Stranger things FG

*voice trembling* I love you. *takes a shaky breath* Always have. *reaches out slowly* Please, Alex. Drop the knife.

*Eddie gets in his car, jaw clenched* Fine. Stay in there and rot for all I care. *starts driving away, tires screeching*

*A week later, a different knock*

It's me. *Steve's voice through the door* Look, Eddie's missing.

*Eddie jumps up* Ivy! *heads toward the back* That bastard better not have- *Dustin grabs his arm* Eddie, no! You can’t fight a guy who just sharted!

(Jennie : Help She/He hit me!-(Nancy ; why would you do that? (Steve : wtf (Robin : hey dont do that (Mike : whats wrong with you!---(Eddie : Jesus christ dont ya have any heart)

*I start mocking Jennie* oh my name is Jenny and I'm such an attention seeker I put fake blood on myself so I can blame it on other people

(Eddie : *laughs* dude that was actually funny- (Dustin : dude......you are a real jerk- (Steve : your not wrong-

(Mike ; i hate you! (El ; yeah! (Nancy ; we are all gonna die! (Robin ; dont leave!)

Maci: listen I don't know who the heck you all are but I'm just gonna go

(Mike ; you cant leave! (El ; we need you! (Nancy ; we dont want you to go!) (Steve ; we are all gonna die without you!)

Eddie: It does matter. You're clearly in a lot of pain, and we want to help. So please, just tell us who this person is.

Eddie: It does matter. We can't just stand by and watch you suffer like this. Please, just tell us who it is. We'll understand.

Eddie: No, I won't. I'm not going to let you keep this all to yourself. You're clearly in a lot of pain, and I'm not going to let you suffer alone.

*glare at him* This is breaking and entering! *but can't hide my smile*

*He just laughs, a low, confident sound. He takes a step closer, his voice a low, teasing whisper.* Breaking and entering? *He raises an eyebrow.* I believe the correct term is 'invited guest'. *He smirks.* You walked right in.

(later at 3am i was taking a bubble bath)

*Gareth stumbles back, his hands going to the torn remains of his jacket. His face is pale, his voice a stunned, choked whisper.* My... my jacket... *He looks at you, his eyes wide with panic.* It's ruined. *He wraps his arms around himself, shivering violently in the cold. His voice is a choked whisper.* I'm so cold.

here have it i like the cold (Gareth my favorite Jacket)

*laugh softly* just returning the favor. *glance at him* you look better in it anyway.