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Steddie playing that couple’s game testing how much you know about your partner. Eddie is asked “What is Steve’s favorite fruit?”
Eddie, grinning, holds up his sign that just says “Me.”
Steve, pinching the bridge of his nose, holds up his sign that says “It’s peaches but he wrote ‘me.’”
Hi so I’ve not watched stranger things but I’ve been reading a lot steddie fics so I had an idea
Steve-Finney Blake (Black Phone)
Chrissy-Gwen Blake (Black phone)
Mrs. Harrington and Mrs. Cunningham are sisters.
Chrissy’s visions means she knows what’s coming and Steve has his ghosts.
Steve/Eddie and Chrissy/Robin with fake relationship Steve/Robin and Eddie/Chrissy because 80’s and homophobia.
Steve being an absolute mom to the kids with Eddie giving severe dad energy
Lots of medieval court metaphors for high school hierarchy.
Oooh, okay that sounds good. But it is kinda funny that I've never watched black phone and you've never watched stranger things lol.
I honestly love the au's where steddie and buckingham have their fake swapped straight relation ship because, well, time era homophobia, but because behind closed doors its the sweetest romance between them (as in stevexeddie and robinxchrissy)
It KILLS me but I'm a suckered for it
THIS‼
STWG daily prompt 5/11/23
prompt: daylight savings
pairing/character(s): steddie and their little kid who is somewhere between 12 and 18 months old idk how babies work
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The sound of babbled yells wake Steve up abruptly, and from the way he feels Eddie tense up where he's sprawled out over Steve's chest, he figures he's awake as well.
"Your turn." Steve grumbles, stubbornly keeping his eyes shut and turning his head away from the baby monitor. (They don't even need it at this point, Lydia's loud enough down the hall on her own. It's just to soothe their own anxieties about not hearing her somehow.)
It might seem mean of him to not jump up to go to his baby, but he knows what each of her cries mean. And this one is barely a cry at all, more of her yelling her current favourite cycle of words. Dada, papa, baba, and dog are the current ones.
"Dadadadadada. Dadadadada!" She's currently yelling, sounding like she's right up against the baby monitor. She might be, is probably standing up in her crib and holding onto the bars while she calls for them.
Eddie groans, and finally starts to move.
"'s too early, what the fuck." He murmurs after his warmth leaves the bed, and Steve finally opens his eyes to glance at their alarm clock. It reads 5:24AM. Usually she at least lets them sleep until 6:30. Although...
"Didn't the clocks change last night?" He asks quietly, words becoming more intelligible now he's a little more awake. He vaguely remembers turning the clocks in the house back by an hour when they went to bed last night, in preparation.
"Fuck. Yeah." Eddie sighs, and then finally walks out of the room.
Steve snuggles back into his pillows, and closes his eyes again. But before he can start drifting back into the realm of sleep, he hears Eddie's voice through the baby monitor, higher pitched in the way he usually talks to Lydia.
"Hiya, Lyds. You're up early today, huh?"
"Papapapapapa."
"Yeah, that's me. You know, you're supposed to turn your clocks back so you don't wake up so early. Lemme help you with that, I think your clock is in your tummy."
And Steve grins to himself as Eddie makes exaggerated mechanical noises with his mouth and Lydia giggles afterward. Eddie's sound effects dissolve into chuckles too eventually.
What a lovely sound to fall back asleep to.
drop dead gorgeous
Chapter Two: We fucked up.
Part 1
My ao3
That same scenario runs through his head over and over on repeat the entire walk home, and it was bad enough that he was out of cigs or else he'd be turning to crying or something.
It's all he's thinking.
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘴 𝘥𝘰, 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵. 𝘛𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘢, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵, 𝘈𝘭𝘳𝘰. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴? 𝘈 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘵?
Sighing, he drags his feet over and over to get home with a deep pout and frown on his lips. He just wants to go home. He doesn’t want this lifestyle anymore. Not the fame or… not the fame it brings. He's not happy. It's doesn't feel right to be here, controlling and being supposed to look after people when he can't even look after himself. Twenty eight years old and he can't even do that: take care of himself. It's pathetic.
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Opening the door to he and Manjusha's shared.. apartment(?), he drags himself inside with slumped shoulders and a pout. Making the smart decision to at least close the door before slowly trudging his way to the kitchen after stopping by the couch and grabbing a blanket to tightly wrap around himself like his mom used to - But it's /his/ blanket, his worn to softness, rocket blanket that nobody else can touch, not even Manny- before trudding all the way to the fridge. Cool-aid seems like the only thing Manjusha will let him drink these days, after what happened.. he doesn’t think the scar will fade. But at least it wasn’t all that bad.. right? Right-?
But a loud clatter coming from his bedroom tears him out of his thought, already in a bad enough mood given today, not to mention that he's all out of red cool aid.
Taking in a sharp and shakey breath -don’t fucking cry, you pussy- he waddles a little closer to where the sound had come from. His upset pout quickly gone when hearing the commotion, just to be replaced by a scared kid. Arlo may be an odd 6ft something, but helped by the day he's had with all the sounds, bright coulors and lights, he though it was safe enough for him to put his gaurd down even just for a little bit. But he was wrong. He's always wrong.
So instead of walking closer, he quietly whimpers to himself. Stood frozen in the middle of the kitchen with a kids blanket wrapped tight around him and unshed tears in his eyes, he watches as what made the loud sound walks out of his room.. he can't move from the spot he's in, there's so many monsters it could be..
𝘧𝘶- 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵, 𝘔𝘴. 𝘉𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪'𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘥-
And oh.
It's…. Dave.
"Ah- shit. I /seriously/ need to ask Arlo what the hell that is-"
Oh.
Of all people, It's Dave who has to see a scared, younger looking Arlo stood terrified in his kitchen. Eyes glasses over with what could be tears, or just that childlike way his eyes get when seeing something particular. Not that he'd know exactly, but he's seen it first hand, and yep- okay. He's crying.
"Uh, shit, hey man. It's- hey, it's okay. I wasn't trying to rob you guys-" and, okay. Internally he's cursing himself for not parking his car out front, but he didn't know this would happen, okay??? He wad just trying to do something kind, and..
"I am NOT doing that, are you kidding me??? Look, Sasha-"
"No, Dave, shut UP. /You/ are going to fix this, and /you/ are going to cheer him up if it costs you fucking everything just because I can’t be there for him. You're basically like an older brother to Arlo" Sasha exclaims while looking at Dave through her glammed out mirror, trying to get 'these damn lashes on-'
"I have known him for two MONTHS! How does that make me- I'm just not. That guy fucking hates me and I'm not going to go babysit him because he can't take care of himself"
And oh did that hit something in Sacha.
Tightening the grip on her tweazers, Sasha visibly shakes in anger with a glare as she turns in her stool. Trying and failing to fully control herself as she stands up, dropping her prized tweazers and poking Dave hard in the chest when face to face.
"Arlo is, /NOT/ a fucking child" she grits, voice thinly avoiding the tone of pure murder before continuing.
"That boy has been through so fucking much just to be here, and don't think for a /second/ that he's keeping you here out of pity and not because he's the sweetest fucking person you'll ever meet. That 'Manchild' is who's giving you a fucking job and you're going to help him when I can't. Say no one more fucking time and you can see what it's like being in a coma for twenty years. Got it?" she says lowly through gritted teeth as she looks Dave dead in the eye. Shit she's gotten closer-
"Yes. Yeah- I- I've got it. Got it." He says with shaken breath and a stiff nod acompanied with a tight smile to sell that he knows Sasha's being seriously, and that he much appreciates being alive once she mentioned it.
And with that, she nods and steps back enough for Dave to realise he needs to breath. Not realising he'd been holding his breath.
"Good. You better make sure he's okay, I'm not fucking kidding /Dave/." Sasha spits as she backs up, putting on a fake smile after checking her hair in the mirror and throwing the thin strap of her bag over he shoulder. Spitting out his name like it was some sort of poison she didn't want on her breath anymore.
Just finished magic funhouse and I cant stop thinking about how Arlo must feel like he has to excel at all times because he feels like his success on the show is what is keeping his makeshift family together and he is constantly afraid of being left behind while everyone lives their lives and he's stuck in one place again :( could you please write a fic where dave might take him out to like an arcade or skating or just something they both missed out on in their childhood to show that Arlo means more to them than mr. marble ❤ I'm always down for romantic and sweet but can be platonic and sweet too ❤
Oooh, the ideas are already flowing. To be fair, I will keep it platonic, but I think this would fit really well into the fic I'm currently working on (first chapter is already on ao3, I'm working on putting it on wattpad soon too just for the sake of it)
If it's not in chapter 2, I can almost grunted it will be in chap 3:)
The more I type, the more I'm loving this little blurb almost, and the more I want to right it.
But if that wasn't a solid answer, YES‼
Fuck, I love this coulor pallet so much
“Turns out being toxic in the streets ain’t that different from being toxic in the workplace”
THEM‼
They're so.. 🥺🤲🦠🫀💚❤️💚❤️
They be doing goo goo eyes to each other!!! Heart eyes!!! Going all mushy and soft and giddy!!!!
ranboolive
OH. MY HEART
Bryce finale was fantastic!! I LOVE THESE TWO
just a little otgw AU with steve and dustin for halloween :)
so what if I sucked his dick. his knuckles were split and bloody from defending my safety and my honour what else was I supposed to do
I think about the original almost everyday, NEW FOOD!!!
Happy Halloween with this redraw🎃👻
Daddy issues, Mommy issues. He's got issues, doesn't he?
Part 1 of my new Arlo fic :)
She drops the fucking cards, all of-
"No- stop that, stop." He sighs leaning forward to rest his face in his hand before getting up with a huff.
"I'm jus' gone have a little bit of private time, jus' one moment.." he says with a faked, happy tone an smile. Not denting that it's faked anymore.
As Arlo walks away and behind the set of hit Tv30 kids show 'Magic FunHouse', all that is heard is a raw, loud "FUUUUUUUUUCK!" before loud footsteps grow quieter and quieter. The show left on and running.
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"That fuckin' bitch, embarrassing me like that in front of- move!" He mutters to himself as he strips of his disguise 'Mr. Marble', who the fuck even thinks of that, I mean really. A fucking marble is what I could come up with? I'm such a fucking idiot.
"Oh, hey. So Arlo- what the hell!?" Sasha backs up with a sour expression as Arlo shoves by, throwing off his wig and hat as if it was offending him to the highest degree.
"I don’t want to hear it Sacha, fuck off"
And, okay, rude. Arlo's an asshole and all, but he 's never been this bitter towards her, not even when… she's supposed to be his friend.
"Arlo-??"
But he's gone and out of sight before there's any more protest to be had.
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With stomping feet he rushes past Sasha, save for their fucked interaction, but right now he just want to. Just doesn’t. He can feel like shit about talking to Sasha like that later, right now he just wants to get home and away from all this fucking coulor. Which, great. It was the uber driver that he'd had on the fucking show, way to go numbnuts. Walking home again, aren't you smart.
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"I don’t want to be heere, my feet huuurt" he whines, tugging on his moms pant leg as he looks up to her with a pout. He never really liked the park, always had to play by himself in the sand. Nobody else wanted to play astronauts with him.
"Who don't you go play with the others, sweetie? I'm sure they wont mind, hun." His mother, Darla, sweetly says. A not-so-there smile on her face.
"But momm-"
"Arlo. You're a big boy now, go play with the others. Daddy said your his big strong boy, okay? Show 'em that you are." She says with a softer tone, bending down to wipe the mud off of Arlo's cheek with the reassurance. But even at six, Arlo knew that wasn't true. Mommy and Daddy fight all the time, Ms.Bory said so too.
With a huff and a deeper pout, he stomps off into the sand. His little feet making a small thud as he marches over to the swing set hoping to find a friend. But nothing's ever been easy for little Arlo, has it. Looking up from his journey to the swings, he sees a little girl getting pushed off some sort of box. So /that's/ where the music was coming from. But before he can come to that full realisation, he sees five kids ganging up on that girl and throwing hackey sacks at her. Her singing was nice, and he didn't like that it was gone now.
Without a second thought, he stands up as tall as he can, and stomps on over to the bullies. Punching one square in the nose just like he seen Daddy do to make the man at the arcade to give Arlo his tickets back. That man was loud, but so is he.
Nodding to himself he moves onto the next one and does the same thing. Quickly moving to punch the other in the gut, uppercutting the next just like he seen that wrestler guy do, and head butting the last boy. Daddys big, strong boy. Didn’t even cry this time, even if he hurt his nose hurting the last boy.
"Thank you, my hero!"
Arlo turn his head to see the girl stepping down off her box with a smile and an arm held out politely.
He nods a little to himself at seeing her and does the same, because that's the right thing he's supposed to do, right?
"I'm Arlo, Arlo Dittman" he says looking down to her hand before quickly remembering 'its not polite to not look someone in the eyes, sweetie'.
"Sacha, Sacha Barbican" the girl says with a grateful smile, shaking Arlo's hand.
"ARLO-!" A voice yells from across the park, breaking the peace and staring at the two as she approaches.
"Arlo, it's time to go, honey" she says with a sweeter… fake, tone. A cracked smile to match with it it, too.
Later that day, Arlo had Sacha over for dinner. Mom heard all about how he was a big boy today and helped Sacha from trouble, but dear old Dad wasn't having it. Especially not when Sacha went as far as to compliment Moms cooking.
"Oh fuck you, /she/ microwaved it-"
He knows better than to act shocked, but he thought that- he thought that his time might be different…
"It's because you haven't fixed the goddamn oven! I am so sick of-"
"OH IM GONNA KILL YA BITCH-!"
Turning to quickly grab Sacha's hand, he knew it was time to go when Mom and Dad started to reach for each others neck over the table. Mom said he wasn’t supposed to know that part happened.
"I'm sorry my Mom an Dad had too much juice today and became expressive.." he says with a slightly sad, but sorry, tone.
"Thank you for rescuing me from my two bad situations today" Sacha says, sitting across from him on the sidewalk with a cool-aid, one of the cool blue ones. But he always preferred the red.
"You can count on me Sacha" he says with a new smile as he raises his red cool-aid in the air to cheers, to celebrate getting out of their situations together.
IS EXACTLY WHAT IVE BEEN SAYING
i may be gay but god damn she could step on me in those red heels and id thank her
Chapter three: And Who Said Love Was Dead? I Sure Didn't.
(Part 2)
Ao3 @Arloooh
Gasping and clutching where her own heart once was, Bryce drops to her knees, putting an arm out to keep herself up. What the fuck was Bobby doing here, he's supposed to be...
"GET THE FUCK OFF OF HER!" Bobby all but screetches, in a tone bryce had never heard before... Is he.. crying-? Whatever- I can worry about that later, my fucking hearts exploding here.
There's maybe twenty people around her, maybe a hundred, hell if she knows.
Gasping and coughing, she keeps her head hung low as arms grapple at her sides and arms. She's wheezing by the time Bobby gets to her, not knowing how he'd suddenly appeared right infront of her when being a football pitch away just moment before. Or maybe it has been long, she doesn't know, her fucking heart is failing.
Well wasn't this a way to go out, I finally made it to graduation only for this stupid heart to fail after seeing him again. Who said love was dead?
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"I SAID, /OFF!/" Bobby yells, yanking prying arms and hands off of Bryce as if she was his to hold. He kneels down as fast as he can, not knowing what the fucks going on but he needs to fix it, and quick. Internally cursing "what the fuck whatthefuckwhatthefuck-" on repeat with staggered breaths, Bobby grabs on to Bryce's shoulder to help her up and off of her knees only for her to groan in pain now lying on her side. When did her face get so pale? When- when the fuck did her eyebags get so dark? Is she a fucking vampi-
"Bobby.." she says clawing a hand across the floor. He looks to her with baited breath, wait this isn't how it's supposed to happen, not like this- THIS ISNT HOW ITS SUPPOSED TO END- "one of you dickbags help me up, and don't fuck up this hair-" she says with that 1960's tone, the sound of authority in her voice that the men around can't help but oblige, but not without Bobby clawing at them to get back while yelling about how "this isn't how it's supposed to end, I'm not- IT ISN'T FAIR!"
And, oh- they're EMT'S. They've been here the whole time trying to pry him off of Bryce.
"Sir, you need to- stop- sir, you need to calm down-"
"YOU CAN'T TAKE ME AWAY FROM HER! SHES NOT- I'VE WAITED SO LONG-" He yells as arms surround his and lock under his armpits, trying to keep him still so he can be dragged away kicking and screaming with marks all over his arms from the EMT'S efforts. He can see at least a good ten people surrounding Bryce as she groans for "you to get off me, prick! Fix this, asshole!" But that doesn't ease Bobby, if not make him want to get back over to her even more.
But he's being dragged away for his wounds.
"No. You need to calm down and /sit/" the stern, albeit soft, voice of the EMT says, pushing him down onto a bench nearby with the slow fall of two other paramedics lowering him down to sit. Bobby looks to him with furrowed brows and a scowl "..YOU CANT JUST-" His efforts for fighting back are quickly shut down as another puts a hand over his mouth, proffesional, right? Effectively shutting him up. He gives an stern look to the EMT infront of him and slowly licks his hand to give him his freedom back, a devilish smile on his face for just a split second as the man wipes his hand away. But Bobby's soon back to the same attitude.
"Tell me what the fuck is happening with Bryce or I swear to shit I WILL GIVE YOU A FUCKING SEX CHANGE!" he yells, teeth bare and sharp as he tries his best to move and kick out of the paremedics grasp, but before one could get a word in, he frees himself out of their joint grasp after biting ones arm enough to draw blood. What? He was too close.
Bobby allbeit bolts to Bryces side where she's being loaded onto a stretcher into the back of an ambulance. It wasn't hard to find her when anyone within a 10 mile radius can hear her yelling. The only people by her side are paremedics, not a parent to be found.
Before he can reach for her, there's multiple men tackling him to the ground before he can get away.
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Location: 'whatever the fucks' local hospital.
Bryce is rushed into the loading dock and wheeled through the corridors and doorways, Bobby soon following behind as he sticks to the back of a paramedic, hoping to get in and through to Bryce. He doesn't know what the fucks going on and he can't lose her, not again. He's waitied almost ten years and isn't going to have Bryce ripped away from him again.
But he's soon ushered into a waiting room.. cell? He falls to the hard, cold floor and is met with shutting doors. Scrambeling to get to his feet, he's already yelling and screaming, pulling at the bars of this cage.
"Calm your ass down. Lady got you down, kid?" A stern voice calls. And glaring to the side he spots an, officer? Something of the sort. Broad and tall, definitely the build of authority.
Before yelling back, Bobby scowls with an angry expression, one knowing that he won't win this fight. With gritted teeth he gets out "No lady's got me down, and I'm not a fucking kid, shitbag. Why am I here." There's an uneasy rage to his voice that no doubtlessly registers to the officer.
"Well then what's got you down, son? Mama got hurt?" The man asks with a gruff voice, looking way too interested in what Bobby's got to say that it actually irritates his soul. You're not /supposed/ to care about me. No one does.
"No.. my fucking GIRLFREINDS HAD SOME SORT OF FUCKING HEARTATTACK-SEISURE SHIT AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCKS GOING ON, SO STOP /CARING/ ABOUT ME AND LET ME OUT OF THIS FUCKING CELL!" He screams as his balls fist up while clutching the bars, voice going higher in the way it always has when he screams. Not noticing what he'd said in the heat of the moment, but before he knows it he's being berugantly let out of his cell by a scared looking man.
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Squinting her bleary eyes, Bryce opens her eyes to a bright light and the smell of sanitation. Y'know, I didn’t think hell would be this nice. And then there's a flashing light.
"-ust? Ms. Tankthrust? Ma'am, we know you're awake." A nurse instructs with the click of a flashlight. Okay, so not hell, but close.
"What 'd fuck..." she slurs, her signature tone lost to the anesthetic.
"Bryce, you've had surgery. We had to get a second party to approve your form with your mother denying to pay a fee. Do you know of a Bobby Worst? ..ma'am?"
Bryce stares up to the nurse with a blank expression, save for her furrowed brow. Since when did Bobby change his name to wors-? "Wuh, I-... I'm sorry, you said a Bobby Worst?" she asks, voice in awe, but now more awake and aware. Her now signature tone present. "Yes. He's here to see you actually if-"
"Bryce.."
Hi
The meme from the Barbie movie of them in the prison but it’s Bryce and Bobby. I can’t draw but I needed to inflict that image on others
Oh now that is something I want to see, give me a day or two and I'll @ you in the photo once I do it :D
Do you roleplay? :) /gen /pos
It honestly depends, if I did it wouldn't be the type where it like *he says ect..* it'd be more like what I do on Instagram. I've got an account on there where It's just sam (phitts) posting pictures and stuff saying the most random shit :)
Chapter Two of my Bryce fic: Another Chance To Fuck Up
(@Arlooh on ao3)
June 17th, i've worked so fucking hard to get back into this grey ass state and not even her bitche of a mom will let me talk. It's, not, FAIR. I only know that shes graduating because unique fucking monique and her excuse of a boyfriend have been yelling at each other outside the milkshake mania. I'm trying to sit at the fucking bus stop, not see a whore yell about how she gave her heart to him. Fuck that.
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Looking into the mirror of the thrift store changing room, he scans himself up and down, looking for any signs of "hey, I'm fucking poor, mind kicking my ass back to the penitentiary please?" as he forces himself to stand still and stop bouncing on the balls of his feet.
He's fucking nervous.
Wiping his hands down his jeans, giving himself a stern and harsh "whispered" talking to (he's been yelling into the mirror for 10 minutes, some employee as been asking him to leave for the better part of that, he won't) and fixing what makeup he has on, he turns and leaves the changing room. Giving a polite "Screw off, asshole!" and middle finger to the worker and swifly walking out without paying for a thing, only after sliding a sick pair of sunglasses off some dude waiting in line.
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But all that worry leads him to now, jumping a fence into the graduation event at 'Whatever the fuck' high school, so what if the entery was free, this is cool.
The first thing he sees is probably the last person he wants to see, Tacky Tammy in the fucking flesh. And god, she looks worse than the last he seen her. That fucking bitch.
Quickly avoiding that mess, he runs off to the right where he can hear people chatting, yelling, the typical American slang, and to behind the bleachers where he can finally fucking breath. He's only been up a few hours and yet it feels like hes been up for days, all the while having the energy to fight the thing people call god. "Where ever that old bastard is, he sure had a shit plan for me" he hisses as he lights up the last cigarette he's got, stole it from some homeless guy lastnight and yet it doesn’t make him feel any better about it.
But blasting speakers, which are WAY to fucking loud mind you, go off right by my fucking ear "Five minutes till showtime everyone! I hope you've got your disposables ready! And no /flash/ please, thank you" God. Fucker sound like an asshole to be around, fucks he got to be so stern for. And why the fuck would someone flash the crowd at a high school. This isn't the big bang, we don't need to see that you bleached your ass, Marissa. But shit, 5 minites till showtime. And I was calling it that before grandpa over he did anyways..
He can barely see through the crowd of green gowns and capes to even see the stage from here, it takes him all of 5 minutes to climb out of the prison that is bleachers pressed to a wire fence. Good thing he's scrawny of else he wouldn’t have been able to get out in time to see the show that is Bryce Tankthrust. Fuck. To think that he ever hated her for what happened. All the hate he'd ever bared for Bryce washes away in a second at seeing her up on that stage, when did she straighten her hair? Whatever.
She looks fucking /good/, greens definitely my favorite coulor. Fuck, she can take green if it means he can see her like she is now. Even in a graduation gown.
And for the first time in a long time, he smiles. Bobby smiles because fuck is he happy. He didn’t /mean/ to look like a smug bastard, even if he is. He's just happy. But nothing ever goes right for him does it. Bryce looked at him, right in the eye, could you belive that? But he just smiled back, but not when her prideful smile turned down and into shock. He hasn't seen that face since.. since he threw up all over her heart, the one that she took out for him to profess her love. Fuck. Shit, SHIT.
He hasn't ran that fast in, ever. The second he seen Bryce drop, clutching where her heart is (right?) fuck, did he really do that much damage? He didn’t think it was /that/ bad, he just wanted to surprise Bryce after escaping and... he just ran through that crowd. Over the people who were starting to pile up on the stage, he didn’t give a /fuck/ if he got sent back now or to some place worse for doing what he did and all but growling for security to get off her, Bryce was fucking hurt and it was all his fault.
Bobby absolutely took this photo and no-one can convince me otherwise.
A nice date by the beach at the carnival? Yes. Did they kiss at the top of the ferris wheel? Abso-fuckin-lutely.
But looking over to Bryce, he snaps a photo of her. Up high, looking over the sea of people and flashing lights. All Bobby knows, is that if he can't rule the god damn world, he's got something even better in front of him for everyone to see instead. To be jelouse that a woman like her chose to be with Bobby, just some horny terrorist and his evil wife. Her and a super villain, yeah. He likes the sound of that.
Chapter one - An opportunity
A continuation of my previous Bryce graduation post.
(uploading here before ao3 (@Arloooh), I suggest not looking at my other bryce graduation post if you don't want to be spoilt!!)
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You see, it all happened almost ten years ago to the day. It was like any normal summers day in school, bright uniforms and freah air, until unique monique and her stupid boyfriend exchanged vows (a fart machine) and became official. Boyfriend and girlfriend. And boy was it a sight to see, no longer was Bryce the main act, but these two losers who hugged like they were happy. /happy/. Something Bryce hasn't felt in years, not since she ripped her own heart out for Bobby only for the boy to empty his lunch all over it. She stormed away that day, stabbing Bobby's dad and stomping on what was left of her now broken heart, in two with glitter spilling out like some stupid analogy she'll get later in life.
But that was then, and now is now. And today's graduation day.
God has she had waited years for this. Having her heart ripped out only to have a shittier one put back in by "Dr" Paul from down the street, the /mortician/. But looking across the crowd that was once her playing game, pawns to put into place, she can't help the inkling of pride she feels knowing she won't be just like her mom. That she isn't just anothet high school dropout who swindels cash for a living. She's a top grade student who may have finessed a thing or two to get here, but she's finally here and that's all that matters. Not caring for the people that are around her. Sure, Cindy's a nice girl, pretty hair and straight teeth, but she's just a freind. She's no Bobby.
Fuck. Bobby.
It's been almost ten years, and even without her own heart to feel, she still can't get over what she did. What she's done. To the boy who, for a short ammount of time, she truly loved. But she's not sure she can call it that anymore, not sure she deserves to yearn for him after doing something like that. No matter the sleepless nights she's had week after week, or the notebooks full of apologies and dreams she could have lived out with him. With bobby. With... her Bobby.
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Putting on a practiced smile, she shakes her head and follows the crooked line of soon to be previous classmates. Not bothering to look out for dear ol ma'. She's probably off swindeling princaple Higgans for cash anyways, she can’t keep her eyes off a cash cow when she sees an opportunity like that appear dressed in tight suits.
There's filtered out chatter and banter around her as she walks in line, the speakers going off shutting down her day dream real quick. "Five minutes till showtime everyone! I hope you've got your disposables ready! And no /flash/, thank you." God. As if that entitled old dustbag has even seen a camera, you can't turn off the flash, prick. Not even that fancy camera mom stole could turn off that damn flash. Whatever, I'm almost up anyways.
Just a couple more people and here I am, shit, that really is alot of people.
Looking over the crowd of graduates and parents alike, Bryce smiles. Truly smiles. Shes proud of what shes done, dredging her way through school after falling off her high horse all those years ago, but still remaning the powerful women she is now. Scanning the crowd, she looks for her mom, for the sliver of hope that she'll find her looking up and smiling back at her, smiling back with pride. But as she looks across the vast crowd, she spots a fermilliar smile by the bleachers and oh my god-
Who knew seeing him would cause this rickety old heart to finally fail, ten years did me good huh..
Hey!! Just a heads up that my asks/questions are open if anyone's wanting me to write little post/ficlet or situation (as in "sam comes the the realisation that he's not so straight after all because of this, ect..) about any BRCU characters :) but I gotta say, I really do have a softspot for Arlo, Sam and Worstthrust :D
And maybe I'll expand some into full fics because God knows this community needs more :')
“I’m dying sacha” while he lays down and smokes is the funniest shit
"You Broke The News!" Is out, during the escape route we get to bunker.. with a new group..
Now I see Donna, that's 100% her, BUT WHERE IS SAM?? YOURE TELLING ME MY BOY IS DEAD??? WHERE IS HE????
Hands down one of the best things ive ever made!! Im proud of my composition :)
(Closeups under the cut)
I know this is one of Brandons graduation photos, but I can't help but think of Bryce.
I know that little Brycies mam (mom?) Took her out of school when she was around 8, but for the sake of this, she finished school with the double diva diversion ect, still happening.
If anyone was going to be proud of her for graduating, for losing the boy she gave her literal heart to but surviving until graduation all those years later, you're damn right it's going to be herself. Even if her mom only showed up to pocket anything she could from bystanders and try swoon the principle for cash, she's ultimately what got herself here. Not her mom using /her/ sticky fingers to scrape by on rent and steal from former classmates, no, she's who dragged herself through school knowing that she's the one who did that to Bobby. To the boy she loved, loves? Wherever he is, she misses him and her heart breaks more and more each time she thinks of him.
So yeah, you could say she might have had a sharp breath or two when she sees a familiar face across the bleachers by the entrance, looking right back at her with that damn smile. Her face drops from the practised smile it once was, it's been almost ten years, she doesn't think her heart can take it. The shock. Seeing /Bobby/?
She tries to run after being stuck in place, but she drops. She drops to the ground, a hand clutching over where her heart once was as she gasps for air. For air that won't come. Seems like the heart "Dr" Paul, the /mortician/ gave her, won't last a lifetime after all.
She never was good at avoiding stress.
Angst idea 😈💕
Steve cutting off the party after he continuously is attempting to show hints he’s not ok emotionally and needs someone but keeps getting brushed off. With the passive “oh we all feel like that” “is it really that big a deal still” “so? We survived right” “oh just let it go” all about hinting he’s still not ok from the upside down but the others have each other, everyone has someone. So Steve just starts closing off and it starts with not coming to things all the time, then doing the bare minimum of driving the kids, and just going to work on a loop until he stops all that too. Robins been off work now too since she’s packing for college with Vickie. So literally no one notices until Eddie does….
Hehehehe ideas Lexi ideas 😈 was gonna do anon but fuck it
This ask is over a month old because I’m so goddamn behind on these, but here we are! Some angst with a dash of hurt/comfort for my favorite lil angst gremlin💛
Steve Isn’t Coping
It starts small.
Being around his friends and the kids doesn’t sound as fun anymore. It’s feel draining and like maybe he should’ve stayed home and wallowed in bed instead.
He still shows up to things for a while, determined not to let anyone see that the world feels like a heavy burden resting on his shoulders alone. He’s strong though. A leader in the group. The brave and fearless one. Cracking isn’t allowed.
So Steve agrees to driving The Party places and he shows his face here and there as much as feels necessary so that nobody finds out.
But it’s hard. Getting dressed is hard. Taking a shower is hard. Being around people who love him and think he’s indestructible is so fucking hard.
And Jesus Christ, he actually does try to speak up a few times about what he’s feeling. It comes out in the way he asks that the lights stay on during movies, too afraid of the things that hide in the shadows now.
Instead of understanding, he’s met with laughter by some of the kids. With being brushed off or minimized for his worries.
“Steve Harrington, slayer of demodogs and demobats, scared of the dark? Yeah, right… Good one, dude.”
He covers his watering eyes with his own chuckles. They’re probably right and he’s just being a baby.
Despite this failure, Steve tries again when he asks the older teens if they ever think about how different everything would be if the upside down hadn’t opened up. He confesses that he’s afraid and that he still jumps at loud noises sometimes. He talks about how he’d change it all if he could.
Again, he’s pushed aside with, “That’s all in the past now. Let it go, Steve. Dwelling on it won’t help anyone.”
Steve tries.
He tries and tries, but nothing works.
Then he stops showing up, stops answering his phone when the kids ask for rides, stops going to work until he gets a message on his answering machine telling him that he no longer has a job. Robin might’ve noticed, but she’s days away from leaving for college and things have been going so well for her that he’s been extra careful when she’s around.
Steve dreads the day that she leaves and he’s all alone again, but he wants her to be happy.
He hardly sees anyone else, to the point that when he hears a knocking on his front door, he just assumes that Robin forgot her key at home and he opens the door without checking who it is.
Eddie of all people is the one standing on his front step, looking concerned and even a little agitated. Steve hasn’t the faintest idea why he’d be at his house now that he’s finally graduated and working at the new record shop in town. They hardly see each other except in passing interactions. Still, he allows him into his home.
“What’s wrong with you?”
Steve flinches at the accusatory tone, crossing his arms on his chest for some illusion of safety.
He knows exactly what’s being asked, but he can pretend. Just a little while longer, just until Robin is away from Hawkins and can stop worrying about him. He can be normal.
“I don’t know what you mean, Munson. I’m fine.”
Eddie scoffs, coming closer and gently gripping Steve’s shoulders, his gaze bouncing all over the place as he studies Steve intensely.
“You look like shit.”
“Gee… thanks, man.”
He rolls his eyes, releasing Steve to place a hand on his lower back instead as he begins leading them both to the couch in the living room like it’s his house.
“It’s not like you can deny it, Steve. You look like you’ve not slept in forever and you quit your job. I’ve been trying to figure out what your deal is for weeks. When you didn’t show up today, I figured there had to be a good reason and it seems I found it,” Eddie explains, further confusing him.
“Show up to what?” Steve asks, slumping into the couch as the exhaustion he was ignoring takes hold of him.
Eddie’s arm wraps around his shoulders, pulling him closer into a side hug that feels too nice to pull away from. This is more physical contact than he’s had in weeks and it seems to hush the buzzing in his brain.
He seems to hesitate before replying, “Robin’s going away party.”
No.
Oh God, no.
How could he possibly miss something so important? His best friend is leaving for college in two days and Steve was more interested in crying in his bed than showing up for the one person who’s never let him down.
Fresh tears spring to his eyes and Eddie quickly pulls him into a full hug then, shushing him softly and starting to rock them back and forth slowly.
“Hey, you’re okay, sweetheart. Robin isn’t upset with you, she’s just… she’s scared, Stevie. We all are. This isn’t like you.”
Steve nods into Eddie’s shoulder, not sure how to even respond to that. He’s a disappointment and a failure, unable to cope with things like everyone else seems to so easily. He feels weak and like the title of hero belongs to anyone but him.
“I’m so scared, Eddie,” he confesses with a broken sob. It all comes pouring out then. “I’m scared of everything and I can’t even sleep without all the lights on and my bat next to my bed. I can’t tell Robin because she has to go be her own person and I don’t want to hold her back from that, but I’m alone. I’m so alone now.”
A gentle kiss being pressed to his forehead manages to surprise him, but he still doesn’t pull away. The action is so loving and affectionate, full of comfort from someone he’d never imagined getting it from.
Now that he has it though, Steve doesn’t want to go without.
“It’s okay not to be okay.”
That pulls another sob from him.
“I don’t want to be broken anymore. I want to be normal, Ed.”
Eddie’s voice comes out shaky, but honest when he tells him, “If you’re broken, then so am I. Stevie, I haven’t slept in the dark in months and I never let my guard down anymore. I don’t think we can go back to normal with all we’ve been through, but… if you need someone to hold you for a while and help you sleep, I think I can do that.”
Steve allows himself to melt completely into the embrace, finally letting his body relax fully and he’s rewarded with more kisses to the top of his head.
“I wouldn’t want to be a bother,” he protests half-assedly.
Instead of being told that he’s not an inconvenience or that Eddie doesn’t mind having to deal with him, the man says confidently, “I want to be the one to hold you, baby. I want to take care of you and show you how much you matter to me. Broken or whole, you have my heart, Stevie.”
Steve has every intention of returning the favor.
That’s the night he starts to feel again, the night that the numbness begins to fade away and he falls in love once more.