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(ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧ ACTUAL FOOTAGE OF PUPPIES IN LOVE
“Well, I can barely see anything out here. It’s dark and you’re all blended in with your black clothes and your — lurkiness.” Brooke raised her eyebrows, but her chest deflated in relief, grateful that she’d at least bumped into someone she recognised. She wasn’t keen on the idea of having to engage in yet another argument, and Eddie didn’t seem to be holding the collision against her. “That asshole would be Jake. I’m sure you remember him. Tall, handsome. A total jerk.” Brooke wiped at her eyes, suddenly embarrassed that Eddie had witnessed the entire outburst. It didn’t stop her candour, though, feeling a strong urge to confide in someone; regardless of who that person was. “As if he has any right to speak about my father. I am so done with him. Officially this time. I’m never going back there. Screw him.”
Sighing, Brooke crossed her arms, trying to ignore the weakness of her legs, the slight nausea. She’d definitely overdone it on the vodka. It wouldn’t be long before the fatigue caught up to her, and she didn’t want to be around anyone from this party when it did. “I want to go home. I want my bed, and I want to forget about all of this.” It was also a sign to Eddie, to avoid mentioning it next time they crossed paths. “Thank you for listening to me rant. But I’m leaving, so —” Brooke aimed to walk off confidently, but was unaware of her own drunken clumsiness, and staggered on her heels. Thankfully she managed to steady herself by catching the fence, but her face reddened, feeling a twinge of pain in her ankle as she straightened up. “Ugh, god!”
“Yeah…” Ignoring the way the comment had stung, Eddie pouted and nodded slowly, pretending to consider it. “No, you’re right, I really screwed up on the outfit tonight, I completely forgot my flashing neon sign and high-vis vest. Your feedback’s been noted. No more lurkiness.” He was teasing, obviously, but a part of him wondered if there was some truth to it. He could almost always be found on the fringes. At mention of Jake, Eddie pressed his lips together, unsurprised but equally unimpressed. He should’ve been able to guess; he assumed they’d been together for years. They probably had been, but Eddie had done his best to avoid them as a pair back in One, uncomfortable with seeing them together. Seeing her with him. “Oh, that Jake? Yeah, man. We go way back. Real nice guy,” he smiled, the expression entirely sarcastic. Jake had often turned his day to utter shit, and more than once whilst high, Eddie had imagined very unfortunate things happening to him. “Would we… say ‘handsome’? That’s… sure, I mean…” he shrugged, muttering mostly to himself, as Brooke had continued on, obviously drunk and obviously upset.
Seeing her tears, his antagonistic behaviour faded in place of concern for her, frown growing. He’d seen her drunk before, but never this upset or disoriented, ranting at him like he wasn’t really there. Screw him, indeed. A part of him, the jealous part, wondered if she really was done this time, or it was just the drink talking. Eddie uncrossed his arms as he watched her, already feeling the urge to steady her, pull her closer. But he didn’t, not then, allowing her to come to her own decision. Finally, he nodded, liking the sound of her plan. “Ditto. Fuck that school, and fuck this party. They wouldn’t know music taste if they choked on it.” Then suddenly, she was turning away.
“Hey, wait —” He started toward her, having been too caught up in his own fervour to notice she hadn’t actually wanted a conversation. Eddie had been about to continue his rant about the abundance of pop music when she’d suddenly taken off. “Woah,” he commented, hands outstretching towards her despite her catching herself. “Slow down there, Humpty. That blonde egg of yours is real precious, y’know. You should look after it.” But her patience was obviously at its peak, Brooke looking severely flustered. Wallowing in tonight’s events wouldn’t help her, he decided. Switching back to the teasing approach, he held out a hand, bowing his head formally. “Milady. May I?”
It’s always all about me. Part of your girlish charm. No it’s not.
“God, Jake! I can walk myself home, leave me alone!” Brooke shouted, anger induced tears stinging at her eyes as she stormed away from her now ex-boyfriend. They’d been arguing for the most of the evening, both of them too drunk to realise how counter productive it was. They were supposed to be having fun, so whilst Brooke had intended to spend the night with her friends, she’d wasted it instead, which infuriated her even more. “Asshole!” As she bit her final reply, she turned back around, causing her to bump into the person who’d been standing near the gate. “Did you not see me walking here? Seriously? I was trying to do a whole thing.” Brooke squinted through the darkness, and it didn’t take her long to decipher who’d witnessed her outburst. “— Eddie? Of course it’s you.”
Nobody could say Eddie hadn’t given the party a shot. He’d shown up late, as was the norm, he’d nodded along to the music as if the selection hadn’t nearly caused his ears to bleed, he’d almost been thrown up on, and he’d had half a conversation with some people he barely recognised from school. It didn’t take long for the scene to become equal parts overwhelming and boring, so Eddie made his way outside, climbing onto the front fence and lighting up a cigarette. There were some other people scattered around the front yard, but he was the only one actually alone, which admittedly bothered him. Making friends had never come easy to him, and whilst he’d never conform or change who he was for someone else, he wished the path to something better wasn’t so lonely. Dragging on the cigarette, Eddie thought about the few people he knew from his district, ones who’d made it to Alexandria, wondering if he could forge a connection with any. Only one person really stood out to him, but she was so far out of his reach now, it was actually funny. Even thinking about it made him laugh. But his chuckle was cut short by the sound of yelling, Eddie alarmed to learn it had come from the exact person he’d been thinking about.
Discarding the cigarette, he quickly jumped back down, scanning the yard for her, wondering what had happened. Spying her coming up the path, he walked toward her, planning to intervene when suddenly she turned back, proceeding to walk right into him. Eddie threw his hands in the air immediately, stepping backward, both apologetic and amused by her outburst. "Oh, I saw you.” He smiled, watching her for a moment. “Think it was me you didn’t see.” At her realisation, Eddie nodded, expression sheepish, assuming what she was likely thinking. “Yeah, yeah, it’s me, lurking in the shadows.” Crossing his arms, he tilted his head in interest, still watching her closely. “So. Who’s the asshole?”
nancy & her guns
(excluding s5 cause i only just finished s4 and have not seen it yet)
STRANGER THINGS ⇢ 4x09 | THE PIGGYBACK
So, theoretically, we could go to the police station and steal guns and grenades and whatever we need to blow up those bat things that are guarding the gate. I highly doubt the Hawkins PD has grenades, Robin. But guns, yeah, sure. Well, we don’t have to go all the way downtown for guns. I have guns in my bedroom.
“Okay, seriously? How many times do I have to be right on the money before you guys just trust me?”
JJ MAYBANK — 1.01, “Pilot”
They didn’t hurt you, did they?
OUTER BANKS | S01E07 "Dead Calm"
Yeah, that kinda got lost in translation. It's an eye for an eye, John B. Yeah, yeah, that's great, JJ. But what happens after you rob a drug dealer, huh? He knows who we are! I'm not scared of this guy.