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woobienation · 2 years ago

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Jancy Week 2022: Woven/Sweaters Ficlet

Jonathan Byers fell in love with Nancy Wheeler on an overcast autumn afternoon in October, 1979. It was Halloween eve, actually, "Devil's Night" to the criminally mischief element of Hawkins, Indiana, although when his mom couldn’t come up with the extra money to pay for the off-the-rack Spider-Man costume he’d had his eye on at Melvald’s General Store since early September, Jonathan decided that he was too old for the holiday anyway.

Halloween was kids’ stuff. Now that he was twelve years old, he didn’t have time for kids’ stuff. He had a job to do.

Presently, he was carefully raking around the gray plastic gravestones in the Wheeler family’s front yard while Mrs. Wheeler repositioned two cheerful, store-bought scarecrows in rocking chairs on either side of her front door. Mrs. Wheeler had told his mom that she would pay him five dollars if he would rake up all of the fallen leaves and an extra fifty cents per bag that he hauled away to his own backyard to burn.

“Jonathan? When you’ve finished with the raking, will you help me bring out another pumpkin?”

Mrs. Wheeler stood back to appraise the decorations. Sighing and stretching, she rested a hand on top of her pregnant belly, which pressed out against a tent-like maternity jumper embroidered with dancing orange and red leaves and smiling candy corn.

“The last one that Mike carved is too heavy for me to carry.”

Annoyed, she blew her feathered, straw-blonde bangs back off of her forehead. Sweat and a swirling autumn breeze had clumped them together and stuck them there, and they fell back down limply, clinging to her temples.

“The pumpkins are too heavy. The groceries are too heavy. The laundry baskets are too heavy. Even the candy bowl is too heavy this year. Everything is too heavy--just like this baby.”

She frowned and straightened a scarecrow’s red gingham collar, then arched her back uncomfortably. Jonathan glanced at her quickly from across the yard, then lowered his eyes to the leaf pile. He actually thought she looked pretty like that: flushed, fussing over little mom-nothings, put-out, and heavily pregnant.

“Sure, Mrs. Wheeler, I can help you.”

He finished sweeping up the last brittle leaves into a pile with a wooden-handled rake several inches taller than he was and then followed Mrs. Wheeler into her family’s tidy, vacuumed living room.

Mr. Wheeler was still at work, and Nancy wasn't home from school yet. (“Where is she?” Jonathan wondered, because he and Nancy were in the same class, and school had let out over an hour ago. And then, when he didn’t hear the usual joyful cacophony coming from the Wheeler’s basement game room: “Where’s Will? Aren’t they finishing their Elder Tree campaign today? He was so excited. He couldn't stop talking about it at breakfast.”)

“Well, here is the pumpkin Mike carved last night,” Mrs. Wheeler said, leading him to the kitchen island.

It’s enormous, bigger than a Thanksgiving turkey, with thick rectangular eyebrow cut-outs slanting downwards into a ferocious scowl and an open, jagged mouth with yellow pumpkin guts spilling onto the clean kitchen counter like vomit.

Mrs. Wheeler sighed and shook her head, unrolling some paper towels so that Jonathan can carry the pumpkin outside by the base and stem without losing hold of the slippery, stringy gore.

“I wish Mike were more…well, more like you, actually, Jonathan. More responsible. Not so into fantasy villains and blood and filthy stuff he finds in the woods and turns into weapons…”

Mrs. Wheeler trailed off, and Jonathan ducked his head, hiding a small smile while he carried the large pumpkin back through the house and placed it beside the others on the front step. He was thinking of the VHS tape waiting for him at home on top of the VCR: "Halloween,” with all of its gore and bloodshed and an implacable, blank-faced villain intent on evil. Jonathan knew that if he lived with pretty, pregnant Mrs. Wheeler, he would have a tidy, vacuumed living room, unwrinkled laundry, weekly piano lessons, and probably an off-the-rack Spider-Man costume to wear to school tomorrow on Halloween, but Mrs. Wheeler certainly wouldn’t be willing to stay up late with him to watch a horror movie on the couch while she hid her face behind an old pillow like his mom, laughing at herself every time she screamed and spilled Jiffy Pop onto the cushions.

“Mike’s a nice kid, Mrs. Wheeler. He looks out for Will.”

At that moment, Jonathan heard a familiar sound: rubber bike wheels whizzing over pavement, followed by the hoarse shouting of happy boys, and--peculiar that this particular noise makes his heart beat a little faster--the cheerful, hollow clattering of the plastic spoke beads on Nancy Wheeler’s purple Schwinn bicycle.

"Mike, wait, no, that's not fair!" Dustin yelled, his voice breaking, "Tanar'ri demons are immune to fire. You just put that succubus in last second so that Will won't be able to use his spell slot..."

"He'll figure it out!" Mike hollered back, rolling up to the clean-raked lawn and dumping his bike onto a leaf pile, followed by Lucas, Dustin, Will, and Nancy. "He's smarter than you!"

The four boys are wearing monster face paint from a school Halloween carnival, and they're out of breath, sprinting across the yard with their heavy backpacks to be the first to the side door to the Wheeler's basement. "Hi, Mom!" Mike yelled, followed by a loud chorus of "Hello, Mrs. Wheeler!" And also from Will, smiling: "Hi Jonathan! Bye, Jonathan!" Nancy followed last, carefully lowering the kickstand on her shiny, purple bike and propping it up in the driveway. She is wearing plastic, flesh-colored, pointy ears and an orange sweater with a grinning jack-o-lantern face on it. Everything about her is small, sharp, and elf-like.

"Hi, Jonathan," she said, as she walked quickly past him, pink backpack slung over one shoulder. "Hi, Mom." Then, gently, pausing, placing a hand on either side of her mother's swollen belly: "Hi, Baby Holly."

It felt like a private family moment, and Jonathan realized that he'd been holding his breath while Nancy walked past, wondering if she'd say anything else to him besides 'hi.' Her wavy brown hair was drawn back into a low ponytail, and the wind gently lifted it up and tenderly placed it back down against her back, ruffling it like an affectionate parent while she spoke to her sister. Something twisted painfully within Jonathan's ribcage, and he suddenly felt like a clumsy voyeur, wishing he could stay within this warm family circle and be invited to touch Mrs. Wheeler's stomach, brush his fingers through Nancy's soft, windswept hair, whisper his own hello to Baby Holly.

He ducked his head, chewed on his inner lip, and crossed the yard, preparing to bag up the leaves before they blew away.

"Nance, C'MON!" Mike hollered up at her from the basement door. "And tell Mom to bring down the candy! We're starting!"

"Not without me, you're not!" Nancy hollered back. She straightened up, adjusted her plastic ears, and headed for the door.

"Nancy," Mrs. Wheeler said, "Wait. Hold on a second."

She ducked through the front door ahead of Nancy and returned with a crisp five dollar bill. "Will you give this to Jonathan? For raking the leaves."

"Mom," Nancy balked, eye wide, "Why can't you pay him?"

"Like this?" Mrs. Wheeler wiggled her toes and rolled her eyes. "You want me to cross the front yard--barefoot--with my feet and ankles swollen up so big I can't even get my house slippers on anymore? Really, Nancy? Just...give him the money, please."

Then Mrs. Wheeler's voice dropped low and quiet while Nancy remained standing with her skinny arms crossed at the threshold of their house, looking obstinate and embarrassed. "You know that Jonathan and Will's dad left them, Nancy. With all those debts. Their family needs the money. Why do you think I asked him over here to rake? Really, how selfish can you be?"

Her voice was low, but it wasn't low enough.

Jonathan overheard, and his cheeks and ears caught fire. His heart hammered within his narrow chest, and a lump formed within his painfully tight throat. He thought he might actually be sick right into a crumpled paper leaf bag.

Nancy is crossing the yard now, apparently shamed into bringing him the money that his shrunken family now needs so desperately. The awful thing is that they really do need it. The sleeves on Will's blue winter coat from last year are too short, the colors are faded and ugly, and kids are cruel, always cruel.

Jonathan is suddenly aware of his own secondhand sweater: brown, striped, threadbare, with a rip at the cuff and collar, and covered in bits of fall leaves. His mom bought it for herself on half-price day at the church-run thrift store. Last year.

"Um, here, Jonathan." Nancy shyly thrust the five dollar bill out towards him. "I, ah...I liked your poster about the Code of Hammurabi. I thought yours was the best one in our class, actually. Do you need any help with bagging the leaves?"

He shook his head and stuffed the money into his denim pocket. The tops of his scuffed sneakers had suddenly become very interesting.

"Okay," Nancy replied, but she doesn't leave. "Jonathan..."

"Yeah?" He risked a glance at her eyes, and they are wide, kind, and cautious. Her plastic elf ears are jutting out at odd angles.

"I think I know someone who needs your help. Here--c'mon."

Nancy grabbed him by the fraying sleeve of his brown sweater and tugged him across the cul-de-sac, up a cracked blacktop driveway, to a red front door with a pretty brass knocker and a front stoop covered in golden leaves. When they arrived on the doormat, she kept tight hold of him and knocked boldly on the door three times: clack, clack, CLACK. While they waited, Nancy threaded her arm through the crook of his elbow, and they stood shoulder-to-shoulder, bright orange interlocked with faded brown, him surprised and a little frightened, her with a set, tense jaw and fiercely determined eyes.

After what seemed like a very long wait, the door swung open, and Jonathan saw an elderly woman with a halo of soft, gray curls around her head standing in front of them in a floral housecoat.

"Nancy Wheeler," the woman says, "What a lovely surprise! But it isn't Halloween yet, is it? I hope I didn't get my days wrong! I don't have my treats ready."

"No, Mrs. Wheelock, we aren't trick-or-treating. You didn't get your days wrong. Halloween is tomorrow. Um, this is my friend Jonathan, and...he's really good at raking lawns. He charges less than the high school boys, only six dollars an hour, and he's more reliable than the bigger boys because he doesn't go away to basketball games or hockey tournaments or anything. He's always over here because his brother is best friends with my brother. And it seems like you could really use some help with your yardwork."

Nancy lifted her pointed chin boldly.

Her gaze is steady and insistent. Her spine is straight.

Jonathan glanced over at her, feeling the warmth of her arm woven with his, and it is this moment, while Mrs. Wheelock is nodding and agreeing that, well, yes, how lovely, she most certainly could use the help with the yard, and six dollars an hour is a very reasonable price--it is this moment that Jonathan realized that doors would continue to open for him if he can just find some way to stay beside Nancy Wheeler, and that his life, currently colorless and shrunken and arid, will become more expansive and bold if he can find the courage to hold on tight. And then he realized, when Mrs. Wheelock's door closed, and Nancy turned toward him grinning triumphantly with the autumn breeze playing with her brown hair and her elf ears on a bit crooked, than he had stumbled wonderfully, incurably into love with her.

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kaypeace21 · 4 years ago

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Idk if this is possible or not or if you've done it already but could you list all the rainbow references in the show?

Haha- talk about pandora’s box. Sure, personally i think the rainbows have multiple meanings -3 meanings to to be exact

1) Rainbows being associated with psychics + Will’s powers plot twist

*We see in the stranger thing novel 'suspicious minds' when overusing powers you may hallucinate rainbows (which are also associated with the void/ monsters in the series) .

Terry: “Spots bloomed behind her eyelids. Every color … as the sunlight turned to rainbows” ( p44-45), “streaks of rainbow appeared (p47)”,“The rainbow stayed with Terry for a long while, but eventually it faded and in its place: darkness. A pit.”(p. 48).

Alice (who sees visions of the future) : “Snarling, snapping monsters,RAINBOW LIGHTS playing in the air around them” (p. 121).

cough Will being in the upsidedown/being chased by “monsters”. And Joyce communicating with Will via “rainbow lights.”

The rainbow room (from s2) also has a rainbow on the door- according to the novel kali drew that rainbow. Similar to Will's rainbow drawing. Kali in the book also creates a rainbow allusion with sunflowers (Terry ref).

Kali: “field of yellow sunflowers grew up around them. A rainbow arcing over the golden tops.” (p. 139). “He noticed she’d drawn up there, a rainbow with her colored pencils. Maybe he’d suggest that for the playroom” (the rainbow room we see in s2) (p. 298)

I also already talked about how Terry saying "breath, sunflower, rainbow " is actually a reference to s1 Will- here (in link including pic of Will and Terry being told to “breath”.

*El in s3 also thinks of papa, her mother , and the rainbow room- cause she sees a cereal box with a rainbow (on it).

Dustin and susie sing a song from the film adaption of the book "never ending story". Which indicates how Will is subconsciously creating the supernatural creatures & people in the series . Before they sing, we also see susie is next to a ‘wizard of oz’ posters & she reads & talks to Dustin about the book "wizard of earthsea'. 2 of the 3 examples have rainbow-related songs (in their film adaptions) & all 3 hint at Will’s powers.

* wizard of earthsea:

It’s about a pre-teen wizard named Ged who has a bowl cut (Will) who casts a powerful spell, but the spell goes awry and instead he releases a shadow creature (by opening a portal between the living & dead- Will is a zombie boy remember?)! The new Archmage, Gensher, describes the shadow as an ancient evil that wishes to possess Ged. But the ‘shadow’ turns out to be a representation of the darkest aspects of his personality. It’ only when he calls the shadow monster by his own name “Ged”(cough mf=will the wise) does the monster stop acting out. The only way to save the world is for ged to then merge with the shadow(and for Ged to accept himself-and “become whole”).This also reminds me of the “Jungian shadow”

* never ending story:

Bastian ( who has a bowl cut- and is from single parent house hold) subconsciously creates a fantasy world being over run by darkness (symbolizing the loss of hope and dreams). One of the characters he creates is Atreyu (El). Atreyu ( was the child deemed the ‘chosen one). “Atreyu is knocked into the sea of possibilities. There he wakes on the shore of abandoned ruins. And Gmorick (mindflayer) then latches his jaws onto Atreyu’s (El’s) leg.”Pretty much what happened to El.”The Empress in the story later tells Atreyu, that despite being told he was the chosen one (he never was). And that it was always Bastian (Will) who was the chosen one-since his imagination created Fantasia (so he’s the only way to stop the darkness from over -running it).”

Will has mental health issues and accidentally writes a “story” about the shadow monster (reflecting his tra*ma). Bastian is depressed (over his parent) and subconsciously creates a story about darkness over-running everything. Like how Hopper describes his depression- like a black hole.

song Dustin & Susie sing:

“Written on the pages is the answer to a never ending story” (cough the books susie referenced - are explaining the answer to what’s causing the mindflayer/upsidedown/the lab...this story )

“DREAM a dream. And what you DREAM will be” ( Will’s imagination making his nightmares come true)

“Rhymes that keep their secrets Will unfold behind the clouds.And there upon a RAINBOW Is the answer to a never ending story.”

(the lyric “rhymes that keep their SECRETS” purposely pans to Will both times the song is sung). Because the ‘SECRET’ is -he’s causing everything. And thus he’s the only way to stop it- or they’ll all be stuck in a never-ending story. The only way to stop it is for Will to face his shadow/the mindflayer (aka the other Will) who is always shown within the STORM CLOUDS . Will needs to create a RAINBOW (out of those storm clouds). Like rainbows that show up AFTER a storm.He’d do this by accepting himself , his tra*ma/mental health relating to his dad, and or his gay identity- then the story will be able to end.Dustin even says “ defeat his RAINBOW of DARKNESS” (and later says a “rainbow is the answer ”(to the story). st book:”The RAINBOW stayed with Terry for a long while, but eventually it faded and in its place: DARKNESS. A pit.”AKA: Will has to face his symbolic darkness and the storm/and than create a rainbow from it- for the story to end...

When Dustin says ‘rainbow of darkness’ he talks about my little pony- where one of their friends became a dragon. in d&d wizards can become dragons &Bastian also summons a dragon with his imagination powers in ‘never ending story’. And Will is associated with dragons: s1he has dragon comic & drawing, s2 Will has dragon poster in his room + watches his friends play dragon game. And again... dungeons & dragons.

Also tw for s.a/parental ab*se (so skip to ‘wizard of oz’ if you prefer ). In the 4th book of wizard of Eathsea (20 years after the original, where ged was the protagonist). The new main protagonist - was r*ped and burned by her father as a child (and in the sequel she became a dragon as a form of empowerment ). which goes with my lonnie theory-sadly.

*wizard of oz:

it’s about a Dorothy creating a mythical world based on people she both likes and dislikes . Dorothy sings in the movie a song about a ‘RAINBOW’ and references ‘DREAMS’ coming true in a mythical land -much like the ‘never ending story’ song (referencing “rainbows”/”dreams” coming to life).

“There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby Somewhere over the RAINBOW, Skies are blue, And the DREAMS that you dare to dream, really do come true...”

We see in s1 Hopper cop-partner calls the lab “emerald city”. Murray in s2 says people “don’t want to look behind the curtain” (to see what’s causing the supernatural -in the film what was literally behind the curtain was a wizard-cough like Will). We also have -lion, tiger, and bear stuffed animals (as a ‘lion, and tigers, and bears-oh my!’ quote )from the film. And David harbor (Hopper) when referencing the s4 rainbow room (quotes the song) and he also quotes a speech from Dorothy-when posting about the cabin the mindflayer destroyed.

2) Rainbow cups (hinting at Lonnie’s return)

We see 2 rainbow cups in the series.

in s2) when Mike & Will are sitting together & saying they’re “crazy together” . This cup next to them says “happy birthday” in rainbow. Later that season- they talk about Will’s birthday-rainbow drawing, Mike&Will meeting & Lonnie leaving. And in s2, we also see in Will’s room a card that says “sorry, I forgot your birthday”(most likely from Lonnie). So both Lonnie & Mike are associated with Will’s bday.

in s3) We see a woman yell “I don’t want her in my house!” (while she sits next to a rainbow cup). reminiscent of Joyce saying to Lonnie “get out of my house”. We also know there are rumors s4 takes place during Will’s birthday & Lonnie’s actor may have been spotted on set. Along with the fact (it’s pretty much confirmed) Mike will be visiting the Byers in s4. However, the woman (next to the rainbow cup) also says “2 visitor only. 2!″

THE 2 VISITORS ARE MIKE &LONNIE (for Will’s b day).

Also, in s3, when El is drinking from cup- she sees a rainbow. And what’s the first word she thinks of? “Papa.”

so rainbow+cup= shitty dads (lonnie & brenner) probably returning

*And of course if that’s the case -Lonnie (the same guy who called Will h*mophobic sl*rs) will not be supportive of Mike & Will’s “friendship”. And will not be nice to Mike (to say the least). Like... imagine Hopper in s3 - but we know he’s not bluffing and the audience won’t have the option to take it as a joke... and yes the s4 movies hint at that...

3) gay symbolism

First we have Mike wheeler. He in s1 has rainbows sheets, rainbow bedroom blinds , and in his basement there’s a heart propelled by a rainbow. This is like how in s3 Mike kisses El and there is a drawing that says "Mike'. And on the drawing is a heart propelled by a rainbow. I already explained how its symbolic of him trying to be straight/fighting his feelings for Will, but wherever he goes a rainbow still follows (even when he tries being romantic with El). He’s trying to hide his “rainbow heart” by dating El- why in s3 (the rainbow-heart in his basement) mysteriously disappeared from his room (but a similar symbol follows Mike even when he kisses El).

Even in s2 when talking about Will (in the AV tech room): Mike is placed in the center of 2 objects : an object with 11 on it & on the right a rainbow apple (this apple is supposed to be an ode to the gay father of computers- but also about the forbidden apple). Hinting at the love triangle of Mike (with El/Will). PLUS, in the ST book ‘worlds turned upsidedown’ they literally show Mike in the AV room- and put the caption “FALLING IN LOVE- with tech” (and placed rainbow flags next to the caption). And of course we have Mike & Will pose next to the rainbow apple- in the AV room.

We also see when Mike and Will says they’re “crazy together” (aka LOVE-as Flo stated) and they’re next to a rainbow cup that says Happy birthday .

And later that season they ref the rainbow ship Will drew for his birthday-which Joyce was "proud" of. And while dancing with a girl (Will according to the script was looking at Mike instead of her) . That girl is wearing a rainbow heart hair pin. This is essentially a parallel to Mike . Will (next to a rainbow heart) is dancing with a girl, but is secretly thinking of Mike. Mike (next to a rainbow heart) is kissing el but secretly thinking of Will (and immediately goes on a movie double date with Will after this). The lyrics of both these scenes indicate they're not happy pretending to be straight. The lyrics for Will are "every smile you fake". And Mike while kissing el is "just a little uncertainty can bring you down" (and during this lyric is when El puts her hands on him-and he removes her hands from him *aka he’s not as confident in the relationship as he pretends to be.

We see in s4 bts that the rainbow heart hair pin (worn by the girl Will dances with) is also worn by nancy while standing next to Robin (who is gay). So being near a ‘rainbow-heart’ is prob a hint a character is gay. Aka robin & Will & Mike.

tumblr user “awhstrangerthings” pointed out the nancy -hair clip detail.

In s1 when troy is calling Will h*mophobic sl*rs (in front of Mike) he wears a rainbow shirt. And max while often critiquing m*leven (in s3) (to Mike) often wears rainbow shirts. I talked about how I thought Troy and max subconsciously remind Mike he isn't straight - so they're associated with the rainbow iconography-post here. Like we see Max with rainbow sheets (like Mike) and than she immediately talks to him on the phone. I mean she could be queer- but I lean to that theory at the moment.

The whole being near rainbows when associating with a queer character makes sense (it’s like a ‘gay-dar”). Similar to Nancy’s hair clip when being near Robin/ that Girl having the same rainbow hair clip when dancing with Will. If we assume this theory than see a pattern with other characters (when speaking about/being near queer coded characters)....

it’s similar to how : When lucas (via subtext) criticizes m*leven- he is also next to a rainbow (in Erica's room). I explained here- why it’s about m*leven.

or when Jonathan says he’s going to hang out with Will (it’s near a rainbow).

This Jonathan moment -Is similar to when Steve ( who has a rainbow bandaid-from the Byers’ house) calls Mike “Nancy” (which is slang for a gay guy)

*another addition: you see in the comments of this post ghostgirlsatin mentioned Dart has a rainbow blanket. But, I noticed a couple of other things.

notice Dustin says "we have to talk- its about my friend ,Will". As Dustin is near rainbow lights and a rainbow bed sheet. Like how

A) rainbows are associated with the supernatural creatures + Will

B) rainbow lights associated with Will

C) rainbows near straight characters when talking about /near queer characters... similar to how Jonathan is near a rainbow when talking about Will

*also can’t tell if that is a ‘rainbow ship’ poster?

We also see Erica has a sunflower & rainbow drawing in her room... at the moment not sure if its just a random easteregg , foreshadowing something supernatural we're not aware of yet? or just for the m*leven diss?

(although given the fact i think some characters were created by Will- and given all the Max &Billy/Will & jonathan parallels ... the rainbow stuff may be a hint Will created them? I mean they even made a Troy comic just to show his dad is a bully.) But, at the moment, i still lean to (some) characters having rainbow iconography because they’re referring to/are near a queer character.

#will byers #byler #mike wheeler #dustin henderson #el hopper #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #steve harrington #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #jim hopper #joyce byers #stranger things #stanger things theory

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thephantomofthe-internet · 6 years ago

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Lavender and Daisies

Steve Harrington x Holland!Reader, Max Mayfield x Reader (PLATONIC)

Word Count: 4,183

Warnings: Death, grief, violence, mourning, funerals, angst, crying, swearing

Tag List: @carolimedanvers @thechickvic @moonstruckhargrove @hotstuffhargrove @alex--awesome--22 @lilmissperfectlyimperfect @so-not-hotmess @agentsinstorybrooke @sunflowercandie @kaliforniacoastalteens @songforhema @mickmoon @buckybarneshairpullingkink @marvelismylifffe @spidey-pal

You found yourself drawn to the Hawkins Cemetery after the announcement of the Starcourt Mall’s demise. You’d spent a lot of time there two years prior. Two years ago you knew why you spent so much time around those gravestones. This time, you weren’t sure.

You always made sure to dress appropriately for the stones. Your mother had drilled it into your head, after your Great Aunt Amelia’s funeral almost twelve years ago, that the souls of the dead were offended by any colours other than black, grey, and navy blue. Dark winter tones were the only colours appropriate for the stones. You couldn’t help your bright yellow converse sneakers though; they were your only shoes with flat soles and anything with a heel would sink into the grass, loose dirt, and mud.

You knew how to dress for a funeral. You were a Holland girl.

You lost your baby sister Barb in your junior year. It destroyed you. She was this little dork you’d been trying to protect since the day she was born. You were Irish twins, less than a year apart. Your sister was a miracle baby; your parents were told by several doctors that they wouldn’t be able to have children after you, due to a seemingly botched c-section. When they found out that they were pregnant again so soon after having you, they had to go through with the pregnancy, purely because they might never have another shot at a kid.

Barb was your sweet little geeky sister, with her prissy friends and her homework parties. You still felt guilty about not telling her to skip the party she was going to. Not that Steve Harrington inherently threw dangerous parties, simply that you knew that it wouldn’t be her scene. Not that you thought she’d listen, Barb was a teenager. Teenagers never listen, especially when they had it in their heads that they were right. So you mourned her death hard. You spent every day at her grave site for the first year. Your parents had intended to use their life savings to pay for a private investigator to research her disappearance. And while, at the time you weren’t sure as to whether or not she was even alive, you weren’t comfortable with them selling everything to hire some random guy they found in the penny saver. You moved in with your Aunt Jeanine while your parents lost their minds for awhile, so you could try to keep your mind on your studies. And while living with your aunt and her four kids, all no older than preteens, off a pull out couch in their basement wasn’t easy, you made it work.

You graduated. But you didn’t get into any colleges. And once Barb was discovered dead, covered up by an evil corporation, you were forced to deal with your own issues head on.

Staying in Hawkins and going back to high school was the only way to clean up the mess you’d made of your own life. It meant you could stay close to Barb, which your parents had trouble doing. They were destroyed with grief, you understood why they felt the need to sew their wild oats and try to discover themselves beyond their pain.

The Hawkins Cemetery was like a second home to you now. You found yourself wandering around even when you felt well enough to not have to visit Barb every day. You found yourself wondering about the people who’d been buried there for years. You did your best to mourn them properly, dressed in your darks and keeping quiet. You tried to avoid funerals whenever you could.

Today, you ran into one.

Neil Hargrove didn’t get around to planning his son’s funeral until almost August. He’d demanded that his wife do it for him, but Susan was having none of it. It wasn’t as if she hated Billy, but she hardly knew him, he’d only been her stepson for two years and he hadn’t exactly let her into his world. Neil was forced to do it himself. So he paid for the cheapest funeral possible. And he refused to call his ex-wife, Emily; Susan had to call her herself, the one thing she did to help plan the thing.

The day of Billy’s funeral was hellish hot, he probably would’ve loved it. The sun beat down on the scattered, small group like migraine, sending sweat pooling down each and every mourner’s back and making their heads pound painfully. You found yourself wandering cautiously into the mix, fitting in just enough and just intrigued by the scene enough to stay. You and Billy weren’t friends, you wouldn’t even say that you liked the guy, but you felt bad for his family over what had happened.

Neil Hargrove wiped his forehead and moustache with his white handkerchief, shoving it violently into his pocket. His eyes were dry as the pastor spoke over the coffin, a small wreath of roses on its lid. Susan stood at his side, trying to whimper quietly, her green eyes misty and her thin red lip quivering slightly. Her hand was squeezed tight in her daughter Max’s, whose free hand was wrapped around the end of a tight red braid. Tears were rolling down her cheeks, her whole face red and splotchy. You’d guess that she’d been crying for over an hour and by the heavy purple bags under her eyes, she hadn’t much sleep the night before.

You knew that look. You’d been in her shoes. You felt like you were kindred sisters.

You recognized the rest of her little group, all in various stages of grieving. Mike Wheeler looked bored, his fists shoved into the pockets of his black dress pants. Lucas Sinclair had his arm wrapped around Max’s shoulders, watching her cautiously. Dustin Henderson and Will Byers seemed deeply uncomfortable, although Will seemed a bit more saddened than his friend. There was a girl with them who you didn’t recognize who was holding Will’s hand and leaning on his shoulder, tears brimming in her eyes.

Then there was Steve Harrington.

He made about as much sense being there as you did.

You understood why those kids were there, they had to be friends of Max, but Steve was an outlier. He wasn’t friends with Billy, hell they were enemies the second he sauntered into the parking lot of Hawkins High. You heard the stories about Billy beating the crap out of Steve and saw the evidence yourself. Why on earth would that boy show up here, in a suit, to stand in the burning heat with people who either don’t know him or don’t like him? You didn’t understand.

But his big brown eyes caught yours and you found yourself offering a shy, small smile, which he returned. The pastor signal for the group to join in the hymn listed in the funeral program and you found yourself slinking further into the back as the small, cracked voices of the mourners rang out in prayer, following along with the pastor. You hummed to the rhythm of their words, keeping your head down. Funerals always eventually became about god, even the concept of resting easy eluded to some sort of afterlife and almighty creator above. You didn’t exactly adore the concept of god, but it wasn’t something that you outright decried. You understood why religion was a fixture in society and you didn’t want anyone to feel lost or aimless. You understood that feeling tenfold.

When the hymn ended, you looked back to the children, who now huddled around little Max. The bored looking one, Mike, was whispering in her ear and her broken expression shifted slightly from sadness to anger as her brown eyes met yours.

The pastor finished his sermon and the pallbearers lowered the coffin into the ground. Some members of the group chose to throw handfuls of dirt onto the coffin. Susan tried to bring Max over to do so, but she refused. A bright blonde woman, whom you could only assume to be Billy’s mother, cried softly as she threw two handfuls onto the coffin, standing over it with this broken expression you could only match to your mothers just two years prior.

You didn’t add any yourself. Neither did Steve. The pastor announced that there would be refreshments at the nearby funeral home and most of the masses headed off behind the pastor. Susan again tried to egg Max on towards the funeral home, but she held back with her friends. You took one last look at the gravestone, noting the inscription “William Calvin Hargrove: Son, Brother, Friend; Mortui Vivos Docent”

Mortui Vivos Docent-The dead teach the living. The quote was on enough headstones to draw your attention and force you to learn its meaning. You wondered sarcastically what they expected to learn from his death. Just like that, he was another soon to be forgotten member of the Hawkins dead. Just four rows from Barb.

You turned on your heel, letting out a soft sigh through your nose, planning to return to your aunt’s house. You had promised to help her embroider cushions for your Cousin Sarah’s upcoming baby shower.

“Hey!” a loud, angry voice called after you and you turned back to meet the eye of Max Mayfield, whose freckled arms were crossed tightly over the front of her black button down blouse, the cardigan she’d had on for the ceremony already tied around her waist and her gaze stern.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing here, huh? This is a private burial.” She snapped angrily.

You simply shrugged “I’m sorry. I just wanted to pay my respects. I’ll go now.” You replied, trying again to head again, but the sound of angry footsteps following behind you.

“Who do you think you are? Barging in while my family grieves! This is a private occasion.” Max called after you.

“Max, stop it...” Lucas said softly and the footsteps stopped for a second. You turned to look at the group again. Lucas had grabbed her arm, tugging her away from you. The rest were huddled together, watching in slight horror. Max was seething. You guessed that they’d never seen her that angry before, or at least not in a very long time.

“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that it was a private affair. I wouldn’t have intruded if I had known. I’m truly sorry for disturbing you.” You said slowly, keeping your gaze on hers as she tried to rip her arm out of Lucas’s grasp.

“What kind of funerals are public?!?” Max turned her attention to Lucas, her voice pooling with exasperation and disbelief.

You couldn’t help but chuckle as you turned away heading towards the oldest plot of the cemetery, hoping to sit on the bench surrounded by lavender and daisies. “You’d be surprised...” you muttered, pulling the creamsicle coloured scrunchie off your wrist and pulling your hair up.

Something hard hit you in the back of the head. Several screams rang out as you stumbled forward from the sheer shock of the hit. It wasn’t a very hard hit, although it did sting.

“Max, what the fuck?” you heard a voice call as you turned to grab whatever had hit you. A black ballet flat. And then, suddenly, the other shoe and a foot clad in black tights were in your eye line. You stood up fast as a red fury came at you, tiny fists hitting your arms and shoulders and stomach. She was almost as tall as you and yet she was fighting like a small child. You let her land every blow as her friends and Steve came running after her, all screaming for her to stop.

“He was my brother...” you heard her mutter angrily over and over again, tears streaming fast down her cheeks, her face growing exponentially redder.

You wound your arms under her arms, pulling her to your chest tightly. “I know.” You said firmly as she fought against you “I know. I understand.” It took a couple moments, but eventually she stopped fighting, her head coming to your chest as a loud sob wracked through her tiny body, making her shake and lose her balance, pulling you down with her onto the grass. Your hand came down first, to soften the blow and once you hit the ground, it wrapped around her, rubbing her back softly. Your other hand came to her hair, petting it gently as her tears soaked into your shoulder.

You turned to the boys “Can one of you go and get her a cup of water? And maybe something to eat?” you asked quietly, not wanting to disturb her crying. Lucas nodded turning and jogging towards the funeral home. Mike grabbed the other girl’s hand and led her towards the funeral home. Dustin attempted to get Will to follow, but he simply sat on the grass next to Max’s feet, pulling his knees to his chest. Steve followed suit, sitting next to you.

“I know how you feel, its okay...” you muttered into her hair “Let it out, Max...” Max nodded softly into your shoulder. It took her a few tries, but eventually she sat up on her own and you let her go, letting your hands fall in between the two of you.

She sniffled loudly, wiping her nose again, her eyes still brimmed with tears and red. “How...how you know h-how I even f-feel?” she hiccupped between her syllables. She was starting to hyperventilate, but you saw as she tried to regulate her own breathing.

You lowered your gaze, focusing on the grass. Talking about was still hard. You focused on twisting your fingers into the grass, crossing your legs under you. “I lost my sister, Barb, just a couple years ago.” You said simply. Realization washed over the two, but you knew Steve recognized you.

None of the little party went to the funeral, but you’d seen them at the reception with Joyce Byers when you finally made it back to your parent’s home. You guessed that they didn’t know that you were her sister until that moment.

“I know how you feel about all of this: the pain of losing him, the regret, the anger at the world and at me. I felt the same thing with my sister.” You added, finally able to look up again.

Max crossed her arms over her chest, looking away towards the road less than ten feet away. “Y-you don’t k-know how I f-feel about y-you.” She replied bitterly

“Oh I do,” you chuckled to yourself “When I saw Steve at my sister’s funeral, I wanted to kill him.”

Max raised an eyebrow, which you took as your cue to keep going. “Steve wasn’t even friends with Barb, he didn’t even know her. And it was his stupid party that she went missing, how she got hurt by all that laboratory shit. When I saw him with all those people that loved her, I wanted to destroy him. As soon as the funeral was over, I went right over to him and started screaming at him. He let me try to beat the shit out of him.”

Steve chuckled softly at the memory. In truth, he only went to the funeral because he felt guilty. Guilty that it was at his house, guilty that he’d left her outside, guilty that he didn’t do anything to help her, that he didn’t even notice she’d disappeared until the police started asking him questions. He went to apologize to her, he couldn’t apologize to your parents, they wouldn’t let him. Instead, he apologized to you. He let you yell at him and hit him and cry into his shoulder and wear his jacket when you started to shiver from the cold.

And after that day, he started to check up on you. Little things at first, he knew that you wandered around here so he’d check to make sure that your car came and went. Sometimes he’d drive past your aunt’s house, because it was on his way home anyway, to make sure the car was in the driveway. When he saw you in school, he’d sometimes go over to you to make small talk. He’d eat lunch with you once Tommy and Carol ditched him to hang out with...well with Billy. It was hard to be bitter about that now. You were genuinely one of his only friends.

“I really am sorry for disturbing your mourning, Max. I really didn’t mean to.” Your words pulled Steve out of his memories and his gaze to you. It was a stark contrast to the last time he’d seen you here. Your skin was warm and rosy, your eyes clear and bright, your smile was...heart stopping. You looked so alive, it was beautiful to behold. When he first saw you, you looked so pale and fragile, small in your heavy black dress. But now you sat tall and you smiled like it didn’t hurt anymore. You were fully here, live in Technicolor, and so very alive. Steve couldn’t stop staring at you.

Max nodded softly “Its okay...” she said, looking to Will, who squeezed her shoulder. “C-can I ask you something?”

You smiled “Sure.”

“Does it get any easier?” Max looked so vulnerable, her eyes going wide, she looked almost as she was begging for an answer.

You took her hand gently, your eyes closing as you let out a small sigh through your nose. “It will in time.” You promised “But it won’t ever be okay.”

Max’s gaze dropped away and you squeezed her hand gently “I don’t mean that you won’t be okay, you will be just fine. I mean that what happened to Billy isn’t okay and it won’t be. But you will get some peace one day. It will just take some time, you have to heal.”

Lucas came running up, water from the paper he sported in hand sloshing with his steps. Dustin was behind, carrying a very full napkin. He stopped in front of Max, handing her the drink nervously. You let go of her hand and nodded for her to take the cup.

“We didn’t know what kind you’d like, so we just grabbed one of each.” He plopped down next to her on the grass, opening the napkin to reveal at least five cookies, all different flavours.

You stood up, brushing grass off your jeans “You gonna be alright, Max?” you asked. Max clutched the cup with both hands, taking small sips. She nodded. You smiled “Alright, then eat till you’re sick. Funeral cookies are the best cookies. And if you need anything, ever, you give me a call, okay? Anytime.”

As the kids picked at the cookies, you headed away from the scene. You felt good that you were able to help that little girl in any way you could. But sitting in the muggy feeling of sadness was exhausting and you really needed to breathe in air that wasn’t salty with tears.

“Y/N! Wait up!” Steve called after you and you slowed down, letting him catch up with you. He was wearing the same suit that he did to Barb’s funeral, you reckoned. He looked handsome in it. His hair was deflating and falling into his face, the summer heat making his sweat wash the hairspray out of his locks.

“What you did for Max, that was really cool.” He said, slightly out of breath. You both silently blamed the heat.

You shrugged “It’s the kind of stuff I’d wanted to hear when I was in her situation.” You arrived at your bench, the smell of lavender taking over your senses. You sat down on the bench, smiling at the peeling white paint and the daisies pooling around the tall grass, untouched and forgotten in the corner of the cemetery.

Steve sat down next to you tentatively “So, how are you feeling?” he asked, loosening his tie and taking off his jacket. You knew what he meant; funerals weren’t exactly your comfort zone. You’d confessed to him your deep fear of funerals now, of freaking out and embarrassing yourself. Of having a panic attack and making it about you.

“I’m okay,” you breathed out as his arm came around the back of the bench. You let out a heavy “I really shouldn’t have wandered over there, it wasn’t my place, but I couldn’t help it. I just felt...drawn to it. It was weird.”

“But you did okay. You didn’t freak out, right?” Steve offered with a smile. You nodded, looking down.

“I mean, what you did for Max...it was amazing. She’s been unmovable for weeks. If she’s not crying, she angry. No one’s been able to help. But you calmed her down. It was incredible!” Steve said, his gaze focusing on a faded gravestone for someone named Josephine Bray. “I wish I had been able to do that for you...” he added softly.

You turned to look at him, bewildered “What are you talking about? That’s exactly what you did for me!” you cried. Steve scoffed, shaking his head. “You’re joking right? You told me all about your grandfather’s funeral and how much it hurt.”

“That was stupid shit...” Steve replied, leaning back to stare up at the bright blue sky. It was too beautiful a day for a funeral.

“No it wasn’t!” you slapped him in her chest, startling him into looking at you “Steve, you really helped me. You made me feel like I wasn’t alone, that I’d feel better eventually. You really helped me that day. I never thanked you for that.”

“You don’t need to thank me that all. I mean it was my fault that your sister...” Steve trailed off, not wanted to finish the sentence.

“No it’s not.” You said. Steve shook his head and you repeated yourself firmly “Steve, no it’s not. It’s not your fault. It’s that terrible labs fucking fault. You didn’t know that she would get hurt. You didn’t do shit.”

“I could’ve made her stay inside.” Steve replied bitterly.

“And have her listen to you and Wheeler bone? You know she wouldn’t have gone for that!” you shot. That made Steve laugh against his better judgement. The image of poor Barb sitting in his living room, listening to the sound of his mattress squeak above her was so sad and cringe worthy.

“Okay, that’s fair.” He sighed “But I still could’ve done something...”

“Yeah, you probably could’ve. But the labs could’ve been safer in their disposal of waste or just not done those experiments. And Barb could’ve not gone to your house that night. There are a million variables that could be changed, but we aren’t in charge of any of them.”

You grabbed Steve’s free hand in yours. He looked down at you, a little surprised. “You can’t hold onto your guilt anymore. It’s not your fault. No one blames you.” You smiled up, his big brown eyes finally meeting yours. He swallowed, but nodded, squeezing your hand softly. It felt nice to have your hand in his, it was comforting.

“How’d you find this place?” he asked, pulling away from your gaze to look over the withering stones, growing over with grass and weeds.

“I got lost in here once, found old Jo and this little bench. Sometimes I come in here to read or think when it’s too loud at my aunt’s. It’s like it’s in its own world.” You explained softly.

“You still spend a lot of time here?” Steve asked, a little concerned with the idea of you still wandering around this place.

You sighed “I probably shouldn’t be. It’s just a bad habit now.” You replied, your face heating up just a bit. You knew that Steve had been looking out for you and he knew about your haunting of the funeral. You knew you shouldn’t be hanging around here anymore. It had become a force of habit, but you had to move on.

“You know, anytime your house gets too hectic, you can just come to mine. It’s usually pretty quiet. And I won’t like bug you or anything.” Steve offered shyly. “I mean, if you want to! I know that with your sister it might not be cool but I thought-”

Your hand came to his cheek, silencing him instantly. “Thank you, Steve.” You whispered, kissing him softly. Steve’s heart stopped in his chest, the world coming to a standstill. Your lips barely ghosted over his and you pulled back just as fast. You were far too scared to do anything more, to force yourself on him.

Steve didn’t pull you back, he didn’t want to scare you off. Instead, he let his arm wrap around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. You let your head rest on his shoulder, smiling softly. You didn’t know if you’d ever be in this position again, so you savoured it wholeheartedly. It was too beautiful a day to not enjoy it at least a little, with a pretty boy holding your hand.

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argylemikewheeler · 6 years ago

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i watched the st3 trailer again and wrote all my (incoherent) thoughts:

starting off boldly with a motley crue song??? i want to know which one of them has that tape. is it dustin? because i now explicitly need to know every single one of the Party’s tape collection details. duffers, fess up. who loves metal.

also from Theatre of Pain? Smokin in the Boys Room. Which is a song I need to know the Party listens to.. especially our Bitchin’ El.

SICK ghostbusters certificate (?) Dustin. You are the true MVGB (most valuable ghost buster)

Is that mf farrah fawcett spray???? literally gonna knock ‘em dead i guess

Max, honey, you look great. Lucas, dear, amazing, Will, lovey, get a haircut but also keep it up you look healthy. Mike, please go out in the sun. El, Jane, my honey dearest, I love YOU. I love her having fun with her powers.

Mike and El are holding hands and that’s actually really sweet. And they’re matching?? Wait, so are Lucas and Max. Oh, wow I’m Hurting.

Baba O'Riley hurts me a lot and I have a LOT to say about it.

First thing is I hate that they matched “field” with then in a fucking field. but whatever.

Okay, I’m being Extra on purpose now and literally taking Extra Note of things that aren’t important BUT: the formation climbing the hill IS: Dustin in front leading, Lucas and Max side by side, Will, and ElandMike holding hands. Well that’s like. Very painful. Very much so.

Also idc they’re holding hands but they aren’t helping carry anything and then aren’t shown lifting their antenna. one of you has other worldly powers and just blasted a crue song to surprise someone. you can lift something, babes.

NANCY BABY YOU LOOK AMAZING. also this shot is very familiar of hospital ones from s1 i feel like? but maybe it’s just because they’re in chairs. but either way. I love how much nancy stands out. jonathan is the same color scheme of the office and she is bright ass lilac. amazing baby amazing.

hey dacre.

hopper looking all miami vice for this date? iconic. he shows UP for his woman... who ever she is--

Joyce. baby. hi you look amazing too. i hope she’s okay and someone eats with her, not just like. as an obvious jopper ploy but because she deserves company as she goes through such a hard time. i hope we see her grieve correctly.

MIKE IN FRONT OF THE BYERS HOUSE: oh this fucked me up. it’s empty and he’s standing behind to stare at its skeleton? with the words “we aren’t kids anymore”? Like, its a loss of resilience? invisible childhood is over and now they’re adults. they can be harmed. they can die as they saw last fall. and joyce has to run their family out of town while she can to protect will before his ended childhood has adult consequences.

god, mike really is going to lose his best friend (and that angle turn is really familiar too, someone help me figure it out BUT)... i’m hurt. his best friend is going to move right before high school and he gets to spend the entire summer knowing it. that’s BRUTAL.

MAX AND EL FRIENDSHIP OH YEAH BABY. This friendship screams holding hands while their wrists have complementary colored scrunchies. love it. next.

the pictures. crying in castle byers. i know the voice over probably doesn’t match up to this scene (bc trailers and suspense) and mike is probably talking to someone else, but it still hurts to even humor the breaking of their relationship like this. [i’d be eager to pair up this editing to the actual season later and see where they shuffled everything but anyway]

i can’t imagine will even overhearing it. he’s about to move and lose his three best friends, the ones who know why he is how he is and he’s absolutely gutted. sitting in the safe space he made the night his dad left except now he’s the one that’s leaving everyone behind.

I warned you. don’t put the words “teenage wasteland” over will crying! he’s not even a proper teenager-- but he feels like his teenage years are gonna be a fucking WASTE. wow if that is’t a gay experience idk what is.

sad dustin a second ago? show him with steve having a real big brother because that’s what it’s all about. unconditional love from chosen family baby.

hopper with a big speech? oh sounds like me crying in the second to last episode. also, can that scene really be to joyce pls? it’s either cut really nicely where the backgrounds match super well or they really gave us that Content.

i’m not a topography gay but wtf is this beach coming from

i have... separate thoughts about billy maybe being “evil” that must wait.

kick. ass. montage. baby. el leading the charge!

is that... erica?

are they gonna have every outfit of el’s match with mike’s? because i will allow that if there is a literal scene where she’s got him on the phone like “what color” and mike just sighs and looks down at his clothes like “yellow and blue. but not like that yellow you wore yesterday. that’s mustard. try brighter-- like a banana!” and is just. a good boyfriend to a cute girl. i’ll allow it.

that mayor gives me bad Jaws Mayor vibes... you know the one that keeps the beach open even though there is a shark literally eating people? yeah. here he is, reelected.

static tvs? no. now she ascends to other levels of existence with eggos

the WRIST ROCKET BABY!

Madonna WHO

Trumpet Steve? A new favorite?

Steve yelling out of agony? exactly how i feel about the next shot of karen wheeler doing That at the pool. Girl Don’t.

Is that... joyce? the pant length makes me think it’s joyce. it’s joyce. he’s holding hands with joyce. literally confirmed by me.

el falling in the In Between and then cut to kissing mike? nice. falling in love. that’s cute. very cute. except for she’s kissing a boy in a vest. god dress for the occasion michael.

and then the next scene of will looking fucking MAD in the RAIN? i’m laughing that’s too perfect. yeah, me too honey.

“How many children are you friends with?” Just then the whole Party comes running in screaming “STEVE!” and Steve just shrugs and goes “only the cool ones!”

and that’s what you missed... these are not intelligent thoughts, but if you’d like those hop in my ask and request some more eloquent predictions so we can Keep Score come july 4th. thanks for getting this far! hope you’re all excited! xo

#st3 trailer #st3 spoilers #st3 #st3 thoughts #this was fun!#i don't typically do this kind of thing but i'm really excited rn

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written-in-sunshine · 7 years ago

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Fandom List And Ships

Updated: 12/9/18

This is the current list of fandoms and pairings that are requestable. It’s a long list (12+ pages), and I can always add more if the need arises. Bolded fandoms are the ones I am currently in the mood to write for, and I will try to update that as much as I can. Italicized fandoms are something I might consider working on soon and can easily be pushed back into.

Please look at this list before requesting something, it’s in the rules.

Fandoms under the cut!

Adventure Time

Flame Prince/Fionna

Flame Prince/Prince Gumball

Hot Dog Prince/Lumpy Space Prince

Lord Monochromicorn/Cake

Marshall Lee/Flame Prince/Prince Gumball

Marshall Lee/Prince Gumball

As Told By Ginger

Carl Foutley/Blake Gripling

Carl Foutley/Hoodsey Bishop

Assassin’s Creed

Altair Ibn La-Ahad/Malik Al-Sayf

Desmond Miles/Shaun Hastings

Ezio Auditore/Leonardo Da Vinci

Federico Auditore/Vieri De Pazzi

Haytham Kenway/Charles Lee

Kanen'tó:kon/William Johnson

Kadar Al-Sayf/Gian ‘Salai’ Giacomo

Petruccio Auditore/Gian ‘Salai’ Giacomo

Ratonhnhaké ton (Connor Kenway)/Thomas Hickey

Rauf/Kadar Al-Sayf

Talal/Malik Al-Sayf

William Johnson/Thomas Hickey

The Babysitter

Bee/Allison

Bee/Sonya

Cole/Melanie

John/Allison

John/Bee

Max/Allison

Max/Bee

Max/Cole

Max/John

Sonya/Allison

Beetlejuice (Both Movie/Cartoon Verses)

Beatleguise/Lydia Deetz

Camp Camp

Max/Daniel

David/Daniel

Max/David

Max/David/Daniel

Nerf/Preston Goodplay

Neil/Harrison

Neil/Nikki

Quartermaster/Daniel

Catherine

Johnathan ‘Johnny’ Ariga/Tobias ‘Toby’ Nebbins

Orlando Haddick/Tobias ‘Toby’ Nebbins

Orlando Haddick/Johnathan ‘Johnny’ Ariga/Tobias ‘Toby’ Nebbins

Thomas Mutton/Astaroth

Vincent Brooks/Catherine

Vincent Brooks/Astaroth

Crossovers

The Bye Bye Man/The Crooked Man (The Bye Bye Man/The Crooked Man Crossover)

Jack/Max (The House That Jack Built/The Babysitter Crossover)

Jason Dean/Firkle Smith (Heathers/South Park Crossover)

Jason Dean/Lucas Ward (Heathers/Dismissed Crossover)

Jason Dean/Victor Criss (Heathers/IT Crossover)

Bane/John Blake

Blackfire/Starfire

Cyborg/Beast Boy

Deadshot/Diablo/Harley Quinn

Francis “Hotstreak” Stone/Richie “Gear” Foley

Joker/Harley Quinn

Killer Croc/Babydoll

Killer Croc/Diablo

Killer Croc/Harley Quinn

Killer Croc/Scarecrow

Poison Ivy/Harley Quinn

Raven/Terra

Red X/Speedy

Robin/Beast Boy

Robin/Red X

Robin/Red X/Speedy

Robin/Speedy

Deadman Wonderland

Ganta Igarashi (Woodpecker)/Shiro

Nagi Kengamine (Owl)/Azuma Genkaku

Senji Kiyomasa (Crow)/Toto Sakigami (Mockingbird)

Tamaki Tsunenaga/Rokuro Bundo

Tamaki Tsunenaga/Yo Takami

Wretched Egg (I refer to her as Sorae after Ganta’s mother)/Minatsuki Takami (Hummingbird)

Yo Takami/Ganta Igarashi (Woodpecker)

Death And Cremation

Stanley/Jarod Leary

Devil’s Carnival

The Devil/Tamara

Scorpion/Tamara

The Twin/Hobo Clown

Digimon

Matt/Tai

Willis/Davis

Dragon Age

Alistair Theirin/Cullen Rutherford

Alistair Theirin/Kallianne Cousland

Anders/Ethan Hawke

Anders/Fenris/Ethan Hawke

Anders/Jowan

Anders/Jowan/Ethan Hawke

Anders/Karl Thekla

Anders/Karl Thekla/Ethan Hawke

Anders/Sebastian Vael

Anders/Sebastian Vael/Ethan Hawke

Arishok/Carver Hawke

Arishok/Ethan Hawke

Ashaad/Ketojan/Saemus Dumar

Ashaad/Saemus Dumar

Bartrand Tethras/Carver Hawke

Bemis Cousland/Lysander Amell (OC Ship)

Blackwall/Carver Hawke

Cole/Dorian Pavus

Cullen Rutherford/Dorian Pavus

Cullen Rutherford/Ethan Hawke

Cullen Rutherford/Illeah Lavellan

Cullen Rutherford/Tempestia Surana

Danarius/Dorian Pavus

Duncan/Cailan Theirin

Fenris/Carver Hawke

Fenris/Ethan Hawke

Fenris/Sahir Nadeer (OC)

Greagoir/Irving

Herren/Wade

Jarvia/Isabela

Jowan/Sister(Mother) Petrice

Justice/Seneschal Bran

Ketojan/Saemus Dumar

Leliana/Josephine MontilyetLoghain Mac Tir/Maric Theirin

Meeran/Carver Hawke

Sebastian Vael/Ethan Hawke

The Iron Bull/Dorian Pavus

The Iron Bull/Solas

Varric Tethras/Ethan Hawke

Varric Tethras/Merrill

Varric Tethras/Solas

Zevran Arainai/Alistair Theirin

Zevran Arainai/Mortine Mahariel

Dreaming Mary

Boaris/Mary(Mari)

Father/Mary(Mari)

Foxanne/Bunnilda

Gwendell (Glenn)/Mary(Mari)

Ed, Edd, ‘n Eddy

Eddy/Edd

Kevin/Edd

Kevin/Rolf

Johnny/Jimmy

Sarah/Jimmy

The Evil Within

Reuben ‘Ruvik’ Victoriano/Leslie Withers

Sebastian Castellanos/Joseph Oda

Fallout Universe

Barrett/Murphy

Benjamin ‘Benji’ Montgomery/Derek Segraves(MLW)

Butch DeLoria/Derek Segraves(MLW)

Charon/Derek Segraves(MLW)

Charon/Iib Townshend(FLW)

Colin Moriarity/Andy Stahl

Desmond Lockheart/Derek Segraves(MLW)

Everett/Derek Segraves(MLW)

Flash/Derek Segraves(MLW)

Karl/Justin

Mercenary/Moira Brown

Sole Survivor/Sole Survivor

Three Dog/Gob

Timebomb/Derek Segraves(MLW)

Vance/Ian West

Wally Mack/Derek Segraves(MLW)

Wally Mack/Paul Hanon

Walter/Leo Stahl

Fern Gully: The Last Rainforest

Zak Young/Pips

Final Fantasy

Balthier/Vaan

Cloud Strife/Kadaj

Fang/Lightning

Genesis Rhapsodos/Sephiroth

Gilliam ‘Gil’ Blat/Angeal Hewley (OC/Canon Ship)

Gippal/Baralai

Layle/Keiss

Loz/Yazoo

Lulu/Yuna

Paine/Rikku

Reeve Tuesti/Vincent Valentine

Rude/Reno

Seifer Almasy/Zell Dincht

Snow/Hope

Squall Leonhart/Irvine Kinneas

Tseng/Rufus ShinRa

Wakka/Tidus

Zack Fair/Cloud Strife

Gravity Falls

Mabel Pines/Pacifica

Robbie/Dipper Pines

Thompson/Mabel Pines

Wendy/Tambry

Harry Potter (Movieverse) - ON HIATUS

Blaize Zabini/Saemus Finnegan

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trashmouthhharrington · 7 years ago

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Thin Mints and Menthol (Part II) (Steve Harrington x Reader)

PART 1

PART 3

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: It’s set a year after Season 2 has finished and you’re a senior in high school who’s often getting into trouble with the law for petty crimes. And Hopper usually gets you out of trouble. Then one night the new officer Steve Harrington joins him.

Words: 2.2k (i just didn’t know when to stop apparently)

Warnings: Mild swearing, mild mentions of smoking, abusive behavior.

A/N: This is the second part to my series ‘Thin Mints and Menthol’, I got so many requests for a second part! Also I’m not American and I don’t smoke, so if I got any terminology wrong I’m sorry! I’m really thankful for all the amazing feedback. If you want a next part or to be tagged in future parts, let me know! Hope you enjoy!!

“And where the fuck have you been?”

His harsh voice startles You turned your head to face the man in front of you, his vice like grip on your wrist feeling like it could almost snap your bone. You winced slightly due to the pressure. You wince and whimper slightly, like a kicked puppy. It’s your Dad.

“Daddy, I’m sorry, I was studying at… Nancy Wheeler’s house and I forgot the time.”

“So why did Jim Hopper drop you off home?” You pause, you can feel the heat rising in your cheeks. A dead giveaway.

“H-h-he saw me walking home in t-the dark and offered my a ride home on his way back to the station.” The grip on your wrist loosened, you could see his anger slowly subsiding. Apparently your lie is good enough to fool him. An almost devilish grin creeps across his face. He places a wet kiss onto your cheek, the smell of alcohol is suffocating. You gip as the smell of beer and body odour hit your nose as he pulls you into a hug. Coughing slightly as he does so to cover how disgusted you feel.

“Sorry Daddy, I’m really tired and I need a bath before I go to bed. May I be excused?” You ask politely, almost whispering, wary that anything could set him off again. Suddenly you feel his dirty nails dig into your back. As quickly as they do, he releases you again. His Cheshire Cat smile still plastered across his face, dirty yellowing teeth reside in his mouth, like mismatched gravestones. His face is unshaven, greasy and definitely unwashed. He looms over you threateningly, processing the question you had just asked him

“Sure.” He says finally as he saunters slowly over into the kitchen. You watch him as he opens the run-down green fridge and pulls out another beer. He starts to turn around but before he can face you, you’re running up the stairs to escape his gaze. You quickly dash into your room closing the door carefully so you don’t disturb him and cause him more anger. Tears spill from your eyes and cascade down your cheeks splashing onto you blouse. Breathing in unsteadily, you wait till the volume on the TV downstairs increases. Safety.

You slowly re-open the door and creep down the hallway to the bathroom. Pushing the door open and pulling on the cord. The bright fluorescent lights blind you as you walk in and hastily shut the door behind you. Sighing you lean on the door, it’s cool surface calming you slightly. Your father has not always been the awful ogre-like man that resides on the sofa wasting all his money on beer, he used to be a gentle and kind man, but when he lost his job he changed. You think back to the time he used to carry you on his shoulders like you were a princess. Looking down at the angry red marks around your wrist you shake the memory from your mind, instead focusing on running your bath.

As you watch the water pour into the bath, a shiver travels through your body. Great Dad forgot to turn the heating on. You shove your hands into the pocket and giggle. A single camel cigarette is in your pocket. Hopper. You quickly open a window, strip your clothes and sink into the warm water, reaching over into your jacket to pull out your lighter and the one cigarette from your packet. You spark up and light the cigarette, taking a long drag in you lean back your head resting on the back of the bath. You suddenly sit up coughing, you reach up to your mouth pulling pieces of tobacco out of it.

“Jeez!” You accidentally say aloud. “Who the fuck smokes unfiltered cigarettes in 1985?” Shaking your head you can’t help but laugh at the hilarity of the situation. The town’s chief of police handing out a cigarette to his favorite shoplifter. You stare at it, still lit, deciding it would just be better to stub it out and throw it out the window.

That’s my last ever cigarette, I quit.

You quickly wash your hair and body, lathering soap over every inch of yourself to try and remove the slime left over by your Dad. Scrubbing at your face to fully remove your smeared eye makeup. You take in a shaky breath as you look at your arm once again. Both have an inch wide burn encircling them, like bracelets, from the rope you’d been bound in. However your right wrist now has bruises forming in the shape of fingers like small snakes that have bitten into your skin. Four crescent shaped cuts are embedded into your skin, from his overgrown fingernails. You grimace slightly as soap and water seeps into the small lacerations.

You quickly get out of the bath,no longer wanting to think of your Dad, pulling the plug as you do. You wrap yourself in a towel and make your way down the hall. Stepping lightly as you walk. Loud snores travelling their way up the stairs as you enter your room. You hastily get ready for bed, pulling on your mismatched pajamas and braiding (Y/H/C) hair. You climb into bed, praying that when you wake up life will be different for you.

That night you dream of a magical kingdom, and a Prince with a charming smile who saves you from the clutches of an evil dragon keeping you captive in a tower.

After a weekend of avoiding your father in the house, Monday morning comes as a blessing. While you don't like the drama that comes with being at Hawkins High School, being able to escape him for around 7-8 hours is a luxury for you. You aren’t bullied at school but you don’t have any friends either, once your Dad lost his job four years ago you closed yourself off to everyone. Fearful of what they thought of you. You miss being able to laugh and confide in someone, but it was easier this way.

You pull your sleeve down on your jacket as you walk out of your home, the bruises that your Dad had left were still present on your skin. They’d only faded slightly in the three days since he’d marked you. The wind was fierce this morning and it was chilling you to the bone, you pull your thin jacket close to you, it was zipped to the top and yet you were still freezing. It had been nearly 2 years since you’d had a new winter coat. Money was in short supply these days. But you brave the cold and set off walking towards the bus stop. You live on the edge of town so the walk to the High School was too far.

There are a few people already milling around, talking to one another. You stand outside of the group, not that there’s even any chance they’d involve you in their conversation. Whilst waiting for the yellow crowded bus, you pull out a tattered poetry book from your bag, borrowed from the library. You look up as car rolls up in front of you and the window winds down. An eager looking Steve Harrington is beaming up at you.

“(Y/N)!”

“Harrington.” You clench your jaw, forcing yourself not to smile. Despite your efforts it still tugs at the corners of your mouth.

“Fancy a ride?” He asks you sincerely, you turn to look at the group of teenagers standing at the bus stop with you. They’re all staring at you, jaws slack. You turn back to look at Steve once again, you laugh in disbelief.

“Sure, why not?” You toss your bag into the trunk of his BMW and make your way round to the passenger side. You climb in, smiling sweetly at the girls sneering jealously at you. You roll you eyes as you shut the door. He’s wearing his police uniform, presumably he’s driving to work. “Nice uniform.” You tell him smirking as he looks down proudly at it.

“Thanks, I just got it last Monday so it’s still nice and clean. Not a spot of blood in sight. Yet.” He looks in his side view mirror to check theres no oncoming traffic and sets off towards the school. You take the small moment he was distracted to stare at him, you sigh shakily as you feel yourself falling down a rabbit hole you know you shouldn’t.

“The addition of ‘yet’ scares me, are you actually going to beat me with a baseball bat and then chop me into small chunks?”

“Well I don’t know depends on how annoying you get.” He turns to you, you flash him a sarcastic smile.

“I’m not annoying I’m a delight to have, and do I need to remind you that you’re the one who offered me a ride?”

“No I remember, I’m just regretting my decision.” You playfully hit him in the arm. “Ow! Don’t distract the driver!” He rubs his bicep pretending to be hurt.

“Don’t pull that face you’ll get wrinkles, and you’re ugly enough without them.” You tell him jokingly. He turns to you his mouth open in surprise.

“Okay that was just harsh.” The smile on his face tells you that he isn’t really offended.

“So… Either you just happened to see me at the bus stop OR you just have a habit of giving High Schoolers rides to school.” He chuckles and glances at you whilst shrugging his shoulders.

“No, you’re definitely the first. Unless you count Dustin. Oh, and sometimes I give Max a ride if her brothers being an asshole.”

“Dustin? Max? Are they Seniors?” He erupts into laughter again. You gave him a confused look, lifting your hand to really show you didn’t understand. He stops chuckling and coughs to hide his obvious embarrassment.

“They’re, erm, Freshman, I’m sort of Dustin’s honorary big brother. Or something I don’t know, it’s sort of complicated. They’re Mike Wheeler’s friends. Nancy’s younger brother. I know it’s sort of weird but they’re good kids.” He takes a hand off of the wheel and rubs the back of his neck, which turns up his collar. You instinctively lean forward and fix it. When you look up at him again your eyes lock just as they had done last Friday. Steve’s mere inches away from you, closing the gap between you would be so easy. Instead you just smile at him and lean back, deciding looking out the window would be better.

“Keep your eye’s on the road.”

“I told you, don’t distract the driver.” He tells you firmly, but you can hear the smile in his voice. You blush at the very idea you could distract him.

The rest of the ride is short, you don’t speak and yet there is a comfortable silence between you both. You open up your poetry book and read till Steve pulls into the parking lot of the High School you close the cover and immediately grab at the handle to exit the vehicle. Before you can leave he gently grasps your wrist. You wince as he he grips the spot where your father had seized you. He retracts his hand instantly.

“(Y/N), wait. Please.” You recline back into the seat, Steve leans over to open his glove box and he rummages around in his glove compartment. He finally pulls out a small green and white box. Across the front reads:

‘Menthol Fresh. SALEM. Unfiltered Cigarettes.’

“I thought I’d buy you some, might convince you to commit less thievery...I guess it’s also an early birthday present.” He tells you sheepishly. You gingerly take the packet out of his hand. You’re fingertips brush against his as you do.

“You remembered that my birthday’s this week.” You doubted even your family remembered you’re turning 18. You gaze up at him, his mouth opens slightly. Suddenly there’s loud frantic knocks on the window. It startles you both and you whirl your head round to find out who it is. It’s a group of smiling Freshmen. Steve rolls down the window.

“STEVE!” They all say almost in unison. You recognize one as Mike Wheeler, Will Byers is there too. The others are strangers to you. With Steve distracted you take the opportunity to exit the car and make your way to the high school. It’s only when you reach the main doors you realize you had been clutching onto the packet of cigarettes in your hand so hard it had creased slightly. You smile shyly, biting your lip and carefully put them in your pocket. Maybe I’ll quit smoking next week. You think to yourself.

What you failed to notice as you strolled into the high school is that Steve Harrington was watching you longingly.

Part 3???

Tags!!: @deepsouth, @blackjacksdonuts @bliazezabini

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stranger-chichka · 2 years ago

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WHAT THE HELL????? WHAT THE HELL WITH THESE PARALLELS???? Will says "Is it? Is it early, Michael?" around 8:17 while Max says "Is this it?" around -8:17!!!!!!!!! You've intrigued me and I decided to look through these two scenes - DnD game before the fight and Max& El going to Heather's house with a focus on what's going on from 8:04 to 8:29 and from -8:29 to - 8:04 AND SOME CRAZY SHIT IS HAPPENING.

In the first shot after the intro, we see grey stormy clouds and Ted Wheeler (is it him?) wearing a yellow & blue raincoat, Will turns on the music and awakens the boys. At the same time from the end of the chapter, Max & El enter the living room where Holloways and Billy are having supper and the music is playing.

But that's not even the craziest thing!!!!!!!!! Stay with me here. Will starts his speech around 7:58 with "That is not music. That...is the sound of destiny! I have seen into the future, and I've seen that today is a new day..." while -7:58 we hear the music playing and we see a picture of Holloway's family.

8:04ish Will says "...a day free of girls!" and -8:04ish Max enters Holloway's house.

8:05/14ish we hear Lucas's "What is happening right now?" and Mike's "Will, come on", but also Will's "A tribe of villagers are under threat..." and -8:14/05ish El opens the red door of Holloway's house (we see the lock that looks very much like a clock). We know that at that time Halloway's family are under threat of the possessed Billy/the Mind Flayer.

It says 1:38 or 7:06 before El opens the door and 3:45 or 9:15 after El opens it.

8:15ish Will says "...from an evil force from the swamps of Kuzatan" and -8:15ish we see Max and El near Holloway's house deciding what to do. Billy is an evil force. Will also mentions swamps in relation to Kuzatan and Holloway means "a sunken lane" = Holloways become the paws of the Mind Flayer/Vecna. + El saw Heather being sunk while looking for her in the void.

8:17 Will asks Mike "Is it? Is it early, Michael?" and -8:17 Max asks El "Is this it?" and she nods (meaning is it the house where she saw Heather)

8:19/21ish Will to Mike "Tell that to the villagers crying for your help..." -8:21/19ish we see Heather's house and numbers 1438. Holloways = the villagers crying for help.

8:22/29ish Will's "...the children so frightened, they cannot sleep. Are you truly going to let them perish?" -8:29/22ish Max & El ride a bike in the pouring rain to help Heather.

AND YOU KNOW WHAT TWO SCENES ARE PARALLELED LIKE THIS?????? THE FIGHT SCENE AND ROBIN CRACKING THE RUSSIAN CODE!!!!!

20:15 (8:15 PM) THE GAME IS INTERRUPTED AND MIKE SAYS "EL? SORRY, NOT INTERESTED" AND -20:15(-8:15 PM) ROBIN TELLS STEVE & DUSTIN SHE CRACKED THE CODE!!!!!!!!!

JUST LOOK!!!

-21:53/21:53

"...and play games for the rest of our lives?"

-21:50ish/21:50ish

-21:45ish/21:45ish

"I mean, what did you think, really?"

-21:42/21:42

-21:35ish/21:35ish

Not very lightly, huh? @aemiron-main @dinitride-art what are your thoughts??????

I've been thinking about this for a while and decided to ask you since you're interested the the timeline, but I've been a little confused about the rain fight day. I've rewatched the ep today and I'm still confused. Like ok so they wake up "super early" with Will trying to make them play. So they play a little and then they fight. Even if they didn't start playing right away, even if they played for hours, there's no way they played the entire day, Will wouldn't have taken them mocking him for hours to no end right? Ok so they fight, let's say between 10am and noon, and then what happened? Did Will go to Castle Byers immediately and stay there in the rain until night??? Did he go home at first and then to Castle Byers? How long did it take for Mike to go after him? Cause when Mike goes after him it's night already. When you watch it, it feels like Mike and Lucas went after Will immediately but if that was the case, then they woke up super early, then played a little, then had a fight, then they went after him and it was suddenly night. I don't get it. I feel dumb lol.

NO WAIT YOURE NOT DUMB AT ALL THIS IS STRANGE AS FUCK (or we're dumb together because i COMPLETELY AGREE WITH YOU ON ALL OF THIS) what the HELL IS GOING ON HERE??? like okay that's so strange like now that you point it out, it's so strange??? At first, i went "oh, it wasn't nighttime, it was just dark because of the rain," but then i realized that at the same time that will's destroying castle byers, max and el walk in on heather's family (and billy) having dinner/supper. so it was clearly evening. and it's also worth noting that this is the night that the motorbike terminator guy beat the shit out of hopper, and then when hopper's talking to kline the next day, he says "your friend almost killed me last night," implying again that it was night/evening time. this is the clock a bit after the rain fight, when robin cracks the code

I can't read clocks, but if you can, anon, or if anyone else who sees this can, this is the time right after will destroys castle byers/before el and max go in to talk to billy, but also after the rain fight.

i just!!!! what the FUCK!! anon ur brain is huge and this is gonna keep me up tonight, i need answers. because like. i was like "Oh well maybe will just sat at castle byers," but mike seems to go after him pretty quickly, so even if will was sitting at castle byers, mike would have been there and seen him because it seems like he went after will pretty fast??? idk the whole thing is odd!! especially since they went out of their way to have mike complain that it was "so early"

#OHHHH THIS IS SO WEIRD AND SO INTERESTING!!!#makes me want to check out every 8:15 and -8:15 moments once again because WOOOW WHAT THE HECK????#eightfifteengate #stranger things #stranger things theory #time theory #8:15gate #8:15 theory

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cksmart-world · 5 years ago

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The completely unnecessary news analysis

by Christopher Smart

January 14, 2020

COURT: INLAND PORT LAND GRAB IS COOL

& GOODBYE SHITHEADS HELLO VANCOUVER

It's like this, government closest to the people is best — except when it isn't. This is the unofficial mantra of the Utah Legislature, where conservative Republicans keep a close watch on freedom and other stuff they want. Last week, a state court ruled that when lawmakers took control of 16,000 acres from Salt Lake City and its elected officials, it was in accordance with the Utah Constitution, which is divinely inspired. The land grab, er uh legislative action, is for the so-called Inland Port, where trucks and trains from all over would bring freight to a sea of warehouses and then shipped elsewhere by more trucks and trains. It would add thousands of tons of pollutants to our already poisonous air and further clog our roadways with 18-wheelers — but that's not the point, stupid. A board of good ol' boys, er uh, administrators, would control development and taxes — while elected Salt Lake City officials suck their thumbs. And that's just fine, the judge said, because the Inland Port “is sufficiently infused with a state purpose.” That is, it will create lots of low-paying jobs. Coincidentally, this not-so-slight-of-hand sets the stage for power brokers, er uh, community leaders, to make bank thanks to their buddies, er uh, administrators on the board. The judge forgot to mention that. See, it's like this, the people's will matters, except when it doesn't.

MIKE LEE: I'M NO BENEDICT ARNOLD,

GINGER ROGERS MAYBE

Two words for Utah Sen. Mike Lee: “De Caf.” Holy smokes, Lee totally lost it after a classified administration briefing on the killing of Iranian Gen. Qasem Soleimani left him H-O-T. It's “probably the worst briefing I have seen in the nine years I’ve served in the United States Senate,” Lee said. That, of course, got President Trump's undies in a bunch and sent tremors through his PR team at Fox News Channel For Real Americans. Windbag Lou Dobbs compared Lee to Benedict Arnold — ouch, the only thing worse is being likened to Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez. Fox News host Bret Baier barked that Lee must be suffering from “Trump Derangement Syndrome” — an aberration usually reserved for idiot liberals. And Sen. Marco Rubio whined that he wouldn't share his milk with Mikey at lunch. Then before you could say, “Party at Mar-A-Lago,” Lee was praising the president and blaming his subordinates for force-feeding Donald bad advice. The senator was dancing backward faster than Ginger Rogers in Flying Down to Rio. “The president has made us look stronger through the restraint of power, not through the excessive abuse of it. And I applaud him for that,” Lee said. Tango, anyone? And don't forget to remember, Mike, to stay away from the 100 % Colombian coffee, you could splat out and get into big trouble with Fox & Friends.

SO LONG SHITHEADS, HELLO VANCOUVER

Want to get away? Meghan Markle, aka the Duchess of Sussex, couldn't bolt fast enough from Buckingham Palace — and it wasn't the bread pudding. The biracial American actress had enough of the churlish slights from the stiff Royals and the nasty British tabloids. So, it was off to Canada, where she will be treated like a Chinese panda. Meanwhile, everyone in Britain is in a frenzy. The Brits have been glued to the Royal soap opera because the Gang of Windsor is more important than Sir Elton John. (Sorry Wilson, maybe we should have said John Lennon.) Things are so ugly that statues of Meghan and Harry were ripped out of Madame Tussauds wax museum. That said, why would anyone in the good ol' USA give a rat's pajamas about the Royal family — Adele, at least, can sing. After some serious navel-gazing, the staff here at Smart Bomb came up with some prescient insights: Americans are titillated when Prince Charles or Prince Andrew screw up — we love to see Royal pain. And we smacked our lips when Harry brought Meghan home — it was a Guess-Who's-Coming-To-Dinner moment for a white dynasty that has wreaked havoc on people of color across the globe. Meghan Markle isn't exactly Mahatma Gandhi, but she did make the Queen spit up in her tea and hide the silver.

HILLARY MUST BE GUILTY OF SOMETHING

Well, dang it, that slippery Hillary Clinton escaped the hanging tree once again, despite general knowledge by Trumpers and Jason Chaffetz that she is a crooked, deceitful traitor who has cooked up all kinds of evil stuff from Benghazi to Whitewater. A two-year investigation by the Department of Justice and U.S. Attorney for Utah John Huber wrapped up last month but found “nothing of value” to prosecute. What? How could this be? Trump and Michael Flynn and Jon Voight and a host of great Americans led crowds chanting “Lock Her Up. Lock Her Up” — and now nothing? Even disgraced FBI boss James Comey investigated her emails a couple of times. And former chairman of the House Oversight Committee, Utah's own Jason Chaffetz investigated Hillary and Benghazi nine — count 'em, nine — times because he and his Republican comrades knew that then-Secretary of State Clinton was guilty of something, or everything. If not, at least they could make the public believe she was dishonest and dastardly. After all, you've got to give people someone to hate. It's a Republican truism. And it worked. It all worked brilliantly. Many uninformed Americans found it impossible to vote for Hillary because unlike her Republican opponent in the last presidential election, she is dishonest, lies all the time, screws people over at will, has delusions of grandeur and cheats on her taxes. Lock Her Up. Lock Her Up.

Post Script — That's it for another feel-good week here at Smart Bomb, where we keep track of Royal intrigue so you don't have to. Hold on to your hat, here's some really BIG news (It was on the front page of the Salt Lake Tribune, no less): Abby Huntsman is leaving the View — that's the TV talk show where Whoopi Goldberg and Meghan McCain scream at each other and throw chairs and stuff. The staff here at Smart Bomb doesn't know exactly why the daughter of Jon and Mary Kaye Huntsman is making a quick exit from such a great gig. Maybe it's because Jon is running for governor of Utah and doesn't want to be linked in anyway to communists, like Joy Behar and Whoopi Goldberg. Or maybe it's because Meghan McCain threw Perrier at Abby backstage and called her a baby lover. Anyway, her pops, Jon Huntsman, is in a tight contest, running against Lt. Gov. Spencer Cox, former Speaker of the House Greg Hughes, Salt Lake County Councilwoman Aimee Newton Winder, Businessman Jeff Burningham, some dude named Jason Christensen and one Democrat — Zachary Moss. Big secret: Whoever wins the Republican nomination will be the next governor. Sorry Moss, but you are a stranger in a strange land. Many Utahns vote for Republicans, like Donald Trump and Greg Hughes, because they could never vote for a Democrat. For one thing, Democrats are immoral baby killers who want to restrict guns in schools. They want to rob the defense budget and spend more money on education and health care. And worst of all, they believe in climate change. If global warming was real, glaciers in Greenland would be melting and Australia would be in flames.

OK, Wilson, wake up the band and take us out with a little something for everyone, who, like Meghan Markle and Abby Huntsman, has had enough:

When are you gonna come down? / When are you going to land? / I should have stayed on the farm / I should have listened to my old man... So goodbye yellow brick road / Where the dogs of society howl / You can't plant me in your penthouse / I'm going back to my plough...

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maplemarcher · 8 years ago

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Rules: Answer the 20 questions and tag 20 amazing followers you would like to get to know better.

Name: Adreanna! (please call me Addy though)

Nicknames: I go by Addy, which is actually a nickname. Others include Addsabelle (my grandma), Sir Stinksalot (my step-dad, he’s weird), Princess (my girlfriend), and...so fucking many weird ones my mom has given me. She used to call me Apple Jane a lot

Zodiac Sign: Taurus yo

Height: 5′ 5′ (I think?)

Orientation: Bisexual, with a heavy, HEAVY preference for girls. Like if you had a pie chart of how much I like girls vs how much I like boys, it would be like 90% to 10%. Idk why exactly. Probably has something to do with every guy I’ve ever had a crush on being a douche in one way or another (and rejecting me every time lol) But girls are soft and pretty and wonderful I love them so much. I love my girlfriend more than anything in the world. I wouldn’t trade her for anything.

Ethnicity: I am very white. Scottish, Polish, and German, though none of that really holds any significance in my life. I don’t have any family traditions except for unhappy marriages

Favorite Fruit: Pineapple probably. I really like grapes though and Pink Lady apples too. Oh and cantaloupe and clementines!

Favorite season: Autumn. All the way autumn.

crunchy leaves

sweaters

beautiful leaf colors!!! like!!! where I live has a lot of trees on a lot of hills, so looking out the window at a hill full of red and orange and yellow and brown makes my heart go “!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

brisk weather

fall fashion is the best (I don’t participate in fashion as I am a whale with legs but everyone else looks beautiful)

perfect weather for hot drinks

APPLE CIDER

Thanksgiving!!!!

Halloween!!!!

bugs start to fuck off right back to hell where they belong

summer is ending. summer can fuck off I HATE summer

no longer sweating and dying

overcast skies, gloomy days, rain!!!!!

gray, cloudy, rainy days are,,, my reason for living

Funny thing is I actually don’t like pumpkin spice anything except for pumpkin pie guess I’ve gotta up my white girl game

Favorite Book: What the fuck kind of question is this. You come into my house. And you ask me to pick between my children.

This answer is really, really complicated. I love so many books for so many different reasons. I love Harry Potter because it’s what got me into reading longer series. I love Binge by Tyler Oakley because it helped me be more open-minded and was a big part in helping me discover what my sexuality was and that I was okay. I love The Hobbit because it was a book that helped me escape life and that taught me that caring about home and hearth is a good thing to do. I love the Warrior cats series because I fucking love cats and it was one of my first introductions to more adult situations (in terms of violence, death, grief, and loss). I love The Giver because it made me cry my eyes out. I love The Martian because it made me laugh. I love every Shel Silverstein book ever written because they made me feel like a kid again and that being a child at heart is okay. I love Journal 3 because Stanford Pines is a character I love with all my heart. I love the Percy Jackson series and most of its spin offs because I love mythology and modern aus. I love the Septimus Heap series because it was such a different, wonderful, beautiful approach to magic and wizardry that made me feel warm inside. I loved Entwined because...I just loved Entwined. (It’s a twisted fairy tale kind of deal with The 12 Dancing Princesses and one of the best things I’ve ever, ever read, hands down). I love A Series of Unfortunate Events because I have a dark sense of humor and because it makes me feel better about my life.

Books were basically my only friends growing up. People didn’t like me because I was fat, or because I didn’t want to play outside very much, or because I had only ever really talked to and hung out with my mom and my step-dad, so I had a more mature sense of humor and personality overall.. Friends came and went, but books never went anywhere. Books stayed. Junie B Jones always stayed with me. Jack and Annie always went on magical adventures that let me learn about history. Every character I met along the way stayed with me, even if they died, because I could pick them up off of a shelf and read their adventures again. I don’t read as much as I used to, because I spend a lot of time on the computer, but I’m working to change that. Books have always been an escape for me, and I’ll continue to love their stories until I die.

Favorite Flower: Roses! It’s a tie between red and pink roses. I also really like tulips!

Favorite scent: My girlfriend’s perfume. I think it’s sweetpea or something? Idk, but it always smells really nice. And I just like the way my clothes smell after I come home from spending the night at her house. It’s like her perfume, laundry detergent, and something that’s either wood or stale cigarette smoke.

Favorite color: Pink. Soft, pastel pinks.

Favorite animal: cats, red pandas, owls, wolves, penguins, cats, dogs (pugs in particular, I LOVE pugs!!!!), foxes, moose, narwhals, dolphins, orcas, eagles, hummingbirds, blue jays, orioles, lions, tigers, basically any big cats...I just love animals. If it’s soft, fluffy, or cute? Fuck yeah I love it

Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: As much as I love coffee...tea, probably. It’s just so relaxing to sit curled up under a blanket with a cup of tea and relaxing. Plus my girlfriend and I make tea whenever I go over to her house, so it holds a special place in my heart :)

Average Sleep Hours: Okay, so...if I ever got up on time, I’d be getting like five hours of sleep a night, which is fine. But I oversleep. Every. Fucking. Day. So usually seven or eight.

Cat or Dog person?: Cats. I love dogs with all my heart and I want one someday, but if I had to choose between a cat and a dog I’d choose a cat because

1. TOE BEANS

2. purring

3. the kneading thing they do?

4. I love love LOVE the sound of a cat meowing. so cute. so gentle.

5. cat loaf

6. smaller and easier to manage

7. don’t have to walk them

8. if they need to pee in the middle of the night they just. use the litter box. you don’t need to get up and let them out

Favorite Fictional Character:

Star vs the Forces of Evil: Star Butterfly, Marco Diaz, River Johansen Butterfly, Moon Butterfly, Ludo, Toffee, Buff Frog (I don’t know how to spell his real name :( )

Steven Universe: Pearl, Amethyst, Peridot, Greg Universe, Connie, Steven

Gravity Falls: Dipper Pines, Mabel Pines, Stanley Pines, Stanford Pines, Soos, Wendy Corduroy

Yuuri!!! On Ice: Yuuri Katsuki, Viktor Nikiforov, Yuri Plisetsky, Phichit Chualont

Check Please!: Eric “Bitty” Bittle, Shitty Knight, Adam “Holster” Birkholtz, Wlliam “Dex” Poindexter, Derek “Nursey” Nurse, Chris “Chowder” Chow, Jack Zimmermann, Alexi “Tater” Mashkov, Justin “Ransom” Olransi

Harry Potter: Luna Lovegood, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasely, Ron Weasely, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Minerva McGonagall, Neville Longbottom, Molly Weasely, Fred and George

Sailor Moon: Sailor Jupiter, Sailor Moon, Sailor Chibi Moon, Luna

Fullmetal Alchemsit: Brotherhood: Edward Elric, Alphonse Elric, Riza Hawkeye, Roy Mustang, Ling, Greed (when he’s in Ling), Olivier Mira Armstrong

Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit: Bilbo Baggins, Samwise Gamgee, Pippin Took, Eowyn, Aragorn, Thorin Oakenshield, Fili and Kili, Aragorn

Disney princesses: Ariel, Moana, Rapunzel, Anna, Elsa, Belle

Homestuck: Terezi Pyrope, Dave Strider, Jade Harley, Jake English, John Eggbert, Vriska Serket, Roxy Lalonde, Karkat Vantas, Jane Crocker

Percy Jackson (among other Rick Riordan things): Annabeth Chase, Grover Underwood, Sally Jackson, Percy Jackson, Nico DiAngelo, Leo Valdez

Winnie the Pooh: Winnie, Eeyore, Tigger (I know this one seems silly but Winnie the Pooh is such an important thing to me you don’t understand)

Voltron: Allora, Shiro, Pidge, Kieth, Lance, Coran, Hunk (basically the paladins and Allora and Coran I love them all)

Avatar: the Last Airbender: Katara, Zuko, Sokka

Miraculous Ladybug: Ladybug, Chat Noir, Adrien Agreste (don’t fuckin hate on me they’re the same person but different characters)

A Series of Unfortunate Events: Violet Baudelaire, Klaus Baudelaire, Sunny Baudelaire, Lemony Snicket, Uncle Monty

Hamilton: Eliza Schuyler Hamilton, John Laurens, Thomas Jefferson, Alexander Hamilton

Stranger Things: Mike Wheeler, Eleven, Barb

i just,,,, have a lot of love for fictional characters,,,, there are more I’m sure, but I can’t think of any

I connected with a lot of these guys on a deep personal level. Like with Amethyst, I understand why she feels the way she does because I’ve gone through struggles of self-hatred and thinking I was a mistake. I love them all, but there are those few who I just feel like they were...made for me I guess.

Number of Blankets you sleep with: Just my comforter, but before I got my space heater in my room I’d sleep with two blankets, an electric blanket, and my comforter. My room used to be an attic, so it has like no insulation. Plus the heating ducts that go to my room are SUPER shitty, so barely any heat comes out of my vents. Now I’m just used to being cold XD But I don’t like sheets D: Even in the summer, I have to have my big comforter...sheets are too flimsy. Idk, I find the weight of a comforter or heavy blanket comforting.

When I was little though, I remember taking every blanket I owned and piling them on my bed in the winter...and I slept in a sleeping bag, on my bed, under those blankets! XD I miss that sleeping bag. It was a really pretty blue and was really warm...

Ideal Trip: going to New Zealand or England or the French countryside or somewhere with a lot of greenery. Staying somewhere where I can relax and stay in bed all day if I want to or go find things to do in the city or town or wherever is close by. My girlfriend being with me and being able to relax somewhere quiet with her where I can watch the sunlight stream across her face every morning and kiss her all over her face until she wakes up. Somewhere I can relax and not worry about what tomorrow brings; somewhere I can let my troubles float away.

Blog created: December 2014. I can’t believe I’ve been dicking around on here for almost three years.

Number of followers: 396. That may not seem like a lot to some people but??? That’s basically my graduating class??? And you’re all just here watching me shitpost about whichever one of my fandoms is relevant and cry about shit and post really fucking awful art and???? Whether you’ve been here since the beginning or just joined, thank you for hanging out with me through the internet! And if you’ve read all of this, thanks! You now know a lot more about me than I’ve ever said on here =w=

Okay now I have to tag people!

@97thebaluga @all-aboard-the-scream-train @ruled-by-jupiter @4899slayer @squirtlethosejigglypuffs @personalposting @universesinhermind @goddamnit-ross @awkward-fangirl-artist @youaremyrock-mydwayne-myjohnson @epic-leprachaun @save-me-grunkle-ford @civilizedhomosexuals @ninja-sparkle-party @assbutt-novak @howstrangeeveryonewas @not-what-everyone-seems @owlbear-dont-care @psychokumachan @2-many-fandoms-2-count

If I tagged you, don’t feel obligated! I realize some of you are mutuals and I like, never talk to y’all. I’m sorry :( I’m just bad at initiating conversations. Feel free to send me a message if you want to though! I love getting asks and IMs, it makes me feel good inside UwU

Thank you for reading! (and sorry this is so long jfc)

#long post #the rantings of a maple #this took longer than I thought

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ovenmitt · 5 years ago

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From the Fog, She Sings

STRANGER THINGS FANFICTION

Summary: In the months following season one, Mike is devastated by the disappearance of Eleven. He begins sensing her when he’s at home, right before he falls asleep, and quickly learns that she is trying to contact him from somewhere beyond Hawkins. Mike realizes that he can spend as much time with El as he wants, as long as he’s asleep, in a world where nothing can hurt them. But when trouble arises in this paradise, will Mike and Eleven be able to get help from their friends in this world of their own design?

Chapter One: The Hole

Sometimes, when the length of the day slips into nullity and his feet are wound tightly in the folds of his blanket, Mike can feel her.

At first she manifested from coincidence, born as a cool breeze blowing through a closed window--unusual but not extraordinary. Not in Hawkins, at least. He would be floating on the brink of sleep, slipping blissfully into a world where her absence didn’t leave an open sore on his unwieldy life, when the temperature seemed to drop ten degrees and he would go still, unwavering, listening with bated breath as if he could hear her small feet move across the carpet of his bedroom. But then, just as quickly as the feeling had surfaced, it would be swallowed by the ambiance of the Wheeler household. Of Nancy talking to Jonathan on the phone, or his dad shuffling loudly down the stairs to take up residence in front of the T.V.

And then she would be gone.

And the hole grows even bigger.

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The sun vanishes behind a set of dark clouds when Mike wheels his bike out from the garage. His backpack rests snuggly between his shoulder blades as he pedals onto the splintery road, swerving between the lanes on his way to Meadow Street. At the center of Roane county lies the city of Hawkins. Nestled in the embrace of thick forests and a swelling river that runs along its southern stretch, the township is modest but size can be deceiving.

Like any small town,Hawkins has its bad apples. Its moments of darkness are so thick it seems the sun won’t rise again. That life will never revert back to normality. Unlike other towns, however, Hawkins is home to true evil. Monsters, both human and non, roam the woods. It can be easy to get caught up in the freak show, Mike thinks as he speeds past Hawkins’ Power Plant and onto Main Street, devoured and never seen again.

She made it better, though.

As soon as he saw her, he knew. She saved the world. She saved him, more than once.

However, only those who lived through the disappearance of Will Byers would know anything about that.

Mike drags his feet on the pavement as Dustin’s house barrels into view, a stunt he knows his mom will notice and complain about later. He’s been growing at least an inch a week. Karen has bought him three new pairs of shoes in the last two months even without him wearing the soles down. Mike hops off his bike, leaving it overturned in the Hendersons’ driveway, and takes off around the side of the house in search of his friend.

Mrs. Henderson knocks on the kitchen window and waves pleasantly through the glass. She smiles and points at the line of trees surrounding the yard as if to say, “He’s in there, doing God knows what.” Mike nods politely and swallows the lump in his throat. He tries to avoid the woods at all costs these days, as a rule. However, school starts in an hour and they still have to meet with Mr. Clarke about A.V. club. So, Mike puts one foot in front of the other. The skin on the backs of his knees go clammy as the sun disappears again behind a set of thick, dark clouds.

“Perfect,” Mike mutters.

Once at the edge of the wood, he stops and squints, willing his eyes to see past the gloom and into the thicket of branches that cover the path. It’s so silent, so completely isolated at the edge of the trees that Mike thinks he hears Mrs. Henderson folding laundry at the kitchen table. He looks around again for Dustin, anxious to get back into the open.

“Dustin?” Mike’s voice bounces off the tree trunks, startling a bird into sudden flight. No answer. He clears his throat again and takes a tentative step into the wood, his sneakers crunching loudly on a loose pile of compost.

Suddenly, he is transported to a stormy night last fall. A city-wide search. His two friends armed with yellow rain slickers and flashlights, searching for Will in a sprawl of trees not far from here. They were desperate, like Mrs. Byers, to find her son. Chief Hopper had insisted that things like “what happened to the Byers kid,” don’t happen in towns like Hawkins. It wasn’t until that rainy night when they found her drenched to the bone, head shaved, and dressed in only a t-shirt did Mike realize the terrible things that can happen to kids.

“Hey, look what I found!”

Mike jumps, nearly turning to sprint back into the yard, when Dustin pokes his head out from behind a tree and lifts a clenched fist. His toothless grin does little to take the edge off as Mike yells, “Dustin, you scared the shit out of me!” His friend laughs and stumbles onto the dirt path.

“Sorry, man. Look,” Dustin holds out his fist and presents a blue and black striped lizard. “I found a Blue Racer!” Mike nods curtly, turning to make his way back onto the green grass. The sun emerges from its cocoon and Mike’s skin instantly warms. He sighs, smiles at Dustin, and asks, “What’s so special about that, again?”

Another toothless grin. “Only that these babies can move at about 4.3 miles per hour, making them fast enough to outrun most any predator.” Mike nods, impressed, as Dustin swings open the back door and sets his lizard down on the counter. Mrs. Henderson rounds the corner and drops her laundry basket, screaming at the sight of Dustin’s new friend.

“Dusty, why do you always leave me to put these things in the terrarium?”

“Mom, we’re running late for a very important meeting,” Mike laughs and watches from the yard as Dustin searches for his backpack and sticks an apple in his mouth. “Cuh pl puh h in dh…”

Mrs. Henderson puts her hands on her hips and frowns. “Don’t talk with your mouth full.” Dustin slings his backpack over his shoulder and says, quickly, “I owe you one. Bye mom!” With a slam of the back door, Mike and his friend jog to the driveway where they mount their bikes. Even more clouds have gathered in the sky, forming an angry gray wall. Mike pulls a rain slicker out of his backpack. “Just in case,” He replies to Dustin’s raised eyebrows.

“Scared of a little rain, Wheeler?”

Mike rolls his eyes and begins the trudge down the street, toward Lucas and closer to school. “Yeah right.” He says, and Dustin laughs, but not before pulling his hat down over his eyes. Mike can smell the rain, see the leaves on the trees inverting to protect the supple skin of their faces. He used to like the rain, back when the Party could play outside without fear. Now it just reminds him of her. Of her small, pretty face as thick droplets gathered on her eyelashes, the corners of her lips. Of the Upside Down. Mike picks up speed, hoping to outrun the storm.

“I’m just saying, we should probably check out the new arcade before it becomes too congested with people who are only interested in playing Duck Hunt,” Lucas takes a fervent bite of his PB & J, a slick of grape jelly sticking to the end of his nose. Will gestures timidly and Lucas drags his sleeve across his face before continuing, “I’m just saying. I want to be one of the first to log a high score.”

Lunch time at Hawkins Middle means strategizing. What will they do after school? Homework, obviously, but then what? DnD is on the table as always, but Mike hasn’t felt much like saving villages from monsters since his encounter with the Demogorgon. Immediately after the thought forms Mike feels his stomach sumersault. With one final swallow he pushes his lunch tray toward the center of the table and peeks over at Will.

His friend is staring, like always, at the table in front of him.

Much to the dismay of his mother and chief Hopper alike, Will Byers has elected not to speak of his time in the Upside Down. Even Mike, who knows he’s Will’s best best friend, has never heard all of what is surely a horrifying tale. Will doesn’t notice Mike staring. Hell, he hardly notices anything anymore since his return to Hawkins. Mike cocks his head to the side and uses Lucas and Dustin’s brief debate on the Hobbit as an opportunity to really study the kid who went missing for nearly a month last year.

The first thing he notices is Will looks tired. Exhausted, like he hasn’t slept a whole night through for six months. His skin is thin and sallow, the color of yellow paper lanterns. He doesn’t eat much anymore and it shows especially in the hollowness under his cheekbones. Mike wonders if he’s been to therapy, too.

The bell rings, and just like that lunchtime is over. The Party stands and gathers their scraps, Lucas and Dustin hardly noticing the heavy silence stemming from the other two. Mike moves slowly, deliberately, as two of his friends head down the hallway to prepare for fourth period. The cafetiera clears and Mike notices that Will hasn’t moved. He feels his eyebrows knit together.

“Will?”

Nothing. He doesn’t even blink.

Mike rises unsteadily and swears at how fleshy his anxiety has become. Even the slightest whiff of weirdness makes his heart race. He moves his feet, one in front of the other, until he is standing in front of his friend. Hey man,” Mike begins. When nothing happens he waves a clammy hand in Will’s face.

Nothing.

The warning bell sounds and Mike shakes his head, trying to clear the fog building between his ears. He swallows uselessly at the coppery taste of fear in his throat. “Hey, the bell...we have…” Will’s head snaps up. Mike’s heart skips three beats as the whites in Will’s eyes have gone gray. His mouth hangs open in a silent scream. “Class.” Mike finishes timidly. When Will still doesn’t move, Mike grabs his backpack and shuffles quickly and silently around the table. He decides to go and find the school nurse when a cold hand grabs his forearm, stopping him in his tracks.

Will stands slowly, fluidly, in a way that is not native to him. Mike winces as his skin is caught by Will’s nails, as the grip on his arm tightens. His friend leans in close to Mike’s face, and the air suddenly smells like rain. Will lets out a sharp, sudden breath and raises a finger to Mike’s forehead.

“I don’t understand…” his voice sounds thin even to his own ears.

Will shakes his head once. Twice. And traces a number right between Mike’s eyes with his fingernail

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