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love-toxin · 1 year

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Okay but miscommunication trope is only super yummy when there’s a happy ending. Liiiike reader thinking they’re getting kicked out of their relationship in the fruity four, they’re not wanted anymore, maybe even bring replaced (ie with someone like Chrissy), and so every little sarcastic quip or ignoring is seen by them as the others not loving them anymore 🥺. Until one day it all comes crumbling down and I can’t decide with is more angsty, you breaking down telling the others they don’t love you anymore, or you trying to be brave by announcing you’re leaving and the fours hearts just dropping as they try to scramble to convince you to stay and why?! Why are you leaving!?!?! Please! But of course, happy ending when everything’s properly explained and angel is reassured they could never all fall out of love with them ❤️

oh.......miscommunication trope, you say? >:)

(cws: fruity four, gn!angelface, jealousy, post-s4, PTSD, huge miscommunication trope, domestic arguing, you have a tattoo + kinda shitty parents + bad home life, chrissy's a jealousy target, breakups, jopper appearance, you're childhood friends with jonathan, mentions of grief, an almost car crash, very mild head trauma, crying, angst with a happy ending--stick with me angels!)

Sometimes you wish Chrissy would just disappear. Just--poof--and she'd be gone.

It's awful of you to think, but you can't help it. She's just always around, ever since her breakup with Jason she's been by the house much more frequently. You were happy for her at first, because you liked her up until then, and she's always been nice to you. Plus, your partners saved her life back when all that crazy stuff with the Upside Down happened, an event you weren't privy to until after the fact, when you started dating them.

But she's always on Eddie, always chatting him up, always giggling at his attempts to cheer her up, and now she's attracted the attention of your other partners too. They're good friends, and that's good, but....why can you not shake this feeling that there's something more going on? That the arm touches over his jacket and the inside jokes aren't as friendly and harmless as they want you to think?

It's worse than that, though. The honeymoon phase is clearly over--cause all four of them just brush off your concerns, insisting that you're overreacting or just not addressing them at all. So you haven't been piping up when a joke hurts your feelings, and you've bitten your tongue when one of them has to reschedule something you've planned, and it's gotten to the point that they've wondered why you're so quiet all of a sudden. Why would they care? You think with a sour feeling in the back of your throat, rubbing the tattoo on your arm that Eddie gave you and wondering if that was just practice for someone else. You're not oblivious to the way Chrissy is slowly being invited into gatherings and dinners with everyone.....just like you were in the beginning. And after an especially heated fight with both Eddie and Robin, the worst one you've ever gotten into in your entire relationship, he got so pissed off that he just told you not to come to the dinner they had planned, and they'd take someone who actually wanted to go.

That was a couple days ago, and the air in the house has been strained for nobody else but you. You're equally as hurt by Eddie yelling at you as Robin silently going along with it, even though you slammed your bedroom door in her face when she tried to follow you, and waited until Eddie tugged her along to leave before you allowed yourself to cry. You're sick of the feeling that none of them really care for you, that you've been demoted to a piece of furniture in the house, because they've clearly lost interest. And they don't care when your things start disappearing from the house, when the clothes in your closet start dwindling, leaving behind nothing but the ones they've bought for you--no, they'd rather moon over Chrissy fucking Cunningham, and you've just taken all you think your heart can handle.

"I'm going out!" You call into the house from the front door, without any of their four voices responding. When you sigh, turn, and step out to turn the corner of the house, though, you bump right into one of them.

"Oh! Hey, baby." Steve steps back and readjusts the paper bag full of groceries he's got his arm around, keys halfway tucked into his pocket. "Where you off to?"

"Um....just, uh, gonna go visit my parents." You weren't really expecting him to pry, with how in your head you've been lately. But you're not gonna relent just cause one of the people who promised he'd love you forever, yet somehow can't be fucked enough to find the time to even watch a movie with you, asked you a question that remotely shows an ounce of concern.

"Your parents?" He blinks, shifting again to rest the bag on his hip. "You sure?"

That tone is so irritating. You used to love that almost parental sense of duty, the desire of his to know every detail of every problem so he can solve it. But now, you just feel suffocated, even though you're more distant from all of them now than you've ever been. "What, I'm not allowed to see my family?"

"Hey, that's not what I said! hold on," He moves to put the groceries inside, but you wave him off and start walking past him, your tone clearly frustrated as you encourage him to just forget it. But, in a tizzy, Steve hurriedly sets the bag down on the ground and runs to catch up with you, his hand descending on your arm only to be swatted away--but not for long, when he grabs it again and grips it tighter as he turns you to face him. "Jesus, wait! What's the big fuss? Did I do something?"

"Let me go, Steve." You refuse to look him in the eyes, but you can't break his grip. Why can't he just let it go, so it's less painful? "I don't wanna drag this out."

"Drag what out?" Finally, it dawns on him as his eyes dart from the keys clenched in your hand to the windows of your car parked in the driveway, boxes clearly piled up in the trunk and in the backseat that none of them seemed to notice you moving.

".....So that's it? You're breaking up with us?" Steve says it with disbelief, like he's expecting you to say something or anything different. It's almost a little satisfying when you respond in the way he never could have expected, even though he should've by now. Even though it feels bitter on your tongue as soon as it comes up.

"You know what? Yes. That's exactly it." You finally wrench your arm out of his grip, and each of those words sting as they come out, but you won't cry, you refuse to cry in front of Steve today. "I'm leaving tonight, and I'm never coming back to Hawkins again."

"Why?"

"Ask your new girlfriend."

"Who? Wait--Chrissy?" He shakes his head, and what comes out next is more cruel than you wanted to be--but he just won't get it, it won't happen unless you make them realize why they don't want you anymore.

"Wow, the jock has a brain! Well done, Stevie." He grimaces at once, and god, you wish it would all stuff itself back into your throat.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you being such a-"

"I know you're in love with her, Steve! For fuck's sakes, I'm not as stupid as you think I am!" You shout into the broken silence of the front lawn, wishing from the deepest reaches of your heart that this could all just be a horrible nightmare. Not reality. You don't want to be facing those big, soft eyes of Steve staring back at you in shock and pain, so you just turn your head and hope he doesn't see how much you're shaking.

"I get it, okay?! She's prettier than me, and nicer, and she doesn't have my fucking issues--and you guys clearly like her. It's like I don't even exist when she's around." You move aside to gesture towards your car, keys clutched in your hand so they won't fall or get taken from you, because you know Steve is reckless when he's upset. "None of you even noticed I was packing. Nancy fucking helped me put a box in yesterday."

Just then, both your heads turn at the sound of a car approaching--and just in time, you realize it's Eddie, his van's tires crunching the gravel of the long driveway as he pulls up to a stop beside your car. And lo and behold, sitting in the front seat with a smile on her face is her. Chrissy waves to you through the window, and as if your heart isn't in the process of shattering into shards that dig into your lungs, you raise your hand to acknowledge her back. You turn back to look at Steve one last time. Memorizing his face, because you know you won't ever see him again, as you take a few steps backward and hand him your parting words.

"Don't break her heart, Steve. It sucks."

With that, and with nothing but confliction reflecting back at you on his face, you turn on your heels and make your way around your car, bidding Eddie and Chrissy a stiff goodbye as they get out of the van and you get into your car. You reverse, roll back out of the driveway, and shift gears to start puttering down the road. And as soon as the house is out of your rearview mirror, that's when you feel those tears spilling out that won't stop until well after you pass the Leaving Hawkins sign on the side of the road.

A week into your new start in the city, you haven't gotten any more closure than when you left.

Living with your aunt isn't great, but it's something. The apartment is small, and you still haven't found a new job--you did call the Palace to inform them that you were quitting, though, to which you were greeted with nothing but indifference as you left a message on the answering machine. Figures that nobody in that town would miss me, you think, but you can't dwell on it for too long, because then you'll start thinking of them and it'll have you sobbing into your pillow again. Even worse is that you can't even fully express your pain to your family, your aunt, anybody--because they'll all think you're a freak, and it won't be surprising that your "relationship" ended so badly. You don't even really speak to your parents or your family in the first place, so you can't expect them to show you any sympathy. In fact, if they said anything to you, it would probably be that you should be glad it's over so you can live a normal life.

You don't want normal. You want your Robin talking your ear off about something gross for hours, you want Eddie burping into your ear and laughing, you want Nancy falling asleep on top of you and drooling on your chest, and Steve--you want Steve to come over while you're both on your breaks, talking with his mouth full and stealing bits of your lunch while kissing you in between each bite. You want that love back, you want it so badly it hurts, it hurts your heart every time something reminds you of them.

Maybe that's the worst part. That they don't want that anymore, they want someone that can share those memories with of that terrible tragedy, who knows how they feel and relates to those nightmares that wake them up in a cold sweat, who they can compare scars with and laugh with now that it's all over. They want someone scarred but beautiful, someone perfect, and you can never be that way no matter how hard you try. It explains why you haven't gotten a single phone call, or a letter, or anything since you left, and that treatment extends into your second week in Indy and right into the third. But it doesn't get any less painful, even when you get a job at a convenience store around the corner to busy yourself and help with the rent. Nor when you try going on a date or two, just to spend the whole dinner staring off into space as they talk and wondering what the people you loved are doing right now.

While you're behind the counter at work, your thoughts often drift back to that house by Maple Drive. The path around the back that leads into the woods, where Eddie would take you out for a smoke and to watch the stars for awhile--always with a walkie on hand, just in case, as Steve used to say. The pool that often sits empty, and sometimes you'd look out the window to see Nancy lifting up the cover on it to peek underneath, before breathing a visible sigh of relief and briskly walking away. Sometimes even in the middle of the night, creeping out the sliding glass door in her pajamas. And you remember that bed you often shared with Robin, who gets so clingy when she sleeps....and you wonder if she's sharing it with Chrissy now, if the cheerleader you always thought was such a nice girl is occupying the spot you thought would be yours forever.

Your brow furrows as you stock Camels on the shelf behind the counter, sliding each one into the perfect spot but feeling an itch of irritation when they don't line up. Is Eddie holding her right now? Is he coming up behind her every morning, and nuzzling his nose into her cheek as she stirs milk into her coffee? Is Nancy cuddling her and chatting her up about whatever project she has going on right now? Is Steve picking up her bag, and insisting she let her boyfriend hold the heavy stuff while she sits and looks pretty? They probably are. And they're probably much happier doing it with her, than they ever were with you.

Something thuds on the counter behind you, and you sigh without a sound as the gruff voice at your back asks for a pack while you're at it. Your fist squeezes around the box you've got in hand, and when you turn on your heels to toss it on to the tabletop and reach for the scanner, your eyes widen, and so do the ones on the moustached man that's towering in front of you with a petite woman at his side.

"Hop?"

You breathe out the name, trying to regain yourself as quick as you can--you're pretty used to keeping your tears back now, adjusted to having a straight face so nobody will pry or prod for your feelings. The former sheriff of your hometown that you used to duck out of sight from, laughing and hiding your goods with Eddie right behind you, is standing at your counter with a shocked expression, along with Joyce Byers who seems just as surprised to see you here. And with little else you can think of, you clear your throat and try to crack that tense silence.

"Uh...so, you two on vacation, or someth-"

"Are you fucking with me?"

Hopper cuts you off, hands bracing the edge of the counter as he looks you up and down, the two glass bottles of Coke getting shoved aside by him to fall over and roll across the counter as he reaches across the barrier to grab your arm. Without much struggle, because you have no clue what's going on, you allow the older man to yank your wrist up and turn it over, Joyce hurriedly pushing up your sleeve with her gaze pinned to your skin, like she's desperately searching for something that has nothing to do with your confused questions spilling out on top of each other.

When they've finally uncovered that patch of skin they were looking for, the two of them share a look between themselves, before finally looking back up to acknowledge how baffled and worried you are. It isn't until you scan down to see what they found that the pieces start coming together, the black ink of the tattoo Eddie gave you when you first started dating peeking out at you. It's just a thin, mid-sized black circle on your inner forearm, with five points reaching outward like a sun. But the detail of it has always enchanted you, Eddie's diligent stare as he inked it into your skin burned into your mind. You've considered getting it covered since then, but....you can't bring yourself to do it yet.

"I'll call it in," Hopper says cryptically, stepping back and turning away to bring out the walkie from his belt and start mumbling into it. In the meanwhile, you're left with his partner, and the lady you've practically grown up with since she babysat you a long time ago. You often forget that time, when you and Jonathan would run around her backyard with sticks and rocks to try and build your own castle, while his baby brother watched from the stairs and giggled at your antics. You were so young, and so carefree, it seemed....but it was a happy time, one of few before you met those four.

"Honey, you're alright?" Joyce's voice quivers, anxious for the answer, but you nod as soon as her question registers because you hate to see her like this.

"Ye...Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" She circles round the counter, coming right in for a hug that you return without question. The squeeze is tight, like a mother's embrace upon returning home from a long time away, and you instantly feel a pinch of guilt for neglecting to include her in your plan to leave Hawkins. Now that you think about it, you really didn't tell anyone, except....

"-Kid, relax, we're coming there. No, do not get in your car, sit your ass down so you're there when we get back! Jesus," Hop gets more animated as he talks over the channel, and your hug splits as your head swivels towards the sound of a familiar voice through the static. Steve.

"Are they there? Let me talk to them! Please, Hopper, let me hear their voice-"

It's so frantic, desperate. The first time you've heard one of their voices in what feels like your whole life, and you have to struggle not to cave, bringing a shaky hand up over your mouth as you whisper a "What's going on?" to Joyce. And with your ears perked up, you can distinguish the background noise in the transmission--there are three other distinct voices, talking just as fearfully amongst themselves as they also try to get through to Hop. Nancy, Eddie, and Robin, each with as much indignation as Steve, who must be holding the other walkie.

"We're coming down right now, kid. Just try to calm down in the meantime." With that, Hopper shuts the antenna and gestures for you to follow him, the sweet woman at your side holding your arm as you obey him, like she's afraid you'll vanish if she lets go. You're led out of the light of the fluorescent bulbs overhead to Hop's truck parked by the curb--you at least have the sense to fumble with your keys and lock the front door before you leave--you let him open the door and sit yourself in the backseat, and shakily buckle yourself in as they get in front with promises to explain everything. Still struck dumb with shock to the point that it hasn't really registered that you just left work in the middle of your shift.

But you get an idea of what's happening when you turn your head, and catch a glimpse of a scattered stack of papers on the seat beside you out of your peripheral. Tentatively, as Hop starts up the ignition, your fingers brush over one of the nearest pages--and when you lift it up to survey it closer, the two of them notice you and share another sobering look between them. What's staring back at you is undeniably, unmistakably, a missing person's ad. And the picture is one you recognize immediately, because it's yours. Your photo, details of your last sighting, a description of your tattoo, a list of things for people to look out for....

"You really worried everyone back home, kid."

Suddenly, a bitterness rises up inside you, and the paper crumples slightly as you realize what's really happening. "I'm fine. I just...decided to get out of Hawkins."

"Yeah, well, maybe tell your roommates that, first."

"Hop-"

"They didn't care! I told Steve anyways, so what's the big fucking deal?" Even though Joyce flinches at you raising your voice, you can't be quiet right now. Anger is something you've been almost too numb to endure these last few weeks, but now you could just put your fist straight through Hopper's window--they put up such a fuss for what? To drag you back to that shitty inbred town in the sticks, just to make sure they didn't want you in the first place? It's bullshit.

"They sure as shit care!" Hop shouts right back, casting his signature scowl over his shoulder as he drives through semi-empty streets. It's so late, and so dark, it's unlikely there'll even be many pedestrians. "Do you realize how many times Nancy Wheeler has shown up on my doorstep, begging me to go on another search and rescue for you?! They're worried sick!"

"Why?"

There's silence for awhile, very tense silence, before you repeat your question that says much more than just that one word.

"....Because they thought you were gone. They thought you were there."

There. That's what he means--the other world, the Upside Down. The place you've never seen, only heard horror stories about and snatches of descriptions of when you comforted one of them during a night terror. The missing people, the murders, the experiments....they're all so hard to believe, but then again, you can't deny Will's remarkable return from the dead or Barbara Holland's coverup death, both of which you've been close enough to to know that there's no way they're just elaborate lies.

So they were worried you had died. That your disappearance wasn't of your own volition. They're going to be in for an unfortunate surprise, but by the tightly shut locks on Hopper's truck doors, you know there's no getting out of this until he brings you right back to drop you in their laps.

"We came here to look for you. Your mom finally told us you had an aunt in the city." Joyce offers you another piece to the puzzle, but your mind is still stuck on the fact that your ex-partners seemed so desperate over the walkie. They....they wouldn't want you to die, but that doesn't mean they want you. Figures that your parents would make it more difficult for two of the only people that even remotely have any concern for you too, they're probably profiting off all that glorious attention of having a missing child.

"I have a life here, now. I don't want to go back." Lies. You know it's all lies.

"Listen, kid, whatever happened with your friends, I promise it's not worth throwing in the towel. You've gotta see things through." Clearly it's not worth an argument, you'd rather save your energy at this point. You're gonna need plenty to face that hard conversation you know is coming, when you're gonna have to confirm to them directly that you're moving on. No more running away, or hiding from the problem. You have to face it.

"You don't know anything about me, or them."

The already long drive drags on even longer in the silence that follows, and you make a mental note to call your aunt when they get you back to Hawkins, so she doesn't freak out when she comes home to an empty apartment. You can imagine your manager's gonna call and cuss you out before firing you for leaving the store unattended, too, and you groan and let your head hit the seat behind you. Now you're gonna have to find another job, gonna have to explain to your aunt what you did....or maybe she won't even notice your absence, not until someone makes a fuss about it.

Your mind is left racing with so many thoughts and worries that the scenery passes by without note, the moon barely shining any light on the landscape, like it's all one huge plain with little dots for buildings and trees. Like one big hellscape, but it's numb and frozen over with nothing left but a mocking echo of the world that's no longer here. You don't even really recognize your surroundings until a couple hours have passed, and the Welcome To Hawkins sign zips by and has you sitting up in your seat. Just as you pass it, though, you think you see the glimmer of another set of headlights, a rarity on these quiet streets--and then your whole world shifts violently.

"Shit!" Hop curses as he swerves suddenly, and Joyce shrieks as you all nearly careen off the road and into the ditch, your head cracking against the window and bouncing off for you to clutch at it in pain. A groan is all you can get out when he calls back to you, the dizzy feeling making you a little sick, but as you lift your head and the truck rolls to a stop, you spot the culprit of that downright suicidal speed driving that nearly caused a head-on collision.

Your heart is pierced with a deep chill immediately. You'd recognize that van anywhere, and that curly mane of hair as the driver stumbles out his door even moreso. He's not hurt, just dazed--and for the moment, your brain doesn't immediately go to the question of why you should even care. As he stands there in the road, in the dark, Eddie's form is lit up by the headlights still shining without a flicker, but he doesn't flinch even when it must be glaring directly into his eyes, just holds a hand up to block it out. And when they meet yours as you lean over the console to see him, he doesn't wait a second, hurrying around the passenger's side of the truck to fumble for the handle of your door. With a click, and the light above you switching on as a beeping starts to emit from the vehicle, Eddie's suddenly cramming himself into the backseat with you--and there's tears already wetting his cheeks as he grabs you in a hug, gasping in a shaky lungful of breath like he's shocked he's really touching you. Crying and mumbling into your hair, Eddie buckles when you squeeze him back, falling victim to that desire in the deepest part of your soul that just wanted to hold him again.

"I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it baby, I didn't--everything I said, I swear, I was being such a fucking moron-" He starts babbling from nowhere, and his voice itself is a comfort, having not heard it next to your ear for so long that it aches now.

"Eddie-"

"You're mine, okay?! You're my everything!" He cries, burying his face even deeper into your neck and inhaling whatever scent he can get. You're stunned into staying limp, letting his hands grab and squeeze at you wherever they land--his curly hair tickles your cheek and sticks to it, and that sensation alone drags tears up to the surface, only allowing them to spill when you hear him whispering those croaked pleas of "I love you, I love you, I love you" until you're crying right along with him. It's been so long since you heard it, you'd started believing it was never really true.

It takes minutes that feel like hours for you to both calm down enough to look at each other, your face cradled in Eddie's rough hands as he sniffles and murmurs a "You're so beautiful" so innocently sincere, that it instantly makes you wish you had never left. He smiles, and the world that seems so dark grows a little brighter around you. You're not even privy to the looks Joyce and Hopper are giving each other in the front seat, clearly a little surprised at the passion you two share that nobody else has ever seen. But they know. And when Eddie starts pulling you out of your seat with the promise to take you back, Hop only reminds him to drive safely before he allows you two to shut the truck's door and circle round the vehicle with Eddie's arm clinging to your waist. The air hits you, cool and dry, just like it always is in Hawkins. And when he opens your door for you and waits for you to clamber in, before getting in on the other side and fumbling contently with his keys, you're not sure you really know what to expect. He briefly elaborates that he'd gotten worried, and that he's just glad he spotted Hop's truck before he'd sped all the way out of Hawkins and missed you--but it doesn't last, because soon he's grabbing your thigh and sighing out a breath of relief.

"We'll talk about everything when we get home. For now, I just want to hold you." Eddie offers his hand to you, giving it a grateful squeeze when you slip yours into it and interlace your fingers together.

They'll all hate me for real, this time.

That's exactly how the drive goes, Eddie's shoulders relaxed even as he steers with one hand, and navigates while stealing glances over at you with relief written all over his face, and brings your hands up to kiss your knuckles every so often. But he's just one. The other three....your heart sinks as you run over that last conversation you had with Steve, the way you'd ignored Robin completely, and how you pretended everything was absolutely fine with Nancy up until the moment you left. And it somehow dawns on you only then--they thought you were gone, that you had been taken to the Upside Down, and your heart sinks as you watch the trees pass by in clusters while that dread creeps closer down the road that's so familiar.

Not even the comforting warmth of Eddie's hand could drive that thought out of your mind, even less so when he turns and you hit that patch of gravel that leads up the driveway. He'll stop soon, and you'll be facing the music....and when Eddie shifts into park, you sort of float from your seat to the walkway where you threw your feelings back into Steve's face, and up towards the front door that Eddie opens for you before you cross the threshold into the house. It does feel like home, and you don't want to lose it right on the welcome mat, so you blink away any tears that threaten to spill before you quietly follow him into the living room.

Three heads turn to look your way, too inundated in conversation around the coffee table to hear the door opening, but that stops the second their eyes land on you. Steve and Robin are the ones sitting closest to where you stand, but Nancy's the one that makes her way to you first, her lower lip already quivering enough to break into a sob as she crosses the patch of carpet to throw her arms around you. She's strong enough to grip you tight enough to hurt, but too weak to keep herself on her feet, and you end up sinking to the floor with her as your name floods out of her lungs on repeat, getting louder and louder and louder until she's wailing. You could swear the walls rattle with the volume she cries at, completely coming apart in your arms like you've never seen her do before.

"Don't you ever do that to me again!" She shouts, yet her voice is like a child's, wobbling and whiny and so miserably pitiful that it pains you even to listen to it, especially when she's clutching you so close to her body--so afraid that you won't be there when she pulls away, so she refuses to. You don't have any right to cry when she's so distraught, but with your head over her shoulder, the other two watch your lips curve downwards and your eyes screw shut into a flood of tears that won't stop easily.

"I'm sorry, Nancy. I'm okay." You whimper, burying your face into her curls until your lips brush her jawline, and she shudders into each gentle, praiseworthy kiss that you press there. Up until her sobs subside, and she breaths a sigh of relief that you can feel from her chest against yours, each one sinking and rising into each other as you breathe along with her. "I thought you didn't want me anymore."

She shakes her head, and finally pulls herself back to look at you, a fresh wave of tears streaming down her cheeks when she gets a good look at you. Nancy touches your face, thumbs away your own tears--and you know she's not just looking at you, but the girl she lost so long ago, whose smile she sees in yours on those days she misses her the most dearly. "I never wanted you more when I thought you weren't coming back," She whispers back. "How could I not want you? I love you."

The kiss she lays upon your lips is breathtaking, shaking and sweet and just....everything. Everything you missed and craved like air and water and life.

You're already halfway into her embrace when she laughs out that half-hearted joke, walking back with you a couple steps when you throw yourself into it. And she squeezes you so tight, so hard, the kisses a flurry of needy, fluttering touches all over your face until she somehow finds your lips--and when she does, she makes that last one a kiss you won't shake off for days, the feeling tingling your lips even when she pulls away. Still rubbing that spot on your back that she knows is sensitive, Robin grips you in an even harder hug that nearly cracks your spine, and whispers into your ear: "I'm so happy you're here with me." before she kisses you one last time, last one, she swears, fingers crossed behind your back. But then, she takes notice to the man standing just a foot away--and she lets you go to turn you around, her fingertips grazing your arms as you finally face him.

"Yeah, she, uh....she cried, like, every night," Even as Robin says it and breaks the quiet, she herself is rubbing tears from her cheeks, trying to keep that smile going as you stand and Nancy loosens her hold. She moves aside for Eddie to lay his hands on her shoulders from behind, and keep her steady on her feet. "So did Steve. I told you he cries when we watch Princess Bride!"

"I-I....I didn't mean it, Steve. I never...I've never thought you were dumb." Your voice comes out as a whimper, fingers fiddling with each other as you endure that big, brown, wide-eyed stare.

"I know." He breathes, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. He wants to move, he's antsy, but he won't take another step. "I know, baby."

"Can I hug you?" Steve just nods, but his lip quivers and his features gain that pathetic, sad puppy look, because he was hoping and praying you would say those very words. Your heart soars as he meets your step forward and flings his strong arms tight around your body, crushing you with his huge stature but never loosening up. He instantly brings his hand up to cradle your head against his chest, kissing the crown of it with so much firmness that you know he's reaffirming you're really standing in front of him again.

"I shouldn't have let you leave. I should've slashed your damn tires." He chuckles along with you at the lighthearted crack at breaking the tension, until he chokes up again into a sob. "Nobody could ever replace you. And I swear, I'll never break your heart again."

Steve holds you for a long time, squeezing you and kissing you and brushing strands of hair from your eyes to just look at you, surveying the face of the love he feared he'd never get to cherish again. It's a long time coming, and when he's done, there are three other warm bodies in the room that need attention from the sweet thing they've been killing themselves over these last few weeks.

From there, they catch you up with what had happened in your absence. Steve had walked off to clear his head after you left, and hadn't returned until late in the day--burst through the front door during an unusually quiet dinner and sent them all into a panic, when he realized you really had left and you weren't coming back. The four of them had jumped into action to split up and look for you, Nancy contacted your parents and other family while Steve and Robin tried to find some hint of your whereabouts in the house, cracking open your drawers and notes and realizing how much of your stuff was missing. Meanwhile, Eddie had driven in circles round Hawkins and the outer city limits, trying to find any trace of your car in the dark with the help of passing streetlights.

When those attempts had failed after stretching out into the next day to mid-afternoon, and with your very unhelpful parents insisting they had no idea where you could've gone, that's when your partners had started printing out missing person's flyers and put in an official report with the sheriff's office. And, seemingly having forgotten that you were really the only one who ever checked the voicemail at work, your message tendering your resignation had been errantly erased by your manager--worrying them even further when they questioned him, because if you were really planning on moving away like you said, how could you not tell your employer? It wasn't like you. Their fears had only gotten stronger from there.

The worst had yet to come, though. Because when your car had been found on the side of the road way out in the middle of nowhere, miles and miles away from Hawkins and completely destroyed, the four of them had reached the point of no return. The plates had been torn off, but it was your exact make and model of car, and what were they supposed to believe? That it was just coincidence? That's what Hopper had tried to reassure them with, tried to insist that plenty of cars get found gutted out in the bush, but they couldn't be convinced that it was just some freak happenstance and delude themselves to think that you were fine and dandy somewhere else. The same thing had happened to Max's stepbrother, and they all knew how that had ended.

So started the search parties, the nights spent staying up and studying maps by lamplight, the microwave meals in place of home cooking and sleeping in shifts by the phone, waiting and hoping for some kind of clue to your whereabouts to appear. Finding you had become more important than eating, proper sleep, showering, or attention paid to anything aside from looking towards the horizon to see if you would magically walk back into their lives.

And all that time, you had believed nothing but that they couldn't care less where you were, or what you were doing. When in reality, they could think of nothing but you. That was what had led Eddie to nearly crash into you as you re-entered Hawkins, having been pacing the living room for those long hours after Hop's call until he just couldn't take it anymore--despite the other three trying to stop him, he had dashed out to his van and peeled out of the driveway like a lunatic, just for the slightest chance that he might be there when you needed help. It was so stupid, so reckless, and you'll remember that moment he came rushing around the side of the truck to get to you forever.

Despite them reassuring you about Chrissy, too, when the tears have dried--promising you she's nothing but a friend, and they would have no problems limiting her interaction with all of you from now on--you wave it away, smiling off your stupidity and letting them know that it's fine. You were just being dumb, acting crazy, but you're fine now. And Eddie's eyes narrow at that.

"You're not crazy." He murmurs absentmindedly, and says nothing more until he can slip away from your reunion, and reach the phone in the kitchen. While you're busy dealing with your other partner's crippling absence of affection, he taps his blunt nails into each button, numbly dialing the number he's memorized until the ringing starts and stops.

"Hey, Chris. Angel's back home."

"Oh, that's great! Oh...Eddie, I'm so happy for you. You must be relieved-"

"Yeah. Yeah, I am. Listen, no hard feelings, but....you're my friend, so I'm just gonna be straight. Don't come by the house anymore."

"I--what? Really? I....Eddie, I'm sorry, if I did something to upset you-"

"No, no, nothing you did. Well, not really. But I know how you feel, Chris, and I can't really ignore it anymore." He swallows deeply, and sucks on his teeth as he tries to think of some better way to say it. "I don't want to hurt your feelings, but I don't feel the same. I never have, and I'm sorry if I made you feel like that might change."

"......So that's it?"

"That's it. We can still be friends, but we need space for awhile first, and I'm not gonna ignore you flirting with me anymore. I'm in love and it's not gonna change. Sorry."

"Can we at least talk about it, Eddie? Please? I'd rather talk this out in person."

"No. Bye, Chrissy."

He thuds the phone back on the receiver just a little too hard, and brings his hand up to rub at his neck and try and get the ache out. That didn't feel good, having to confront one of his very few friends with a truth he just wanted to ignore--but the sick feeling he has now can't even compare to how he felt when you were away, and it's an easy decision to make in that regard. He'd take you over her any day. It's a bit of a guilty feeling, but he knows it's the truth even if it hurts Chrissy's feelings, and he's happy even so.

"....Yeah, I missed you real bad, sweetheart. Don't you ever think I wouldn't....or else you are crazy."

"Eddie?" You call out from the living room, and following that sweet voice to its source, he feels himself light up at the sight of you settled back into the couch. Legs tucked up in Robin's lap, halfway into Steve and Nancy's, looking so comfortable and cute as you look up at him. You're where you belong. He's so distracted by the glee and relief of having you home, he didn't even realize how quiet it had been between you all until he came right back from his task. You say nothing more, just hold your arms out to him--and when he gets close enough, you capture him with those pretty eyes of yours, and melt away any ill feeling as you pull him into your chest.

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The Lost Girls of Camp Forevermore - Kim Fu

Summary: A group of young girls at sleepaway camp get stranded in the woods by themselves in Canada (sound familiar?). The narrative alternates between what happened in the woods, and a vignette from each girl in their adult life.

Yellowjackets connection: This book is so spiritually similar to Yellowjackets it’s wild. The way that we see what happened in the woods and flash forward to the adults and how it affected them. The way that it's partially about the viciousness that comes out when girls are left alone. The way that hierarchies break down in the woods. I find myself thinking about this book while watching Yellowjackets.

Is it queer?: only a very little with one character in her adult life

My Brilliant Friend - Elena Ferrante

Summary: Elena and Lila are two intelligent girls growing up in poverty in 1950’s Naples. They have an obsessive and competitive relationship. Elena is able to get an education when Lila is not, and their paths diverge here. The entire four-part book series follows their relationship and distinct lives into late adulthood.

Yellowjackets Connection: My Brilliant Friend is about a lot more than just female friendship, class differences foremost. But obsessive homoerotic female friendships and their complications are front and center. The Neapolitan series follows Elena and Lila as they grow into adults and have their own children, so it shows young women and the adults they grow into. Also has themes of trauma, unreliable narrators, patriarchy, jealousy, ambitious women.

If you follow my tumblr you know I will connect anything to MBF but Yellowjackets writers did it for me in the show. They literally said Shauna/Jackie = Elena/Lila. If you don’t remember, this is when adult Shauna has dinner with Jackie’s mom who says she’s reading MBF and that the girls in the book remind her so much of Shauna and Jackie. She meant it as an insult to Shauna but it really is a great comparison. Especially since Lila and Elena def had something vaguely fruity going on (but also for other, spoilery reasons). Elena Ferrante is pretty much the go-to when it comes to writing about complicated female friendships so it is not a surprise that they reference it in the show. If you are obsessed with the Shauna/Jackie “friendship” this book series is for you!

Is it queer? if you consider Jackie and Shauna’s relationship to be queer then yes. There is a lot of subtext and in the later books a little more than subtext.

Cat’s Eye - Margaret Atwood

Summary: A painter returns to where she grew up and memories that she blocked out of a traumatic childhood friendship resurface.

Yellowjackets connection: Women thinking about their traumatic friendships! And how these affected them going forward in life. The girls in this are a little younger than Yellowjackets girls but I think it is still a foundational text about traumatic female friendships and unreliable narrators. I am absolutely a Margaret Atwood apologist so don’t come for me (or do. I love messages in my inbox)

Is it queer?: no ):

Big Swiss - Jen Beagin

Summary: Greta is a transcriber for a sex therapist where she learns all sorts of intimate details of his clients. She becomes obsessed with a client and even starts a sexual relationship with her! She does not disclose her prior knowledge of this woman so things get messy.

Fun fact for Killing Eve fans: It is going to be made into a series starring Jodie Comer!

Yellowjackets connection: This is the only book on this list that doesn’t really flash between old and young versions of a character (a bit at the end). Yet I think it deserves to be on this list because messy queer women and obsession and mental illness. Also now that I am thinking about it actually the main character does think about her childhood in the woods a bit...

Is it queer?: The main relationship is between two women and they have a lot of sex. So, yes!

Trust Exercise - Susan Choi

Summary: Don’t want to spoil any of the big reveals but it’s vaguely about highschool theatre kids and their unhealthy dynamic with their abusive theatre teacher. Trigger warnings for statutory rape and general predatory behavior.

Yellowjackets connection: The reason I put this on my list is because it is about women in high school going through trauma and their adult selves dealing with it. It is about the stories they tell themselves to cope. It is about unreliable narrators. It is about narrative and truth and figuring out what actually happened. The book will not tell you directly, you have to discover it yourself (or read a review that explains it).

Is it queer? no ):

#yellowjackets #book reccomendatons #book recs #queer books #queer book recs #my lists #listen you know i love a good book rec list and this has just been sitting in my HEAD #close followers of my blog are SHOCKED I brought up elena ferrante.SHOCKED #I do truly believe all yellowjackets fans who like to read should read the lost girls of camp forevermore since it is SO similar #the lost girls of camp forevermore #my brilliant friend #cat's eye #trust exercise #big swiss

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Hello Everyone!

A little welcoming post for whoever has stumbled upon my blog, thank you for visiting! What you will find here:

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┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺╚══ A Perfect Circle ╝

Premise: When you like the guy who likes the guy that likes you, things get a little out of hand, when a triangle becomes a circle not just one gets hurt.

Word Count: 2484

Chapter 3: First love

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Yamaguchi Tadashi had been in your mind ever since the day you met him, he was like a plague invading all your thoughts.

The way his nose twitched when he didn’t know the answer during a test, the way his throat went up down so vividly every time he was nervous.

His little sighs when he was bored, the way the wind messed up his hair every morning.

While all this seemed more than normal and even boring to your other friends, to you, it was more than enough to make you lose sleep.

A love like no other some would say, pure, not tainted by lust or other unworthy feelings.

What you didn’t know though, is that to Tsukishima Kei, you meant exactly the same.

While you were sleeping soundly on the air mattress in his room, all he could think about was of your beautiful face. How funny and silly it looked when you snorted at his turtle comments, how you thought he was nice, how your smile could light an oven on its own.

It was overly distracting and incredibly annoying to feel this way.

He knew he shouldn’t, his best friend since childhood clearly had a thing with you, and you, well you were very much in love with him, that much was clear.

He shouldn’t be thinking of that cute little mole of yours and how much he wanted to kiss it, how soft your hair might be, how he wanted to play with it while you slept on his chest, how he wanted to take a whiff of that fruity scent that came out of it when he was near.

It was frustrating, he wanted to hit his face with a baseball bat just as much as he wanted to smash his lips on yours and take all the Yamaguchi off of them right away.

While this happens to most people on their teenage years, for him this was the first time.

He had a girlfriend once, mostly to get Yamaguchi off his back, he wanted him to realize he wasn’t into guys and that ended up breaking that random girl’s heart, which is ridiculous, he can’t even remember her name, that’s how important she was for him. But you, he can even remember the color of the thread that was hanging lose from your backpack, it was purple yet you weren’t wearing anything that matched that hue, made him go in a rabbit hole of where you might have caught it.

It was ridiculous.

No, he was ridiculous.

Why was that important? Was he really jealous of a stupid tiny piece of fuzzy purple wool? Could have even been from your mother’s sweater, or someone in a bus that bumped onto you. Why was he thinking of such a thing at four in the morning? He’s become lame, age wasn’t doing him any good.

On the contrary, Yamaguchi was sleeping like a baby angel.

His blanket was so comfortable and warm, the soft lingering feeling of your lips on his made his slumber feel so peaceful. He hasn’t had such a fulfilling sleep in ages as he’s been tormenting himself since he has recollection of his feelings for Tsukki, sleeping has never been as necessary as his time dedicated to analyzing his counterpart.

But accepting it’s finally over was so liberating, it was like putting heavy luggage away for good, his back muscles were so relaxed after those kisses of yours, his heart was racing so much it made him tired, overall his condition was great and he was feeling fantastic, though having you in his arms would have made it all even better.

Yamaguchi’s first love was not you, everyone knew this much, but you were his first requited one, and having someone you like to like you back was the most rewarding thing he’s ever felt.

Sunrise has never taken this long to come, but finally, the night was over.

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The sunshine filtering through Tsukishima’s window woke you up bright an early. The air mattress proved to be more comfortable than anticipated and while the night itself was pretty wild and calming down your heart from all the different emotions you had felt all in one night was pretty hard, you had a fairly decent sleep.

When you got up you noticed Tsukki had a rough night, his t-shirt had rolled up to uncover his chiseled abdomen, both feet resting on top of the pillows and his head was nearly on the floor. You wanted to help him get into a comfier position but that was not possible, sadly, the man wasn’t just tall, but extremely heavy.

You had his head in both of your hands when he woke up, his eyes were still half closed but he could see your beautiful hair cascading down his face, “(Y/N)…?” his voice was raw and sleep clad, somehow it made your heart skip a beat, a bit too loud as you gasped and let his head fall back to where it originally was hanging from the side of the couch.

“Ouch…just what were you doing, woman?”

“Um…you….you…were about to fall and I was trying to help you back up the couch so you could sleep some more, but you’re so heavy! Or I’m too puny…that could be too…bottomline is, I failed…” pouting, you plopped down on the floor, your face closer to his hanging one with this new angle.

Even without his glasses on your beauty took his breath away, your lack of makeup, the messy half bun you managed to do to your hair without a mirror…you were so effortlessly beautiful…

“Next time just wake me up and tell me to lay like a normal person.” that made you chuckle, and while he was incredibly uncomfortable and sure that he had pulled a muscle on his neck, he didn’t want to move an inch away from your beautiful face.

“Will do…Tsukishima-san…”

��Kei. Just call me Kei.” his nose had a cute pinkish warmth crawling from within his inner most hidden desires and it just made you smile.

“Kei, do you like pancakes? Or do you like traditional breakfast better?”

“Ugh…I like both, though I don’t think we have what’s needed for pancakes…do you want me to go to the store?” you were assessing the man as he spoke. He was wearing just one sock, his belly was still out in the open and half of his hair was squished up the side of the couch making him look ridiculous.

Unable to hold your giggles you shook your head, wanting to spare him from the neighboring glances. “I’ll go get breakfast ready with what you guys have. Why don’t you go take a shower first? Or would you like to sleep some more? Your room is free now…” the thought of sleeping in his room right now was causing a wild arrange of thoughts to flood his head, just thinking of your sweet smell fluttering in the air, on his blanket…oh god his blanket will definitely smell like you…and his pillow…what if you drooled on it…?

“Ugh no, I…I need a shower…” reluctantly he got up from his awkward position, making more than one bone crack in discomfort as he did so.

“Alright, I’ll get breakfast done then!”

Just seeing you in his kitchen was a vision to this man, he just knew he’d be dreaming of this very moment for ages. How nicely Yamaguchi’s apron fit around your waist, how you looked in your element, like this was your own house. It ended up engraved within his brain and he silently wished he’d wake up to this sight every single morning for the rest of his life.

With a heavy heart, he walked up the stairs ready to clear his head after a cold shower and warm bath.

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Unlike Tsukki, Yamaguchi made sure to get ready before going down the stairs, he didn’t want you to see his messy hair and sleepy face, so he went straight to the shower room as soon as he woke up, meeting his friend right at the door on his way out, which only earned him a grumble from the other male.

Once he deemed himself ready, he went down the stairs, instantly wrapping his arms around your waist from behind as he saw you cutting some veggies, “Morning gorgeous~”

“Why hello handsome stranger~” both of your giggles could be heard even with the bathroom door closed, making Tsukki to submerge head and all under water.

“Never been this glad before of the fact the store only sells girly frilly aprons. I should have known it was a sign from the heavens for me to buy it just for this moment.”

“Is that your way of saying I look cute~?”

“Nah, you always look cute. More like, the entire picture of you in my kitchen making breakfast…makes me wanna see it every day…”

How can he do this? Like he’s literally saying out loud everything Tsukki felt ashamed of even thinking of. And the worst part were those awfully thin walls and how he was able to hear everything wherever he was.

“You’re too good to me Yams~”

The silence that fell after that was anxiety inducing to poor Tsukishima. Why was it so quiet all of the sudden? Were they making out again? In his kitchen? With her wearing that pretty apron?

His imagination was vivid and quite accurate, Yamaguchi had you pinned to the sink, his lips trailing kisses down your neck while he played with the apron tassels after a long, loooong deep kiss.

Was this the norm now? Did he really have to get used to this? Was there no way out of this torture?

He’s never wanted to kiss someone this bad in his entire life and knowing his best friend is probably massaging her throat again with his tongue was driving him insane. He wanted to storm out of there and let them hear a thing or two about indecency once more, but his nakedness stopped him from doing so.

While Tsukishima was causing a tsunami in their bathtub, the kitchen was quite a steamy place and had nothing to do with the boiling rice in the pot. If it wasn’t for Tsukishima being in the house at the moment, that apron would be the only thing you’d be wearing.

Once the door to the bathroom slammed shut as Tsukki came out of it, Yamaguchi bolted away, awkwardly sitting on one of the stools as he promised he would.

The loving smile you gave him when he did just that filled his heart with so much joy and so much love, all he could think about was kicking him out of the house already so he could go back to that little purple spot now adorning the side of your neck.

Usually Yamaguchi is the one to leave early for school, he always takes on the morning classes, unlike Tsukki who prefers the afternoon ones as they’re closer to practice time. But this morning, neither you nor Yamaguchi had classes, and Tsukki had a tournament coming right up and had morning practice.

He knew he had to leave, he needed to leave otherwise his coach would chew on his head and bench him for the entire tournament, which was bad for his scholarship. But just looking at that lovesick look on Yamaguchi’s face gave him goosebumps.

Thinking of all the nasty stuff he could get you into as soon as he steps out of the apartment made him worry about his very own dirty thoughts, he wasn’t aware he knew this much about intimacy and even worse, he had never been as curious or willing to experience it all, but more than anything, he was completely sure he didn’t want Yamaguchi being the one to do it with his cute little baby turtle. Wait what? He was sick, definitely.

“Kei! Come sit with us! You didn’t have much so I made some rice and salad! Hope that’s ok.”

“Rice and salad…?”

“Um, I also made some tea…” that made both of them burst out laughing.

“I’m sorry love, I didn’t know we didn’t have food. Must be time to go to the store, maybe we can go later.”

Love? Did he just call you love? Tsukki’s blood was boiling, same as your face as you relished in his affections.

“It’s ok really. And sure! Let’s go later, I’ll cook you some yummy lunch.”

“Do you guys not have school today or what?” poison came out of his mouth with every word.

“We have a class but until late, though we are probably skipping it…”

“Why would you do such a thing?” he felt offended somehow, gave him urges of calling Yamaguchi’s mom as he would do back in middle school.

“Would you not? I mean sadly, is not every day I get to have my babe here all day with me. School can wait.” As he said this, he was pulling you over so you’d sit on his knees, feeding you a little tomato from his salad bowl.

“Ugh I lost my appetite…I’ll be leaving now…”

“I should have gone to the store and get something better…” the little pout gracing your cute little lips made his heart shatter.

“No, it’s not your fault (Y/N)…I’ll…I’ll take it with me ok?” He moved to grab a small lunch box he hadn’t used since high school and poured the rice and remaining salad in it as if it was a precious treasure or expensive feast, “I’ll eat it later, I promise.” his little smile made you smile as well as you nodded happily.

“I’ll save you some lunch so you can eat it when you’re back from practice! Have a nice day!”

“Yeah…you too…or wait…no please don't…” that made you and even Yamaguchi chuckle, he was being too cute for his own good.

His heart felt even heavier than before but there was a good thing about all this…you’d still be home when he’s back from school.

With a new found resolution he left for practice, leaving all the complicated thoughts behind, if he wanted a good fight, he would give him just that.

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When the Morning Comes

josh kiszka x reader

summary: you and the GVF boys were the best of friends, until feelings between you and Josh came to fruition, and a series of messy hook-ups led to you leaving them behind. What will happen when, years later, you reconnect with your old flame? Will the flame rekindle, or burn out, leaving Josh to pick up the ashes?

Rating: E for Everyone

A/N and warnings: alcohol consumption, Angst (I am so sorry), non-happy ending.

You hadn't expected to go out tonight. You had made plans to stay home, open a bottle of wine, watch your favorite show, then pass out on your couch. Work had been keeping you busy all week, and tonight was YOUR night off. All of that changed, however, when your best friend had called, explaining that it was a necessity that you join the group for shots. You had rolled your eyes but peeled yourself off the couch, hastily getting into something nicer and heading to the location your friend had sent.

It was packed inside the bar, everyone excited for some Friday night fun. You squeezed past the throngs of already hammered people to the bar, where your already hammered group of friends were. They all cheered at your arrival, your best friend throwing herself at you and shoving a shot glass into your hand. `You shrugged and drank it, slamming the glass down on the bar counter and motioning for another, your friends cheering you on.

After a few shots, you felt at ease, despite the loud crowd of the bar, which, sober, would make you anxious or annoyed. You and your friends had moved to a secluded booth with a view of the rest of the bar. You were nursing some fruity mystery drink one of your friends had surprised you with when you heard a dramatic gasp come from one of the members of your group.

"Oh my fucking god, look at that guy!'

You didn't look up, scrolling through your phone instead. There were plenty of "hot" guys here, and you doubted any of them were noteworthy.

"Jesus, he is an absolute giant!"

"I wanna climb him like goddamn Mount Everest."

You were brought to attention by a swift elbow nudge to the side, looking up from your phone in annoyance. Your friend pointed across the crowd to the center of the group's horny attention. You scanned the people till you saw him, the supposed behemoth of a man that your friends were obsessing over. You felt our heart drop.

It was Danny Wagner, one of your childhood friends.

You sank a little lower in the booth, your cheeks heating up with embarrassment. Your drunken mind was suddenly flooded with memories that you had pushed deep, deep down. Your four closest friends in the whole world, and how one drunken sentence had ended everything.

You hoped he wouldn't see you, but, of course, he did. His eyes paused on you just for a moment, before he turned his attention back to the girl he was talking to. The look hadn't gone unnoticed by your friends, a throng of teasing "Oooo"s leaving them. Danny's eyes fell on you again; he something to the girl before he scratched his ear, one of his fingers oh-so-subtly darting out to point to another side of the bar. You knew it was for you, subtle hand gestured being the way you, Danny, and your little friend group had communicated in populated settings.

You muttered out some excuse about having to pee and scooted out of the booth, heading into to the direction Danny had disappeared in. He was waiting against the wall of the bar, near the bathrooms. A grin appeared on his face at the sight of you, his arms pulling you into a hug before you could even say anything.

"God, y/n... it's been so long..." he looked down at your, taking in how much you had changed since you had last seen him. "You look great! How have you been?"

"I... I've been good, Danny," you replied, a small smile on your face at his child-like enthusiasm. "How have you been?"

"I've been good too! Just still... doing the music stuff, you know?" He frowned a little, "You know... the boys miss you."

"Danny, please, don't-"

"Especially Josh."

You sighed, looking down. You hadn't heard his name since you had left him. You blinked away tears and looked up at him. Danny was watching your reaction, a frown on his face.

"Look... we're staying at a hotel across the street. Josh stayed in, Jake and Sam went out to some music store... you should really go talk to him."

You shook your head. "I... I can't, I'm sorry. I don't even know what I would say."

Danny pulled you into another warm hug, patting your back. "It'll be okay, I promise. You'll know what to say." He gave you a knowing look before bidding you goodbye with one last crushing hug.

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You weren’t drunk enough to go to straight to the hotel. You knew that there would need to be alcohol, a copious amount of alcohol, for you to have the balls to march up to Josh and tell him your feelings. You had no idea what you were going to say even though you had not stopped thinking about him since you left him. You kept replaying the moments before disaster, the bitter words exchanged, and the utter devastation of the fallout. After talking to Danny, you returned to your friends, instantly picking up any spare shots at the table and throwing them back. After an hour or so, the night was nowhere near over for your friends, but you had Danny’s voice in the back of your head, telling you over and over that things needed to be fixed.

You bid your friends farewell and exited the bar, the hotel Danny had mentioned quite literally across the street. Several deep breaths and you were off, navigating the fancy building to the room that belong to Josh.

You were a few feet from his door, your footsteps as light as possible as you contemplated running away. A million thoughts raced through your head, all of them Josh. You let out a small scoff, because of course, per usual, Josh was all-consuming.

You knocked and the silence that followed almost made you turn and run. There was some quiet shuffling before the doorhandle turned and the door swung open. Your breath was held in your throat as your eyes landed on him. It hit you all at once, the fact that you had seen him over the years, sure, but it had only been secondhand. Pictures, videos, none of that compared to seeing him in person again. All this time, but he looked exactly like you remembered. His eyes were practically popping out of his head when he realized that it was you, his lips slightly parted in surprise. Neither of you spoke, but it didn’t matter, because the silent standoff was ended by Josh grabbing your arm and pulling you into a tight hug. Your arms found themselves around him, and for a second, you felt like you were home. His head dipped down, his forehead finding it’s place against the crook of your neck. He had an iron grip on you like he was afraid he’d lose you forever... again.

After what felt like hours, he was the first one to let go, which broke your heart a little. His hands stayed around your shoulder for a beat too long. It made your heart race. You gave him a small smile. “You... you look good, Josh.”

You couldn’t take the look in his eyes. It was like every other time he looked at you before, with so much love and adoration (something you didn’t pick up on until it was too late). However, something was gnawing at you, that it was all just a front. His eyes drifted over you, slowly taking in the sight of you. “You look good too.” He cleared his throat, his hand nervously moving through his hair. “Uh, come in, please.”

He moved to the side, revealing the almost untouched hotel room. If it hadn’t been for Josh’s jumpsuit lounging across the couch and the suitcase on the bed, it would have appeared like the room hadn’t been touched. “Nice to see you’re still the tidiest member of the band,” you quipped.

Josh returned with an amused hum. He had moved to the small table near the fridge, decked out with various glasses and fancy complementary drinks. He held up a flute, nodding towards the bottle of champagne. “Would you like a drink?”

You nodded and studied him as he poured you a drink. He was standing straight, back completely turned to you, as if he couldn’t look at you. He looked completely stiff. You could feel your heart breaking all over again, years of distance and healing melting away. You sniffled and he whipped around, drink still in hand. You crossed the room to Josh, gently taking the glass from him. You both sipped in silence, avoiding each other’s eyes. After a moment, he quietly said, “Why did you leave?”

You sighed, looking up at him. His eyes were fixed on the content of his glass. “Josh....”

“Do you remember that day? Because I sure do. You were just... gone. I mean, we had seen each other not even twelve hours before. Jake said you had been crying over the phone... 3 a.m., that math makes it 4 hours before I came to see you. you had three hours... three hours to just... disappear. Erase yourself, or at least try to erase yourself from everyone’s lives. 4 hours, that’s all it took, and I thought you were gone forever.” He took another swig of his drink, quickly moving to pour more. He let out a humorless chuckle. “You were quite clever about it too. Deleting your Instagram, blocking everyone on your new one. You were always the smartest out of all of us.” He downed his second drink, finishing with a sarcastic, dramatic smack of his lips. Your eyes were blurry, and you felt a few tears roll down your cheek.

“Josh-”

“No, no, nope. I ranted to anyone who would listen for a straight year. All of that practice for what I knew I needed to say to you if I got the chance. You practically handed me this opportunity on a silver platter.” His harsh tone was unlike anything you had ever heard before. It paled in comparison to the sugary sweet velveteen voice he had reserved just for you. He began to refill his glass a third time, but your unoccupied hand shot out and stopped him.

“Josh, you need to stop-”

He ripped his arm away from you, the dramatic movement causing both of you to spill your respective drinks on yourselves. “No, you need to stop!” His eyes were slightly droopy, and you frowned. He was still such a lightweight. He set his glass down and pointed a finger at you. “You need to stop acting like you can waltz in here like nothing happened. You need to stop pretending you didn’t leave me all alone. You need to stop acting like you didn’t throw away damn near entire lives spent together. You need to stop acting like you didn’t hurt just me, but my twin brother, my baby brother, and my best friend. Hell, even Ronnie, Josie, my parents-”

You felt pathetic as you practically begged, “Josh, please-”

He held up his finger again. His voice had now lowered to an emotional whisper. “You left me. You covered your tracks, you lied, you moved, and you moved on. Like it was nothing. Like I was nothing. I begged you to not walk out the door that night, I was literally on my goddamn hands and knees. You didn’t so much as shed a tear, I almost let mine drown me.”

You swallowed, the lump in your throat becoming too obnoxious to ignore. A small whimper left your throat, tears fully streaming down your face. You made one last desperate attempt to grasp at your dignity. “You put me in an impossible position. You told me you... loved me.”

He threw his hands up in disbelief. “That’s it? Really? I said, “I love you” and you turn and run? No, no you’re better than that, anyone who has ever met you would tell you that.” He let out a humorless laugh. “I bet you never told anyone everything I said. I bet you never even said it out loud to yourself. I think you found a way to block it out completely, I bet you never even thought about it.” He held eye contact as he reached for his glass, filling it again. You opened your mouth to protest but he cut you off with his hand. “Big speech, gotta make sure my throat can take it.”

You watched as he took his sweet time sipping the drink. He smacked his lips again, then cleared his throat. He drew in a deep breath, closing his eyes. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, and they were full of emotion. “There’s something I need to tell you, bug.”

You let out a soft sob. There was a part of you that was furious. But you were speechless, so he continued. He set his glass down, then reached and gently took yours out of your hand, setting it beside his. He took both your hands in his, his lips managing to curl into a soft smile. “Have I ever told you how amazing you are?” He didn’t pause for an answer. Instead, one of his hands moved to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. “Who am I kidding, there’s no doubt I kill at compliments. Well, you’re amazing. You’re my best friend, the sun in my universe, the center of everything that surrounds me. I always know, no matter what I do, no matter where I go, you’ll be my home. I...” his face fell a little, his hands moving to cup your face, holding you gently, like he was afraid you’d break. Like he couldn’t believe you were real. Like this wasn’t real. “When we met, we were kids. And I am so fucking lucky that I got to navigate so many years into maturity with you. That’s what we both are now: mature. And I’ve been having... mature feelings for you.” He took a shaky breath. “I am in love with you. It’s been... years, I’m sure. I fell slowly but very much completely. Ever since you came into my life, you’ve consumed me completely. Honestly, I wouldn’t want it any other way. The burning I feel for you, it comes from the fact that it’s your name branded into my heart. It’s too much, and the more I think about it, the more it fills me with more love for you. I decided I couldn’t take it anymore. So, I’m here now, with the only person I will ever love, in every lifetime. I stand before you and pray that you feel the way I feel, that we harbored a love together.”

His hands dropped from your face, and he took a step back. His voice changed, back to the unfamiliar cold tone of before. “And then what did you say?”

You opened your mouth, trying to find the right words. You strangled for a bit before defensively, albeit weakly, saying, “I said a lot of things...”

His eyes turned dark. He tilted his head towards you a little, then scoffed. “Oh, yeah, you sure did. Don’t worry, I’ll refresh your memory. You made excuses. Lots of excuses, which, in reflection, made me think you had thought about it before. Which makes it all oh-so much shittier. You started with a what. I told you again, ever unwavingly, that I loved you. Then you said it wasn’t a good idea, which stung, but all that courage and adrenaline had gotten me wired up; I wasn’t giving up on love that easily. So, I asked you why, and then you really got desperate. ‘You’re always traveling’ and I said I’d always come home to you. ‘The fans will be pissed’ and that one I actually laughed at, because when have we ever cared about fans? Besides, back then we weren’t even that big. Then you got dirty. ‘Won’t it ruin our friendship? Won’t it weird our friends and family out?’ Honestly, I thought you were going brother-zone me, which would’ve probably ended things sooner, but you thankfully didn’t. No, and no. First of all, don’t act like you didn’t notice the stolen, knowing glances between our moms, the constant passing jokes between the guys, the way we spend all of our time together, go on dates, sleepovers, the works? You know none of them would’ve batted an eye. You knew that... you knew all of the answers to all the questions you gave me that night. You knew... and you asked... and you knew that with every question, I’d begin to doubt myself. We know each other better than anyone else in our lives. I know how you get emotional; you know how I get emotional... I was too blind to see how much you were running away from me. You used it all against me, you humiliated me. But that’s not all. I let you go on, asking your questions. Then, I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed an answer. So, I asked you if you loved me too. I didn’t everything you were feeling, I just needed to know. I waited for an answer, and then you said no. Now, I’ll admit, I got a bit dramatic, but hey, love makes you do crazy things, right? Makes you run over to your best friend’s house to apologize, makes you put together a messy speech on the back of a napkin about how said friendship could be repaired. Makes you bust out the spare key that had been given to you, nearly breaking down the door after a bunch of missed calls and unopened texts. Makes you run around your love’s apartment, ransacking the place. Makes you fall to the floor when you see the house empty, the only thing being a necklace with a sun on it. I remember that necklace, I bought it for your 16th birthday. We took shots together for the first time, I threw up in your bathtub. You threw up over me throwing up. That night, you were wearing it. You wore that and a green sweater my mom had made for you when were 15.” He was crying at this point. He looked down at his feet, sniffling. “I can’t get it out of my head. I threw myself into any other passion I had left. Nothing could fill the hole. Nothing could make me forget that night.”

He looked back up at you. You studied each other in silence, the occasional sniffle being the only sound.

“Josh...” your voice was hoarse with emotion. “I’m... so, so sorry.”

He wiped the back of his hand across his cheeks, wiping his tears away. “I know. I know you are. I’ve known that ever since you left. Sure, I was angry at first, but I never hated you, because I know you. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you...” He reached out and gingerly wiped at your tear-stained cheeks. “I know you better than anyone else. I just need to know... why?”

You turned away from him, taking a deep breath. You took a seat at the foot of the bed and Josh moved to lean against the back of the couch. There was a distance between the two of you, and it took everything in you not to pull him next to you on the bed. You crossed your arms, your chest already too-tight to bother if it got any tighter. “You didn’t finish your story.”

He blinked, his face furrowing in confusion. You could see him taking a mental misstep. “What?”

“You left out what else we said that night. What else you said that night.”

He scoffed and looked away, focusing on some expensive painting on the wall. “I don’t know what you're talking abou-”

“You put me in an impossible position, Josh!” You knew you sounded unreasonable by the slight shrill in your voice, but you ignored it. “you told me you loved me, that’s fine. I would’ve probably told you that I loved you too. Then you went on and... you told me you wanted a life together. You said you wanted to marry me, you said you wanted to buy a house together, you said you would walk away from the band if it meant that you could spend every day with me, I mean... you have to understand that it threw me off guard!”

“I couldn’t hold it in anymore, I needed to tell you, I needed to be completely honest with you!”

“I know that, Joshua! But you didn’t even consider that all of that, all at once... it just scared me.” You threw your hands up in defeat, the tears welling up again. After a moment you finished, “I don’t know what you want me to do or say. Whatever will help... I’ll say it. I miss you, Josh. I miss everyone. I can’t keep being miserable and neither can you. We both know we deserve better.”

He looked back at you with a sad smile. “I can’t just stop loving you. I never did, and I never will.” He took a few small steps towards you, leaving only a few inches between you. “I can let it all go. I’m sure everyone else can too. But if you missed me like I missed you, if you’re tired of not being together... then what else is there? What else is there to lose at this point. I just need-”

“I love you too, Josh.”

You weren’t even shocked that you didn’t hesitate. He had poured out so much emotion that night, emotions you felt too, but you had bottled up instead. He was right. You couldn’t take it anymore. Just like always, you two knew how the other felt. You had hurt him and yourself. You had been lying to yourself. You told yourself he would hate you because you hated yourself, but you could see now that you were just fooling yourself. There was nothing left to hide, nowhere left to run. Your hands reached out to pull him into a hug, but you hesitated. Just one last time. One last time to see if he’d pull back.

He didn’t.

Josh leaned forward a little and you wrapped your arms around him, his own flying to hold your waist. Your bodies both trembled as you cried against each other. The moment was emotional but didn’t last long.

“You smell like booze.” Josh mumbled against your neck.

You giggled against his hair. “I’ve been drinking all night. Plus, we both spilled that champagne on each other.” He hummed in agreement but kept you close. After a moment, you quietly said, “That shower got good water pressure?”

You told him you could stay the night, which of course he agreed to. You let you use the shower first, giving you some of his clothes to wear as pajamas. When you came out, you found him waiting on the bed, hands anxiously rubbing up and down his thighs like a nervous schoolboy. His demeanor settled when he caught sight of you. You had exchanged another long hug before he disappeared into the bathroom. You opened the minifridge, picking out two bottles of water and opening one for yourself. His shower was shorter than yours and he emerged with a grin on his face, his curls laying softly against his forehead. He held out his hand and when you took it, he kissed it, giving you a small grin. A happy one. God... you had missed them.

You both decided it was late, you should go to bed. He moved his suitcase to the floor and settled into the right side, holding out his hand for you to join him. You bit your lip as you crawled in beside him. Neither of you hesitated to melt into each other, your arms wrapping around his waist, his back to your chest. You took in a deep breath, inhaling the scent of him. Everything came back, years of memories and feelings you had dulled flooding your scenes.

You smiled against his hair, and as he pressed gentle kisses to every pad of your finger, and then to your palm, you could feel him smiling too.

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*9:45 am*

Josh woke up the next morning, the sunlight peeking through the hotel’s curtains. He rubbed at his eyes, shivering as he drew the blankets up closer to himself. His hands curled to his chest... but it felt wrong. Sure, that’s how he had slept for most of his life, but he wasn’t supposed to wake up alone, because he hadn’t gone to bed alone. He sat up, eyes searching your side of the bed, which was empty. He froze, his mind racing. He took a deep breath then slowly got out of bed, making his way to the bathroom. The door was closed, which opened a window of hope for him, but that theory was invalid when he pressed his ear to the door and was met with silence. The room wasn’t big enough to have anywhere else for you to be. Josh’s chest tightened, his heart dropping. He collapsed to the floor as one thought consumed him.

You had left him again.

#josh x reader #josh kiszka #josh gvf #josh kiszka x reader #josh kiszka angst #angst #gvf #gvf x reader

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ask-games-from-a-weird-girl · 1 year

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Prompts with specific descriptions

Let people send you a number (and if they want, a specific fandom or character) and write a drabble based on the specific description you’re getting.

1. Character needs to babysit a toddler for a couple of hours

2. Someone’s going into labor!

3. Two characters are sitting on a rooftop, talking

4. It’s the first time two friends see each other after the vacation

5. A very memorable day at school

6. Looks like someone got their first period!

7. There’s two beds in the room, but only one is comfortable to sleep in

8. Character needs to tell one of their parents something important

9. Uh oh, we got caught kissing!

10. Siblings have to comfort each other after a terrible event

11. Cousins are shit-talking their family members during a family event

12. Characters play hide and seek, but someone hides too well

13. Who calls in the middle of the night?

14. To not get caught, character A hides in character B’s closet

15. Three characters are just trying to have a good time, but it’s hard

16. We accidentally got locked inside a closet and now we get the time to share some secrets

17. This dinner was supposed to turn out well and it certainly is not turning out well

18. You think I'm in love with you and I'm not and now we have a little situation

19. Stepmother and stepdaughter have a conversation

20. Someone takes a pregnancy test

21. Someone finds a letter in their locker

22. Three people in a room. One person third wheels the other two

23. Someone has broken their arm in a very absurd way

24. Character discovers they have flying abilities

25. Due to events, a character needs to take the bus instead of the train

26. A father can’t accept that his child is growing up

27. It wasn’t the plan to come out while talking on stage, but here we are

28. Well, I guess we have to steal a car now

29. Everyone thinks character is queer, but plot twist, they’re actually straight

30. In a flash, suddenly we are 10 years younger. What happens now?

31. In a flash, suddenly we are 10 years older. What happens now?

32. An alternate universe where everyone acts the opposite than what they do in canon

33. Character’s life if -insert specific moment- never happened

34. Two characters are best friends but one of them reveals they have romantic feelings. Does the other person feel the same?

35. A sleepover that got very fruity very fast

36. Character A gets bullied. Character B stands up for them

37. All I wanted to do was just to eat my lunch in peace without anyone interrupting

38. For some reason, four people meet up at a playground late at night

39. Baking a cake goes very wrong

40. Character is now a parent and this is a normal day in their life

41. The wedding speech got very chaotic when the speaker accidentally reveals a big secret

42. A band performance that goes very wrong

43. Due to an accident, the whole room is set on fire

44. Someone, somehow, eats lipstick

45. Best friends just going out roller skating and having fun

46. Some characters time travel to the 1960s, visiting places they know in their own time to see how they looked like then

47. Every character is a ghost and haunts a place

48. A family reunion turns chaotic when someone has an announcement

49. Someone forgot that character was living in their house

50. Stepsiblings bond over having insane parents

51. Flashback to a middle/elementary school where two characters does the performance of their lifetime

52. Character A discovers they can fly and Character B discovers they have telekinesis

53. Character/s has to explain to a kid where babies come from

54. Character tries jumping down from a roof with an umbrella, to see if they can fly

55. A secret couple gets exposed, with disasterous results

56. A secret couple gets exposed, but the results aren’t that bad

57. Ordering pizza goes incredibly wrong somehow

58. Everyone thinks two characters are dating and then it’s revealed they don’t even know each other

59. Character gets to re-live a memory from their childhood. Which memory do they choose?

60. How would the world be if Character didn’t exist?

#prompts #drabble prompts #drabble asks #prompt asks #prompt ask

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rebuketheviolent · 1 year

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Elio is @actionsurges' oc: elio eclissi paladin of all time. bahamut's scion. is a redemption paladin with an executioner's greatsword. his holy symbol is a locket with a picture of him and his twin sister. he has a fruity little earring. his arc is about learning to become who HE wants to be not to be who he is SUPPOSED to be. his sister is hot and evil and he's going to love her until she loves herself.

Sigrun is @criticalrolo's oc: Sigrun, human rogue/paladin, went on a permanent camping trip with her dad, got dropped off with her mom the war-lord for the rest of her childhood, made a deal to get Vengeance for the Old Gods in exchange for her life, got a boyfriend and girlfriend and a Monster Hunting Job but then lost them in a portal :( smites with soulblade hand axes and has a horse familiar named Daisy ❤️

Taber is @ice-knife's oc: Taber my darling my blorbo. Taber Lamburn is a trans lady tiefing redemption paladin/fighter, devoted to Ilmater. She was sold by her own family into indentured servitude because they thought she was cursed. They were right, she is, but that doesn't make it fair. She got out herself and has since been trying to figure out who she is and put some good back into the world. She's 6'10" at the top of her head and fights with an axe. One time four separate people were telling her to take a damn break, including her weapon. She's cried in front of Ilmater himself at least three times. Her party uses her as a personal space heater/pre-warmed air mattress. She's recently gotten into her first ever disagreement with her childhood best friend, and she survived! She's even fantasy French!

#paladinpoll #q

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pacinglikeghosts · 2 years

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All Good Things Must End (Tell Me They Begin Again)

fruity four | childhood best friends to strangers to friends to lovers | 3/12 chapters

while this isn’t technically my own fic, it is my brain child with @make-easter-gay-again that he has beautifully put into words, and you all should go read it, especially since the third chapter just got posted today! if you’re looking for some angst (and by some, i mean a lot, but it hurts so good), this is the perfect fic for you (and did i mention the chapters are LONG???). but anyway, the excerpted summary from this most recent chapter to pique your interest:

“He wouldn’t do that, Nance,” Eddie says. “He’s not like them just because they’re his friends too. We aren’t all alike, are we?”

He looks to Robin for backup, but her attention is gone, pulled somewhere else like a dog squinting through branches for a squirrel. Then, she stands abruptly and starts jumping and waving her arms.

“Steve!” she calls. Eddie jumps to his feet too, scanning Robin’s direction and trying not to care about all of the attention that she’s pulling to them. And then, who emerges from the crowd but the man of the hour himself, the king of polo shirts, Steve Harrington. Eddie beams and waves right along with Robin, but Steve doesn’t wave back. Nor does he smile.

layout credits to bunivys, of course!

start from the beginning!

or, if you’ve been reading along already, read the latest chapter here!

#stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things 4 #fruity four #steddie #ronance #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #steve x eddie #nancy x robin #not my fic #but close enough #fic promo

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bmodiwrites · 2 years

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Eddie is 6 years old when he first meets Steve; the boy is beautiful and covered in dripping chocolate ice cream. They're instant friends, spending the entirety of that summer together. When the end of their time together starts to draw near, Eddie comes up with a plan - to marry his best friend. It becomes a trend that Eddie and Steve dance around for more than 20 years of ups, downs, and tragedies. Read to find out what happens when a ring pop and a handful of fake marriages changes both of their lives.

Or - 5 times Eddie & Steve were fake married and the one time they finally get hitched (for real)!!

#steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #eddie munson x steve harrington #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #steve/eddie #eddie/steve #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #fruity four #fruity four as childhood friends #the fruity four as childhood friends #bobbie writes #ao3 links #you've begun to feel like home

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julesomalley · 2 years

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steddie prompts that live rent free in my head and that i wish i had the time to write

period AU where Lady Nancy Wheeler is set to marry Lord Stephen Harrington (a very big, very successful union that their parents are already congratulating themselves for arranging), except A) nancy is in love with her childhood best friend (and housemaid) Robin and B) steve is in love with his father's gardener, Eddie. Basically a fruity four period drama

grocery store AU where Robin challenges Eddie to beat Steve at this employee of the month thing, just to spite him. Eddie has a big fat crush on Steve so he accepts because this is his idea of flirting

college roommates AU where Steve and Eddie meet when they're assigned the same dormroom in college, and at first, they do not get along, at all. i haven't decided on what their majors should be, but i always love when people headcanon Steve would have gone on to study educational sciences or psychology, and Eddie just screams music or art student, i mean

steve and eddie throw a surprise birthday party for their favourite son: dustin (don't tell the others he's their fav tho)

teacher AU where the spicy six are all teachers in the same school and all of their students just live off speculating on their relationships (there's a betting pool going on, led by none other than Max Mayfield)

baking competition AU where steve and eddie both enter the competition and try to kiss beat one another with delicious pastries and cakes (just picture eddie with an apron, his hair white with flour)

and of course, the classic someone gave me their number in a bar but it wasn't actually theirs and now i've just texted a complete stranger the horniest text to ever exist

#steddie #prompts #writing prompts #fanfic prompts #fanfic #feel free to use these as an inspiration for your fics!!#just tag me in them or send me the link if you do #because i want to read all of these so so bad #stranger things

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silverwings22 · 2 years

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Caught in the Crosshairs: Chapter 21 I'm Jealous: Shania Twain

Series warnings: Smut, mind control, canon typical violence, childhood trauma, language, chronic illness

Chapter Warnings: alchohol, jealousy

Translations: cyar'ika: Sweetheart

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"How's it look?" Miria chuckled. Wrecker had escorted her to get stone new clothes for their night out at 79s, and she was hoping she didn't look ridiculous.

"Nice, Gener-" he started.

"Wrecker, what did I say?"

He smiled sheepishly. "You're not a general tonight. Just our friend, Miri."

She beamed. "Very good. Now, how's it look? Not too tight?"

She'd bought a black, high collared and sleeveless dress that hugged her curves sleekly. Her leggings and a pair of arm bands were a rich ultraviolet shade, and her new polished black boots even had a little heel to them. She'd pulled her hair up into a bouncy little two tone ponytail and swapped her red lipstick for purple to match. "You look real pretty. Crosshairs gonna love it."

She grinned, looking at the ring sitting pretty on her left hand. Their promise. "I hope so."

"C'mon. The guys are waiting anyway." He chuckled.

She followed him out to where the other four sat, comfortable in plain clothes mostly of shades of black. Miria peeked around Wrecker's muscled frame. "Ready, boys?"

They looked up and everyone froze. Hunter was the first one to break the silence. "Holy shit, Miri. You been hiding under those robes and armor."

She giggled. "Cross? What do you think?"

"I think everyone needs to get out, we skip the bar, and I peel that off you." He said flatly. "Damn."

She smiled. "We'll have plenty of time after. I've never been to a bar before. I'm excited. "

Echo just chuckled. He was never getting used to the open affection between those two when it was just them around. "I kinda wanna hear that Coruscanti accent slur."

Tech nodded. "Let's go, then."

Miria nodded, making sure her saber was tucked into Crosshair's locked rifle case before they left. "Not gonna carry it?" The sniper asked curiously.

"Not tonight. Alcohol and weaponry seem like a bad combination."

"Thought you said a saber was a Jedis life."

"Then it makes sense I'm putting it with your things." She chuckled.

His expression softened a little. "Yeah."

She reached for his hand and they walked out all together, catching a cab to the bar since none of them planned on being capable of driving.

79s was a bustling bar, typically inhabited by clones but with an interesting sprinkling of other races. Mostly pretty young guys and girls looking to take a soldier home. The group tucked into a back booth, mostly content with each other's company. Hunter and Wrecker were watching a couple twi'lek girls dancing, Tech flagging down a cute zabrak girl with short white hair and face tattoos. She took their orders, grinning as they all ordered an extra drink for Miria to try. She was wedged happily between Crosshair and Echo, looking in wide eyed delight at all the lights and dancers.

When the drinks arrived, the guys lost their minds laughing at her curious trying of them. She lost count of what they had her tasting. Echos beer and Crosshairs whiskey, Tech's scotch, Hunters rum and soda, Wrecker's spotchka, whatever fruity concoctions they'd all picked for her, something sweet and sour that was luminous green under the pulsing lights… and she dutifully took tries of all of them and finished at least four completely.

Her brain felt fuzzy and warm in her head, like it'd come loose of its moorings to rattle about in her skull. "You're red in the face, cyar'ika." Crosshair chuckled.

"Everything's tingly…" she giggled. "Feels funny."

"You are intoxicated, Miri." Tech laughed. "Have you ever been drunk before?"

She shook her head a little too exuberant. "Noooo. Didn't think it'd be so fun!"

"You're adorable." Wrecker snickered. "Wanna come dance with me?"

"Okay!" She giggled, and Echo let her up as she wobbled out of the booth. The lights seemed brighter and the music louder, everything so much. But Wrecker grinned and led her off, and she knew she was safe. Crosshair knew it too, so he didn't mind letting her out of his reach.

"Not going to dance with your girl?" Echo chuckled.

"I don't dance." Crosshair shrugged.

"But you're okay with her dancing with someone else?" Echo looked surprised.

Crosshair took a swallow of his whiskey. "... I trust very few people with Miria." He finally said. "Not most of her Jedi friends, anyway. They left her alone for too long. But… you guys? You'll look out for her. If something happened to me, I know you'd all protect her."

It was the closest any of them ever heard him come to saying they were his best friends. Hell, they were probably the grumpy marksman's only friends. But if he really trusted them with something as precious to him as Miria… Well, they didn't need to hear the words. The message was recieved loud and clear.

The waitress came back with a glass of whiskey and set it in front of him. "This one's on the house."

He cocked an eyebrow. "Thanks…"

She slid up behind his chair, a little too close. "I'm Jaeni, by the way."

Crosshair nodded, not really paying her much attention. He was watching Miria from the corner of his eye, her laugh swallowed by the music as she rocked her hips and shoulders in a sinfully cute and uncoordinated display. He knew she could actually dance, he'd seen her stretching in the morning in a way that looked a lot like Alderaani ballet. Sometimes on the ship, when she thought no one was watching, she'd even twirl around a little when she was doing chores with music in her earpiece…

Jaeni either didn't notice where his eyes drifted or didn't care, ignoring the others to pointedly flirt with him. Tech and Hunter exchanged glances.

Echo tapped the woman's shoulder. "Excuse me, miss, but his girlfriend's right over there."

She smirked. "Dancing with another guy." Her head swiveled back to Crosshair. "You should come dance with me. We'd make her good and jealous."

"She doesn't get jealous." He said automatically. It wasn't exactly true, but she'd always been good at hiding it. The others wouldn't know the difference.

"Then c'mon. No reason not to." She grinned. "If she really doesn't care, then you can take me home after my shift."

"I don't dance." He tried to scoot back from the exploratory hands moving towards him, displeased when they met his chest. "Get off." His voice sharpened a little.

Out on the dance floor, the little bubble of contentment in the Force Miria had been basking in all night burst. She frowned, turning away from Wrecker. "Something's not right…"

No, something was definitely not right. Her eyes fell immediately on the tattooed waitress with her hands on Crosshair and…

Her blood screamed. Who the hell was that woman? Why was she touching her fiance?

Wrecker blinked, noticing her sudden stiffness. "Miri?"

"Who is that?" Miria growled. Her liquor-addled brain was boiling at this point, the careful control she always kept splintering apart like wet flimsi in a gale. She couldn't think, swept under the rush of emotion she could normally control. But right now, drunk, only one thing shrieked sickly green out of her and into the Force.

Jealous.

She started to storm forward, wobbly on her feet.

Jealous. Jealous. Jealous.

Hunter jumped when the light overhead flared suddenly viciously bright and covered his head just as it blew out and rained glass down mostly on Jaeni. The girl shrieked.

Crosshair looked up in time to see his Jedis blazing expression, and his gut twisted.

He knew exactly what was going on in that pretty little head of hers. There was about to be an ugly fight.

He pushed the zebrak off him and got up to intercept his girl as she reached the table. Another light blew, just as loud as the first.

"Miria."

"Who does she think-" Miria was seething, and a third explosion had other bar patrons running out the door.

"Easy, baby girl. Easy. I'm right here." He wrapped her arms tight to her sides.

"She-!"

"Doesn't matter. C'mere, baby. Let's get out of here."

Miria glared daggers at the now terrified zebrak, but Crosshair picked her up off her feet and carried her out before she could actually strangle the life out of the other woman.

Out in the chill of the night air, with the object of her fury out of sight, Miria went pliant and sweet again in his arms, snuggling close. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Cross. I…" she shuddered, the aftershocks of her own emotion making her nauseated. "I didn't mean… I was… she was all over you…"

"I know. It's okay. I didn't like it either." He pulled her to his chest, rubbing her back as she shuddered and tried not to throw up.

She'd lost her temper. She hadn't lost her temper in years. She'd almost… "I was going to hurt her." She whispered, disgusted with herself. "Cross, I was…" she stumbled away from him, eyes huge. "Force, stay away from me…"

"Miria, come here. You're still drunk-"

"I might hurt you." She shook her head. "I almost… oh Force…"

"You won't-" he started, but she shook her head and he spotted tears shining on her cheeks in the streetlight glow. Before he could grab her she was running down the alleyway as fast as her legs could carry her, holding herself upright with the Force to overcome booze and her heels. "Miria!"

The others walked out of the club, startled. "What the fuck just happened?" Hunter murmured, dusting broken glass off his jacket.

"She got jealous." Crosshair growled, sticking a toothpick in his mouth.

"I thought you said she didn't get jealous." Echo frowned.

"I was wrong. But she's still fucking drunk, and alone. We gotta find her before she gets hurt." The sniper hissed.

Hunter nodded. "On it."

Her head was pounding and she'd thrown up behind a trash can three different times after fleeing the bar. But Miria was doggedly determined to keep running.

She'd wanted to hurt someone. A stranger she didn't even know, because she'd put her hands on Crosshair. She was furious with herself for such a sickening thought. After all her preaching about trust and love, she'd been jealous and lashed out in it. Crosshair had every right to be furious with her hypocrisy. She didn't deserve his forgiveness. She didn't deserve to be a Jedi, or a general. She was…. Going to be sick again.

Miria leaned against a wall and puked her guts up for the fourth time, whimpering miserably. Her eyes stung and chest burned from sobbing as she had run. But she didn't know where she was going, or even where she was.

She needed help.

Her hands fumbled her comm up. "A-anakin?" She croaked.

"Miri? You okay?"

"No. I did something awful… I need help…" she whispered. "I knew you wouldn't hate me…"

"Where are you? I'll come get you."

She looked around. "I think I'm in the lower levels now…. I was running. From 79s…"

"Turn your location on. I'll come get you." He repeated. "Tell me what happened."

"I blew up the lights… I almost hurt some girl. I…" A fresh flood stormed down her cheeks. "I was so angry, Anakin. Now everyone's going to hate me! I'll be all alone again!"

Anakin paused. "Miri, have you been drinking?"

She sniffled. "Y-yes… I had a lot of stuff at the bar before…"

"Where's your guys?"

"I… ran away from them… they're mad at me."

"Did they say they were mad?"

She sniffed again. "I did exactly what I told Crosshair not to do… it was worse than what he said to Rex…."

"Just keep telling me about it. I'm on the way. But I'm calling him."

Miria yelped. "Don't call him! I can't…. He's going to be so angry, Anakin. I can't stand it. Please…"

"I won't tell him where you are if he's mad at you. But he's gotta be worried too. Okay? Keep talking."

Miria leaned against the brick wall behind her and sank down, head on her knees. "There was a pretty girl… flirting with him."

"So you got upset?"

"Yes… she was really pretty…." She whispered. "And touching him. All over him…. I wanted to punch her face in so it wouldn't be so pretty…"

"We all get mad sometimes, Miri."

"But I almost did it. Crosshair stopped me… but I broke a bunch of lights…. I might hurt him, too." She was so tired now, her floaty brain giving way to a bone deep exhaustion begging her to just lay down and give up on holding her scattered thoughts. "I told him not to be jealous… and he's gonna hate me…"

Anakin, in a skycar, pulled up another screen on his comm. "Crosshair?"

"Little busy, Skywalker." The sniper indeed sounded pissed.

"It's midnight, do you know where your Jedi is?" Anakin chuckled.

"If I fucking knew where she was, I wouldn't be-"

"I've got her location. Relax." Anakin couldn't help but smile. This was a dysfunctional family he was a part of. "How mad at her are you?"

"I'm not mad at her." The man's voice quieted a little. Whatever background, most likely the rest of the batch following Hunter tracking Miria, quieted. "I'm fucking confused, Skywalker. She's never been like this."

"She's not a doll, Crosshair. She's got feelings, including that one. I guess a little liquor just loosened the top she keeps on it."

"More than a little, for her." Crosshair finally sighed. "She's by herself. Where is she so I can go find her?"

"She thinks you're gonna hate her."

"That's stupid and she's drunk."

"I know. I'm sending you the coordinates." Anakin chuckled again. "I'll pick you up. Call when you find her. "

"... will do." The clone hung up. "This way. She's twelve klicks from the fucking bar."

"How the fuck did she get that far that fast?" Echo blinked.

"Jedi bullshit. She called Skywalker." Crosshair grumbled. "She… thinks we're all pissed at her."

Wrecker shook his head. "She's hammered."

"Yeah. We'll sort it out later. Let's go get her."

It took them another half an hour hauling ass to find the alleyway Miria was huddled up in. Crosshair pushed his way to the front of the pack and crouched in front of her. "Miria?"

Sleepy, tearful eyes peeked up from behind her hands. "I'm sorry…"

"Hey, it's okay. C'mere, we're gonna take you home." He murmured. "You need a bath and a nap." She smelled strongly of booze and sweat, and faintly of vomit and tears. A mess if he'd ever seen one.

"Please don't hate me…" she whimpered. Great, she was an emotional drunk.

"Never could. You trust me, right?" He held a hand out.

She nodded and hesitantly took it. Her skin was freezing against his. "Trust you."

He carefully pulled her to his feet, flicking his comm up. "Got her."

"Oh good, I'm not late. " a skycar pulled up at the end of the alleyway, Anakin grinning in the pilot's seat. "Need a lift?"

They piled in, Miria a melted puddle of sadness in her sniper's lap in the back. Hunter was glad it was an open top car, because she reeked of misery.

Crosshair just rubbed her hands to warm them up, not saying much as Anakin chuckled and joked with Echo. Everyone was relieved to find their wayward Jedi. Even the usually more wayward one.

He dropped them off at the hotel. "Get her to call when she's sober. I'm making fun of her for this." he said fondly before taking back off to where he'd been interrupted from, Padme's apartment.

The guys headed back to their rooms, Crosshair taking Miria to his. He sat her on the couch lightly. "Stay here. Don't run off again."

She nodded, rubbing her wet cheeks on her fists pitifully. Maker, she looked so tiny right now. It was mostly the way she curled into herself, like she was expecting a storm to break over her.

He went to the fresher and ran a bath, rubbing his temples as he waited for the tub to fill. There was a proper way to handle this, he knew there was, but this was not his area of expertise. She was the comforting one, the one who put him back right when he was angry or guilty. What would she tell him if she was sober and he'd fucked up?

Once the water was run he went back for her. "Come on. You'll feel better when you're clean." He scooped her under her hips and back, carrying her back to the fresher. He peeled off the dress she was wearing, faintly wishing this was more fun. He'd wanted to get her naked tonight, but not like this.

Once she was bare, he set her in the water. "Not too hot?"

"N-no…"

"Good. Let me take care of you a minute. You had a rough night."

Miria let him scrub her down and wash her hair, closing her eyes when he rinsed the soap off her. "I'm sorry, Crosshair."

"Don't be. You're okay." He sighed. "I… let it get that bad."

"I blew out the lights and tried to get in a fight with a stranger.'

"I took your patience for granted, Miria. I should have told that girl off." He ran his thumb, damp with soapy water, across her cheek. "I was trying not to be an asshole to her, and put you in a bad spot."

"I'm a hypocrite. I did what I asked you not to do…" she hugged her arms around herself. "You must think I'm terrible…"

He huffed. "You think that about me when I got in that fight with Rex?"

"Of course not…"

He chuckled. "You see my point. Come on, you need to brush your teeth." He pulled her from the water and wrapped her in a towel.

After he gently bullied her to the sink and she'd gotten rid of the evidence of her back alley nausea, he carried her back to the bed. "Feel better, cyar'ika?"

"I messed everything up…." She hiccupped weakly as he climbed in behind her and pulled her to his chest, ignoring her wet hair. "Jedi aren't supposed to be jealous."

"Ever consider that's part of the problem? You're allowed to feel stuff. I hope you do, otherwise why the fuck do you like me?" He pressed his lips against the back of her neck. "Yeah, you lost your temper for a minute. Probably not your best look. But… considering all the times you could have and didn't, I'd say the odds are in your favor. Maybe we don't let you drink quite that much again. Just one or two."

"Are you honestly going to chalk this… mess up to a learning experience?" She flushed.

"Yeah. And it's a little fucked up, but it was kinda hot watching you get worked up. At least until the crying started. Makes me feel special." She could feel the smirk on her skin. "I'm the one Miss Perfect loses it for."

"I'm far from perfect, Cross."

"You wouldn't like me if you were. And I don't want perfect, anyway. I want you, temper and all." He chuckled quietly. "Go to sleep, cyare. I'll be here in the morning. When you're feeling better, we're all gonna give you so much shit."

"Oh noooooooo." Miria groaned, pulling her blanket over her head.

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