#look at how she looks at nancy in the third gif!!

[ronanceluvrr]

Oh nothing, just Robin looking at Nancy while she's rambling :)

Bonus:

(Yes I will add this every time)

[t-h-i-n-g]

can you do some cute max mayfield x reader fluff?? Ik you get a lot of Max requests but i love her sm 😭

Come Over

(gif not mine credits to owner)

a/n: how I came up with this was just looking up fluff prompts and came across "Why'd you call me?" "I missed your voice," and just kinda went off of that. Ty for requesting :))

word count: 800

summary: max's original plan of spending the night at the wheelers is changed as she gets a phone call from a special someone and she is more than happy to take up their request.

warnings: none but some light swearing

st - masterlist m.masterlist

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Max was tired.

Dealing with teenage boys hyped up on sugar and deciding to yell at a TV over a show that she didn’t care to know the name of was draining.

Max rubbed her temples when Mike once again jumped up from his spot on the couch, hand pointing at the screen in an accusatory matter. Silently she glared at him as it took him no longer than five seconds to watch the conflict be solved. Sitting back down he went back to zoning in on the action-packed bit.

Shifting her gaze she looked at the floor, where poor little El just sat in tranquility and a smile on her face, wrapped in a blanket.

Huffing to herself, Max just couldn’t comprehend how an overall sweet, caring human being could find peace in a wack-ass person that barely showers three times a week.

Dragging a hand down her face, she glanced at the clock resting on a side table. It was only 7:00 pm and she had signed up for a night full of binging.

Technically nothing was holding her back from leaving, but she had nothing else better to do. 

Billy was home tonight and she didn’t want to hear him bitching about the number of times she had brought her girlfriend over.

Who wasn’t even here. When Max found out you couldn’t make it she threw a little fit. Stating she won’t be able to stay sane if you didn’t go with her.

But she guesses, visiting your brother that lives in another state was a good enough excuse.

Still, she couldn’t help but feel a little empty not having you cuddled up next to her on the recliner like usual.

“He just needs to stop.”

“You’d think getting nailed in the gut would tell him to back off, but no.”

“There he goes again. Just give up, you’re gonna get pummeled.”

“He practically already did.”

“Literally though.”

This was the third time they’d had this conversation. Seemingly they have to continue to break apart with every little repeating event.

Just as Max was about to tell them to just shut up with the commentary, footsteps came down the basement stare.

“Max, somebody on the phone wants you,” Nancy informed. Not giving her time to ask questions Nance went back up the way she came.

Furrowing her brows, she pushed off the chair and stepped over the bodies littering the floor. Nobody paid her any mind, still too tranced by the TV in front of them.

Confusion crowded her mind with the thought of who wanted to talk to her. Opening the door, Max shuffled across the kitchen tiles, moving to the phone.

With slight hesitation she picked up the object, placing it to her ear.

“Hello?” She greeted.

“Hey.” Max’s heart jumped to her throat.

“Y/n? What are you doing?”

“Calling you duh.” Max’s face grinned at your playful tone.

“I mean why are you calling me?” 

“Missed your voice, shit kinda went sideways today,” you mumbled.

“Did something bad happen?” 

“Our flight was canceled cause the pilot wasn’t available and they weren’t able to get another one.”

“Oh, sorry to hear that.”

“It’s all good though,” you assured. “Just kinda ticked off that we had to drive like 3 hours just to be told to turn back around. But it’s fine. I called your house but Billy answered and said some shit like, ‘Skrew you and your dog, Max is at the Wheelers’ I don’t know why he dragged my dog into it but he told me where you were so it’s alright, I guess.” Max chuckled, twirling the phone cord around her finger.

“So you’re back home then?” She asked.

“Mhm,” you affirmed, “Was just calling to see if you wanted to come over or something tonight. It’s been a long day, I just want to see you.”

Max bit her lip to conceal her smile at your statement. She could never understand how you made her feel like such a giddy schoolgirl.

“But if you’re doing something with the party I get it-”

“No!” she cut you off quickly. She cleared her throat, shocked by her own little outburst. “I mean we aren’t really doing anything. They’re just watching some lame show. If you want I could ask Karen if you could come over.”

“Eh,” you sounded, “I was kinda hoping if it could be just you and me, but if you want to hang with them I get it.”

Max just knew she looked like the Cheshire cat with the way the smile on her face was splitting her cheeks.

“No, no it’s fine. We can just hang out. The others are too into their TV to miss me too much anyway,” she stated.

“Cool, I’ll pick you up in ten.”

“Cool,” she repeated.

“See you soon, Max.” Her heart fluttered at the sound of you using her name, but she quickly shook the fealing away.

Seriously she was getting way too into the school girl in love act.

However, she didn’t pay it another thought as she darted out of the room and down the stairs. Grabbing her stuff, she explained to the others you were coming to pick her up.

“But it’s just getting to the best part!”

“Shut up, Dustin. You’ve said that like seven times already.”

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[marypsue]

i am eternally thinking about the possibility of reading more of your bodyswap au

I tried to find a decent fingerguns gif but there are None. Please use your imagination.

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“At least you two have both already seen your new bodies naked,” Steve’s face says, still with that wry smile. Nancy has absolutely no idea how to describe what she’s feeling, looking at her ex and knowing it’s actually her current boyfriend in there. It is really not helping her stuff down that tiny voice that refuses to ever shut up about how, even if he did turn out to be kind of an insensitive jerk, Steve never stopped being nice to look at.

“At least you got familiar parts,” Nancy snaps, and then realises she wasn’t the only one who said it, or something like it. Steve raises both of her eyebrows at her, but thankfully doesn’t follow up on that train of thought.

“Speaking of,” he says, instead. “Jonathan, man, I’m giving you free rein, okay? Do what you gotta do, treat my body like your own as long as we’re stuck like this. Just – don’t get ‘ASSHOLE’ tattooed across my forehead, or anything.” Does Nancy pout that much when it’s her in that body? She can’t possibly. “This sucks enough already. No point making it harder on ourselves by being a bunch of prudes. Right?”

“You are not masturbating in my body,” Nancy warns Steve, who scrunches Nancy’s whole face up.

“Nance. Come on. You know that’s not what I meant.”

“He’s going to have to shower eventually,” Jonathan points out, which does not seem fair to Nancy. She’s not sure why they’re suddenly ganging up on her.

“Not,” she protests, “if we figure this out first.”

“Great idea,” Jonathan says. “How?”

Nancy is, thankfully, spared having to try to answer that when the door to her house swings open and her mom leans out. “Nancy? Is everything okay out – oh, Jonathan! Good to see you again. How’s your mother?”

“Hi, M- uh, Mrs…Wheeler?” Nancy says, managing to catch herself at the last second. “She’s – my mom’s -” She remembers the quiet crying she’d heard through the walls, and says, “About as well as anybody could expect?”

Her mom frowns, a little. But anything she might have said gets interrupted when Mike comes rocketing through the door, pushing between her and Steve. “Mike?” Nancy’s mom calls after him, and he pauses on his way to the garage just long enough to shout back over his shoulder.

“Headed over to Lucas’! Don’t expect to see me again until dinner!”

Nancy’s mom’s frown gets a little deeper. But she turns back to Steve without asking Mike any more questions. “Nancy, did you need…” Her eyes flick in Jonathan’s direction. Jonathan, who’s currently looking exactly like Nancy’s ex-boyfriend. “Anything?”

“Oh, uh, Steve was just leaving,” Steve says, and now Nancy’s sure he’s pitching her voice higher than usual. On purpose? She can’t tell. “He’s got a shift at the video store. With Robin. Starting at nine.” The whole thing’s delivered while making aggressive eye contact with Jonathan. Nancy gets it, really she does, but she sees the look her mother is giving them both and wants to drop dead on the spot from humiliation.

“Yeah,” Jonathan says, clearly taking the hint. “Yeah, I should get going. It was good to see you again, Mrs. Wheeler. I’ll let my mom know you asked about her.” Oh, god. If Steve wasn’t already going to be getting the third degree from Nancy’s mom the instant Nancy and Jonathan are out of earshot, he definitely is now.

“Um,” Nancy’s mom says, clearly caught off-guard. “I did?”

Jonathan, thankfully, seems to have realised his mistake. He nods, and then wastes no time turning around and jogging across the lawn to Steve’s car.

[strangerficsxx]

Chapter Three: The Pollywog

story: Midnight Rain wc: 1.5k jennifer spills the tea to wilhelmina on what happened between her and billy at the party. later, she teams up with dustin, his friends and newcomer, max mayfield as they all search for a slug her brother thought would impress someone he likes, causing problems between the students.

[a/n: all characters, plot, etc. are not mine. The only thing I own is my original character. credit to gif owner.]

{ October 31, 1984 }

When she comes back to her senses, Jennifer changes out of her costume and into something more comfortable when she hears the front door open. Peeking her head out, she sees Dustin sneaking in. He closes the door behind him before walking into the hallway until our mom calls out his name. 

“Dusty!” She shouts, getting up and walking towards him. “Dusty, how was it?” 

"H–how was what?” He stammered. 

“How was what? The greatest night of the year, of course.” 

“Oh. Oh, yeah,it was… it was, uh, tubular,” 

“What’s wrong with you?” 

“Nothing,” 

Jennifer knew and she stepped out, leaning against the house and folded her arms to her chest. 

“Did something happen?” 

“No. What? No.” 

“Are you constipated again?” Claudia asks as Jennifer snickers. “Jennifer, enough.” 

“No. Mom!” He shouts. 

“Okay, you’re acting weird.” 

“I am not acting weird.” 

Suddenly the trap in Dustin’s hand begins making noise, like something is inside. Jennifer and her mom, Claudia startle as her younger brother laughs nervously. Mews hisses, knowing something is wrong inside. 

“Awesome, right? Yeah… I rigged the trap with, uh, a motor to make it look like I caught a ghost. Just like the movie.” 

Jennifer shook her head before entering her room again, closing the door behind her as her mom and brother laughed nervously. Jennifer was curious as to what Dustin brought home, unsure if she should intervene. Ignoring it, the sleep takes over Jennifer as she falls into her bed and falls asleep, thinking about the kiss she had with steve. 

——

Jennifer gets to school as she steps out of her car and enters the school, passing by Billy as they keep walking, ignoring one another. She makes her way towards Billie, who is pulling books and a pack of cigarettes out of her locker, shoving them in her bag. Jennifer approaches her. 

“Hey, there’s, uh, something I want to tell you,”

“Okay, let’s go to the restroom.” 

Jennifer and Billie make their way into the bathroom, rushing into the large stall at the end and sitting in front of each other. Billie pulls out the pack of cigarettes and takes one out, putting it between her lips. Lighting it, she puts the lighter in her bag before blowing out the smoke towards Jennifer. 

“So, what did you want to tell me?” 

“Well, I went to Tina’s Halloween Bash and it was… a nightmare.”

“What happened?” 

“Well, I tried hitting second base with Billy but that didn’t happen, he left after we— well, when I was topless.” 

“Damn,” 

“But besides that shit. I am a keg queen.”

“Shit. I wished I were there to see it.” 

“Yeah, they counted to 44… more than Billy.” 

“How many did he have?”

“43,” 

“Wow, that’s my girl.”

Billie takes another hit before handing it off to Jennifer who takes in the cigarette before blowing out. 

“Anyway, I ran into Steve after catching Billy making out with some redhead.”

“Wait. You ran into Steve?”

“Yeah, and we had a moment. But we didn’t kiss. He did, however, took me to his house and I slept there.” 

“Ooh, naked?” 

“No,” Jennifer playfully smacks Billie’s arm. “I was in an oversized shirt, cause I puked and he slept on the floor while I slept in his bed.”

“Well, it sounds like things between you and Steve got a little better. But I still don’t like him.” 

“I know. But you might have to deal with it if we do start going out.”

——

Later after getting out of her third period class, Jennifer exits the building and overhears talking. The people are Steve and Nancy. Steve wears Hawkins basketball outfit and has a towel wrapped around his sweaty neck. Nancy wears a grey sweater with a grey jacket, dark blue jeans and black flats. She holds a book in one hand as a bag hangs on her shoulder. The conversation the teens were having a serious discussion. Jennifer didn’t want to eavesdrop but did anyway, listening to

“You remember going to Tina’s party last night, right?” 

“Yes.” 

“And then what?” 

“I remember dancing, and… spilling some punch. You got mad because I was drunk… and then you took me home.” 

Steve scoffs, throwing his towel off and fixes it before putting it around his neck again. 

“No, see, that’s where your mind gets a little bit fuzzy. That was your other boyfriend. That was… That was Jonathan.” 

“I don’t understand.” 

“It’s pretty simple, Nancy.” 

“You were just telling it like it is.” 

“What?” 

“Uh… apparently, uh… we killed Barb and I don’t care ‘cause I’m bullshit… and our whole relationship is bullshit, and… I mean, pretty much everything is just bullshit, bullshit, bullshit. Oh, yeah, also, you don’t love me.”

“I was drunk, Steve. I don’t remember any of that.” 

Jennifer rolls her eyes. 

“So that makes everything that you said it’s what? Just bullshit, too?” 

“Yes,” 

“Well, then tell me.” 

“Tell you what?”

“You love me,”

“Really?” 

Suddenly a door swings open, banging into the brick wall. A male runs out wearing the same outfit but with a sweatband sitting on his head. Jennifer looks toward him as well as Nancy and Steve. 

“Harrington!” He shouts. “Dude, we need you. That douchebag’s killing us. Let’s go!”

“All right!” 

Nancy and Steve both stay quiet as she makes eye contact with him, holding his gaze. Looking down, Nancy looks upset as Steve turns to enter the gymnasium as he says something but Jennifer couldn’t quite make it out. Suddenly Nancy begins walking toward Jennifer as she moves and hides out of the way, so she isn’t seen.

——

The day finished off like every other day as Jennifer entered the hallway and over to her locker, unlocking it and putting her books away before leaving. She closes her locker and exits Hawkins High School, ushering towards her car but ends up walking toward Hawkins Middle School, wondering if her brother left or not or if he needed to be picked up. Walking up to the entrance, she sees the kid’s bikes as she enters the school, wondering if they are okay. She runs into the boys and Max as they are in a pile. 

“What happened here?” 

They all stand as Mike and the other’s go after him. Jennifer follows along, as they split up. Jennifer and Dustin walk down the hallway. 

“What are you doing here?” 

“Something told me to come check on you,” 

“Okay,” 

“What are you doing here anyway?” 

“Last night, I found something that came from the Upside Down and we lost him because Max opened the door and he escaped.” 

“Fun.” Jennifer sarcastically says. 

They enter another hallway before passing Mr. Clarke, Dustin and him salute to each other but it seems to be awkward. When they pass him, Dustin tells Will that the West is cleared. Getting separated, she continues walking and continues looking around for the creature from the upside down. Somehow she manages to get back to Dustin as they continue looking around for the creature. 

“Please tell me you didn’t name it?” 

“I did.” He smiles cheeky. “His name is Dart.” 

“Jesus Christ,” Jennifer whispers. 

Jennifer looks toward the walkie talkie, unplugging Dustin’s headphones from it.

“Guys… I found him.” Will speaks.

“Where?” 

“In the bathroom by Mr. Salerno’s.”

“Copy that.” 

Her and Dustin quickly walk to the classroom, but Jennifer was mostly following her younger brother since she hasn’t been in Hawkins middle School since she was in middle school herself. Arriving, Jennifer and Dustin exchange a glance before he moves in, door closing behind him as she stands outside the boy’s bathroom, not wanting to enter. The sounds of stall door bang as Jennifer can tell that he was looking for Dart. Waiting, the other’s show up as the flies open as she enters too. 

“Where’s Dart?” Mike asks.

“I don’t know. Not here.” 

“What?” 

“He said by Salerno’s, right?” 

“Yeah, maybe Will has him.” Dustin suggests, lying through his teeth.

Mike looks at Dustin as Lucas crosses his arms. JEnnifer starts to lean against the wall of the bathroom when she quickly moves, disgusted. 

“Where is Will?” 

They all exchange glances before leaving.

——

Later, Jennifer catches up to Steve who is walking down the empty hallway and getting ready to exit when they make eye contact. 

“Hey, Steve.” 

“I want to ask you something.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Did you see Nancy leave with Jonathan?” 

“Uh, no. No, I didn’t.” 

“Okay, well, since everyone is gone…” 

He pushes Jennifer against the wall of lockers as he stares into her eyes. She smiles before it gets cut short when his lips press against hers. Jennifer wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him close. After a few seconds they pull apart. 

“There is another thing I wanna ask.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Will you be my girlfriend?” 

“Steve, are you serious right now?” 

He nods. Jennifer stops to think for a second. All these years of crushing on him, he finally asked her to be his girlfriend. 

“Yeah. yes! I’ll be your girlfriend.” 

“Great. I gotta get going though, but we can chat later.” 

“If I’m not busy.” 

“Yeah, of course. Love you.” 

“I love you too, Steve.” 

Before he steps out of the school, Jennifer grabs his collar and brings his lips to hers once more before she abruptly pulls back as they exit, saying goodbye before they get in their cars and leave.

[bathroombreaks]

GOOD GIRLS + RAINBOW

[caption: 9 stacked large square gifs, each one composed by 9 different gifs from good girls seasons 1, 2 and 3 (4 small square gifs, 4 medium rectangular gifs and 1 big square gif). each of the 9 large square gifs has a colour theme, with all the 9 smaller gifs having backgrounds in that colour.

the first gif has a black theme. the big square gif is of beth smiling in 1x06, after rio ups their drop. the 4 small square gifs are of: beth at paper porcupine, smiling at turner in 3x01; rio leaning against his car in 2x02; stan taking a lie detector test in 2x08; ruby in her pjs, sitting on her sofa in 3x07. the 4 medium rectangular gifs are of: ruby inside beth’s car, crying, in 2x03; annie and greg hugging in 1x10; beth looking at the money rio is offering them in 1x04; annie sitting in beth’s car after finding out marion died in 3x08.

the second gif has a red theme. the big square gif is of the girls celebrating at a bar 1x06. the 4 small square gifs are of: ruby standing in the street, explaining to beth why she chose stan in 2x08; amber sitting behind her desk, looking confused in 2x05; diane talking and shrugging in 3x07; annie getting into her new car in 1x01. the 4 medium rectangular gifs are of: ruby and stan laying in bed together in 3x08; dean standing at the door of his hotel room in 1x01; beth standing in front of the storage room full of fake money in 2x03; annie taking a deep breath and smiling after finishing taking her ged test, in 3x10.

the third gif has an orange theme. the big square gif is of beth and rio having sex in the bar bathroom in 2x04. the 4 small square gifs are of: gayle sitting in an empty spa with dean and asking him out to dinner in 3x03; ruby looking affronted after annie suggests she mix colours in 3x09; annie looking worried after beth tells her about the shutdown in 1x08; ruby making a jibe at annie after she says that the canada pickup has to be rescheduled in 1x03. the 4 medium rectangular gifs are of: ben sitting on the sofa in 3x02; annie, with tears in her eyes, asking ben when he’ll be her kid again in 2x07; rio walking towards beth to tell her to go home in 1x09; beth pointing the golden gun at rio and crying in 2x01.

the fourth gif has a yellow theme. the big square gif is of ruby braiding sara’s hair while ranting about boys in 2x06. the 4 small square gifs are of: annie taking off her sunglasses in 3x04; beth asking dean how his day was and giving the kids a clearly fake smile in 3x02; annie smiling and talking to the border patrol agent in 2x10; beth standing by the sink, looking like she’s about to cry, as dean describes gayle’s body in 3x11. the 4 medium rectangular gifs are of: baby tyler reading a men’s health magazine and then looking up in 1x08; boomer lying to mary pat about annie flirting with him in 1x10; mary pat deciding to blackmail the girls in 1x07; noah standing in annie’s living room wearing her robe in 2x09.

the fifth gif has a green theme. the big square gif is of ruby crying after stan confronts her in 1x10. the 4 small square gifs are of: beth cuddling with kenny in his bed in 2x03; jt talking to ruby in 2x04; beth looking sad as she watches marcus in 3x01; ruby looking angry after she finds out sara was stealing fidget spinners in 1x08. the 4 medium rectangular gifs are of: ruby and stan in their bedroom, hugging and singing together in 1x08; nancy giving a toast in honour of ben in 3x02; sara looking angry and confused after ruby tells her the reason she committed crimes was for her in 3x09; annie shoving money down her t-shirt in 2x04.

the sixth gif has a blue theme. the big square gif is of beth at the bar, smiling at rio, in 2x09. the 4 small square gifs are of: annie hugging nancy to her while nancy is in labour in 2x08; marion talking to annie at fine and frugal in 1x06; rio looking up at beth at the ob-gyn’s office after the doctor confirms she’s pregnant in 3x03; ruby talking and smiling awkwardly in 3x10. the 4 medium rectangular gifs are of: ruby smiling at stan as he cheers during sara’s game in 1x02; the girls laying in beth’s bed in 2x11; beth holding a glass of wine and laughing with rhea in 3x01; turner opening eddie’s file in 1x07.

the seventh gif has a purple theme. the big square gif is of annie, beth and ruby at cloud 9 shopping for kenny’s birthday party in 1x04. the 4 small square gifs are of: annie sitting on the couch and taking a deep breath, a sad smile on her face, in 2x13; ruby and sara sitting down on a sofa in a clinic waiting room in 1x01; rhea sitting down at beth’s kitchen island and talking in 3x01; beth talking to amber in 1x01. the 4 medium rectangular gifs are of: annie and ben in annie’s car, goofing off, in 2x01; cohen talking and smiling during one of his sessions with annie in 3x03; dean trying to convince beth that all the boland motors cars being taken isn’t a big deal in 2x04; mick sitting in his car and talking to beth in 3x04.

the eighth gif has a pink theme. the big square gif is of annie looking sad as nancy announces to ben that they’re having a sleepover in 2x03. the 4 small square gifs are of: beth telling the girls she had fun trying to outsmart turner in 2x10; ruby sitting in beth’s car, telling annie and beth that she loves them, in 1x07; judith telling beth about her own husband’s affairs in 2x09; phoebe at the nail salon where ruby works in 3x11. the 4 medium rectangular gifs are of: ruby smiling down at sara in her hospital bed in 1x05; beth and ruby painting the walls of jane and emma’s bedroom while annie sits on the bed in 3x01; annie smiling at marion after she returns the figurine she stole in 1x06; beth laying down on the stretcher at the ob-gyn’s office in 3x03.

the ninth gif has a white theme. the big square gif is of annie speaking on the phone with beth in 2x08. the 4 small square gifs are of: rio considering whether or not to have his boys kill the girls in 1x02; turner walking into the empty warehouse in 3x01; beth and ruby sitting on ruby’s front porch steps together in 2x13; au jus chirping in his birdcage in 3x05. the 4 medium rectangular gifs are of: ruby yelling with delight after she found out sara is going to get a kidney in 1x09; annie talking to cohen in 3x06; beth getting a wax in 1x01; annie, greg and nancy talking in the kitchen about nancy’s gender reveal party in 2x02.]

[lesbianmaxevans]

happy birthday @helloyona

[Image Description: Ten stacked gifs from various CW shows.

First: From Roswell, New Mexico. Max is strapped to a chair while Liz gently touches his leg. There is text on the gif which reads, “But you’re not perfect. I see your faults. And I love you. Easily. You believe in the good in me when I can’t see it. So, is it so crazy that I believe in you too? Without evidence. I just… know.”

Second: From Batwoman. Sophie and Ryan sit on the ground, close to each other. Sophie grabs Ryan’s hand. There is text on the gif which reads, “I keep people at arm’s length. I’ve lost a lot of people in my life and I’m scared to death to lose anyone else. So I don’t let people in, and the whole superhero thing gives me an excuse to keep doing that. / I get it. I won’t push. / You don’t have to.”

Third: From Nancy Drew. George kisses Nick on the cheek as she takes a photo of them. There is text on the gif which reads, “No matter what tries to get in our way, I am never saying goodbye to you. In this life or the next.”

Fourth: From Charmed. Macy and Harry are having dinner at a fancy restaurant. There is text on the gif that reads, “I thought about what you said… about not being able to feel, about not be able to love fully. I love you as fully as I know how, Macy. With every bone in my body.”

Fifth: From 4400. Claudette and Jharrel hug. There is text on the gif that reads, “We get outta this and I’m taking you feather bowling, all right? We’re gonna do this right. / You already did everything right. 

Sixth: From Kung Fu. Nicky cups Henry’s neck. There is text on the gif that reads, “We both have our pasts, things we don’t know about each other, but it doesn’t matter. You asked me to trust you, and… I do.”

Seventh: From 4400. Shanice leans again Andre as he gently rubs her arm. There is text on the gif that reads, “I’m trying to be just as laissez-faire so I don’t scare you away, but… perhaps I don’t belong in 2021. Because I don’t want to share you, not even in your subconscious mind.”

Eighth: From Batwoman. Mary is administering a health test on Luke. There is text on the gif which reads, “It’s me and you in the Batcave, Luke. We need you. I need you.”

Ninth: From Kung Fu. Dennis stands behind Althea as they look at themselves in the mirror and he smiles at her. There is text on the gif that reads, “How do we know we’ll last if we’ve never really been tested? / Althea… I don’t need to be tested. I know I’d love you just as much if you were head to toe in burlap and we were eating out of a dumpster.” 

Tenth: From Nancy Drew. Nelson takes off his coat and puts it around Nancy’s shoulders, surprising her. There is text on the gif that reads, “Nancy, I knew that if I kissed you… I wouldn’t be able to stop. / So don’t stop.”]

[trashcatsnark]

NGL I love how much you have embraced the silverv stuff here - its so nice to read. I submit for consideration, Rogue notices the tattoo while on the disaster date and both Johnny and V play it off as a joke and holy shit poor rogue stuck in a room with two morons.

Also - V getting dressed for that date and realizing they just MIGHT be a little jealous with a side of some thoughts of "Oh God Johnny Would NEVER Feel That Way About Me Gotta Bury This Deep So He Doesn't Know"

Johnny notices the anxiety but is very dense about the cause.

Oh hell yeah, I have fully embraced it and this ship; I was writing SilverV porn before the game came out, like I knew what my ship for this game was gonna be from the second I saw gifs of

“You’re a dick, Johnny” 

“And you’re a cunt, so maybe we’ll fit together after all.” 

That banter sealed my fate and I’m fairly sure I had named and created my V then wrote porn of her with Johnny literally a week later. The devil works hard, but my brainrot works harder and faster. 

Spoilers! 

Okay, so I’ve thought a lot about that date in both a silverv context (and largely how it fits with my V, Aidan and her fic) I’ll try to stay general though. 

Firstly, I whole heartedly believe Rogue sees through their bullshit. Not only is she just good at that, but Johnny even states she has MRE’s (?) and can see through people, like her eyes can pick up on signs of lying. And usually, thats not an issue for when V talks to her, but when she asks about Johnny and their relationship with him. Its a mess. And when Rogue asks Johnny about it, its a mess. 

And when Rogue notices the tattoo it’s like Oh... I get it . And Johnny is of course like, “hahaha, yeah I thought that’d be so funny, the kid hates it.” But Rogue isn’t stupid, she knows a lovey dovey heart with their names, something that looks like someone doodled it on their third grade notebook about their crush, is not really typical of Johnny’s “joking” She knows that if Johnny is not really the kind of guy to hahahaha its so funny to make it look like we love each other; he’d be more likely to get a dick tattooed on V’s arm if it was just to mess with them. For gods sake, look how many people didn’t pick “the other one” because they were convinced it was gonna be a dick. That’s a Johnny just trying to fuck with someone move. So, she doesn’t buy it, but doesn’t push it...with him. 

She asks V about and of course they play it off as “Yeah, Johnny thought it’d be funny, what a fucking asshole, its so fucking dumb, I totally fuckin hate it.” 

“So, why not get it removed?” 

“Uhhhhhhhhhhh, well you see what had happened was, um, I, just uhhhh, never been enough time, I guess yeahhhhhh.” 

Cause lets face it, in cyberpunk universe, getting a tattoo removed should be easy. If you can get blades in your arms and can have a completely newly reconstructed body in like an afternoon; you can get a tattoo removed in like twenty minutes. So, V still keeping it, says volumes about how they really feel.

Now, V’s jealousy and the date. 

I do absolutely agree that any anxiety or ill feeling V might have up until the date; Johnny is gonna feel, but not realize where it’s coming from. I think if anything, he’s gonna chalk it up to V being anxious about giving him control again and he’s gonna be like worried that maybe V doesn’t trust him as much as they let on. 

And I do think a V who has feelings for Johnny, would not be able to help feeling some jealousy regarding Rogue and Johnny. Just because jealousy is natural thing to feel and while you can debate if they were ever a good or healthy couple, you can’t debate they shared very real feelings for one another. And I think a lot of V’s jealousy would come from just how much Johnny seems to first think of/go to Rogue. When he needed to save Alt, first person he turned to, Rogue. When he wanted to bomb Arasaka tower (going by his memory of it and ignoring that the event was probably actually planned by Morgan Blackhand), who’d he go to? Rogue. When he becomes determined to get Smasher, who is he determined to get him with, Rogue. When he first decides to atone for his past mistakes, who’s the first person he wants to make up with, Rogue. When at the rooftop, who does he want to go grab to help him save V, Rogue. 

If you got feelings for someone, that’d hurt, I think it’s impossible for that not to spark some jealousy. And V if anything is also mad at themselves for having those feelings, because they like Rogue, she’s a badass, a legend, they respect the hell out of her. And of course they have feelings for Johnny and they wanna help him make shit right and they wanna give him a chance to enjoy himself. But this stupid reptilian part of their brain is screaming but i want to be the first person he goes to, the first person he thinks about, which they know is also stupid cause for fucks sake the man literally lives in their brain, they’re as close as two people can be and literally when Johnny has the power to go to someone for something, he can’t go to V because they’re reduced to sleeping essentially until Johnny hands back the reigns. Yet, feelings aren’t aren’t always, rational, sadly. 

And to Johnny’s credit, he probably doesn’t even give it that much thought. Rogue is a badass, someone he cares for, someone he can depend on and someone he hurt really badly. The two people he can and always has been able to depend on the most (other than Alt prior to her death) have been Kerry and Rogue. And, bless his heart, the fuck is Kerry gonna do? Kerry ain’t a merc, Kerry isn’t gonna bust into Arasaka Tower or plant a bomb. Kerry doesn’t have the connection to Smasher. So, of course, Rogue is gonna be his go to. And in terms of making things up to people...he literally cannot really do much to make things up to V, not the way he can for Rogue or Kerry. Cause, when him and V are both conscious, he can’t do much beyond touch and talk to them. Hell, even with Rogue and Kerry, he relies mostly on V to help him do anything. Even with people he can interact with and do something for; V is doing all the nitty gritty work for him. V drives Rogue to the theater, V breaks into the theater, V gets the projector going. V breaks into Kerry’s house, V disables the security. V gets in contact with Nancy. V gets Nancy out of Totentanz in one piece. 

Which probably if V actually thought about it critically, does mean he’s going to them and relying on them more than Rogue, but they’d probably dismiss it out of it being for necessity and not because he cares about them and feels he an depend on them. 

Anyhow, Johnny would probably love to do some nice gesture to make up for his bender to V, hell they probably were the first person he wanted to make things up since they are his catalyst for changing. But what feasibly can he do for them? Anything he’d want to do with/for them, would just be asking V go do this thing and i’ll also be here. Anything that would put them in public interacting is out, unless they want MaxTac called on V for looking cyberpsychotic. He can’t even do an at home date, because he can’t cook (engram or not) and he can’t buy them anything nice he has no money and also doesn’t technically exist. He could try to do so sneakily while he’s in control...but he’d be using V’s money so they might as well just buy it for themselves. he can play music for them,,. but that doesn’t seem too special and more than a little egotistical to think it’ll make V feel better about what he did... So... all he can really do, is prove he’s worth trusting by being on his best behavior and more importantly do what he can to save V’s life. 

Then there’s the date. And as usual, I have some opinions and feelings about a thing.  Like, okay, I’ve seen some people (aka Gamer Bros on Twitter) being like, Rogue is Johnny’s girl. Wanting to date either of them is wrong because they like each other. (then you also get the BUT ALT crowd, but rants for another day.) And I can’t help but ask, did we play the same date? Their entire date is about how they’re both desperately clinging to the past. Rogue is trying to reclaim 2013-2023 Rogue and Johnny just wanting for a night to feel like the world and his place in it haven’t been completely rearranged. And it ends with Rogue telling him, she is not that girl anymore, she can’t pretend to be, and frankly she doesn’t want to anymore. She wishes she could be, wishes she was still that tall haired street punk who’d never dream of working with corps or being a fixer, but she’s not. Her and Johnny are no longer the same people who met back in to 2010’s. Doesn’t mean they don’t care about one another and doesn’t mean what feelings they had weren’t real or important; but they’re just not those people anymore. Rogue more so than Johnny since he’s freshly on the course of change.   

Something else in regards to the date, that I think is important to talk about and how it relates to silverv and its something I personally have very conflicting feelings about. The fact that Johnny can initiate some physical intimacy with Rogue. See, I have never chosen the option to kiss Rogue during the date and actually did not learn until relatively recently, that if that choice is made it goes a biiit further than a kiss. I have watched the scene now.

And god I have mixed feelingssss. Like, I get it, but I’m not sure I like it. And I know full well, my silverv bias impacts my feelings on the matter, it’s be disingenuous to say otherwise. But I don’t think the ship is purely my reason for having these feelings. But at the end of the day, its all opinions. So, I get from a character perspective that Johnny and Rogue are trying so hard to reclaim their past and what they use to have that they get caught up in trying do what they would do if this was the 2010’s. And Johnny’s relationships as we’ve seen are very physical, sexual chemistry and attraction are major factors in his relationships because he kept things very superficial most of the time. He even says part of the issue with his relationship with Rogue is at the time he didn’t realize he could let her see the true him and still hid behind walls, kept things at a distance. So, the idea that’d they fall back into the old habit of trying to just be physical and ignore their feelings, isn’t out of character. 

However, and Johnny even seems to acknowledge this issue when Rogue interrupts it, they’re doing this with V’s body. V...who did not consent to sexual contact. They consented to a date and while one could logic that this would mean everything a date could entail up to and including physical intimacy; I would argue that that is something that would need further conversation to have clear consent. And like again, this might come down to boundaries and personal feelings. Because I go back to the bender and what’s been interesting to me is too see different opinions on it; some people weren’t actually bothered at all by Johnny’s bender in V’s body, some people were bothered by the drugs and alcohol specifically cause their V is straight edge. Me, personally, it was the sexual content and the endangering of V’s life. Like, it was mostly funny and oh yeah, I expected that it’s bad but eh I’ll move on, to me, until he started getting sexual with people in V’s body. Like that to me is not just crossing the line, it’s catapulting over it. 

And like I said, Johnny even responds to Rogue’s “this isn’t fair” with “what, you mean it’s not fair to V?” which she says she meant it isn’t fair to Johnny. (Which viscerally upset because you nearly used V’s body for sexual gratification without their consent and you’re worried about Johnny, which tbf Rogue has no way of knowing what V has and hasn’t consented to, so its not on her but that was my knee jerk thought). So, he has some awareness that maybe that was a bad move. 

And yeah, it definitely to me and my V would be a very bad move (unless he explicitly talked to them beforehand and got consent). And in general, it made me feel like, dude, you just promised you’d be better and not break V’s trust but again not a day later you’re nearly using them to have sex. It felt like a backslide, which isn’t necessarily unrealistic, cause change and growth is not always linear, people can commit to changing themselves and still fuck up and not get it right; in fact it’s rare for them not to have any sort of backsliding or repeating of mistakes. 

Again, I will also give credit that he could have been assuming that given V consented to the date, they assumed or were cool with their being physical intimacy between him and Rogue. He also generally, might not have really planned for it to happen, because I don’t think Johnny plans a lot of anything. It very well might have just sort of happened. Also, V doesn’t clearly communicate if the sexual component was an issue in the bender. All V really seems to have an issue with in game is the very general thing of; he misled them and used them. So, he might have assumed that wasn’t ever an issue. And hell, if you wanna go full meta, the player is technically the one who makes that choice and V is largely an avatar for the player, so that alone could be seen as whether or not V would/does consent. 

But, from a story perspective, removing the player choice element. I think how that’s handled would have a huge impact on silverv and where it goes from there. 

Because if V and Johnny did talk about consent prior and V did consent while having feelings for Johnny, god I’d have to imagine they’d still feel pretty hurt, but feel it’s irrational to feel that way and have put their own feelings aside because clearly Johnny cares about and wants Rogue and they should ruin what could be his one chance to make things right. 

If there like in game was no talk of consent and Johnny ends up kissing and touching on Rogue and V finds out or has memories of it surface,that could be devastating for them. Not only from their own feelings for Johnny, but this since of betrayal and hurt. Was the oil field conversation just a lie? A manipulation? V might feel like they were used; that Johnny never gave a shit about them or how they feel. And Johnny would have to deal with the realization that intentionally or not; he earned back V’s trust just to destroy it again. He fucked up again, he ruined everything again, he got his second chance and destroyed it…. And he doesn’t know how, if he can, or if he should bother trying to ask for a third. In general, I do think, V would come out of the date assuming (naturally so) that Johnny really only has romantic feelings towards Rogue, that they’re just a friend at best, a host to be used at worse. I even in my own universe with my V have them after everything is better, everyones got a body, expects Johnny to start pursing Rogue and trying to swallow their own feelings and be a supportive friend, try to encourage and push him to do it and Johnny’s just like please stop, Rogue is this close to murdering us both.

I was gonna add more funny stuff to this and include a shitposty interaction he has with my V over them dressing up for the date and shit, BUT HOLY FUCK THIS GOT LONG AND SAD????? I’M SO SORRY.

[captainelsaeverdeen]

I like me better when I’m with you ~Part 2.

There’s so little Steve in this, but he’ll be in the next parts all. the. time! And yeah, I named the coach after Troy Bolton from HSM. I can totally imagine him as a strict PE teacher if his music career didn't work out... Anyways, hope you guys will like it! Gif not mine. 

summary: based on ‘To All The Boys I Loved Before’. Y/N Henderson used to be in love a couple of times. This time she’s sure it’s something bigger, something serious. Her love for Jonathan Byers is unlimited, untamed and endless. At least she thought so. Read Part 1 here.

-

That kiss.

Steve couldn't concentrate. Why now, after all this time? From what he remembered the last time you guys talked, he was about your brother's age. Your contact was limited to a short "hello" in the hallway and waving at each other in town. Nothing else.

He kissed you because Carol couldn't shut up. He remembered perfectly well how his dad let him sit behind the wheel of his car and little Steve invited to Y/N, Carol and Tommy, his best friends so far. Carol made fun of Y/N all day because she had never been kissed before. There is nothing wrong with that, but little Y/N was so embarrassed that Steve did what he thought was right. He leaned out of the driver's seat and gently kissed the little girl's mouth so that Carol could choke on her chewing gum for once.

Only a year later, Y/N realized that Tommy and Carol were not the people she wanted to deal with. She thought they were egotistical, mean, and idiots enjoying others' failures. And she was right. Steve didn't understand that until now. Too bad he figured it out too late. 

“Dude, what's going on? Focus before Billy kicks our ass even more, come on!” His teammate hit him on the shoulder. Steve twisted his head and wiped out all the intrusive thoughts. “Yeah, Steve. Concentrate. We don't want anything to happen to you" Billy said sarcastically. It doesn’t matter why she sent the letter. You can't play with someone's feelings. He wanted to explain it as gently as he could and maybe he did. He didn't find out because Y/N ran away as soon as Jonathan got on the field.

But why she was scared of Jonathan Byers?

-

“Girl, come on” Robin sighed, leaning her hands on her school locker. You sat down on the floor and pulled your knees up to your chest, holding them with your hands to keep them from shaking. You wanted to cry, scream, vomit, or do it all at once. Steve got a letter. Your letter. It didn't belong to him, it belonged to you. Although it was addressed to him, your thoughts, your feelings were there. He should never have read it. Not to mention Jonathan. “Please, I'm starting to worry. What the hell did he tell you?”

“Robin...” Your voice broke down when you tried to speak. “He... he got a letter”. “What letter?” Your friend pushed herself away from the locker. “From who? What was in it?”

“From me” You said, raising your head a little. The corridor was empty because everyone was in class. Only an angry coach could show up here at any time. You clenched your fingers so tightly on your shirt that your ankles got whacked. “But please promise me you won't laugh”.

“I don't feel like laughing. But I feel like I'm way too sober for this”. “I... you know I'm not good at talking about my feelings. It's much easier for me to write about them. So... so when I really care about someone, I write a letter to that person. I confess my love, I say what I like about that person and how much I care about them... and that's it. I put the envelope on and hide the letter in the room. It's just that... someone sent them. Somebody had to, because Steve and Jonathan got theirs.”

Robin was quiet for a while. She bit her lower lip, started going back and forth around the hallway, removing nail polish until she stopped next to you. “Normally, I'd probably say something funny, but it's not funny at all”. “I think I'm gonna throw up” you said quietly. Robin gathered your hair into a ponytail. “Calm down” she said and sat next to you on the dirty floor. “Just take a deep breath”.

“Take a deep breath? It feels like my insides are being ripped out” you said devastated. “How many letters did you write?” Robin asked. You showed her five fingers. “Do I know the others?”. “One of them goes to school with us. I don't have any contact with the other two” you answered. “I can understand absolutely everything, but... Steve? Stephen Harrington? When was that? Why don't I know anything about it?”.

“So long ago we didn't know each other” you smiled at each other. “In seventh grade. I was friends with him... and with Tommy and Carol. But those two are assholes, and I realized that early on, so I stopped hanging out with them. Steve gave up our friendship for the sake of friendship with Tommy and Carol. We don't talk from now on. But it used to be different”.

“Y/N, you in there?” someone asked, suddenly showing up in the hallway. You knew that voice. You didn't remember exactly from where, but it was definitely familiar, the name of its owner was at the end of your tongue.

“We're in the middle of something” Robin muttered when Stanley from the homecoming who should be in class now stood over you, his sneakers were squealing on the linoleum. He just stood there for a while and stared at you until he started rocking on his feet and waved in front of his face with a blue envelope. Robin whistled loudly.

“So this is the third one” she muttered. Stanley scratched himself in the back of the neck. “Look, I didn't mean to barge in on you. I saw you run in here from the pitch, and I wanted to make sure you're okay, and, uh...” he gave you an envelope. You took it carefully in your hands, and pressed it against your chest. “Thought you might want that back. It seemed a little personal”. 

“Yeah, it is” you said, looking away from him and Robin. Your heart was beating in your chest, not wanting to calm down. “I wrote it years ago. It should never have reached you... but it did”. “I had a lot of fun that night too” the boy smiled. Robin raised her eyebrow. “At the homecoming. But... Y/N don't get me wrong, you're great, but... generally, I don't like girls... like at all”.

“Well, well. Generally I don't like boys, like, at all” Robin smiled fiercely. Stanley looked at her surprised, but in this positive sense. “You're gonna get along with each other” you waved the envelope, afraid you'd faint without air. “Here's what we gonna do” Robin turned around, still sitting with her legs crossed and grabbed your hands. “You're gonna go back home and make sure Dustin has nothing to do with it. Search your room carefully, maybe the other two are still there”.

“Even if, those three could ruin my life the most. No offense” you said, and Stan raised his hands. “Dustin certainly didn't do it. That's not possible. He wouldn't have a reason”. “You think so. You never know. Go and call me. I'll cover for you.”  

“From Coach Bolton? He'll never forgive you this” Stan grumbled dissatisfied. “Thank you, Stanley. That comment was completely unnecessary” Robin rolled her eyes. Everything seemed to be passing at an accelerated rate. Staying in the dressing room, coming home on a bike, as if time had decided to help you and let you go home as soon as possible. Mom was already inside, just like Dustin. You ran up the stairs so fast that you stepped on Mews' tail and she was furious.

“Y/N! What’s the meaning of this, you didn't see her or what?!” mom was screaming completly outrageous, but you didn't listen to her. You fell into the room, stopped on the bed and took the vinyl off the shelf.

It was empty.

You looked under the bed, under the desk and under the dresser. Shit, you even looked under the carpet and pillows. Nothing. Nothing at all.

“You took anything out of my room?” you asked when you went into Dustin's room. “Why would I?” your brother break away from his homework for a while “I'm not getting excited about your bras”.

“When the last time party was here, or whoever was in my room?” you asked. Dustin didn't answer, so you ripped his math notebook from him. “Yes or no?” “Jesus Christ” Dustin rolled his eyes. “I don't know. I don't control them. I just let Max in. They were messing with Lucas and he poured hot chocolate on her shirt. I said she could take something of yours, so I gave her a little privacy. But she already gave it back. It's in the laundry basket.”

“It's not about the stupid shirt...” you just shut up, left the room and went back to yours. “Hey... Hey! What is it? You don't think she stole something...” your brother's voice was jammed by the sound of the door closing. You slammed it a little too much. You slid slowly to the ground, pushing your back against the wall.

The letters are out. They're out. There's nothing you can do about it. Happiness in misery, Chris's letter was adressed to the bunks at the camp, so at least he'll never know how cute he looked in his swimsuit.

“You got the letter” Dustin knocked slowly into your room, but you didn't say anything. “It's from... from some Ralph. From Florida. Mom says the chicken will be ready soon”.

And he slipped a brown envelope through a gap under the door. Ralph's not Steve, Stan, or Jonathan, so his answer probably wouldn't have caused any emotion, but your heart literally stopped beating when you reached for the letter. But it wasn't an answer. Ralph just sent your letter back. No message, no comment. He just returned something that never belonged to him.

You hid your face in your hands, trying to calm down. Today you managed to escape from Jonathan, which was great, but you can't do it forever, not every day until the end of school. Sooner or later you will have to talk to him. If not with him, you'll have to talk with Nancy. What if he told her? What if she already knows and now she hates you with all her heart?

Dear Jonathan. There are songs you can't listen to without thinking about a particular person. There are movies where the characters experience something so wonderful that you'd like to be in their place. And there are people you just can't fall in love with. I think I found one.

Shut up. Don't think about it. Call Robin. Tell her the situation is looking hopeless and lock yourself in your room for the rest of your life. When you got up to grab the phone, when the tears were squeezing into your eyes because it was all fucking unrealistic, mom screamed from the living room.

"Y/N! Jonathan is waiting for you downstairs! Come say hi!"

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[stevenismyboy]

I like me better when I’m with you ~Part 2.

This fic was posted first on my main blog which is captainelsaeverdeen. I started my own blog only for my imagines and I moved all my work from there to here. Hope you guys would enjoy this! <3

There’s so little Steve in this, but he’ll be in the next parts all. the. time! And yeah, I named the coach after Troy Bolton from HSM. I can totally imagine him as a strict PE teacher if his music career didn’t work out… Anyways, hope you guys will like it! Gif not mine.

summary: based on ‘To All The Boys I Loved Before’. Y/N Henderson used to be in love a couple of times. This time she’s sure it’s something bigger, something serious. Her love for Jonathan Byers is unlimited, untamed and endless. At least she thought so. You can find my Masterlist here.

-

That kiss.

Steve couldn’t concentrate. Why now, after all this time? From what he remembered the last time you guys talked, he was about your brother’s age. Your contact was limited to a short “hello” in the hallway and waving at each other in town. Nothing else.

He kissed you because Carol couldn’t shut up. He remembered perfectly well how his dad let him sit behind the wheel of his car and little Steve invited to Y/N, Carol and Tommy, his best friends so far. Carol made fun of Y/N all day because she had never been kissed before. There is nothing wrong with that, but little Y/N was so embarrassed that Steve did what he thought was right. He leaned out of the driver’s seat and gently kissed the little girl’s mouth so that Carol could choke on her chewing gum for once.

Only a year later, Y/N realized that Tommy and Carol were not the people she wanted to deal with. She thought they were egotistical, mean, and idiots enjoying others’ failures. And she was right. Steve didn’t understand that until now. Too bad he figured it out too late.

“Dude, what’s going on? Focus before Billy kicks our ass even more, come on!” His teammate hit him on the shoulder. Steve twisted his head and wiped out all the intrusive thoughts. “Yeah, Steve. Concentrate. We don’t want anything to happen to you" Billy said sarcastically. It doesn’t matter why she sent the letter. You can’t play with someone’s feelings. He wanted to explain it as gently as he could and maybe he did. He didn’t find out because Y/N ran away as soon as Jonathan got on the field.

But why she was scared of Jonathan Byers?

-

“Girl, come on” Robin sighed, leaning her hands on her school locker. You sat down on the floor and pulled your knees up to your chest, holding them with your hands to keep them from shaking. You wanted to cry, scream, vomit, or do it all at once. Steve got a letter. Your letter. It didn’t belong to him, it belonged to you. Although it was addressed to him, your thoughts, your feelings were there. He should never have read it. Not to mention Jonathan. “Please, I’m starting to worry. What the hell did he tell you?”

“Robin…” Your voice broke down when you tried to speak. “He… he got a letter”. “What letter?” Your friend pushed herself away from the locker. “From who? What was in it?”

“From me” You said, raising your head a little. The corridor was empty because everyone was in class. Only an angry coach could show up here at any time. You clenched your fingers so tightly on your shirt that your ankles got whacked. “But please promise me you won’t laugh”.

“I don’t feel like laughing. But I feel like I’m way too sober for this”. “I… you know I’m not good at talking about my feelings. It’s much easier for me to write about them. So… so when I really care about someone, I write a letter to that person. I confess my love, I say what I like about that person and how much I care about them… and that’s it. I put the envelope on and hide the letter in the room. It’s just that… someone sent them. Somebody had to, because Steve and Jonathan got theirs.”

Robin was quiet for a while. She bit her lower lip, started going back and forth around the hallway, removing nail polish until she stopped next to you. “Normally, I’d probably say something funny, but it’s not funny at all”. “I think I’m gonna throw up” you said quietly. Robin gathered your hair into a ponytail. “Calm down” she said and sat next to you on the dirty floor. “Just take a deep breath”.

“Take a deep breath? It feels like my insides are being ripped out” you said devastated. “How many letters did you write?” Robin asked. You showed her five fingers. “Do I know the others?”. “One of them goes to school with us. I don’t have any contact with the other two” you answered. “I can understand absolutely everything, but… Steve? Stephen Harrington? When was that? Why don’t I know anything about it?”.

“So long ago we didn’t know each other” you smiled at each other. “In seventh grade. I was friends with him… and with Tommy and Carol. But those two are assholes, and I realized that early on, so I stopped hanging out with them. Steve gave up our friendship for the sake of friendship with Tommy and Carol. We don’t talk from now on. But it used to be different”.

“Y/N, you in there?” someone asked, suddenly showing up in the hallway. You knew that voice. You didn’t remember exactly from where, but it was definitely familiar, the name of its owner was at the end of your tongue.

“We’re in the middle of something” Robin muttered when Stanley from the homecoming who should be in class now stood over you, his sneakers were squealing on the linoleum. He just stood there for a while and stared at you until he started rocking on his feet and waved in front of his face with a blue envelope. Robin whistled loudly.

“So this is the third one” she muttered. Stanley scratched himself in the back of the neck. “Look, I didn’t mean to barge in on you. I saw you run in here from the pitch, and I wanted to make sure you’re okay, and, uh…” he gave you an envelope. You took it carefully in your hands, and pressed it against your chest. “Thought you might want that back. It seemed a little personal”.

“Yeah, it is” you said, looking away from him and Robin. Your heart was beating in your chest, not wanting to calm down. “I wrote it years ago. It should never have reached you… but it did”. “I had a lot of fun that night too” the boy smiled. Robin raised her eyebrow. “At the homecoming. But… Y/N don’t get me wrong, you’re great, but… generally, I don’t like girls… like at all”.

“Well, well. Generally I don’t like boys, like, at all” Robin smiled fiercely. Stanley looked at her surprised, but in this positive sense. “You’re gonna get along with each other” you waved the envelope, afraid you’d faint without air. “Here’s what we gonna do” Robin turned around, still sitting with her legs crossed and grabbed your hands. “You’re gonna go back home and make sure Dustin has nothing to do with it. Search your room carefully, maybe the other two are still there”.

“Even if, those three could ruin my life the most. No offense” you said, and Stan raised his hands. “Dustin certainly didn’t do it. That’s not possible. He wouldn’t have a reason”. “You think so. You never know. Go and call me. I’ll cover for you.”  

“From Coach Bolton? He’ll never forgive you this” Stan grumbled dissatisfied. “Thank you, Stanley. That comment was completely unnecessary” Robin rolled her eyes. Everything seemed to be passing at an accelerated rate. Staying in the dressing room, coming home on a bike, as if time had decided to help you and let you go home as soon as possible. Mom was already inside, just like Dustin. You ran up the stairs so fast that you stepped on Mews’ tail and she was furious.

“Y/N! What’s the meaning of this, you didn’t see her or what?!” mom was screaming completly outrageous, but you didn’t listen to her. You fell into the room, stopped on the bed and took the vinyl off the shelf.

It was empty.

You looked under the bed, under the desk and under the dresser. Shit, you even looked under the carpet and pillows. Nothing. Nothing at all.

“You took anything out of my room?” you asked when you went into Dustin’s room. “Why would I?” your brother break away from his homework for a while “I’m not getting excited about your bras”.

“When the last time party was here, or whoever was in my room?” you asked. Dustin didn’t answer, so you ripped his math notebook from him. “Yes or no?” “Jesus Christ” Dustin rolled his eyes. “I don’t know. I don’t control them. I just let Max in. They were messing with Lucas and he poured hot chocolate on her shirt. I said she could take something of yours, so I gave her a little privacy. But she already gave it back. It’s in the laundry basket.”

“It’s not about the stupid shirt…” you just shut up, left the room and went back to yours. “Hey… Hey! What is it? You don’t think she stole something…” your brother’s voice was jammed by the sound of the door closing. You slammed it a little too much. You slid slowly to the ground, pushing your back against the wall.

The letters are out. They’re out. There’s nothing you can do about it. Happiness in misery, Chris’s letter was adressed to the bunks at the camp, so at least he’ll never know how cute he looked in his swimsuit.

“You got the letter” Dustin knocked slowly into your room, but you didn’t say anything. “It’s from… from some Ralph. From Florida. Mom says the chicken will be ready soon”.

And he slipped a brown envelope through a gap under the door. Ralph’s not Steve, Stan, or Jonathan, so his answer probably wouldn’t have caused any emotion, but your heart literally stopped beating when you reached for the letter. But it wasn’t an answer. Ralph just sent your letter back. No message, no comment. He just returned something that never belonged to him.

You hid your face in your hands, trying to calm down. Today you managed to escape from Jonathan, which was great, but you can’t do it forever, not every day until the end of school. Sooner or later you will have to talk to him. If not with him, you’ll have to talk with Nancy. What if he told her? What if she already knows and now she hates you with all her heart?

Dear Jonathan. There are songs you can’t listen to without thinking about a particular person. There are movies where the characters experience something so wonderful that you’d like to be in their place. And there are people you just can’t fall in love with. I think I found one.

Shut up. Don’t think about it. Call Robin. Tell her the situation is looking hopeless and lock yourself in your room for the rest of your life. When you got up to grab the phone, when the tears were squeezing into your eyes because it was all fucking unrealistic, mom screamed from the living room.

“Y/N! Jonathan is waiting for you downstairs! Come say hi!”

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[imagines-oneshots-galore]

Talk Later?

A/N: WELCOME BACK. I got another request here, this one is with a Henderson!Reader. Again, I took some liberties with the request. I think it still fits, but it just made more sense in terms of timelines and such. Either way I hope y’all like it!

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Fandom: Stranger Things (specifically Stranger Things 3)

Word Count: 1,813

Summary/ Request:  Can you do a Steve Harrington x Henderson!reader imagine where they meet up at the Starcourt before the battle and worry/asses each other’s injuries (her’s from the Mind Flayer and Steve’s from the Russians) and while they’re meant to be preparing, Steve decides it’s the time to finally confess his feelings?

Warnings: Some violence, sad times, light sexy times. 

Ao3 

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(I don’t think that that is what he is saying in the gif, but meh, who cares. 

This was it. 

You, and all your friends, were gonna die. 

Billy was speeding towards you, his camaro’s engine was thrumming with power, and compared to the thunks and groans your car was making, you would be lucky if Jonathon’s car would even start.  

Nancy was firing shot after shot at Billy, but no matter how good of an aim she had, he didn’t seem to be slowing down. Tears clouded your vision, and you could hear the kids screams, but you could only think of your loved ones. 

“I love you Dust Bunny” you said through the walkie as you braced yourself against the back of the car. You were scared to leave your brother behind, but you had no doubt that Steve would love and take care of Dustin in your place. You just prayed that he would live to see the next day, even if you didn’t.

But instead of an impact, your head snapped up as you heard the scream of metal hitting metal and the squealing of tires. 

“Griswold family, do you copy?!” Dustin yelled over the walkie, “Y/N please! Tell me you’re okay!” you could hear the tears in his voice, so you fought through the shock to reply. 

“We’re all good Scoop Troop, a little shaken up, but we’re good” You said as you let out a breath, and looked over to Steve who sat in the driver’s seat of the TodFather. He was your knight in shining armor. Well, more like your knight in a sailor costume. 

However, your relief was short lived as you felt the ground shake, so forcefully you felt it from within the back of the car, and heard the terrifying roar of the Mindflayer as it crawled atop the destroyed Starcourt Mall. 

Thankfully, right then, Jonathon was able to get the car started, and Nancy called for Steve and Robin to jump in. Steve climbed into the back with you, and Robin managed to squeeze in with Lucas and Will. You let out a squeak as Steve grabbed you when Jonathon peeled out of the parking lot, bringing you into his lap and drowning you in a hug. You clung to him like a lifeline, breathing him in. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you had thought about him too, when you saw Billy cruising towards you. You thanked every god there was that he was okay, well, relatively okay.

“Oh my god Steve! What happened to your face?” You said as you sat back and got a good look at him. You lightly swiped your thumb under his swollen eye, before trailing it to his cheek, a frown crossing your face.  He couldn’t help but close his eyes at your soft touch, leaning into the hand that was now holding his face. He felt like he finally had a second to breath, now that you were safe in his arms. Your hands stroking his face reminded him that he did in fact have to open his eyes, and reply to you. 

“Ah, just some Russians, don’t worry about it. This is like, the third time in the last two years my face has looked like this,” He laughed, shaking his head and wrapping around his arm around your waist a little tighter as Jonathon took a sharp turn. You gasped as his fingers hit a spot on your side, and your hand flew down to cover his. 

“You okay Y/N/N?” Steve asked frantically, moving you off his lap and onto the seat, his own body switching to the floor where he put his hands on your face and arm, looking for any visible injuries. You shuddered as your hand grazed the spot again, and you felt a small amount of liquid slip through your fingers. 

“Oh my god! You’re bleeding!” Steve shrieked, causing Jonathon to swerve and Nancy to send a glare to the back. You had to stop yourself from laughing as he tried to (unsuccessfully) rip off a piece of his shirt, “need to stop the bleeding…” being mumbled under his breath. “Steve, I’m fine, it’s just a graze from some glass,” You said as you took his hands in yours, making him stop trying to rip apart his uniform. Just then, a sound came over the walkie again, one you never thought you’d actually here. 

“Dusty Buns do you copy?”

“I copy Suzie-Poo, it sounds much better now, thanks” You looked back up to Steve and you both came to the realization at the same time. 

“Suzie” 

You couldn’t help but shake your head at the craziness of it all. There you were, sitting in the back of Jonathon’s car, hearing your brother talk to his girlfriend about Planck’s constant, so that Hopper and Joyce could get into the secret Russian base underneath the mall, to shut down a machine that linked your world to an alternate dimension. Oh and not to mention the fact that there was a giant ass monster running after you. 

Speaking of the Mindflayer, he decided to make his presence known once again, by unleashing yet another ear shattering roar into the air.

Before you really thought about it, you threw yourself back into Steve’s lap, hiding your face in his neck, as his arms instinctively wrapped around you. You realized a beat later what you had done,  and immediately tried to move back. 

“S-Sorry…” You said as you pulled away slightly, not getting too far due to the arms that were still wrapped firmly around your waist. 

“S’okay,” Steve whispered, but you could tell his attention was elsewhere. Instead, as you felt your heart start thundering in your chest, you realized that he was staring at your lips. His eyes flicked back up to meet your gaze, and the next thing you knew he had crashed his lips to yours. The kiss was frantic, as if you both couldn’t get enough. Maybe it was because you both knew that it could be the last time you ever got the chance to do it, or maybe it was the thrill of finally acting upon unsaid feelings. Maybe it was a combination of both, but neither of you were complaining. 

Steve’s hands were everywhere, pulling you closer onto his lap and trailing them down your back as you gripped onto his amazing hair. Stars danced behind your eyelids as you finally got to kiss the boy you had been crushing on since middle school. It was horrible timing, but who were you to question fate?

While you and Steve were off in your own bubble of teenage hormones, Robin and Will were sat upfront, both amused and horrified by not only your makeout session, but with Dustin and Suzie singing “The Never Ending Story” over the walkie. 

“What on EARTH is happening right now?! There is a monster chasing us while Steve and Y/N are making out in the back and Dustin is doing karaoke!” Lucas shouted as he looked at the remainder of the group. Robin and WIll shrugged, prepared to let it go in favor of focusing on getting away from the MindFlayer. But then Robin heard Steve groan and she did NOT want to hear what other sounds the two of you could make if she let you continue.  

“Steve! Y/N!” Robin said as she threw a can at Steve’s head. You broke apart immediately, with Steve glaring at Robin as he rubbed the back of his head. 

“We’ll talk later?” You asked through a laugh, even though Robin had ruined a moment, you had to admit that she had good aim. 

“Yeah, yeah sounds good!” Steve said as he cleared his throat, trying to discreetly shift under you without you noticing...

“Oh my god! Steve’s got a boner!” Lucas shouted, laughing maniacally as Steve turned a bright shade of red.

“C’mon man! Not cool!” Steve looked back to you, trying to gauge your reaction, but your gaze was locked onto the back window.

“Hey guys!” You said nervously, getting the attention of the entire car. “It’s turning around”

“What?” Nancy asked from the front. 

“It’s turning around,” 

“Maybe we wore it out?” Lucas suggested.

“I don’t think so, hold on!” 

Jonathon said as whipped the car around, flying back towards Starcourt Mall

~~~~

In the end, the battle had been won, but the victory didn’t come without a price.

Max had left without her step brother, and although he had been a dick to everyone, including you, you knew of what went on behind closed doors. You also knew that he had been possessed, like Will had been, his actions weren’t of his own free will. 

He was a kid that had been taken advantage of, and was a victim like everyone else. In the end he had sacrificed himself to Save El, a girl he had just met, because she showed him two minutes of kindness. 

You believed that Billy Hargrove deserved better than the fate that was handed to him. 

And El, poor El, lost the only parental figure she had. Hopper’s death was felt by all of you, and it was going to take a long time for the party to heal from those wounds. He too, had given his life for the world, and there wasn’t even ash left to remember him by. 

It was a grueling few months that followed. You’d attended both Billy’s and Hopper’s funerals, and helped the Byers, including El, move out of Hawkins. The only thing that got you through those tough times, was your boyfriend Steve. He had held your hand and wrapped his arms around you through the night when you were plagued by nightmares. He meant the world to you, and you thanked the stars every day that he had come into your life. 

“Hey Steve?” You asked as you laid upon his chest, his steady heartbeat thumping under your ear. 

He hummed in reply, his eyes closed and relaxed, fingers softly carding through your hair.

“I just wanted to say that I love you” He opened his eyes then, and you nearly melted when you saw the pure adoration shining in them.

“I love you too Y/N, more than you know,” He said as he leaned down, pulling you closer to his body and kissing you like your life depended on it. The fire still burned as bright as it had that night, if not more so, and before you knew it, Steve had laid himself on top of you, seemingly now shirtless. You felt his mouth start to trail from your lips, to your jaw, to the curve of your…

The door burst open, and to your horror, Dustin strolled in without a care in the world. You tried to throw Steve off as fast as possible, but the damage was done. 

“OH GOD, MY EYES!”

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New Year's Eve 

A Choices Fan Fiction of The Royal Romance, Red Carpet Diaries, and Perfect Match.

A/N For my bff @krsnlove and for all her encouragement over the past year. Don’t know what I would do without the gifs and laughter. Here’s the pairs she loves, meeting up for a special New Year’s Eve.

Song: What Are You Doing New Year's Eve

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Part 1 The Invitation 

Cordonia, The Royal Palace...

"New York?" Maxwell breathed the words. "We are spending New Year's Eve in New York?!"

Olivia's lips curved in disgust. "Another masquerade ball. Can anyone think of something less original for the usual crowd of nobles?"

Liam flipped the invitation over. "It might be enjoyable. Hakim and Joelle have friends and connections all over the world. They will likely attend."

"More snobs." Drake muttered. "Happy New Year to me."

"Joelle knows a lot of people involved with the fine arts." Amanda pointed out to him.

"So either rich snobs or cultural snobs? Great." He grumbled.

"You are all missing a huge point here." Maxwell announced. "We are going to enter the new year kissing someone in New York! This is a game changer. I can feel it."

"Game changer?" Amanda asked. "What do you mean?"

"We," Maxwell lowered his tone to sound more mysterious. "Are going to kiss the one."

"The one?" Olivia snorted. "We're all going to kiss the same person? I think I'll pass."

"No!" His blue eyes narrowed at the smirk she shared with Drake. "We each will find the one right for ourselves!" He held the gilded invitation closer to the light. "Can't you guys feel it?"

Drake leaned back in his chair. "The only thing I feel is a long flight ahead of us to a crowded city that will be even more packed on that night."

"It says our hotel rooms have been reserved." Amanda added. "The ball is being held in the same hotel, so at least we won't have to try and get somewhere."

Olivia groaned while standing up. "Guess we need to go pick a gown."

Amanda sighed in resignation. "I think I might find a black gown. Reflect the color of my mood as I spend yet another New Year's not sharing a kiss with anyone special."

"You can moan and groan all you want, but you'll see. Everything is going to change for us." Maxwell predicted.

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"Please." Nadia drew the word out in a slight whine. "Kai is going to be stuck at work. Please go with me so I'll know someone there."

Damien ran a hand over his heavily stubbled chin. "Nadia, I hate these type of--" he glanced at her as she gave him the sad puppy eyes. "Nice try. Can't we just stay in?"

"I've been invited to a party by a duke and duchess. A duke and duchess! Two people who are patrons of the arts! I have to go. This is a huge opportunity and honor for me." She folded her arms and lifted one eyebrow. "I had no idea you were so timid about being around rich and cultured people. If you feel you can't keep up with them intelligently..."

His eyes cut to her while a slight smirk formed. "Well I'll be damned. You honestly think I will fall for that technique?"

She huffed and got up. "Fine. I thought my best friend would be willingly to go with me and keep me from breaking down and calling Steve. But I guess I will just spend it here, in my apartment, thinking of ways to get my ex back. Probably drunk dial him after drinking a bottle of champagne by myself. Alone. In the--"

"I'll go!" He shouted. "Just stop the guilt. You're too good at it."

"Yay!" She hugged him tight. "Be sure and bring a mask with your tux."

"I take back all the times I said Kai was right for calling you a precious cinnamon roll." Damien muttered. "She has no clue how evil you truly are."

________________

Hollywood, California...

"This came for you." Holly dropped the gold envelope on Thomas's desk.

He set aside the screenplay he was reading and reached for it. "Thanks. Would you bring--" he paused when he saw who the invitation was from. "Damn."

"What is it?" Holly craned her neck to read the invitation. "Oooh, New Year's Eve in New York. Want me to book your flight?"

He groaned. "Yes. There is no way Joelle will let me out of this. Not after I missed the previous party."

"Who are you going to take along as your plus one?" She asked.

"No one." Thomas firmly replied. "I have neither the time nor the inclination for romance."

"You never do." Holly muttered. She pulled up some possible flights.

"I'll leave on the twenty-ninth." Thomas decided. "It will give me time to prepare myself for whatever Joelle has in store for her unsuspecting guests."

Holly nodded. "Sounds like--" she pulled her phone out when it vibrated multiple times. "We are coming with you. The duke and duchess invited Matt, Ryan, amd Jessica along too. Addison, Seth, and I have been added as plus ones." She smiled at his groan. "Sure you don't want a plus one too?"

"Positive." He replied. "I can escape easier alone."

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Shanghai, China...

"I won't make it until after New Year's. Mr Lee not only negotiated the entire deal, he then somehow managed to make me agree into taking his daughter to Hakim's party." Rashad explained to his business partner.

William chuckled. "I'm so happy right now that I have the flu. He probably would have talked me into escorting another daughter."

"I've never met her but I can predict that other than seeing some of my friends that this will be one miserable New Year's Eve. And to answer the question you're about to ask, I will not try and receive a kiss." He shuddered. "If she is anything like her father, I will have to run and hide at 11:59."

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December 29th, The Four Seasons, New York...

Liam stared out of his penthouse's window. The lights of New York were beginning to become brighter as night fell. His thoughts were centered on Maxwell's prediction. He hoped it came true for his friends. He knew it couldn't for himself.

The last six months had been some of the hardest he had ever faced. His father's death from a massive heart attack had been followed by his brother's decision to abdicate the throne. Liam had become king before he had a chance to comprehend all the changes.

He was grateful for Olivia discovering a loophole in his ascension. He didn't have to settle for an arranged marriage. He was able to accept the crown with an engagement. He and Amanda pretended for a few weeks before ending the sham. All was done with little trouble.

But now...he couldn't simply meet a woman, ask her out, have romance of any sort. He had to be cautious and choose the one that would be the best queen. That's all there was to it. No matter how much he wished differently. This was his life.

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Downstairs in one of the bars of The Four Seasons, New York...

"I can't believe you managed to swing us getting hired as holiday help for the third year in a row." Daniel teased.

Riley laughed as she picked her tray up with the requested drinks. "Third time is the charm. We get to help out with some kind of pretty big party on New Year's Eve. Rob promised us all bonuses that will make us weep with joy for working that night."

"I've never been so excited to be single before." Daniel replied. "Hello trip to the Bahamas."

Riley laughed while taking the drinks to the different tables.

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Rockefeller Center...

"Beautiful." Amanda breathed.

"I'm freezing." Maxwell muttered, pulling his coat closed.

"Please." Olivia rolled her eyes. "It's barely brisk."

"It's a tree. You decorate like a hundred of these every year." Drake complained. "Why did we have to come out in the cold to see this?"

"You didn't." Amanda reminded him. "I told all of you to go on to dinner and I would meet you there. I was not about to come to New York during the holidays and miss this."

Maxwell checked his phone. "Liam is on his way to The Palm Tribeca. We should head on over."

"Wait! We need a picture of us here." She looked around and spotted a man off by himself, looking at the tree.

"Pardon me?" Amanda gently touched his arm.

He glared down at her. "What do you want me to sign?"

She blinked in surprise. "I was going to ask if you would take a picture--"

He snatched her phone out of her hand. He held it up and took a selfie with her. "There. Now if you will excuse me."

Amanda stared at him in shock. "I'm afraid you misunderstand. I wondered if you would mind taking a picture of me and my friends in front of the tree."

The man's cheeks flushed. She wasn't sure if it was cold, embarrassment, or irritation. Possibly all three.

He followed her over to the group and took the photo. "Here." He muttered, handing her phone back to her.

She looked at it and beamed. "It's perfect. You managed to frame us with--"

"Amanda! Hurry up!" Drake yelled out. "We will leave without you!"

"Coming!" She smiled once more at the man. "Thank you again and Happy New Year."

His frown eased. "Same to you." Thomas watched as she ran toward the man that was waving impatiently.

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The Palm Tribeca...

"I know this is just so I won't back out of the ball," Damien took a bite of his steak, "but you have reverted back to precious cinnamon roll status."

Nadia grinned at him. "I never doubted I could." She looked up when another group entered. Her eyes locked on what had to be the most extraordinary set of blue eyes she had ever seen.

Damien looked over at what had caught her attention. "I'm starting to think that whole drunk dialing Steve thing was an empty threat."

"Huh?" Nadia noticed his dimples form right before he winked at her.

"Should I go over there and tell him you like him?" Damien teased.

"What? No!" She dropped her eyes and picked up her wine glass. "I was merely admiring, artistically mind you, the color of his eyes."

"They're blue." He taunted.

"They are not simply blue! They are..." She looked over at the man's table and quickly looked away when he caught her staring. "They are multiple shades of blue to create a color rarely seen."

Damien glanced over at him. "No, they're a basic blue."

"You're hopeless." She mumbled. "I suppose the work Michelangelo did on The Sistine Chapel's ceiling was basic redecorating."

"Well," Damien gestured with his wine glass. "You're not wrong."

"You--" Nadia narrowed her eyes at him. "You are trying to get a rise out of me."

"And succeeding." He teased. He motioned toward the other man. "Go talk to him."

"What? Just walk over there, interrupt his time with those people? He could be dating one of them! Or married! Have three beautiful children with those gorgeous eyes and dimples." Nadia sighed while slumping in her chair. "I am destined to be a tortured artist."

"You make more money off one painting than most do in a year." Damien rolled his eyes. "Nowhere near tortured status."

"Tortured in love!" She snapped then covered her mouth when conversations paused around them.

Damien chuckled. "I think you're tortured right now. Should I ask if there is any paper and pencils you can borrow? Maybe some crayons they keep on hand for children?"

Nadia covered her steadily growing red face. "That's it. No more special dinners for you. Ever."

"I doubt that. You love the cinnamon sugar doughnut holes here too much to not drag me along." Damien eased off the teasing. "Nadia, you know you're cute as can be. He keeps looking over here, just walk by and say hi."

She shook her head. "I can't. But I will have those doughnuts. Possibly three orders of them."

Damien reached over and squeezed her hand. "Whatever you need."

________________

In another corner of The Palm Tribeca....

"What are you going to order?" Addison asked.

Thomas diverted his steady gaze from the woman who's picture he took. "Er, my usual."

Ryan leaned over to see what he kept looking at. "That doesn't look like your usual."

Addison turned around in her chair to look at what they were talking about. "Not another red head. Wasn't Marianne enough to steer you away from fiery tempered people?"

"Not her, I was looking at--" he stopped right before he revealed what held his attention.

Holly practically climbed in Ryan's lap to be able to see. "Is it the brunette?"

"Forget her!" Addison softly squealed. "It's him! Oh my-- how do I look?" She asked Matt.

"Beautiful, but who is the man you suddenly want to impress?" Matt asked, not even attempting to hide his jealousy.

"It's the new King of Cordonia. You know! Liam." She sighed on his name. "Ugh. Pictures rarely do him justice. AAAHHHH!" She covered her mouth. "Do you think he's here for the same party?!"

Thomas nodded. "Hakim and Joelle are close to the Royal family. I--"

"I'm going to meet him!" She squealed.

Matt met her eyes and waited.

"You know I love you." She hugged him. "I'm just fangirling."

"Why don't my fangirls act like that?" Seth asked.

"Because you have to have fangirls first." Holly remarked.

"Good point." Seth winked at Jessica. "Iowa, when we get back home, remind me to add squealing fangirls to my list of goals."

She laughed and took his hand. "It can be your New Year's resolution."

"You're brilliant." He pressed a kiss to her cheek. "I knew I loved you for more than your looks."

"Liam's highly intelligent." Addison added. "He isn't just make you want to weep handsome."

"What kind of handsome am I?" Ryan asked.

"The usual kind." Holly told him. "I've yet to tear up over looking at you."

"Not even choke you up handsome?" He countered.

"There was that one time I watched a movie you were in and choked on popcorn." She kissed his cheek. "Does that count?"

"Definitely. I can live with being choke you up handsome." He wrapped his arm around her.

Matt tugged on Addison. "Stop staring and pretend you remember who I am."

She looked up at him and smiled. "I gave you my heart." She glanced again at Liam. "A few seconds doesn't change that."

"Guys we are missing the main point." Jessica interrupted. "Hunt has found someone he not only likes but has kept him from saying how ridiculous our conversation is."

They all turned their attention on Thomas. When he noticed how quiet it was he stopped looking at the woman sitting beside Liam.

"What?" He asked. "I'm ordering the lobster."

"Holy--" Ryan smacked his back in camaraderie. "It finally happened."

"What are you talking about?" Thomas felt a trickle of unease settle over him.

"You finally found someone who renders you speechless." Ryan told him.

"And deaf." Holly added.

"That's preposterous." He waved to a waiter and ordered an old fashioned. "I've done nothing of the--" he looked up when she rose from her chair and went towards the back.

"The word you're looking for is sort." Jessica teased.

"Nope, it's love." Seth corrected.

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Towards the back of The Palm Tribeca...

Rashad tried to keep from staring at the young woman sitting across from him. The moment he had met Hana, he had been tongue tied and in a highly grateful frame of mind.

"Do you come to New York often, your grace?" She asked.

"Rashad, please." He corrected again. "And yes, I do."

"Is it still as exciting each time you visit?" She asked. "This is my first time and I am still in awe of it."

He smiled at her. "I guess since I usually come for business purposes that I haven't had a chance to really enjoy it."

His smile brought her own out, nearly blinding him with her beauty.

"Rashad!" Amanda greeted. "We thought we saw you." She smiled warmly at him and then Hana. "Forgive me for interrupting. But we were wondering if you wished to join us." Her eyes fell on their half eaten plates. "But since you are settled, I should leave you to it."

Rashad stood and introduced her to Hana. "She will be at the ball with me."

Amanda's eyes lit with interest. "That's wonderful. I look forward to talking more to you then, Lady Hana." She patted Rashad's shoulder. "Enjoy your evening."

"We will." He said with another smile at Hana.

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"Well? Was your mission successful?" Olivia asked.

"Her name is Hana Lee. Rashad has completed a business deal with her father and she is now his date for the ball." Amanda explained.

"Forced to take her or happy to?" Maxwell asked.

"I'm not certain on the forced part but he definitely looked happy." Amanda replied with a grin.

"I told you!" Maxwell exclaimed. "Big things are happening here."

"For Rashad maybe," Drake argued. "The rest of us, not so much."

Maxwell looked over at woman he had winked at earlier. She didn't seem to be on a date with that man. Or was she? "It's going to happen." He told them. "Just you wait."

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Outside The Four Seasons...

“I think I might go for a walk.” Olivia told them. “I will see you all in the morning.”

“Do you want me to come with you?” Amanda asked.

“No. Go ahead and get some rest. I’ll be fine.” She assured.

A couple of blocks from the hotel, her arm was grabbed.

“What took you so long?” She asked.

“Maxwell had to reassure me that I would find the one this New Year’s.” Drake muttered. He wrapped his arm around her waist. “He doesn’t realize that I already did that quite some time ago.”

Olivia rolled her eyes. “This sneaking around in the dark is getting old.”

Drake looked at her. “I thought you wanted to wait to announce our relationship once we were certain of our feelings.”

“I still feel that way.” She told him. Her red lips firmed in determination. “That’s why I am willing to be your date for the party.”

He stopped them both. “You are?”

HIs deep voice combined with that heated look in her eyes made her lips curve into a smile. “I am.”

He pulled her close for a kiss. “So am I.”

_______________

The Four Seasons, at a dark bar...

“You should have come along with us.” Amanda said, scrolling through her pictures with Liam.

“I had to finish reviewing that trade agreement.” He explained. His smile formed at the picture of his friends in front of the tree. “So you not only saw it but talked the others into it.”

She laughed and nodded. “They didn’t even realize they were talked into it.”

He moved to the next picture. “You didn’t tell me you met Thomas Hunt.” 

Her smile fell. “What? I have never met him.” She looked down at the selfie that the man she---”Oh no! No wonder he asked me if I wanted an autograph when I approached him.” She dropped her head on the table. “He must have thought I was an idiot.”

Liam chuckled. “I doubt that. After being in the public eye, he probably enjoyed the anonymity.”

Amanda shook her head. “I can’t believe the opportunity to meet him happened and I wasn’t even aware of it.” She stood up and waved him back down. “Enjoy your drink. I’m going to go bury my head under my pillows and relive all my mistakes in that moment.” She wished him a good night and left.

A new waitress approached his table and smiled. “Can I get you anything? Liz had to leave and I will be handling her tables.”

Liam shook his head. “Thank you though.”

She tilted her head and studied him. “I don't mean to pry, but are you okay?”

He looked up at her and paused. “I--I am. I have nothing to complain about.”

“That doesn’t mean you don’t have a right to be sad.” She told him.

“Well, Ms.--”

“Riley.” She said with a warm smile.

He tried to gather his thoughts. “I suppose the new year approaching has brought me down.”

She glanced at Daniel and motioned for him to keep watch on her tables before sitting down across from Liam. “In what way?”

He rolled his glass between his hands. “The usual I suppose. Fear of making the wrong decisions. Wishing you could be reckless for a moment.” He looked up at her. “Wish you didn’t feel so alone.”

Her brow furrowed and she reached over and placed her hand on his. “Everyone feels that from time to time. And right now, you aren’t alone.” She gently squeezed his hand. “I’m here.”

His blue eyes seemed to burn with intensity as he met her steady gaze. “Yes, you are.”

[bright-molina]

a/n I did it y’all, I finished a fic for the first time in a billion years! Sidenote, I wrote this literally waaaay back when season 2 first came out so it’s outdated, yeah, but hey a fic is a fic right? Also: that middle gif isn’t mine, just wanna put that out there. Also, also: lowkey if y’all want more steve fics hmu

*

Your eyes were narrowed at the screen of the TV. You had no idea what was going on in whatever show happened to be playing but if looks could kill then those actors would be dead ten times over. It was date night and Steve had bailed on you for the third week in a row. To make matters worse it was your anniversary and he was now avoiding you. Usually, you had Nancy to talk to about it but even she had disappeared without a word two days ago. It took you longer than you cared to admit to connect the dots but you finally had. There was something going on and you were determined to find out exactly what that was. 

You picked up the phone with a new purpose and started dialing numbers. There was no answer at Steve’s house which you had expected and so you tried Nancy one last time. Mrs. Wheeler gave you the same response she had given you the night before, one which you were now sure was a lie. You dialed a few more numbers but none of them led you anywhere. It was then that you got the idea to try Jonathan’s. If your best friend was anywhere it would be with him. After a few rings, somebody finally picked up the phone. It just wasn’t who you were expecting it to be. 

“Hello?” 

“Mike?” You weren’t too surprised to find Mike on the phone. You had, afterall, lived right next door to the Wheeler’s your entire life. You had honestly spent a fair amount of time with the party and you knew how close Mike was to Will Byers in particular. 

“Y/N?”

“Shit!” 

“Was that Steve?” You sat up in your seat and were surprised to find out that the Byer’s house is where your boyfriend was hiding. You could hear Steve telling Mike to tell you that he wasn’t there. You couldn’t help but sigh and roll your eyes at his desperate attempt to throw you off.

“Uh, n-no. He’s not here.”

“Don’t lie to me, Mike. I can literally hear him talking.” You could hear the sound of muffled shouting on the other end of the line. Their voices became clear and Steve answered the phone himself this time. 

“Hey, babe”

“Steve Harrington!” You immediately scolded, practically being able to see the way he was most likely wincing on the other end. “You bailed on me again!” 

“I know, I know. I’m sorry—“

“Sorry isn’t going to help when I kick your ass!” You shouted. You were mostly angry at him but also a little hurt. For as long as you could remember, the two of you told each other everything. And now, just as you thought you and Steve were at your best so far, he started hiding things from you. More than anything you wanted answers. “You better have a good explanation for ditching me because I swear to god, Steve, I told you last time that —” 

“Monster hunting!” He quickly responded, yelling a little bit in the process. He knew he couldn’t lie to you any longer. If he hadn’t told you than he was sure you would get it out of one of the boys, all of whom adored you. 

You wished you could say that Steve’s claim of ‘monster hunting’ surprised you but it really didn’t. The year before you had fought off a demogorgon alongside him, Nancy and Jonathan. When Will had gone missing you refused to sit still. And when there turned out to be a monster from another dimension you didn’t hesitate to help your friends get rid of it. Needless to say, it was quite the bonding experience and you and Steve had gotten to know each other a lot better since then. 

“Look,” Steve’s voice lowered and you could tell he was worried. Your anger dissipated almost completely upon finding out all his sneaking around came from needing to know you were safe. “Just promise me you’ll stay home, okay? I’ll explain later, promise.”

“No need,” You couldn’t sit back, a fact which Steve knew very well. Not another moment passed before you were standing up from the couch and looking for your things. “I’ll be there in ten.”

*

“Great, you see what you little shit’s did? Now Y/N is going to show up and she’s pissed at me which is never a good thing” Steve sighed as he ran his hands through his hair, not that it budged at all. He had spent a few minutes debating what exactly he was going to tell you when you got there. Finally he had come to the conclusion that he would just wing it, maybe he’d get lucky and you’d let it go because of unexpected circumstances. 

“Dude, you’re the one who bailed on her again,” Mike shook his head. He could recall the many times before when he overheard you telling Nancy everything that had happened. And then the following day’s conversation when you would tell her how he had made it up to you. Usually involving details he wished he could unhear. “That’s not cool.” 

“And on your anniversary?” Dustin was the next one to criticise him. “You know, you’re not really coming off as the best boyfriend at the moment. No offense.” 

“You guys are supposed to be on my side,” Steve mumbled as he rolled his eyes at their comments. He had to admit though, they weren’t totally wrong. It wasn’t that he didn’t care about you, of course he did, more than anything. Which was why he had opted in keeping you out of the loop this time around. 

“Wait, wasn’t Y/N the one who killed the demogorgon last year?” Lucas questioned. They could all recall your telling of the events perfectly and if there was anyone they believed, well it was you. “So wouldn’t it have made sense that she help us out?” 

There was a chorus of agreements from the rest of the party while Steve rolled his eyes at them. “Technically we all killed it a little. As you know, my girlfriend is a badass and she just so happened to be the one to deliver the killing blow that got it stuck in the trap. But we all got some hits in, okay?” 

“So basically she killed it” Max put it simply and the boys unanimously agreed while Steve tried to argue his point. A laugh rang through the room over their debating. 

“You bet your ass I killed that thing.” 

When they turned they found you standing in the doorway while leaning on your own nail covered bat. Steve watched as you greeted each of the boys and introduced yourself to Max. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight of you listening to them recounting everything that had happened the past couple of days. It wasn’t until you turned to look at him with a glare that his smile fell. 

“We have to talk don’t we?” He asked even though he knew the answer perfectly well. 

“Kitchen” Was all you replied with before walking past him without another glance. 

*

“It’s all Dustin’s fault!” Steve immediately told you. Both of you pretended not to hear the ‘no it wasn’t!’ from the other room. “I was on my way to see you but you weren’t home and he ambushed me. They all did. It was the kids fault! And then there was a junkyard and these lizard things and shit and,” He sighed heavily and it was then that you noticed just how tired he was. “It’s been a long day.” 

“And you were planning on fighting those things alone?” You asked, not surprised at all by the fact. 

“Not exactly,” He knew when he saw the look on your face that he had to elaborate. “Mrs. Byers is with the kid in the room and Jonathan, Nancy, and Hopper are clearing out the shed. We have a plan.” 

“Why did nobody think to tell me what was going on!” You sighed in exasperation as you propped yourself up on the table. A shot of fear ran through you as you realized that until now it had been just Steve and the kids and you had no clue what they were up to at the time.

“You were the first person I said we should go to!” 

“Yeah, same!” 

“Hey, dickheads, this is a private conversation” Steve rolled his eyes at Lucas and Dustin before turning back to you. He sighed when he saw the way your arms were crossed while frowning. You felt him wrap his arms around you, holding you as close to him as possible. “It was my idea not to call you. I’m sorry.” It simply wasn’t possible for you to stay mad at him. A soft smile made its way onto your face and before you knew it you were kissing him for the first time in what felt like ages. “You know I love you, right?” 

You gave a small laugh before kissing him, a little harder and a little longer this time, muttering I love you’s in between. “You know,” You were short of breath as you hopped off the counter and tried to compose yourself. Steve watched as you turned towards him again and your smile very subtly turned into a smirk. Your face was flushed and you were both just a little disheveled and he could swear he fell in love with you even more just then. “I had a little surprise planned just for you tonight,” Your voice was low and suggestive and if he wasn’t flustered and bothered before than he definitely was now. You placed one last soft kiss on his lips and flashed a smile before turning around again and making your way out of the room. “I guess now you’ll never know what it was.”

“Wait!” Steve tried calling after you but you were already gone. He let out a frustrated sigh as he ran his hands through his hair again. His imagination ran rampant with all the possibilities of what you had been implying. He spent another few minutes pacing the kitchen in an attempt to calm down a little. One thing was certain. He had missed out on spending time with you and if they didn’t die that night he was definitely going to kill Dustin. 

*

A week later you sat in your living room once again. This time however you had company. 

“Please baby,” Steve whined as he placed soft kisses up and down your neck. He had pulled you into his lap and was trying to convince you to elaborate on the little comment you had made at the Byer’s the week before. Meanwhile, you were watching a rerun of Ghostbusters. You were stubborn though and refused to tell him. For the time being at least. 

After another ten minutes of Steve trying to get your attention you finally huffed and turned to face him, straddling his lap in the process. The action caught him by surprise and he moaned a little when you kissed him just to get him to stop talking. 

“You really want to know?” You whispered against his lips as you tangled your hands in his hair. He gave you a small nod and gulped a little. “Well first,” His attention was focused completely on you and your every move as you kissed along his jaw. “You let me finish watching Ghostbusters.” 

Your laugh rang through the room when Steve threw his head back, rolled his eyes, and groaned loudly. In a flash you had changed positions, you now had your back against the couch while Steve straddled you. “You really suck, you know that?” You simply hummed in response as he kissed you again. 

The moment was short lived. Before you could process what was happening the front door swung wide open and you were met with a chorus of shouting. 

“You two are disgusting!” 

“What the hell guys!” 

“Seriously, get a room!” 

“Everyone avert your eyes!” 

The two of you sat up on the couch, Steve reluctantly and with a heavy sigh. You, on the other hand, gave him your I-told-you-so face. You had very specifically reminded him that it was game night and the party would be there soon. Evidently he hadn’t heard you. 

“Can we help you?” Steve looked at them, only slightly annoyed at their sudden intrusion. 

“We called tonight,” Mike complained first, motioning towards the plethora of junk food piled on the table that you had bought for everyone earlier. “In case you hadn’t noticed.” 

“And you guys couldn’t have knocked? We were,” Steve paused for a second and debated his next choice of words. “A little preoccupied.” 

“You know what,” Dustin interrupted before anyone could argue any further. “Just because we’re good people, and kind of owe you both, we’ll postpone for tomorrow. Just, you know, sanitize the place or something.”

He had a point and they all figured it was better safe than sorry. You let them leave all the things they had brought with piled on the floor and soon you were left alone with Steve again. 

“I knew he was my favorite for a reason.” Steve made sure the front door was locked before walking back over and offering you his hand. 

“What?” Your smile was wide, already knowing what he was planning. Or hoping you had planned still. “You don’t really want to pick up again after that do you?” 

“Why not?” His grin matched yours and there was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “Just in case, we’re safer in your room. C’mon.”

You spared one last glance at the door before taking his hand and letting him lead you upstairs, knowing you were in for a blissfully long night. 

[somniac]

headcanon ;; Jesse and his father

content warning for abuse

This is long, so I don’t expect everyone to read it, but the short version is that a close viewing of the scenes with Jesse’s family has led me to the headcanon that Jesse’s father used to hit him, but no longer does. I know people can be touchy about headcanons like this, so that’s why I included my reasoning here.

The scenes with Jesse and his family always give me a really uncomfortable feeling, so while I wasn’t sleeping the last couple days, I decided to rewatching them to try to figure it out, and… 

Look. I went into this thinking they’re a family trying to live that ‘80s American dream and just trying to ignore how bad things are getting for Jesse because they don’t know what to do? But there are some dynamics that I recognize here.

The moment that really stands out, that really puts the pieces into place, is right after the bird scene. Jesse’s father, Ken, has his tools out to fix the stove (possibly thinking that’s what caused the house to be so hot prior to the bird going wild). Ken and Jesse’s mother, Cheryl, are kind of joking about what could’ve happened to the bird. Jesse is obviously annoyed that they’re taking it so lightly and says, with a bit of attitude, “Well, it’s sure not a leaky gas pipe.”

Ken jerks his head up, hitting the hood of the stove, then accuses Jesse of setting the whole thing up and stuffing the bird with a cherry bomb. It’s not clear if his father is still joking, because his tone changed a little and the atmosphere is just more tense. 

Either way, Jesse gets upset about the accusation and says “Look, you can’t talk to me like that” before immediately heading to his room. Jesse is clearly angry, but it’s not a tantrum or anything, and he’s not saying anything that should be viewed as particularly aggressive on the surface. However, Ken’s reaction is to try to go after him in an aggressive manner. Cheryl holds him back telling him to stop while he keeps screaming for Jesse to come back. (Sorry for the low gif quality. I had to make it small enough for Tumblr while still capturing the entire moment.)

A few things stick out about this. 

First, Ken’s overreaction to Jesse questioning the situation leading him to hit his head on the hood of the stove.

Second, the way the tone shifts when Ken makes the accusation toward Jesse. Cheryl is still trying to laugh it off, but she also seems to be uncomfortable.

Third, Jesse’s response of “you can’t talk to me like that” isn’t what I would expect. I would expect something like “why would you accuse me of that” or “I wouldn’t do something that awful” but no… 

Fourth, the way Jesse immediately leaves the situation, and Ken’s temper escalates reeeeeally quickly.

Fifth, Cheryl’s reaction. The awkward laughing at first and then grabbing Ken to hold him back.

I think Ken’s and Cheryl’s reactions are the most obviously uncomfortable here. Ken’s quickness to heightened anger along with Cheryl knowing to immediately start holding him back... Why would she even do that if he’s just going after Jesse to talk to him? It seems clear this not being the first time Ken reacted this way to even slight rebellion from Jesse.

But it’s Jesse’s line that really gets to me. To me, there seems to be an unspoken “anymore” at the end of his sentence. And the way Jesse immediately backs off of the argument and leaves also seems to be avoiding further confrontation that a teenager might otherwise seek when they’re angry.

I don’t want to get too deep into it, but I’ve known multiple people who spoke back to their father in that particular way because their father used to hit them and only stopped after he got in trouble for it. There’s this dynamic of the child having a little bit of power in their situation now, because the abuser has seen some repercussions for what he did.

This scene sort of reframes some of the other scenes. There are very few positive interactions between him and his father. The first few scenes are about Jesse needing to finish unpacking his room, and they’re pretty normal except that the conversations aren’t really face to face. One of them usually has his back to the other, and there’s literally no affection, no joking, no other conversation between them. Even when Cheryl and Ken rush in when Jesse’s having his terror, Ken does look concerned, but doesn’t say anything.

And then there are the scenes after the bird argument. This argument DEEPLY upsets Jesse. When he goes to get a drink of water during the night, that’s when the lightning strikes the plates in the kitchen, near the place where the argument happened. Then he wanders out to the leather bar where the sequence with Coach Schneider--an openly abusive father-like figure--happens leading to the first kill.

Even more telling, after Jesse is brought back home by the police, Ken is extremely subdued while Cheryl is clinging to Jesse protectively. This is the time when he’s the most affectionate with Jesse in the entire movie (although he does also protectively hold Jesse and Angela when the bird is attacking). He moves close to him and pushes his hair off of his forehead before speaking to him, while Cheryl and Jesse are both tense the entire time and barely responding to him. When he asks if Jesse’s on drugs, he doesn’t do it in an accusatory way this time, but as if he wants to get him help.

Which makes me think. Because, I think this is a situation where it’d be pretty likely that a parent might yell at their child, but he doesn’t... I think this reflects the cycle of abuse. Ken didn’t actually hit him this time, but this is the reconciliation. The fact that Jesse responds in an extremely emotionally detached way to Ken’s behavior makes me think he’s experienced it before and sees through it. 

And, of course, the very next day Ken is talking about how Jesse needs a ‘kick in the ass’. AGAIN, this wouldn’t be a big deal out of context. A lot of people say that metaphorically. But when Ken says it, Cheryl stays silent. She just stares at him, swaying back slightly as if she’s truly upset by what he’s said. 

The last big scene between them is when Jesse brings up that Ken knew what had happened in their house before he bought it and didn’t tell any of them about it (including Cheryl). This is the most confrontational Jesse gets with Ken. But this time, Angela’s there, and when Jesse raises his voice while talking about Nancy’s mother killing herself, she gets frightened. Cheryl’s way of comforting her is to say “Daddy and Jesse are just pretending, that’s all.” Again, the argument leads to a supernatural occurrence near Jesse when the unplugged toaster catches on fire.

So, I don’t know if the writers intended this, if it is something they put in subconsciously, or if I’m reading too far into it, but I think this is going to have to be my headcanon: 

Ken used to hit Jesse, in part because he didn’t see Jesse as masculine enough. Cheryl got him to stop sometime earlier, probably before Angela was old enough to really remember it. This leads to father and son being emotionally distant with each other and avoiding confrontations, but Jesse has a lot of pent up anger about it, represented in the film by supernatural moments like the lightning and the fires. Cheryl just wants to have a nice, normal family and tries to ignore the obvious issues her son still has… and when they’re bad enough she can’t ignore them, she wants to medicalize his problem as if it’s only Jesse who needs to be ‘fixed’ instead of viewing it as a family problem.

[mysteryartisticwriter]

A Strange Thing // Stefan Butler X Reader X Stranger Things

A/N: I’m going to have the third and final part of ‘Reality’ out this weekend, since I took a little break from it to write this. I was at a writing block for a while so I wrote this little one shot for some practice. This one is a cross over between ‘Stranger Things’ and ‘Bandersnatch’ because I love them both so much! But don’t worry for those who are waiting for their request or for the third part of ‘Reality’! Those will be out by at least this weekend!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN BTW

Requested: Nope

Warnings: Nothing really, just some plain ol’ FLUFF AT THE END

Not my gif!! (Please tell me if you, the owner, would like me to take the gif down!)

Your Saturday morning of ‘85 started out pretty normal and happy. Being the older sister of Dustin Henderson, as well as being the Party’s main babysitter, you were given the job over the weekend to watch the kids while they had a sleepover at your house. Your mom was out for the weekend and the parents allowed you to watch over them. The boys’ sleepover at least, they knew they needed someone for them.

The girls, being Max and Eleven, were coming over for breakfast then hang out with the boys. Lucas and Mike were ecstatic to see their girlfriends, while Dustin and Will were just happy to hang out with their friends.

Steve, Nancy and Jonathan were going to come over around noon to help watch them, but for now, you made the Party’s favorite breakfast; Eggos, bacon and pancakes. You weren’t for sure it was their favorite, but they always asked you to make it every time you looked after them.

The reason for Steve and the others to come over was because you were waiting for an important call. A very important, life changing call.

Your dream, since you were a kid, was to work as a game developer or creator. You had several projects started, but your most recent one was by far the best. Over the years, you saved up enough money to help you get to England, where your favorite game company took place; Tuckersoft.

One of your favorite games was from Tuckersoft. The game ‘Bandersnatch’ had recently come out on Christmas and it was already the 3rd of January. You loved the game so much and you wanted to meet the creator himself, Stefan Butler. But unless you get this job, your dreams were going to have to wait.

“(Y/n)! Can I have more Eggos?” You heard El call out to you. You smiled at her.

“Sure thing kiddo. But don’t eat so many, alright? I don’t want Hopper on my ass because you got sick from too many Eggos.” You and the gang laughed. It was special moments like these that made you happy to be their babysitter.

“Can you adopt us so we can have your breakfast everyday?” Mike asked.

“Dude, (Y/n)’s already our babysitter. She’s basically already adopted us.” Lucas pointed out.

“I like (Y/n) just as our babysitter.” Will said, unable to hide his grin.

“She’s my sister so—“ The phone on the wall made a large ringing that interrupted Dustin.

You went over to the phone and answered it with a friendly greeting. The gang all quieted down to hear the conversation.

“Hello there! Could I talk to (Y/n)?” The person over the phone asked, their clear British accent thick.

“This is she.” You replied.

“Ah! Well I called you to tell you regarding around the game you’ve submitted to us.”

“O-oh! Yes! What-what about it?” You anxiously played with the telephone wire as you waited for the response.

“Congratulations! Your game was spectacular and we would love if you came to Tuckersoft to fully promote it!” The person told you. Your jaw dropped and you lost the ability to speak for a few moments.

“Y-Yes! Of-of course, I would love to! When should I come in?” You were holding onto the phone so tight, you thought it might break.

“Well considering you live in another country, we could have you fly in at least by next week. Don’t worry, we have your ticket and flight already planned out for you!” You almost squealed out of excitement.

He gave you the details on your flight and the location of the new company building and where you would stay for the time being, which you had written down on a sticky note, and then ended the call. You were so excited! You couldn’t wait to tell the kids and your mom! You went back over to the kitchen table where the gang was eating and smiled continuously.

“What was that all about?” Max questioned.

“Yeah and could you not smile anymore? It’s freaking me out....” Your brother said. Finally, all of your feelings burst out.

“Guess who’s going to England!”

“Are you sure you have to go?” Your mother asked, her eyes full of tears. You patted your mom’s back in comfort.

“Yes, mom. This is my dream! I’m finally going to become a computer game developer!” Your hands tightened around your backpack strips. You could hardly wait to get onto the plane to fly over to England.

You, the Party, the teens and all the parents (being Joyce, Hopper, Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler, and your mom) were at the airport, saying their farewells.

“I’m proud of you, (Y/n). The little girl we knew before is all grown up!” Joyce and Hopper held each other as tears were coming into their eyes. Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler were holding each other as well, as they’ve already said their goodbyes to you and wished you luck.

“Come on mom, not you too!” Will and Jonathan protested, although they were starting to tear up as well.

“Ignore them, (Y/n). They just don’t want to be embarrassed.” Nancy giggled, hugging you tightly.

“We’ll miss you, (Y/n). It won’t be the same without our favorite babysitter.” Max said as she hugged you.

“I am offended that you think she’s better.” Steve says dramatically. You knew he was joking, but you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“I’ll miss you too, Harrington.” You friendly kissed him on the cheek, causing him to smile.

“Hey! Don’t we get one?!” Your brother and the others whined.

You laughed before giving everyone a proper goodbye hug and kiss on the cheek before you heard your plane starting to board. You walked over to the doors of the entrance and looked back at the big family that you had formed over the years. You’re going to miss them of course, but now, you were forming a new life.

“What if they don’t like me?” Your boyfriend of five months asked. You rolled your eyes at him then placed his hand in your own. Both of your other hands held the suitcases the two of you had.

“Stefan, they’ll love you! You don’t need to worry.” You reassured him, a light British accent showed itself from which you picked up over in England.

It’s been about six months since you’ve left Hawkins, Illinois. But now you were coming back to visit your family, and you brought your current boyfriend along with you. You won’t be there for long, just about a week or so since Mr. Thakur wanted you both to come back and work again soon.

You met Stefan when you had to work on a video game together. Almost immediately, the two of you clicked. Colin Ritman, another game developer at Tuckersoft, as well as your idol and good friend now, introduced you two. You were at first shy to meet Stefan, as well as he. You thought that because he was now a well known creator, he wouldn’t be interested in you. But you were wrong. 

Stefan admitted to you about how he felt everyday. How he felt controlled, how he almost wasn’t able to submit ‘Bandersnatch’ because of his problems. You helped him through it and was there for him when he needed you the most. Almost a month after being in England, Stefan finally worked up the courage to ask you out on a proper date.

Right now, you were standing in front of the doorstep of your house. It was weird coming back to see everything, but it was all mostly the same.

“Are-are you positive?” Stefan asked once more, looking down at the cemented doorstep. You kissed him on the cheek, lovingly, and grinned.

“Positive, love.” You watched as his shoulders relaxed a bit and his cheeks lit up red from your affection.

You opened the door with the spare key that you always kept with you and the moment you stepped into the house, you were tackled with hugs, questions and cheek kisses.

“We missed you!”

“You have so much to catch up on!”

“You missed so much of our D and D!”

“How was England?!”

“Did you eat a crumpet??”

Many questions were bombarded at you at the same time before you had to yell out to give yourself some air. All of the kids got off of you and Stefan came from behind you to held you up. You gave him a thankful smile in return.

“How are you guys?” You asked them, turning to them.

“We’re fine. We missed you, though.” Mike said.

“Did you pick up a little bit of an accent?” Lucas said, hearing your voice.

“Yeah I did. When you live somewhere for a while, you tend to pick somethings up a bit.” You answered, chuckling a bit.

You answered some of the questions that the gang asked you and Jonathan and Steve put yours and Stefan’s bags away, giving you hugs and cheek kisses while doing so. You giggled as you saw your boyfriend stiffen up a bit at their actions, before gently rubbing his hand with your thumb. Of course, you told Nancy that you were bringing Stefan, who ended up telling the boys. You guessed she just didn’t tell the Party.

“Um..(Y/n)? Who’s that?” The redheaded girl, Max, questioned you.

Everyone’s head turned toward Stefan who was standing shyly behind you. You pushed him in front of you and interlocked your hands again.

“Everyone, I would like you to meet Stefan Butler. My boyfriend.” The gangs’ mouths flew open and then started to attack Stefan with questions that he struggled to answer.

“You’re the one who made ‘Bandersnatch’ right?” Will curiously asked.

“Y-yes.”

“And you’re her boyfriend?” El wondered, her eyebrows furrowed.

“Y-yes...”

“Do you have any criminal history?” Dustin asked, trying to get up close to your boyfriend’s face, as if to intimidate him.

“Alright! Alright! Questions later! We’re both really tired and we would love to sleep!” You called out to everyone, not even bothering to hold in your chuckles.

While you greeted the rest of the people in your home, Stefan was constantly followed by the Party as they watched him with close eyes. After finally talking to everyone and catching up a bit, you kissed your mom on the cheek before telling everyone you and Stefan were going to your room to sleep. Considering you had a fairly large room and bed, it wasn’t going to be hard to fit the both of you.

As you showed Stefan around your home, your boyfriend looked out of the corner of his eyes and saw the kids peeking around the corner.

“The kids do love you, don’t they, love?” Stefan said, just as the two of you entered your room. You shut the door behind you and ran your hand through your (h/c) hair.

“Yup. They’re like my own children. I babysat them all for so long that it seems abnormal to me if I don’t see them for long.” You replied, sitting on your bed. 

“Speaking of children...do you think we could have some in the future?” Your boyfriend pondered, his voice grew quieter with every word. You laughed a bit and lied flat on your bed.

“We’ll see, Stefan. We’ll see.”

Stefan laid beside you on your bed and wrapped his arms around you. You faced him and placed your foreheads together. Stefan let out a big sigh and started into your (e/c) eyes. The same eyes he was always entranced in.

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” Stefan blurted out. Your expression at first was shocked, but then it gradually formed into a grin.

“I do too.”

Stefan largely smiled before bringing you into a soft, tender kiss. He held your right cheek in his hand while his other still wrapped around your waist.

It was a strange thing. Bringing your new life into your old, but it was worth it. As long as you waited for the future.

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Vegemite

Summary: Billy thinks you really like really love Vegemite but he wants to know if you really like really have a thing for him too. OR the one where some strange series of events push the reader to find a side of Billy Hargrove she didn't know existed.

Pairing:  Billy Hargrove  x Newby Fem reader

Words: 2k+

Warning: Brief mention of PTSD in the form of nightmares and SOFT!Billy.

A/n: I do not condone Billy Hargrove’s behaviour in Stranger Things. (That being said this is just how I imagine he would have been had the Duffers not done him dirty and shown him as a one dimensional douche bag). Sorry its long! I OWN NEITHER STRANGER THINGS NOR THE GIFS.

I woke up again drenched in sweat with my heart beating at an uneven pace. With shaky, clammy hands I pushed the blanket off of my body and looked over at the clock on the bedside table. 3:05. There was no point in tossing and turning as I knew that sleep would not take over me till the snippets of the nightmare completely disappeared. So as per usual I walked to the kitchen to get some cold water in hopes of calming my nerves.

After chugging down the third glass of water, I set the glassware down and rested my forehead against the wall. The moment of peace however was short-lived as somebody whispered my name making me spin in around in surprise.

Will was standing before me in his pajamas looking as a pale as a ghost. The bags under his eyes looked prominent.

“Will. Why are you up this late?” I asked as I walked towards him and smoothed out his hair.

“Couldn’t sleep.” He whispered in a frail voice, the trembling of his lower lip did not go unnoticed.

“Hey buddy, come on lets tuck you in bed, yeah?” I couldn’t think of any other logical solution.

When he nodded I led him to his bed. We passed Jonathan who had passed out on the couch in the hall. Will and Joyce still had their own rooms while Jonathan decided to give me his room when Joyce took me in their house. 

After tucking Will in I switched off the bedside lamp and decided to head to my room but I stopped when Will suddenly grabbed my hand.

“(Y/n) do you miss him? Your dad?” He asked me; softly and cautiously.

“Yes bud. I do.” I smiled at the boy and ran my hand over the drawing that Will had made. 

Sighing I bid Will goodnight and walked to my room. He already blamed himself for half the things that had gone down i didn't want to make him feel guiltier. Finally I shut my eyes hoping for sleep to takeover but all the while I lied awake thinking about how different life would have been if my dad would have been alive.

Like every morning the Byers and I got ready in a haste. Joyce came over to me like she did every day, kissed my forehead and said, “Bob is watching over us and he is proud of you. So am I.” She smiled through her tears muttered a sorry and ran towards her car. Jonathan had already left as he was busy with yearbook duties. That left Will and I. We finally made our way to school in what used to be my dad’s car.

My dad, Bob Newby’s death was hard on all of us especially Joyce and I. After his death I knew I couldn’t stay in my dad’s house. Staying in the old house only brought back memories that once I held close to my heart but now the same memories had began to prick at my heart. Joyce took me in and nobody objected. Since then I grew close to the Byers and everyone around them but especially to Will. So much so that I could instantly read him based on his behaviour. That’s how I figured out something was bothering him.

“Hey Will? You okay there?” I glanced at Will who sat on the passenger’s seat looking out of the window.

“Yeah.” He murmured half-heartedly.

“Is it the nightmares?” I asked cautiously.

“Yeah, no it’s just some school stuff.” He shook his head.

“Anybody giving you a hard time?” I briefly looked at him.

“No.” He replied quickly. That was a tell-tale sign that he was lying. But seeing as we had approached school I decided to let it slide.

I just gave him a smile and promised him that we would talk about it after A/V club when I’d pick him up. He nodded and ran towards the entrance of the school. As usual I waited till he entered the doors. However, instead of going to the door he walked to a car, a blue car. Wait, not just a blue car it was a blue Camaro with a California number plate. Had it not been the first ring going off drawing my attention, my eyes would have fallen out of the sockets after looking at Will interacting with none other than the notorious Billy Hargrove. I gripped the steering wheel tightly. Is this the “school stuff” that Will was referring to? I decided to confront Billy about this in school later. 

Unfortunately the later never came. Billy and I had no period in common save math but he mostly always skipped it and I was not surprised when I saw that his seat was empty today as well.

Billy was known for being a nuisance. But rumour had it that he had mellowed down a little. He would still come to school some days with bruises on his cheeks but surprisingly his knuckles were free of any wounds. Sometimes he would even nod at Steve in hallways like a civil person and had stopped bothering him completely. He had actually started to work hard and managed to get Bs in all of the subjects (even in maths he consistently scored B-) better than an F and D anyway. Much to everyone’s surprise he even stopped “chasing anything and everything that had boobs and legs.”(Nancy’s words). Instead of constant partying and hooking up Billy had started working at an auto-body shop in Hawkins. Everyone was shocked to see this side of Billy.

Did I find Billy attractive? Yes. Was the fact that he was probably turning into a better version of himself making him more attractive? Yes. But when it came to Will I was very protective and I eyed everyone with suspicion when it came to his safety maybe that’s why I still had my doubts about Billy. So I decided to finally confront him after the A/V club meeting where I was sure he’d come to pick up Max .

As the end of the day neared I grew restless. I was never good with confrontation let alone confront Billy Hargrove. But with my head held high and an unshaken resolve I walked to the middle school building as soon as the bell signalling the end of the last period went off. Skimming through the parking lot I realized there was no sign of Billy so I quickly marched to the A/V room. I thanked God silently when I saw him outside the A/V room but I suddenly halted around the corner when I saw what he was doing. He had cornered two boys against the locker and was pointing his finger threateningly at them. The two boys who looked younger- but were slightly taller and bigger for their age- looked down at their feet as if they were being scolded by their mother for stealing cookies out of the jar. I furrowed my eyebrows and tried to identify who the boys were but it never occurred to me. Instead of standing in the shadows, I walked to Billy and pulled at the collar of his jacket forcing him to turn around. As soon as Billy turned around the two boys scurried away.

Billy simply rolled his eyes and looked at me. The anger in his eyes and frown lines were suddenly replaced by an emotion very foreign for him. He almost looked sincere and alert.

“Hi (Y/n).” He smiled. It was really weird to see Billy Hargrove do anything other than smirk.

“Keep your ‘hi’ to yourself. What do you think you were doing threatening those boys like that?” I jabbed my finger in his exposed chest.

He only raised his hands and looked at me with an amused expression. “Look (Y/n) I-

“No I am not done yet. What were you doing with Will today? Threatening him too, huh? I swear to god if you so much as look at Will I will pu-

“(Y/n)” I suddenly stopped my verbal assault when Will came out of the A/V room followed by all the kids. “What are you doing?” He asked.

“Nothing. She is here to pick you up.” Billy interrupted. Looking at me one last he began walking out, Max followed shortly. As all the other kids began leaving the building I stood their dumbfounded till Will reminded me that we needed to get going.

When we reached home the house was empty. Instead of retreating to my room I decided to make sandwiches for Will and I. As the both of us settled before the tv and began eating when Will spoke up, “Why were you fighting with Billy? I overheard your conversation.”

I almost choked on my sandwich when I heard the question.

“I wasn’t fighting we were just talking.” I shrugged.

“(Y/n) if I tell you something will you promise you won’t freak out?” He asked putting his plate down. I nodded slowly mimicking his actions.

“When I went back to school after the incident, the teasing and bullying somehow got worse. People started bullying El and Max as well because they hung out with us. One day when Max was teaching me how to skate Troy and James came over and began teasing me and calling me names. Troy came over to me and pushed me to the ground. He raised his hand to punch me but the hit never came. When I opened my eyes Billy was standing behind him and was holding back Troy’s hand. After that day, after dropping Max off sometimes Billy would wait back and ask me if the boys were bothering me. I guess that’s who you saw him talking to today after school.” Suddenly it made sense. Joyce always complained about how much she hated the two menacing kids and wanted to give them hell for troubling Will.

Before I could recover from the previous shock Will decided to surprise me even further.

“Also Billy keeps asking about you. Things like what you like and if you’re dating. Max told me she told him you like intelligent guys who care about their future. She also told him you really like really love Vegemite.” Will muttered the last part while stifling in his laughter. Through the shock even I somehow managed to laugh. All the cleaning up his act and constantly talking about “how swell Vegemite is” while looking at me whenever Australia was mentioned during Geography suddenly made sense to me. And suddenly I could feel my heart swell with happiness. Was he really doing this for me?

That night while dropping Will off at the Wheeler’s I decided put in some extra effort. I wore my favourite red sweater and tucked it in my white skirt. I even borrowed Joyce’s lipstick and tied my hair in a ponytail. I knew Billy would come to drop off Max and I wanted to ask him about everything Will told me, might as well look a little presentable while doing it. 

Even Will noticed my excitement when I saw the blue Camaro right behind us as we pulled into the Wheeler’s driveway. Giving me a smile he ran inside followed by Max. As I saw the kids running in the nerves started to take over. What if this is a joke? Surely Will wouldn’t lie but what if Billy was fooling him? 

I had no time to think any further as I suddenly heard a knock on my window. Startled I looked out only to see Billy asking me to come out.

I got out and looked at Billy who was leaning against the hood of his car. I slowly trudged towards him and sat on the hood of his car next to him.

“I am sorry for today. Will told me everything.” I said trying to cut through the silence.

“Yeah, I was bullied a lot in school and as much of an asshole as I’ve been I realized that no kid should go through it. Especially Will.” His words warmed my heart. I admit I always had a tiny crush on Billy (in spite of all the things he has done) and the fact that he was actually being kind was making that crush grow a little bigger. 

After a long pause I heaved in a breath and said, “Billy he told me everything.” I repeated my words. Billy suddenly looked at me. The same sincerity as earlier present in his eyes only this time he looked a little nervous, almost vulnerable.

“Is it true?” I asked.

“Yes, (Y/n) Newby. I like you. I’ve liked you for a long time. But after what happened that night with Steve and Lucas I thought you wouldn’t want to go out with a fuck up like me. So I apologized to Steve and all the kids. It was a little hard but not as bad as studying. I even tried Vegemite. It was a little difficult to find it but I tried it anyway.” He rambled as he jumped off the hood.

“Billy I don’t like Vegemite.” I stifled my laughter at the confused boy.

“But Max said…wait… that little

“Hey. It’s okay.” I reached out to grab his hand. I ran my fingers over the multiple scars on his knuckles that had almost healed. He intertwined our fingers and walked closer to stand between my legs.

“But I like all that you’ve done. I am proud of you.” I tucked a strand of hair behind my hair and looked down. The adoration in Billy’s eyes suddenly made feel shy.

“Hey, hey look at me please. Is this okay?” He slowly placed two fingers under my chin. Billy was known to be rough and violent but who I saw before was completely opposite. I nodded.

“If this is okay then would you like to go out with me sometime? Its fine if you don’t wanna.” Billy asked softly.

At a loss of words due to the proximity between our bodies I only nodded. Billy grinned wide and took a hold of my hand.

“As long as we don’t have to eat Vegemite.” I laughed. Billy playfully glared at me before picking me up to embrace me. 

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[ID: Set of 7 gifs from Stranger Things. Gif 1: Steve and Eddie walking through the woods in the Upside-Down. Eddie says "Rich parents, chicks love him. Not a douche?". Between the first and second gif is yellow text on black background that says "meanwhile". Second gif: Tommy pushing Steve harshly up against his car, talking in his face. The gif is captioned "His only two friends hated him". Third gif: Steve and Nancy in the bathroom. Steve, looking upset, asks "You don't love me?". Nancy, drunk, declares "It's bullshit". Fourth gif: Robing and Steve working at Scoops Ahoy. Robin holds up a white board that says "you rule, you suck". She writes another tally mark underneath "you suck" making it a total of 6. There's no tally marks underneath "you rule". The gif is captioned "Sucks at dating". Fifth gif: Steve and Billy during basketball practice. Billy pushes up close behind him and taunts him, saying "I heard you used to run this school. That true? King Steve, they used to call you, huh? Then you turned bitch". Sixth gif: Steve, Robin and Dustin at Scoops Ahoy. Robin asks Steve "How many children are you friends with?". Seventh gif: Steve leaning out the door of Family video. He says something, looking a little fumbling. The gif is captioned "Sucks at dating again". END ID]

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