#OC: Melanie Frasier

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If I could change the way that you see yourself You wouldn't wonder why you're here. They don't deserve you

“You’re sure the cameras didn’t--?”

“I’m sure, you know I am.” And he’s right. Anytime he’s come to see her like this, just the two of them alone, a quiet fifteen minutes to keep for themselves in what sanctuary they can eek out in this place, he’s always been sure. “I just,” Melanie lets out a sigh that borders on a growl, frustration bubbling in her throat and it’s as if Henry can hear the pot threatening to boil over, scald her. He closes the distance quickly, taking a seat next to her, sinking into the thin, well-worn bed, where she’s spent too many nights tossing and turning. Where now she has spent too many secret moments with Henry, and now she’s tossing and turning for a whole host of different reasons. “Doctor Brenner was giving me this look yesterday in the rainbow room, I don’t know-” “I promise, Melanie,” he says, her name a tender noise when it leaves his lips, unlike the stab of shame, the twinge of guilt, the tornado warning that it had been leaving anyone else’s. He places his hands on hers. “You’re just imagining things.” And for a moment, in the sunlight beaming in, his eyes seem to sparkle, daylight catching on shades of blue. “Am I imagining... anything else?” she poses with a hitched breath, like she’s just thrown a punch at a mirror and the glass is deciding whether or not to spider crack. Evermore the girl always peering upwards with glassy eyes and outstretched palms for something she could call her own. His expression barely falters, in a blink and miss it way, expression serene as if she’d just asked him the weather. But then his hands move to cup her face, warm palms against her cheeks, and its as if he has his own gravitational pull, but maybe he always has and maybe that’s how they ended up here. “No,” he whispers, like his voice is made for her and her alone, eyes on hers then down then back up once more. “Unless that’s all you’d rather do.” “No,” she returns too quick, “no, absolutely not,” she clarifies, nose scrunching at the sound of it, as if the word ‘no’ isn’t sure how it should sit on her tongue. “I just want you. Us,” she corrects with a stammer, and if ‘no’ feels like a too-tight sweater, her wanting something, anything, especially him, feels outright forbidden.   He hums, a quiet, prideful thing, but just as she tries to decipher its meaning does he close the distance between them. Thanks to the AMAZING, STUNNING, WONDERFUL, SUPER TALENTED AND SUPER KIND, @ziorre who did this beautiful piece of my Stranger Things OC Melanie Frasier and Henry Creel, I am absolutely in AWE, the lighting, the vibes, the colors, the emotion, everything is so BEAUTIFUL. This art made me write when I’ve been struggling to write for this fandom! Thank you so much Ziorre! Support her, she’s amazing to work with and brought this idea to life perfectly! 

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