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Cosimo Galluzzi
hello vonnie
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@pyschologicalrocketgirl
anticpatory grief
Sydney's supposed to drive him to the airport whenever he decides to book the flight. She's supposed to be okay with it, that he can only will himself to touch her now that he knows he’s leaving.
post-season 4 sydcarmy situationship fic
friends -> nearly lovers -> something else -> strangers
-> finally lovers — walk with me while i tragedy bait though. because im thinking of canon mike wheeler, whose ending will never be real to me. btw. anyways. imagine you're mike wheeler: you can't talk about it. you can't talk without talking about it. so you dont talk. you sit in your parents basement and you write a better ending. you use your fathers aftershave, and you part your hair to the same side. you try to ignore the ache clawing to get out of your chest, the one screaming that you're dying. you're dying, and you probably deserve it. you write another ending. it'll never be good enough. you never write the one you want. you write around the gaps; you fall through them. you sleep at your desk, eye to eye with a stranger slaying a dragon. he wears your face, and the shame wraps under your arms, familiar, a hug from an old friend. you'll never figure it out. you can't look at it. you swallow a million apologies, and you hang up after the first ring. you ache. you deserve it. you'll never get what you want; you'll never even open your mouth to ask for it. you don't want things to change. you'll die if they don't. you'll wear an extra layer. you'll clean your glasses. you'll write a better ending. you have to write a better ending.
New York, 1992
snippet from a fic that'll be out in a couple days...
i had this thought about how el probably wouldn’t be able to graduate with them so will gives her his robe and hat :(
how did i even come up with this i'm crying 😭 my drafts from three years ago and i have no recollection of it
reading drafts from old byler fics from years ago and seeing how most of my depressing ass predictions made for the sake of adding angst for the time skips i wrote ended up being true is so 💀
richard siken//dirty valentine
stranger things season 5, season 3 | richard siken, "dirty valentine"
pt 1
Natalie Shapero, “Red Item,” in Stay Dead
Mike digs his fingernails into his palms and traces the calluses, but in this metal truck, he does not pray; he repents. Some form of self-absolution.
cold burn
chapter 2
cold burn
When it comes crawling back out again, in the hometown he’d tried to die in since he was twelve, he covers his face like it’ll stop the full body bleed. Like it won’t rip him apart.
He watches the boy he’s known for ten years kill the thing that took him dead, and his heart won’t stop beating outside his ribcage, his insides ripped apart in a different way entirely.
Mike watches Will kill a demogorgon, and then watches Will when he knows he shouldn't.
may i just add
cold burn
When it comes crawling back out again, in the hometown he’s been trying to die in since he was twelve, he covers his face like it’ll stop the full body bleed. Like it won’t rip him apart.
He watches the boy he’s known for ten years kill the thing that took him dead, and his heart won’t stop beating outside his ribcage, his insides ripped apart in a different way entirely.
Mike watches Will kill a demogorgon, and then watches Will when he knows he shouldn't.
burn out, simmer
chapter 4
I said a lot of things." Sydney presses her lips together, “We both said a lot of things.” “Everything I said, I meant,” Carmy says, voice dead quiet and the road below them, constant, looping. “Still do.”
Sydney and Carmy finally have a conversation and an impromptu haircut.
i'm like super normal about them, and they're arguing, wdym
burn out, simmer, chapter 4 wip
