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that man went on live television and talked about how poc are eating the cats and dogs, aliens conducting trans operations. he is a convicted felon. of 34 cases. he is a rapist. he proposed project 2025 which strips away basic rights from everyone except cis-het white men and he still had 51% popularity votes. that should anger you. that should be focus of the collective rage and disgust, not your fellow queer and poc acquaintances. please.

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steve teaching robin his evil white boy ways is very important to me. he's boosting her up into a girl's window. she's wearing backwards baseball caps and popped collars and sunglasses inside. sitting on the roof in lawn chairs. throwing random stuff off high places.

the first time she does a keg stand, he cries.

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On twitter I’m seeing dozens of threads from Black activists warning people against burnout, giving all sorts of useful tips about preventing and managing it for the sake of a long-term, sustainable effort.

On tumblr I’m seeing a hell of a lot of young white kids yelling at anyone who actually follows those steps, and acting like burnout is a moral falling rather than a well-proven psychological phenomenon.

Be careful who you get your information from. Don’t let guilt lead you to make choices that will harm both you and the movement.

I’m going to reblog this again since I see more individuals are inquiring about burnout prevention tips in the notes and it’s why I sought out this resource. I hope it helps you!

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remember lovelies, as the younger generation, we have been through so many historical political events and even now, we are facing uncertainty in many western countries (actually, most countries in general). avoid burnout before you just stop caring and end up stop fighting. we need people to care. we need people to vote. we need people to continue to be activists. don’t burn out. don’t end up giving up the fight because these fights will make a change at some point.

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need to know the context for the closure taylor swift post. please queen 🙏

oh lovely, it is a whole lifetime story that’s so complex ha ha! my paternal grandfather died recently and most of my generational trauma comes from that side of the family alone. his death was just hitting harder than i thought and it was because i never really got closure from anyone in that family since we were pretty much shunned from it when i was like seven or something.

but anywho, enough about my childhood traumas and the fact that neither side of my family even remotely resembled a “typically” family😅.

genuinely, thank you so much for asking lovely and checking in, i appreciate it and i’ve gotten so much love from my “found” family members this past few weeks. it warms my little heart💛!

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so glad instagram allows you to put music on picture posts. it’s simply the best when you open instagram in public not knowing your volume is up and music blaring suddenly. great idea. innovative. spectacular even.

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Soft Skin, Broken Hearts Ch.1

A/N: hi guys it’s destiny again! I hoped y’all liked the prologue, and I hope yall like chapter 1 as well. The first few chapters are gonna be a little slow, but it will pick up as the chapters continue. If you want to be tagged again just let me know!✨

Word count: 3,353

Warnings: bullying, violence, mentioning of blood, weight issues, mentions of death.

Please enjoy 😊

Thunder rumbling echoed in my ears as lightning quickly followed soon after, the pouring rain made my vision blurred. Everytime I wiped my eyes they’d get blurry again, my chest heaved as I heard multiple thumps behind me. I let out a cry before I continued to run, I halted in my tracks at the sight in front of me. Strange figures were in a hoard a few feet in front of me, it looked like they were feeding on something. As I snuck closer my skin paled, and my stomach dropped immediately. They weren’t feeding on something they were feeding on them.

My parents laid lifeless on the ground in front of me, and tears immediately found their way in my eyes. The soft sob I let out immediately drew their attention on me, chills ran down my spine as one snapped its head towards me. The roar it let out made the others look my way, I quickly stood before they stepped away from my parents. Before I could process anything my feet were moving me in the other direction, I kept constantly looking behind me making sure I kept a good distance between them and me. When I turned back around it was too late to stop, a huge tree branch slammed into my chest knocking the air out of my body.

My eyes fell shut immediately, and I heard the mud squishing underneath footsteps. I snapped open my eyes, and fear made its way throughout my body. An unidentifiable thing stalked its way up my body stopping at my face, its face extended looking like some flower monster. Its razor teeth were exposed, and before I knew it I picked up a handful of mud shoving it in its mouth. It screeched before moving off my body, and immediately I was back on my feet. I ran to some rocks, and caught my breath when something warm dripping on my shoulder halted my movements. When I turned my head it lurched forward engulfing my face, I screamed as it latched itself around my face.

I jerked up out of the bed hearing the alarm clock screaming at me to wake up, I looked at the time seeing it was six in the morning. I wiped the cold sweat off my forehead before getting out of bed, and walked into my attached bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror before splashing some cold water on my face, turned the shower on. While the water warmed up I grabbed some light blue jeans and a purple blouse before going back into the bathroom. I grabbed the Luffa hanging on a hook in the shower, and I squeezed my lavender peach body wash on it making sure to coat it evenly.

Next I grabbed my peach shampoo, lathering it in my hair then rinsing it out before doing the same steps with my conditioner. Once my hair was thoroughly washed I rinsed the remaining soap, and body washed off. I closed my eyes letting the hot water run down my body relaxing my joints after the terrifying dream I had, I washed my face quickly removing any sign of sleep from it. I turned the water off then stepped out of the shower drying myself before getting dressed, I slid my undergarments on then the rest of my clothes. When I walked back into my room I shivered softly before grabbing a light jacket out of my closet.

I put my socks, and new Air Jordan’s on before snatching my purse off my vanity chair. I dried my hair, and then curled it. Before I left my room I made sure to grab my vintage maybelline lip gloss, throwing it in my purse. I made my way quickly down the long staircase in the house before pausing at the second to last step taking a deep breath. I walked towards the kitchen, and immediately winced seeing my grandparents. I licked my lips, and forced a smile on my face.

“Good morning grandpappy, Mawmaw I hope you both slept pleasantly.”

They both looked up from their plates shocked, a satisfying smirk appeared on his face before he cleared his throat.

“Good morning Rose, we slept well thank you. I hope you slept decently.”

I smiled thinly at them, and my Mawmaw looked up at me for the first time since the argument yesterday.

“Rose I would love it if you joined us for breakfast, just to smooth things out. First I would like to apologize, not just for my behavior, but for what I said yesterday. I know losing your mother must be hard on you, but please look at it from my perspective. She was our little girl, our only girl. However I shouldn’t act like I’m the only one with a connection with her, I know you’re dealing with her passing in your own way I just wish you’d let us in.”

Once she finished her statement she took a sip of her coffee. I quickly took the offer, and sat in the chair across the table. The waiter that always served my grandmother and grandfather sat my food in front of me, and immediately I thanked them before my grandpa scoffed.

“There’s no need to thank him, or any of our servants for serving you. It’s their job.”

My Mawmaw looked over at her husband before she looked back at me, I looked down at my eggs benedict before gagging in my head. I couldn’t stand undercooked eggs. The runny yolk always ended up making me nauseous. I shifted my eyes off the eggs, and looked at the margarine grits. I mixed them together before picking up the pepper shaker, but my grandfather cleaning his throat paused my movement. My eyes quickly flashed to his, and I immediately noticed him watching me knowingly. I rolled my eyes before setting the pepper back down, the server quickly picked the pepper shaker up and put some on my grits.

“Asshole.” I mumbled softly under my breath, and out of the corner of my eye I saw his server crack a small grin. He quickly walked away before I took a bite of the grits, the sausage was the next to clear my plate. I picked my glass of orange juice up, and drank it in about 4 gulps. Once it was empty I sat the glass on the table then stood, my Mawmaw’s words halting any of my movements.

“Rose, you finished your food already? Are you late?”

I shook my head at her before smiling softly.

“No Mawmaw I’m just meeting my friend Eddie before school, and I don’t want to leave him waiting.”

Before my Mawmaw could respond my grandfather let out a sharp scoff, and immediately my mawmaw‘s smile dropped. She turned her head to look at him then turned back towards me waving him off.

“Okay honey, well you just be safe out there. Especially since that Byers boy is missing.”

I stomach dropped at her words, and I nodded my head adjusting my bag on my shoulder.

“Alright Mawmaw, you have a great day.”

”I loveYou to honey, and enjoy your first day back.”

I smiled at her before turning away from her, going into the living room and out the front door. The cool air was the first thing I noticed when I stepped outside, the next was the Pink, Orange, and Blue ombré in the sky. The sun barely sat in the sky signifying the day had just started, the birds barely chirping at this time. Nothing but the cool early morning breeze greeted me signifying the changing seasons.

I strolled slowly to the car parked behind my grandparents, once I reached it I put the key into the lock on the side of the car before twisting it to the left. With the door now unlocked I opened the door slipping into the car casually, I started it up. The A/C immediately blasted through the vents in the car making a chill go down my spine. I quickly shut the air off, and then made my way to the lovely Hawkins high. It was probably about a ten minute drive to my house, the first thing I noticed when I arrived was the empty parking lot. Only a few cars had arrived I assume because most of the kids decided to take the bus.

I shook my head when I saw Eddie's van pull into the parking lot, I couldn’t help but laugh when he was already hopping out of his van before he could park it. I laughed harder when the van started slowly scooting forward, and a quick panic look crossed over his face. I threw open my car door before stepping out of it making sure my door was locked. While he changed gears I took that time to cross the parking lot, as I approached Eddie he smirked playfully before wrapping his arm around my shoulder pulling me into a tight embrace which I quickly returned.

“Good morning Rose, how was breakfast with the two crypt keepers?”

I couldn’t stop the cackle that forced its way out my throat, I shook my head at him softly hitting his shoulders. I pulled away from Eddie, and watched him pull a joint from his jacket pocket. He brought it to his lips before sparking it up, once he took a few drags from it he held it out to me. I accepted with ease, and repeated his action. We passed it back and forth for a little while watching as more cars made their way into the parking lot, Eddie and I got into his van before getting joined by Eddie's other friends.

I smoked another joint with them, and after the second one was gone Eddie looked at me teasingly. His friends were in the back talking, and he leaned into me opening his mouth.

“I’m surprised you aren’t fried goodie goodie.”

He cracked a grin at my facial expression, and I shoved him lightly.

“Oh hush it Munson, you act like I’ve been wealthy my whole life.”

He put his hands up in surrender before grabbing the joint from his friend, and after he hit it a few times he passed it to me. I took a hit or two before I passed it, and a maroon bmw pulling into the parking lot immediately caught my attention. Inwardly I sighed, Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington. Hawkins most favored boy. I had no clue why girls paid him so much attention, especially because of his lack of personality. When he wasn’t being arrogant he was being a total dick, he and I had a lot of history.

Steve Harrington managed to always make his way into my life, even though it was never wanted. Steve Harrington was nothing more than a bully, a boy who let his peers alter who he was. Once upon a time ago Steve Harrington and I were friends, we went to the same kindergarten, hung around the same people. He didn’t become unpleasant to be around until elementary school, fifth grade to be exact. That was the first day the name porker was bestowed upon me, all the kids snapped their heads towards me pointed then laughed. Of course at that point he was a lot of the first in my life, he was my first guy friend which quickly turned into best friend- my only friend.

He was my first serious crush, at least that’s what I told my ten year old self then. Out of all of the memorable moments the one that stuck out the most out of them all was him being a part of- no the main cause of my first embarrassment. That day he called me a porker latched onto me like a virus, which in a sense it was a virus it just only seemed to affect me. I walked away from him that day vowing to never talk to him, and I kept that promise. I haven’t felt the need to look, talk, or even be around him. His taunts always haunted me, and on the first day of fifth grade was the last he ever crossed my mind.

I immediately shifted my gaze back on Eddie when I saw Tommy and Carol approach his car. they were the ones who changed him so drastically, and made him the Steve I didn’t know. I pushed the building nerves in my stomach. That was a long time ago. Rose let it go. I sighed heavily looking Eddie in the eyes. Eddie befriended me rather quickly when I was the trios main target, he would always tell me not to worry about them because they were jerks. Eddie slowly, but surely claimed the best friend title in no time. He had all of the amazing qualities I would want in a partner, he just wasn’t for me. We fell into more of a platonic relationship, and we’d even mutually agreed to not cross the line. Not that he didn’t find me attractive either, we just enjoyed each other in different ways.

“Eddie, you know you’re my best friend right?”

He rolled his eyes playfully at me before pinching my cheek playfully.

“Rose I love you, but get out of your head. I know I’m your best friend. Everyone knows you’re my best friend.”

“Well I know, but I just want to make sure you know I appreciate you.”

Before Eddie could respond the bell for homeroom sounded throughout the school Eddie smirked before pushing his van door open slipping out of the seat he was currently occupying.

“Well look at that rose, saved by the bell.”

I shook my head before shoving his van door open following in his footsteps, when I shut the door I looked up immediately freezing. my eyes locked straight onto Carols,Tommy was also looking right at me with a smirk. Steve just stared at me with a blank expression, the viral symptoms were creeping their way back to my brain. Slowly spreading around it, my chest quickly became tight and heavy.

Eddie's arm wrapped about my shoulders, and his smile immediately dropped seeing my face. He squatted down to my height. Then used his finger to follow my gaze, and when he landed on the three musketeers his smile dropped and was replaced with a soft sadder one. Eddie's eyes looked into the basketball captains before he rolled his eyes, and pulled me along with him.

Silence filled the air for a moment before Eddie bumped his shoulder into mine. The same smile he always wore when I was around, the same smile I always gave him in moments like these. He rubbed my back before turning around matching my pace so he could look at me, and still talk.

“You know I appreciate you too, and I know I’ve said this thousands of times.. don’t let guys like Steve Harrington get to you. He’s not worth it, but you already know that.”

I smiled at him again, and he punched the air softly before teens looked at us as we passed them.

“There's the best friend I know and love! glad to have you back from planet sulk.”

I rolled my eyes at him before waving him off, I opened my mouth, however he cut me off quickly returning the eye roll, adjusting his voice to a higher octave trying to match mine.

“Yeah yeah yeah, I know I’m totally not sulking.”

I shoved him softly before I flicked him off which made him laugh loudly with a wide smile appearing on his face.

“Alright this is me, I’ll see you at lunch okay Rose.”

I nodded my head at Eddie, and the moment with my real life heather’s was long forgotten, well that was until I walked into my homeroom. I froze in front of the door before my eyes fell on them, they were on the other side of the room surrounded by their brain dead followers. my blood ran cold staring at them, they hadn’t noticed me yet which I didn’t know if it was a blessing or a curse.

When carols eyes landed on me she smirked at me menacingly, she patted Tommy’s shoulder before he did what Eddie did just minutes ago. When his eyes landed on me he pushed up off the desk he was leaning on, and before anything else could get said his voice filled the room making it go dead silent.

“Well I didn’t know they let animals into the school, oh wait that’s not an animal it’s just Porkie.”

Every set of eyes in the room looked at the door to see who Tommy was talking about, Carol laughed first then the whole room erupted into a hysterical laugh. My face heated up, and I quickly put my head down trying to walk quickly in my seat hoping they would spare me. Carol's voice chased all of my hopes away as she spoke right after tommie.

“Who would have thought Tommy, I guess they made an exception for porker. Everyone probably felt bad for her after seeing her try so hard to lose weight over the summer.”

My lungs tightened, eyes widened as a gut wrenching grin appeared on her face. The high I once had slowly started going away, and my eyes started stinging. When was she watching me? If she did I never noticed her, but Steve’s voice brought me back to the small classroom we were in.

“Yeah I’m sure you all remember Mrs. Jones what would she think about having a porker for a daughter. I know she wouldn’t be pleased.”

You’re wrong, my mother loved me regardless.

Before I knew what I was doing I cleared my throat loudly making the trio grow silent, the words slipped past my lips like one of those dinosaurs that spit venom.

“Well what would you know about mothers Harrington? You barely know your own so why would you speak for mine?”

His smile dropped instantly, Adam's apple bobbing up and down quickly. The hurt in his eyes was blinded by the rage in mine. Before he could respond the teacher came into the room, immediately stealing the attention from the drama. Everyone was so desperately eating up, at the sudden distraction I slid into the desk, and stared down at the top of it tapping my nails against it making a soft noise to focus on instead of the echoing words that seemed to be on repeat in my mind.

Despite my obvious dislike for the brown haired boy his words hurt, they punctured me like a bullet going through and out my heart. Steve knew how much my parents meant to me, and how dare he try to weaponize them against me. Just like them, just like everyone who I’ve been around since they’re passing. It was either sympathetic looks, or snarky remarks. I felt eyes on me, I knew it was him without having to look at him. I hope my words cut him like he did me, my mother would have scolded me if she heard me. Maybe she was the reason I was feeling regretful, the moment the words left my mouth I wanted to apologize.

Not because I cared how he felt, but because I knew my mother would be disappointed hearing what I said to my childhood friend. Who was there to stop him from saying cruel things to me? Why should I feel guilty? Why should I care who I hurt? Especially when no one cared that I was hurting for years. All I knew was that Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington hasn’t changed, he never will. He’ll always be the boy who was desperate enough to try to fit in no matter who he had to trample, no matter who he burned far beyond saving. All I knew was that it wasn’t going to be me, not anymore at least.

E/A/N: welp that’s the ending of chapter 1, chapter 2 is in progress as we speak. Thank yall for reading the fic, and I literally can’t wait for yall to go on this journey with me, and I hope yall can relate to Roseanne. Steve is only gonna be a jerk for a few more chapters, and then king Steve will be gone.✨

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love, love, love it!!! can’t wait for the next chapter!!!!

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a pretty disgusting reality i realized this morning is that even with working two jobs, i cannot afford a car and an apartment in my province. to comfortably afford a car with insurance payments, i would have to be making at least $800 bi-weekly and i wouldn’t have any extra money. that’s with the cheapest insurance quote i could get.

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Soft skin, broken hearts (Prologue)

A/N: Hey guys!! This is my first stranger things fic in a long time, I really hope you guys like this. I’m super happy with how it turned out, and I can’t wait to continue this. If you want to be tagged in this or any other Steve fic just let me know! Thank you for taking the time to read this.

Summary: Roseanne Jones had it all, a loving mother, father, and siblings. However her first summer at her grandparents in years changed all of that in a flash. Which ended with her letting herself go, will she spiral down into the dark tunnel, or with a certain Brunette be able to pull her out of it? Even after all he’s done.

Word count: 3,323

Warnings: cussing, abuse, mentions of death, intrusive thoughts.

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Growing up in Hawkins was rough, especially being known as the local town porker. The name came easily at the beginning of third grade, it was the year I went to my grandparents for the summer. I still recalled the drive to my grandmothers, my mom told me about how scrutinizing she was. Always criticizing others so they fit in her “image” my mother was no exception, in fact when my mother married my father she almost disowned her. My father never fit into her family dreams, her and my grandfather always made it their purpose to let him know he brought nothing to the table.

“My goodness look at how you’ve grown, honey have you been a twig your whole life?”

My shoulders tensed at her words, and my bottom lip wobbled. My mother’s voice rang out from behind me as she shut the trunk of her jeep. She quickly stood beside me, and grabbed my hand, squeezing it softly. I looked at her instantly, meeting her eyes she sent me a soft smile before it quickly dropped looking at her mother.

“Her size doesn’t matter mom, just because you wanted us to be pageant girls doesn’t mean I want the same for my kids.”

My grandmother's mouth twitched softly, and she looked at my mother before she rolled her eyes casually. She waved my mother off before turning her attention back to me, my grandparents had money. Their front yard alone screamed it, there was a huge fountain in the middle of her driveway, a three car garage, and an intercom at her front door. I looked around at the overwhelming yard, and gulped softly. A man walking up took my attention off the yard, and back to my mother and grandmother making them stop their boring conversation.

“I hate to intrude, madam, but I’m going to take these to the young masters room.”

She looked at the blonde butler before waving him off, she then turned back to my mother while he grabbed my bags. He descended into the house, and my grandmother pulled me to her side. The old lady perfume violated my senses as it forced its way into my nose, I immediately held my breath hoping to get away from the revolting smell. Once my mother and grandmother got done talking my mom looked at me before tucking my hair behind my ear.

“Don’t worry sweetheart we’ll be back to get you at the end of the summer, if you need us please don’t hesitate to call me.”

I nodded my head at her, and gave her one last long hug. When she pulled away I waved bye to my father already giving him love before we got here because he refused to get out of the car. My mother gave me one more reassuring smile before shifting her gaze to her mother. The once warm smile left her face, and she widened her eyes a bit before my grandmother sent me towards the house while her and my mother finished their conversation. That day was the last time I spoke to either of my parents again. My fate once had me in a small three bedroom house with my loving family, but now I occupied a room in a cold, loveless mansion. However now I had access to whatever I wanted, but it always came with a price.

My parents funeral was a week later, and for once in my life I felt utterly alone. I turned to food to deal with my parents absence, and my siblings radio silence. Both of them were older than I was, and they decided to leave Hawkins once the accident happened. Abandoning me with my cruel grandparents, they would call and check on me once a week. Until they just stopped reaching out all together, and that’s when it went further down hill. The year I started 8th grade was completely different, and my grandparents noticed that something was off. They just never cared, they weren’t any better than my siblings.

Before eighth grade I weighed maybe a hundred and fifteen pounds, but by the end of it I weighed almost a hundred and fifty. Instead of loving me for me like my mother taught me my grandparents both made me feel ashamed. My grandfather mostly, he always mentioned my mother would be so disappointed to see me so big. That no one would want to be around a “fat” girl, that I would always be alone because of my weight. Hearing that didn’t help matters at all, dresses turned into jeans and sweaters, tank tops turned into jackets, and skirts turned into capri pants.

I never heard my name anymore, it was always some insult hidden behind a sweet name. My grandmother called me squirrel, and my grandfather nicknamed me Hoover after the vacuum because apparently that’s what I reminded him of every time I ate. It got to the point where I had my personal maid put my food up until I knew they were nowhere In sight. I used to love myself however after my parents died I just pulled away from everything. My mental sanity included. Once the school year ended is when blind dates started, if I knew that everything I got/asked for came with the price it did I wouldn’t have asked.

My grandmother would always be at work, or hanging out with her elderly friends at the country club. While they made sure to chat with everyone they kept me a secret, when we would arrive at the country club a new guy of the week would be at the front waiting for me. Once the date was over they’d take me back to the country club, and let my grandparents know how the date went. At first I didn’t like the idea, but I knew what would happen if I refused to go on the dates I’d get scolded and sent to my room without dinner for a few days because I could skip a few meals. It wouldn’t kill me, but the way they were treating me did.

The year of 1983 hit Hawkins in panic, it was the first time a child ever went missing. That year I always heard my grandparents speak about Will Byers, or as they referred to him as that missing Byers kid, I haven’t seen the Byers since my parents died. Miss Joyce used to babysit me while my parents worked, Johnathan and I used to be thick as thieves. However once I moved to the snobby part of Hawkins our friendship obviously ended, why was it Destined for me to lose everyone important in my life.

My parents, Miss Joyce, Johnathan, and now Will. Why won’t it stop? Why has this become my new life? Will I ever be happy again? I closed my eyes feeling tears slip down my chunky face as I looked at the brightly lit sky, the stars twinkled brightly despite my tears. I knew it had to get better, I knew my life wasn’t as worthless as I was led to believe. I knew my mother would want more for me, so this year was going to be different. This summer was going to be different, I just knew it. However I just wish u knew how different it was going to be.

My days that revolve around food were over, I was in high school now. The fat girl stigma had to end, and I would see to it that it did even if it killed me. The kids in 8th grade immediately noticed my weight change, and the names kept piling on. Miss Piggy, Lardass, Beauregarde, Jumbo, and Landwhale were a few names I got called. Specifically by Tommy Hagen, Carol Perkins, but most importantly Steve Harrington. I saw his parents and him around the country club, but I never had the chance to talk to him. I was always ushered away by my next “Casanova”. When the school year of eighth grade ended I made it a point to get a gym membership, and when I wasn’t at the gym I was going on walks or watching Jazzercise tapes.

A week before school started, and now I had to buy new clothes. I went from a hundred and fifty pounds to a hundred and thirty five, but that still wasn’t enough for my grandfather. He still puts me down constantly, even after all the hard work I put into my new self. My grandmother wasn’t ever as harsh as he was, but she always put her two cents in. I remember being a macys looking at dresses when she turned to look at me with a frown pulling at her lips.

“Oh Roseanne this would look so cute on you, but only if you didn’t have all of those stretch marks.”

I rolled my eyes harshly at her, and huffed biting the inside of my cheek. Before she could say anything else I turned to look at her, my strawberry blonde hair swayed behind my shoulders while I glared at her.

“You know if you looked in the mirror you’d see your skin wasn’t perfect either no matter how many moisturizers you use.”

Her mouth fell open before she walked closer to me, I flinched instinctively while a sly grin pulled at her mouth making her smile slyly. She put the dress back on the rack before she grabbed my arm with a tight grip making me wince softly, she led me to the front of the store before she hummed softly walking me outside to the car.

“Well since you have a mouth like your father I will treat you like him, you will wear whatever we get for you. If you don't, you won’t go to school, and don’t think I’m bluffing. I'll pull you out and homeschool you that way I can make sure your hurtful words make you miserable.”

“Being around you and grandpa makes me miserable enough, you aren’t my mother, and You never will be her so stop trying to replace her.”

Her mouth opened and closed, and as I looked in her eyes I could see that my words hurt her. However I didn’t care, why should I care about people who obviously didn’t care about me. The material things didn’t make up for the verbal abuse I constantly dealt with, they constantly threw my parents in my face. Day in and day out it was always something she got into the car, and I quickly followed in her steps. This was far from over.

“When we get home go straight to your room, and don’t come out for the rest of the day. I don’t want to see you at all.”

I smiled softly at her before throwing my head back against the headrest, I picked at my nails replying nonchalantly.

“My pleasure, you got a deal, if this was how you treated my mother then I understand why she left. I understand why she stopped talking to you and that man you call your husband.”

“Roseanne Ruby Jones, Don’t talk about your grandfather like that. He loves you, he loved your mother, he has nothing to do with this so leave him out of it and I mean it.”

I laughed sourly at her, and I turned in my seat to face her. Heat rushing to my cheeks, I slammed my fist on the middle console before my voice raised an octave.

“He has everything to do with this! Him and you both were the cause for my weight gain, you both have caused me nothing but more pain since my parents death. If you treated me like you treated my mother neither one of you deserved her as your child, and You damn sure don’t deserve the grandchildren you have because you’re both just hateful don’t worry either, I won't come out of my room for the next three days. Lock me up like a prisoner, it doesn't matter anymore.”

Tears lined her eyes, and her hands tightened around the steering wheel. She faced the road not saying anything else, once we arrived at the entrance of the house the tension in the car was thick. The gates couldn’t open fast enough, when we pulled into the driveway I threw the car door open running inside. The maids, and butlers looked at me with concern on their faces as I rushed up the staircase. As soon as I got to my room I threw the door open, and slammed it as hard as I could. I walked over to the intercom beside my door, and quickly turned it off. I locked my room door before turning my record player on, drowning out any sounds outside of my room.

I laid face down on my bed, and buried my face into the pillow before I started sobbing. I hated crying over them, but why couldn’t they just treat me like I was a human? Was it impossible for them to love anything other than themselves and money? Was this the straw that broke the camel's back? Would they kick me out knowing I had nowhere to go? Fat tears burned my eyes as I let out a harsh scream into my pillow, a loud banging on my door stopped the tears immediately. My breath got caught in my throat, I knew who it was without even guessing. It was him, the man who caused so many recent insecurities in my already sad world. I watched the doorknob twist before suddenly it stopped.

Before I could even get out of my bed the door to my room was busting open, my grandfather's pug-like face greeted me. His face was as red as a tomato, rage filled his eyes. He walked over to my record player calmly before he turned the music off leaving nothing sounding in the air, but his heavy breathing quickened. His brittle pudgy finger pointed at me, he walked towards my bed, eyes burning with steaming rage. The closer he got to me the more anxious I got, I didn’t know why he was so upset. I’m sure they’ve thought about what I said plenty of times, but yet somehow here we were playing the game of grandparents know best.

“Roseanne, why would you say that to your grandmother? Especially since you know your mother is a sensitive topic for her.”

I looked at the picture of my parents sitting on my dresser before I briefly looked at him, my mothers voice rang through my head like she was right beside me. “Tell him how you feel, angel, don't hold back like I did.”

I bit the inside of my cheek harshly before tears threatened to leave my eyes, it hurt having to be so cold to them. Grandparents were supposed to be a happy escape from your strict parents, but for some reason whoever was watching above decided to play a cruel joke. Luckily my parents being taken from me was the worst thing possible.. right? Once I was of age I’d leave this asylum they called a house, and I’d finally be free from all this pain. From all this agony, but unfortunately I still have 4 more years left here.

“You’re a selfish ungrateful brat! We took you off the streets and this is how you repay us, by making your grandmother cry. By throwing your mother in her face. What is wrong with you?”

“Breath ruby.”

I took in a shallow breath before I readjusted myself, now I was sitting on the side of my bed looking up at him. I opened my mouth to respond but before I could get the chance he continued.

“You’re shallow, as shallow as your dad. He’s the real reason why you never had a relationship with us, everytime she mentioned it he’d have a melt down. I guess that’s what happens when you marry into money, you’re lucky you have our daughter's DNA in you or you’d be on the streets just like your dad was before he met Mary.”

My tears burned like acid in my eyes at the mention of my father. I stood up off my bed before marching over to him, my chest heaving up and down. As I stopped a few inches from him, I swallowed harshly before my hazel eyes met his. I parted my lips before clenching my fist repeatedly, the anger in my eyes matched his.

“You know if you want me to leave all you have to do is say so. I’m not gonna beg you to stay here, and I sure as hell won’t worship the ground you walk on. I know the money has gone to your head, but it’s okay the day will come where you need someone to take care of you. A day where you need someone to lean on, but you won’t have anyone. Not a single soul will be willing to take care of you because of how you are.”

*Smack*

My skin suddenly burned when he slapped me, my head turned to the side at his action. When I turned back to look at him I could see his lips moving, but all I could hear was ringing. I narrowed my eyes at him before lightly pushing him back towards my now open door, and as soon as he stepped out of my door frame I slammed it shut making sure to grab a Bobby pin off my vanity before breaking it off into the lock. I threw myself back on the bed before sobbing hysterically into my silk sheets.

Once I calmed down I grabbed the corded phone in my room, and dialed the number I knew by heart. As soon as he picked up I asked him to meet at the diner down the road, I grabbed my car keys before sliding open my window slowly sliding down the top of the roof carefully. I climbed down my lattice, before hopping on the ground. I walked to the jeep my mother left me before starting the ignition, and quickly drove down the long driveway. When I arrived at the gate I punched in the code before it opened, I pulled onto the main road making my way to Benny's burgers.

When I arrived at Benny’s I saw his van in the parking lot, the sadness I once felt immediately dissipated at seeing his car parked near the entrance to the diner. I turned my car off making sure to lock it, I walked into the diner quickly finding his long curly brown hair. I slid into the booth with him before his eyes darkened seeing the handprint on my face, but thankfully he didn’t ask or even mention it. We ordered our food, and then got lost in conversation. I looked out at Hawkins as the sunset beyond the horizons. Tomorrow was the first day of ninth grade, and I’m hoping that tomorrow is a hell of a lot better than today was.

Ending A/N: so this is the end of the prologue, there’s a lot that’s gonna be unraveled as the chapters continue. Steve will be making his first appearance next chapter, and I’m super excited about this. I hope yall liked this I’ll post chapter 1 as soon as I can.✨

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oh my land, lovely! i literally cannot wait for the next chapter, i love it so much!!!💛💛

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