bodies' disappear, so that he could lean his head on hers, softly asking, "what now?". He sniffled a little, shattering her heart into even smaller pieces, "I- I- I don't know", more tears falling down, reforming the wet lines that had dried earlier, as she found that her cheeks started to become damp too, matching the streams on his skin, his usually light tone, now heavy and unsure, "just- can we-I just want to pretend like this didn't happen". Still holding onto her tightly, trying to ignore the hurtful words plastered everywhere across the city, newspapers, magazines, the Internet, he wished that it was just them, moving his face towards her, connecting their lips, as she answered instantly, kissing back with fervor. Breaking the kiss, as more tears fell, his wide eyes stared at her, "dance with me", he whispered, voice shaking with emotion, "pretend that the world doesn't exist".

Nodding her head, she tenderly tugged his body closer, interlocking her hands behind his neck, so close that they were practically hugging, tucking her head into the crook of his neck, placing a delicate kiss on the exposed skin. He responded by resting his head next to hers, sighing softly at the touch of her lips, closing his eyes as she began to sway their bodies, humming a soft tune, imagining a perfect world, letting the tears flow freely, hoping that the wells would dry up soon. She continued the rhythm that they had created in their steps, gently muttering into his skin, "it'll be ok", repeating the phrase over and over again, like a mantra, hoping that it would make it true, "we'll be alright".

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Stranger Things Dividers Pt. 2

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I’m so happy for Chrissy. Also my heart is breaking for reader and the reminders of her birthday.

I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss | part 16

Warnings: slight angst, fluff, mentions of drugs and alcohol, a painful flashback, mean!Steve

Pairings: Steve Harrington x fem!cheerleader!reader , Steve Harrington x Nancy Wheeler, Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: As you get closer and closer to your birthday, you are taken back to a painful day.

Word count: 6k+

A/N: @mysticmunson & @hellfire--cult thank you for listening to my rambles and helping me with ideas and inspiring me more and more to write this fic 🤍

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In the months after Steve had left you, you had never felt as miserable as you do now, which is surprising, considering how happy you were in the past few weeks before you had gone on that stupid date with Ray. Not only did that night trigger every bad memory, every negative feeling that you have pushed away for months, you had also made it worse by calling him. 

You shouldn’t have called him, you wouldn’t be dealing with all these messed up feelings now if you had just stayed at Rick’s place and waited for Eddie to come back out of the house instead of running off and calling your ex boyfriend.

You shouldn’t have gone to see him on Sunday when you finished your shift at the record store, you should have just gone home but your stupid heart led you there to make it hurt even more when you saw him with her, how gentle he was with her, how happy he looked with her. 

You feel as though you are back to square one. 

Seeing them together shouldn’t be this hurtful, you should be used to it by now but your feelings are just so hard to ignore. Seeing the way he treated her reminded you of the way he never treated you – only in the first few weeks of your relationship was he this gentle and sweet with you.  

When his gentle touches turned into rough ones and the softness in his eyes disappeared, you knew that something had changed, but you were so in love with him, you didn’t care how badly he treated you when he stopped being the Steve you once knew.

You stare at the pages in your book with a blank expression on your face. You are not reading, you are not taking notes, you are not focusing the way you should be. No, your mind is too busy recalling every painful moment that you have had with him. 

Heather puts her notebook down, throwing her pencil on the bed, she lets out a groan as she stretches her arms out. Chrissy glances at her as she tears her eyes away from her book. While you and Heather study for finals, she is catching up on her favorite novel, her finals aren’t until next year as she had to repeat second grade after she had gotten sick and missed too many school days. 

Heather looks at you, a frown appears on her face when she notices the expression on your face. 

“Y/n?”

You blink, furrowing your brows as you look up at your friend, “yeah?”

“Are you okay?”

No. 

You shrug and close your book, “yeah, why?”

Heather isn’t convinced and neither is Chrissy who watches you with worried eyes. She had noticed that something is off with you, after spring break, something had changed and you are now more distant than before and it’s not just that, you are also very quiet. Just like you were after your breakup with Steve. 

“Doesn’t seem like it,” Heather says. 

You feel bad for lying to them, for not telling them things that you would have told them a few months back, but you still aren’t the only one who keeps secrets.

Without thinking, you push your sleeves up, accidentally revealing the fading bruises around your wrists. Heather notices them right away, her eyes widen and a gasp falls from her lips. Chrissy furrows her brows at her friend before she notices what she is looking at, she places the book down and straightens up to see what had shocked her friend so much. 

When you see the confused and shocked look on Chrissy’s face, you realize your mistake and quickly push your sleeves back down, as though it will reverse your mistake. 

“What the fuck?” 

“W-What is that, what happened?” Chrissy asks, worriedly. 

You close your eyes and pinch the bridge of your nose, sighing, you shake your head. 

“Nothing happened,” you mumble and get up from your bed after pushing the books off of your lap. You leave your room, desperately wanting to escape this situation but of course they follow you, calling out your name bewildered. 

“That’s not nothing, y/n!” Heather says angrily as she follows you downstairs.

“I fell,” you mumble, coming up with the weakest lie ever. 

Heather snorts in disbelief, “and I’m supposed to believe that?” She asks, almost yelling. You don’t take her anger to heart, you know that she is worried. 

Chrissy rolls her eyes, “Heather,” she mumbles, trying to calm her down. 

You turn on the lights in the kitchen, blinking rapidly as you feel tears of frustration building up. You try to distract yourself by reaching for the newspaper on the counter, a flyer from some pizza place at the new mall is laying on top of it. 

“A-Are you guys hungry?” You ask, without looking up, “I haven’t eaten all day, I’m starving. We could order a pizza, there’s a new place, Surfer Boy–”

“Y/n,” Chrissy says, quietly as she walks towards you with a look of concern in her eyes. 

“We could order different kinds,” you say, still hoping to be able to change the subject of the conversation despite knowing that it’s a lost cause. 

Heather crosses her arms over her chest, her brows are knitted as she looks you up and down. 

“What happened?” She asks again. 

Chrissy turns around to send her a warning look, shaking her head. 

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“You don’t have to,” Chrissy says as she places her hand on top of yours, trying to give you reassurance. 

You narrow your eyes, trying to hide your tears as you give her a small smile. 

“You always tell us everything, y/n,” Heather says and for the first time you hear sadness in her voice, sadness and concern. “Since when do you keep secrets?”

Her question irritates you and it sparks the anger inside of you. You snap your head up and look at her with raised brows, “I don’t know, you tell me.” 

She looks a little taken aback at your words, surprised even. Though, her eyes flash with guilt. She doesn’t say anything this time, neither does Chrissy and when you look back at her to see her avoiding your eyes, you can’t even help but scoff. 

“What are you guys not telling me?” You finally ask the question that’s been on your mind for months now, “what are you hiding?” 

Chrissy mumbles your name with a pleading voice, her cheeks glow red, she looks embarrassed. 

“You do know that you’re doing the same shit that Steve did to me, right?” 

Heather can’t even look into your eyes anymore, she looks down.

“He did that too, he kept secrets, he didn’t talk to me, he didn’t tell me anything, he kept lying to me a-and then it all got too much and he spilled everything to me the moment he had one too many drinks – is that what it takes for you to be honest with me? D-Drinks? Do you need to get drunk too to tell me that you don’t want to be my friend anymore?” 

Both of them raise their heads to look at you, shocked and confused as though they can’t believe that you would think that of them. 

“What!?” Heather asks, raising her voice, “you think we don’t want to be your friends anymore? What the hell, y/n? You are the one who pushed us away!” 

“Because you are both keeping secrets! You whisper behind my back! You don’t tell me shit anymore! What do you expect me to do? To sit there and wait for you to leave the way everyone else does?” Your voice breaks and once again, your tears spill. You can only huff in annoyance when you feel your wet cheeks, “for fucks sake,” you whisper as you wipe away the tears in anger. 

Chrissy looks down, she had never felt this guilty before. She knows it’s because of her. The secrets and the whispers. It’s her fault that you feel like they don’t want you but she is scared, so scared to lose you if you find out the truth but right here is where she realizes that she will lose you either way. 

Heather’s eyes soften and she looks at you with a frown. 

You step away from Chrissy and turn away from them, you place your hands on the counter and look out the window. 

“We are not leaving you, y/n,” Heather says, walking towards you, “we would never leave you, you’re our best friend.”

You try not to show how bitter you are, how angry and hurt you still are. 

“Doesn’t feel like it, Heather.”

“But she’s right,” Chrissy says with a shaky voice, “we would never leave you.”

You are so sick of the tears, of the pain, of all of this. 

Heather and Chrissy share a look and you watch them with narrowed eyes.

You wipe the fresh tears with your sleeves and turn around, leaning against the counter as you look at the blonde, who stares at you with nothing but fear in her eyes and suddenly, you feel guilty for the outburst you just had.

“I’m sorry,” Heather whispers as she reaches for your hand, “I’m sorry we made you feel that way but you are still our best friend, even when we’re not yours anymore.”

“Yeah, Eddie stole that title,” Chrissy mumbles, rolling her eyes when she says his name. She leans against the counter beside you and looks at you with an apologetic look in her eyes and the guilt. The guilt is not very hard to miss. 

You know that she is hiding something, something that Heather knows about, something that she doesn’t want you to know. It hurts, she used to tell you everything, now Heather is the only one she confides in and as hurtful as it is, you have to respect that. 

“You are still my best friends too,” you murmur and lower your head to hide the pain, “I’m sorry for getting so mad.”

Heather sighs, she rolls her eyes at her own outburst, “I’m sorry too, you don’t have to tell us what happened but just know that we are here for you.”

“Yeah,” Chrissy whispers as she once again reaches for your hand, this time, you squeeze her hand back.

You know that they want to know what happened or better yet, who happened. You don’t want to talk about Ray or the date and the awful things that happened, least of all what happened afterwards when you decided to call him. 

“I went on a date with Ray.” You say after a beat of silence. 

Their eyes widen with both shock and confusion. 

Chrissy opens and closes her mouth, no words come out. 

“Ray Parker?” Heather asks, still confused. She saw you with him, at the bonfire party but she didn’t think anything of it. 

You nod, clenching your jaw. 

“Yeah.” 

You feel a shiver running down your spine when you think about that night. 

“Turned out that he never wanted to go on a date with me, he just wanted to fuck. I-I didn’t want to, I didn’t even want to go on a date with him, I don’t know what I was thinking,” you ramble as you quickly want to close the subject again, “H-He was very persistent and he kept trying but I pushed him away, nothing happened, luckily.”

Chrissy holds her hand in front of her mouth and Heather looks at you in disbelief. 

They see the fear in your eyes and how shaken up you still are.

“What the fuck,” she mumbles, angrily. “He did that to you?” She asks, pointing to your wrists. 

“Yeah but it’s okay, it’s–”

“It’s not okay! I’m gonna cut his dick off!” She says, throwing her hands up, “and his balls too!”

“Count me in,” Chrissy says with an angry frown in her soft features. “I hate men!”

You can’t help but snort as you bury your face in your hands. 

“This is not funny, y/n!” Heather says, nudging your shoulder, “why do you always go for the worst guys?”

“I don’t know,” you mumble. 

Heather is seething and so is Chrissy, that’s why you didn’t want them to know. It’s bad enough that the others know that Eddie and Steve went after him, that they risked getting in trouble with the cops. 

Heather keeps mumbling curse words under her breath, while Chrissy tries to make sure  that you are feeling okay. 

“Do you know where he lives?” Heather asks, “did you go to the cops?”

You shake your head. You don’t want to know where he lives, you don’t want to go to the cops. His wealthy parents won’t let anything happen to their precious son besides, you hope that he learned his lesson after what Eddie and Steve did to him. 

Heather and Chrissy might think that it’s Ray who causes you to feel this way, it’s not. It’s Steve, it’s always Steve who is on your mind. It's him who is making you feel like you are not okay because he is once again, haunting you in your memories, in your dreams, in everything. 

He is haunting you.

Heather keeps asking questions and it’s starting to make you feel sick. 

You close your eyes when you suddenly feel lightheaded, you pinch the bridge of your nose and take deep breaths. 

“Can we please just not talk about this?” You ask, interrupting Heather’s ramble, “I-I don’t want to think about it anymore. Besides, it’s been taken care of,” you mumble the last part. 

“Wait what?” 

“What do you mean?” Chrissy asks, “what’s been taken care of?”

“Eddie and Steve, t-they went after him.”

Chrissy stares with wide eyes and Heather looks at you, confused. 

“I’m sorry, did you just say Eddie and Steve?” 

You nod. 

“I’ll tell you everything but can we first order some food?” 

Chrissy notices the pale look on your face, the shakiness in your hands, the tired look in your eyes. She knows. Her eyes meet Heather’s, she nudges her head, raising her brows.

“Yes, of course,” Heather says, reaching for the flyer you looked at earlier, “let me guess, you want pineapple pizza.”

“No way,” you snort, “I only eat it when I’m high.”

“Which happens like three times a week nowadays,” Chrissy jokes. 

“What can I say, my weed man is really good.”

Heather laughs, “a very bad influence,” she points out with a smile on her face, “I’ll go order the pizza,” she says before she walks out of the kitchen. 

You clear your throat and turn to Chrissy, who is already watching you. There is still concern in her eyes and you desperately want her to stop worrying. 

“Chris,” you mumble as you grip her hand tighter, “don’t worry about me.”

She frowns at your words, how can she not worry about you? 

“You thought that we don’t want to be your friends anymore.”

“It’s okay, it was a misunderstanding–”

“I will– we will always want you to be our friend,” she says, “it’s always been the three of us, y/n.”

You smile, sadly. 

“A-And, I just want you to know that it’s not about our friendship with you or anything.”

“What do you mean?”

She swallows nervously and she runs her fingers through her blonde hair, looking at anything but you, she blushes and it makes you wonder. 

“I-I just, Heather isn’t hiding anything from you. T-There’s something that I can’t tell you yet but I will,” she says, looking at the floor, “when I’m ready, okay?”

She is scared of losing you, scared of pushing you away with whatever she is dealing with. 

You nod, “of course.”

You are worried about her, about what she’s keeping from you, about what she is so nervous about. You take both of her hands in yours and step closer to her. 

“Hey,” you whisper, “can you look at me?”

She raises her head a little, looking at you through her bangs. 

“Whatever it is, you can tell me, you don’t have to be scared,” you say, rubbing your circles on her skin, “I’m here and I’ll always be here, no matter what, okay?”

She nods, a smile tugs at her lips. 

“I didn’t mean to get so angry, I’m sorry.”

“No,” she shakes her head, “I understand it.” 

“But we’re okay, right?” You ask. 

She nods, eyeing your face with a sad look in her eyes, “of course, we’re okay.”

“Good.”

“Good,” she repeats your words with a smile. 

“Hey guys, some guy named Argyle was on the phone! Never heard that name before,” Heather says, laughing from the living room, “he sounded cute.”

You and Chrissy look at each other with furrowed brows before you burst into giggles. 

-

The bruises have faded away, your skin looks healed again, you can finally wear skirts and t-shirts after weeks of hiding in sweaters and jeans. The weather is warm, the sun is shining and the flowers adorn the pretty fields of Hawkins, finally. It’s nearing the end of April and you’re getting closer and closer to exams and the final day of school. You can’t wait to get out of here. 

You are staring out the window, watching the white clouds move in the blue sky, you drown out the voices in the classroom, the laughter of Tommy and Carol as they gossip, as always. 

The past few weeks haven’t been easy on you, you have been trying to avoid him but everywhere you go, you see him, it reminds you of the way things were after he dumped you. Only this time, he tries, he really tries to sneak his way back into your life, you don’t let him – you want to but you don’t let him. Yet, you can’t help but love every little moment you have with him – passing by him in the hallway, seeing the way his eyes light up when you flash him a small smile, you don’t let it confuse you but, you can’t stop the fluttering in your stomach either.

You will forever regret the date and the call. That night changed everything. You were okay, you were okay without him. You were sure that you had moved on. You were sure that you did not want him anymore. You were so damn sure. Yet, here you are, unable to stop thinking about Steve Harrington.

Someone places their books on the table, picking the seat next to you. You don’t turn around to face whoever it is, not caring. But, when you smell his cologne, you tense up and your heart skips, you don’t need to look at him to have all these feelings rushing through you. 

You look away from the window, you lean back and finally turn to look at him. He looks good, the way he always does. He is wearing a black sweater, his sleeves are pulled up, you notice a silver bracelet around his wrist, you haven’t seen before. His knuckles are healed, no bruises litter his skin any longer but there’s a scar that hasn’t been there before. You wonder what he told her when he sported the bruises on his knuckles and on his temple. 

He doesn’t say anything, he just flashes you a small smile and looks away when the teacher walks in. 

Why does he sit here? Why next to you?

You force yourself to look away too. You hate the beating of your heart. You hate the way you feel when you smell his cologne, the stupid smell of Farrah Fawcett spray, you hate the way it feels to be so close to him. 

You try to focus on class, you try to write down notes, you try to think about anything but him beside you. 

Steve has other plans though when he slides his notebook over to you after scribbling something on the blank page. 

You turn to look at him with a questioning gaze but he is not looking at you, he is looking at the blackboard, pretending to listen to Mrs Jones.

You look down at the notebook. 

‘Hi’. He wrote with a smile next to it. 

You can’t help but snort quietly. 

He smiles to himself, narrowing his eyes to look at you. 

You take your pen, shaking your head as you write a ‘hey’ before you slide it back to him. 

He glances at the teacher before he begins writing. Mrs Jones isn’t paying attention to you, the elderly woman is too busy writing on the blackboard as she taps her heel against the ground. 

You bounce your knee, pressing your lips together as you look at anything but him. You dig your nails into your palms as you wait in anticipation. When he slides the notebook back to you, you glance at him for a moment before you look down. 

‘How are you?’

You wonder if it is a conversation starter or a genuine question but, when you find him looking at you with a soft eyes, you have your answer. 

‘I’m good, you?’

Steve knows it is a lie.

‘I’m okay. Can you believe that we’re graduating soon?’

You smile at him and shake your head.

‘No. Are you still becoming a basketball star?’ You write down. 

You watch the way he shakes his head with a blush on his cheeks. He leans down, putting his hand on the table as he writes. 

'Not good enough to be a basketball star.’

You raise your brows in question, pressing your lips together. 

What happened to his confidence? You wonder. 

‘You were always good enough, Steve.’

Steve stares at your words for a long moment, his brows knit together and for a second, he lets the sadness take over. He never felt good enough. 

‘Not for this. Are you still becoming a stripper?’ 

When you read the question, a giggle bursts from your lips before you can stop it. You always used to joke about it, telling him that you would become the best stripper in town. 

There is not a single strip club in Hawkins. 

You clasp your hand over your mouth and your eyes widen when you realize how loud your giggle was. Everyone is now looking at you. 

Steve presses his lips together, trying not to laugh. 

“Is there anything you want to share with the class?” Mrs Jones asks, raising her brows at you as she stands there with her hand on her hip.

You shake your head.

Steve snorts a little when he glances at you, you are staring wide eyed at the teacher with  a blush on your cheeks. Cute.

You kick his foot under the table and he has to hide his face behind his head when he laughs quietly. 

“Pay attention!” Mrs Jones says, pointing at you with her finger. 

You nod, “yes ma’am.”

She glares at you before she turns away. 

“Asshole,” you whisper to Steve before you reach for your pen again, ignoring the prying eyes of some of the cheerleaders and of course, Tommy and Carol, you don’t have to turn around to know that they are staring. 

‘No, I want to be a groupie now.’

Steve shakes his head, of course, you would say that. 

He changes the topic, though it’s a mistake, a very big mistake. 

Steve doesn’t know that you are haunted by memories of him. 

Your birthday is soon, any plans?’

You are already struggling. Why did he have to bring this up? Why did he have to remind you of your last birthday? Why? 

You stare at the words on the paper for what feels like forever. You hate your birthday, especially the last birthday. 

You remember the way you felt that day, you remember the way you waited for him, thinking that he would surprise you. You didn’t want a party, you didn’t even want a cake but Heather and Chrissy had still made one for you, they spent the afternoon with you, they gave you presents, ate cake with you and offered to take you out to dinner but you said no, because you knew that he would take you out for dinner and surprise you with the locket you have told him so many times about. The locket you had seen when you passed by the little jewelry store, he was with you, he saw the way your eyes lit up when you laid eyes on it for the first time, he knew you wanted it and you thought, you really thought that he would get you the necklace. You could have bought it yourself with the credit card your dad gave you before he left but you wanted it to be something special. 

Steve did not take you out for dinner that night, in fact, he didn’t spend the night with you, at all. 

You want to cry just thinking about it. 

You waited and waited, you sat by your window and looked out, waiting for him to finally arrive. You put on the pretty sundress that you had bought when you went shopping with Chrissy. You did your makeup and your hair the way he always liked it. 

With your hands in your lap and excitement still lingering on your face, you waited. 

Your eyes lit up when you saw his car pulling up to your driveway, you jumped up and rushed over to the mirror, taking one last look at yourself before you rushed down the stairs with a smile on your face. 

You opened the door just as he was about to unlock it with the keys you gave him. 

“Hi!” You said, unable to fight the smile off your face. 

Steve was holding a small box in his hands, you thought you knew what was in there.

“Hey babe,” he said but his voice did not match your excitement. 

He walked in and closed the door, handing you the box. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, “happy birthday,” he said with a smile that could only be described as forced. 

Your own smile began to fade a little when you noticed the disinterested look on his face, you looked down at the little box. Did he give you what you wished for? You had wondered.

“What took you so long?” You asked as you looked at the clock, it was 7pm. “I’ve been waiting for you, Stevie.”

“I was getting ready for the party.”

You furrowed your brows and looked at him in confusion as you could already feel your heart dropping. 

“What party?” You mumbled, “I-I told you that I don’t want–”

“No, I know.” He said, “I know you didn’t want to throw a party, I mean Tina’s party.”

You couldn’t believe him. He knew, he knew you did not want that. He knew you wanted to spend the night alone, with him. 

“I-I thought we could do something else, it’s my birthday, Steve.”

He sighed, rolling his eyes as he ran his fingers through his hair.

“Yeah, happy birthday,” he said with fake enthusiasm in his voice, “now let’s go celebrate it.”

Your shoulders slumped, you opened your mouth to speak but quickly closed it again. You stared at him in disbelief as your eyes began to well up with tears. 

“But, I thought we could go out for dinner.”

He scrunched his face up, snorting, “what are we forty?” He said, “come on, get your stuff, we’re leaving.”

“No,” you said, shaking your head as you looked at him with sad eyes and a pout that always pulled at your lips, naturally.

He huffed. 

“Man, don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” You said with a small voice, frowning. 

“Like that,” he mumbled, pointing at your frown, “that’s fucked up.”

You wanted to cry, you wanted to run upstairs and crawl under the sheets, you wanted to escape this. 

“W-Well, you can go to that stupid party. I’m not going.” You pushed the box back in his hands and brushed past him, walking up the stairs as you began to remove the clips in your hair. 

“Babe!” He groaned. 

“You can go, Steve. I’m not feeling well anyways,” you lied and continued your way up the stairs, still hoping that he would follow you, that he would change his mind and apologize, that he would take you in his arms and kiss you, that he would take you out to dinner, that he would kiss you under the stars and put the necklace around your neck but he never did. 

Just as you walked into your room, you heard the front door shutting and his car starting just moments later. 

Despite how he had acted before, you didn’t expect him to leave, but he did. He left and you spent the evening alone with a bottle of Whiskey your dad left behind, you drank and you cried, missing the boy who used to protect you, who used to love you. You stayed in your dress and listened to David Bowie and then, four hours later, he came back but you wish he never did.

The memory of that night still hurts, it all hurts. 

‘No, you know I don’t celebrate my birthday.’ You write down in bitterness. 

Steve looks guilty, he feels awful for what he did on your last birthday. If he could turn back time and change it, he would. 

You can’t help but look at him, and you see it, you see the guilt and the sadness and the anger he feels for himself but it does nothing to ease your pain. It still hurts so much. 

‘Can I come over, the night before?’ 

It’s a tradition you have had since you were children. He would always sneak into your room and give you his presents at midnight. He didn’t do it last year. Why now? You are no longer friends, you are no longer a couple, you are not even acquaintances at this point. 

Are you a fool for saying ‘yes’? Maybe. Do you care? No. Apparently, he still has you wrapped around his finger. 

He smiles at you and closes the notebook when the bell rings. You wonder if he will throw the page away or if he will keep it. You would. You hate how giddy he still makes you feel, you hate the butterflies that still flutter in your stomach, why won’t they die? 

You leave the classroom together but neither of you say anything, you just glance at each other before you go separate ways, he flashes you one last smile – his is certainly much brighter than yours, yours is still etched with pain. 

You make your way towards your locker to retrieve your backpack and your jacket. Out of the corner of your eye, you see someone moving towards you and when you turn your head, you see that it’s Chrissy. 

A smile tugs at your lips. 

She looks determined, her eyes are set on you, she isn’t smiling and as she gets closer, you notice how nervous she looks. 

“Hi.”

“Hey,” you smile, “what’s up?” You ask, curiously when she still refuses to smile. 

Her hands are pressed together and she looks at you with uncertainty in her eyes. She fidgets with her shaky hands. 

“I-I’m ready to talk.” 

You did not expect to hear that from her. It’s been weeks since she admitted to keeping something from you and not once did you pressure her to talk, you did try to reassure her that nothing could drive you away from her but she still needed time. 

“You are?” You ask, looking around the crowded hallways. 

She nods, licking her lips as she stares at you. 

“Yes.”

“Okay, let’s get out of here.” You reach for your backpack and pull the strap over your shoulder before you reach for her hand, “come on.”

You can feel how nervous she is, how clammy her hand is, how shaky it is as she grips yours tightly. It makes you a little anxious. What could possibly make her this nervous? 

You leave the school and walk towards your car. 

“Do you wanna go to my place?” You ask. 

She shakes her head, looking down as she lets go of your hand to walk to the passenger side. 

“Okay, uh, the lookout?” You ask. 

“Y-Yeah.”

You nod and unlock your car, you throw your backpack in the backseat and reach for the sunglasses in your glove compartment. You glance at her, noticing how nervous she still is as she bounces her knee. 

“Chris, don’t be so nervous,” you say, trying to reassure her, “if you wanna talk about your position on the cheer squad, you can absolutely have my spot as the captain,” you joke but she doesn’t laugh, she only cracks a small smile. 

You figure that nothing you will say will make her any less nervous, the only thing that will help is talk about whatever is laying heavy on her heart. So, you start the car and you turn on some music, hoping that it will calm her down. You drive to the lookout, you always used to go together. Back when you had only gotten your driver license, you, Chrissy and Heather would always come up here and have a little picnic, you would take pictures of each other with your dad’s polaroid camera. 

You miss those days. The simpler days. 

You both get out and sit on the hood of your car, looking down at the small town you live in. From up here, it looks so much smaller than it actually is. 

“I– I don’t know how to tell you,” she starts after a long few minutes of silence.

“What are you afraid of?” You ask as your take your hand in yours.

She blinks. The wind blows through her hair and she looks down to avoid your eyes. 

“That you won’t be my friend anymore.”

“Chrissy,” you whisper, holding her hand tighter, “we’ve been friends since we were little kids, what makes you think that I’d stop being your friend?”

She shrugs. 

“You and I, we're best friends for the rest of our lives.” 

She rolls her eyes, “except you got Eddie now.”

“Eddie isn’t a girl though, I still need my girl best friends – hey, are you jealous of Eddie, is that it?” You chuckle.

Her eyes widen and she tenses up, looking like a deer caught in headlights. Her cheeks take the color of your red skirt and your smile falls as you stare at her reaction in surprise. 

“I-I, no! I’m not–” She stutters and her voice gets high pitched. 

“Wait, y-you don’t like Eddie do you?” You frown. 

She almost looks taken aback by your question and she draws back, scrunching her face up as she shakes her head, “what!? No!”

Your shoulders slump in relief. 

Her reaction is almost comical, if the circumstances were different, you would probably laugh at the twisted mouth and the disapproving look in her eyes. 

“I don’t like him,” she says, shaking her head, “I don’t like people like him.” 

“Oh,” you frown. Is that it? Is that what she is keeping from you? She doesn’t like Eddie? She doesn’t like your best friend? She doesn’t like his reputation and your reputation?

“N-No!” She huffs, rolling her eyes at her choice of words, “I don’t mean it like that, I don’t mean him in general, I-I mean – fuck.” Her shoulders slump and she closes her eyes when she feels the tears welling up. “I don’t like men – I don’t, I’m not into them! I like girls,” she says, quietly. 

Oh. 

Your lips part in surprise and your eyes widen but you finally relax and the tension in your body leaves. You were so worried about all the possibilities of what she could be hiding from you, out of all of them, you did not expect this. 

She is shaking even more now and you hold her hand tighter in response. 

“Chrissy,” you whisper and scoot closer to her. 

When she hears your soft voice and feels your even softer touch, she manages to open her eyes again and looks at you through her tears. 

“You scared me to death!” You mumble before you pull her into a hug, squeezing her tightly. “I thought you were hiding something bad!” 

You hear her sniffle first and then her sigh of relief as she melts into your touch and hugs you back. 

“I-I, you’re not, you don’t think it’s weird?” 

You scrunch your face up and frown, “why would I think that it’s weird?” You mumble, still hugging her. 

“‘Cause some people think it’s weird.”

“Fuck them,” you whisper, rubbing her back and squeezing her tightly before you pull away from her. You look at her soft features and smile, “I’m sorry you were so scared to tell me but I hope you know that I would never judge you, you’re my best friend and I’m proud of you.”

Her eyes light up and she smiles, “you are?”

“Yeah,” you whisper, smiling. 

She presses her hand to her chest as she sighs in relief again, closing her eyes.

“So, who’s the lucky girl?”

And just like that, her smile fades away again and she looks at you with the same sad eyes you saw one too many times already. This time, it doesn’t take you long to put two and two together, the signs were always there but as always, you were too blind to see them, just like you had been blind to so many other things in your life. 

She was always protective of you, more so than Heather was. She was always a little giddy around you, nervous and shy. She was always more affectionate with you than anyone else. 

And then you remember Carol’s words, what she said – or tried to say about Chrissy before Heather intervened. 

God, you feel like a fool. 

Life passes by you and you don’t even notice. Where is your mind at all the time?

Chrissy’s eyes are filled with sadness and the same fear as before, she doesn’t need to say it out loud for you to know. The look on her face confirms it all. 

“Oh Chrissy.”

“I-It’s okay, y/n,” she whispers, “please don’t pity me, it’s just, it will pass.”

You tilt your head, you can’t help but look at her with the same look that lingers in her eyes. 

“I’m sorry,” you whisper and look down at her hand. 

“No, I’ll be fine, really,” she says, “just promise me that nothing will change?”

Your chest aches and it hurts to know that she is hurting because of you. 

“Because that’s all that matters to me, that you are still my friend.”

“I am,” you reassure her again, “I promise.”

She nods at you, not letting her tears spill. She smiles at you again before she scoots closer to you. 

“Thank you.” 

You shake your head and wrap your arm around her shoulder as she leans her head on your shoulder. 

“No, thank you for trusting me,” you whisper, “and for everything.”

She smiles up at you when you fix the green bow in her hair and run your fingers through her ponytail.

As the silence takes over and you both listen to birds chirping and the wind that rustles the leaves on the trees, you hold onto each other a little more tightly when she finally relaxes, knowing that she will always have you, no matter what. 

And you feel the tension leaving when you realize that you had nothing to fear when it came to her and Heather. 

“Hey, you know what?” 

“Hmm?”

“I saw Heather making out with Billy in his car.”

“No way!” You gasp, laughing. 

“Yeah! And then she acted like nothing happened!” 

You giggle, cupping your hand over your mouth.

“Apparently they were high. She bought weed from that pizza guy.”

“What was his name again?” You ask, laughing. 

“Uh, something weird–” she mumbles with a concentrated look on her face. 

“Ar– Argyle!” You exclaim. 

“Yes, Argyle!” 

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