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STEPH GINGRICH - That Smile is Poison

LIFE IS STRANGE || Steph Gingrich x Reader

Summary: You and Steph have been apart for years after leaving Blackwell, and a return is due. (5218 Words)

Another day of reminiscing for one Steph Gingrich, clearing up the mess customers and herself had made throughout the bright day of New Year's Eve.

Mikey's a plane ticket away that she simply couldn't afford nor bring herself to consider the possibility. Chloe's gone, Rachel's gone - Which she still couldn't accept, even after being years. You've gone off the fucking radar ever since leaving Blackwell; to put it in a candid and straightforward style, she's ignoring what her life used to be. She's got new friends - Great friends. She loves her job, though it comes with some very prominent negatives.

She's stuck in a cycle of nostalgia and longing for the past, unable to move forward or fully let go of those who have left her behind. The weight of their absence hangs heavy on her heart, a constant reminder of what once was and what could have been. Steph knows she needs to break free from this pattern, to find a way to live in the present and embrace the future without being held back by the ghosts of her past. But it's easier said than done, and as she eyes up the champagne bottle resting teasingly on the low wooden side table outside her studio, she can't help but feel like she's expecting something from Haven Springs, a piece of something she's still unconsciously searching for.

Was it the attention from the roaring crowds whilst rocking it with her best friend?

Could it be being so far away from her family? So far away from the people who knew how to cure her isolation.

Maybe as much as Blackhell fit it's nickname (given by Blackwell's finest, Chloe Price), there could be a slither of a chance that the school meant something to her. School hadn't come easy for Steph, bullies, only a handful of friends, teachers who had taught her for three years and not even knowing her name. What could it be?

It was the people, she knew this all along but refused to believe it. Blackwell in her mind was a living hell, she couldn't comprehend that through all this torture, which people like to call high school, there was something positive after all.

An odd group, but surprisingly pleasant.Herself and Mikey: The two geeks who spent most of their time playing pretend. Chloe: the 0-fuck-given badass who stormed her way through any problem she faced. Of course, there was Rachel: Blackwell's superstar, famous by the students and admirable by the teachers, it was an honour to Steph for her to stand within 10 feet of their bench. And you: the single most lovable person Steph had ever met. You never failed to make her laugh or smile, even when faced with demons of Blackwell, such as Victoria Chase or her minions, you'd beam your pearly whites and charm anyone and everyone into sharing the same smile.

You don't exactly remember how you met Steph, you'd pretty much spoken to everyone at Blackwell at least once. You only seem to remember being as close as ever with her.

Steph remembers, she's good at taking notice of the little things, it's one of the things you liked about her.

- - - - - - - - - - 11/04/2008

'Fuckkk. Where is Mikey? I look like such a dork on my own.'

Steph sits on her and Mikey's signature bench awaiting her friend's arrival, DnD equipment already laid out amongst the graffitied wooden table as students walk by and spare an intrigued glance that screams judgment to the ginger girl.

She taps her foot impatiently, scanning the courtyard for any sign of Mikey. Distracting her from her impatient surveying, Elamon's character sheet flies along with a gust of wind, off the table and flurrying away from the girl. As if it were fate, you walked past and stuck out your foot to stop the paper after noticing the girl's brief worry. You pick up the paper, give it a quick scan,

"Oh! Is this that- um, what's it called?" You conflict with yourself as you hand the paper over.

Steph returns quietly, expecting the worst of you, "It's an RPG game."

She's seen you around before, that she's sure of. You were the exchange student who hung out with Rachel, which seemed obvious, you're the opposite of what Steph is, you know how to hold yourself, socially and physically, and you're deemed attractive through social status and appearance, clearly worthy enough to be Rachel's friend. She jogs her memory, briefly seeing you converse with Victoria but soon doubts herself immediately. How could somebody so kind tolerate being in the same room as the Ice Queen?

"Cool, how d'you play?" You question, your interest anything but faux.

Steph looks down at her fiddling thumbs, debating on letting you in slightly, but she falters. "It's-um- really complicated, and long- really long." She looks up with an apologetic face, "Sorry."

She was cold and quite distant but you didn't give up, "How about you give me a game? That's only if you want." You suggest, with and shy but hopeful smile on your face, Steph soon realised that from this moment your smile would be a pain in her ass. "I'm a quick learner Stephanie."

You knew her name.

She couldn't fathom what was happening at that moment, usually, people walk past and silently giggle with their friends or shoot a snare without knowing a single thing about her, but you didn't, you had this aura that imaged your care for people, it stood out from anybody else. It gave her no other option besides to accept your offer despite the risk of becoming a blushing mess.

After that first game, you and Steph quickly became inseparable. You spent hours talking about your favourite books, movies, and music. You shared inside jokes and made plans for future adventures. It was like you had known each other forever.

- - - - - - - - - -

And ever since that day, Steph considered you a friend. But deep down, Steph knew that her feelings for you went beyond friendship. Every time you smiled at her, every time you laughed at her corny jokes, her heart skipped a beat. You couldn't deny the growing attraction she felt towards you. She kept her feelings hidden, burying them deep down hoping that one day you'd magically return all feelings. But you didn't, you left, like everybody does after high school.

Steph knew your plans for the future, join the military, travel the world, get some life experience then finally settle down.

You'd been to Oman, El Salvador, Finland, and South Africa showcasing aircraft and participating in charity work. You'd almost forgotten you're life before the military, but you simply couldn't, you too had heard about Rachel's and Chloe's passing and it lingered over your head like a dark stormy cloud that spat at you whenever you'd verge on peace.

You've always been one to face your problems head-on, you have to confront the pain that occurs each year when a news report reminds you of the tragic events in Arcadia Bay. You couldn't keep running from the memories, from the guilt that weighed heavily on your shoulders.

So, you made a decision. You booked a flight back home, back to where it all began.

- - - - - - - - - - 03/23/2009

"Suck it, losers!" Chloe belted after rolling a solid 19 on the D20, "I... I grab the slimy dwarf by its neck, I don't say a single word, I just squeeze and squeeze and SQUEEZE."

Mikey's face drops in disgust whilst Steph's forms into an amused grin, "Calamastia's scare tactic worked like a charm, the dwarf horde drop their sharpened branches and scattery in a scurry, leaving one dwarf, on the floor - dead." She narrates as she knocks over the 5 dwarf figurines and scoops 4 off the bench.

But as she focused on her next move, she couldn't help but feel a sense of distraction creeping in. It was you, approaching with your trademark smile on your face, causing her heart to skip a beat. As you drew closer, Steph's attention wavered, her role of game master momentarily forgotten as she found herself captivated by your presence. Your eyes met hers, sparking a connection that sent a rush of warmth through her veins.

"Damn it!" Mikey exclaims, aggressively eyeing down the 3 he'd rolled against one vengeful dwarf that remained.

"Hey guys," Rachel beamed, taking a seat next to Chloe on Mikey's side of the bench, ", so where do Y/n and I come into this?" Yours and Rachel's arrival brought a welcome distraction. Chloe smiled warmly at Rachel and you, happy to have more friends joining in on their game..

You slide into the space to the left of Steph, your hand brushing her shoulder while you continue to wear your smile. Steph looks up at you, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "Hey Y/n, glad you could make it!" she whispers, returning the physical touch you'd continued before turning her attention back to the game.

You could just about keep up with the game, you'd been given the class of 'Rogue', and you forgot your name months ago but didn't want to ask in fear you'd somehow offend her. But the game carries on, you quite enjoyed watching a master at her work, Steph's like some sort of genius, she knows everything about each character and all the possibilities.

Now and then, Steph would glance over at you, a small smile playing on her lips and a blush flurry throughout her cheeks whenever you'd return the eye contact, almost as if she'd been caught. It made your heart race just a little bit faster each time. It's unfamiliar but not all too bad.

- - - - - - - - - -

First was the Two Whales Diner, on entry, it was unusually empty, only the same police officer sat on a barstool along with a truck driver a few seats along. Only one booth was occupied by what looked like a couple of kids from Blackwell, obviously skipping class.

That was a common hobby of mine and Chloe's, we didn't know each other all that well, but we were the only ones out of the group drastically failing everything. It was weirdly bonding and odd, but nice, we'd just chat shit and vent. The blue-haired girl would go on about how David had now left a toothbrush in her bathroom and I'd complain about getting suspended for something you totally did do.

You two could just hate life together, it was soothing, something you missed.

Treading towards the surface amongst the barstools, you scan the room for any sign of Joyce. Nada. Maybe she's round the back.

You lean up against the surface that still adorned the same old carvings we all left over Christmas.

'bah humbug - mikey, chloe, y/n, reach, stephanie (it's steph)(it's not)'

You giggle at the memory before your attention is drawn towards the familiar waitress uniform, "Hey Y/n! Long time no see kiddo." But as you look up, a wave of disappointment washes over you as you don't see the blonde, kind-faced older woman, instead met with one of her closest work friends.

"Hey Judy, how are you?"

She tilts her head with a smile and nudges your arm, "I'm same as ever, darling. Clearly, you're doing better! Look at you, all tough and militant."

This isn't what you're here for, "Sorry to cut this short Jude, but I really need Joyce, do you know whether she's around? It's pretty urgent."

Judy's face slowly falls, "Oh honey, Joyce hasn't been around for a while. Chloe's death took quite the toll on her, not heard from her In months."

You briefly thank Judy for the information and bid her goodbye, quickly making your way out of the diner, your mind racing with thoughts of Joyce and what she could be going through after years had passed.

- - - - - - - - - -

Parked right around the corner from the Amber household, you take a deep breath recalling that pang of guilt and regret you were punched in the chest with at the news. Rachel was your best friend, someone you've got to care for, support, protect. You did none of that, in fact, you suspected nothing and let her die.

About 4 months after she'd gone missing, that's when you decided to leave and start your basic training. You dropped off the belongings she'd left at her house to her parents, a cardigan, an extremely flamboyant pen that had feathers sticking out of it (which screamed Rachel), and her bag that contained a book. This book, you'd always assumed it was her diary and refused to read it let alone even touch it for more than 15 seconds.

As you sit in your rental, staring at the street that leads to the Amber household, you finally build up the courage to get out, one last gulp and then you release your tight grip on the wheel and hop out of the car.

You know that returning her diary was the right thing to do, but it also serves as a painful reminder of your shortcomings as a friend. What if giving that back sooner could've saved her? You wish you could turn back time and be there for Rachel in her time of need, but all you can do now is try to make amends in whatever way possible.

Approaching the front of the house, you recognise something out of place, one or two signs, their brightness contrasting the cool tone of the house. As you get closer you make out the 'SOLD' signs, if it were appropriate you would scream in the air out of annoyance, but still, you walk up to the door and knock, just in case there is a chance in hell, heaven and earth at least one Amber would be there.

3 Knocks.

Another 4.

With a deep exhale you turn around, debating why you even came back, it was such a waste of time and soul. You might as well just go bac-

"Um... Hello? Can I help you?" A deep voice questions.

You turn back around to see a tall, rugged man standing in the doorway. His piercing blue eyes seem to look right through you as he waits for your response. You clear your throat and stammer out, "I-I was just... looking for a husband and wife, James and Rose Amber. Are they here?"

The man's expression softens slightly as he shakes his head. "Sorry, no Ambers here. This place was sold a few weeks ago." You feel a pang of disappointment but try to hide it as you thank him and turn to leave.

At this point you could only think of one more person in Arcadia Bay, it couldn't exactly be the closure you needed but it's close enough.

Sera Gearhardt: Rachel had mentioned her a few times after discovering her whole family scandal. Her mom isn't her mom, so her 'mom' is fake, but her dad is still with her fake mom while he cheats on said fake mom with real mom. Real mom comes back but Dad says no even though having an affair with real mom behind fake mom. Fake mom is aware of real mom and has been from the beginning.

Makes sense right? You met her once, briefly, by accident, you were a tad bit (1 hour) early to your get absolutely shit-faced sesh. Seemed nice, knew your name, not too much to tell.

- - - - - - - - - - 05/21/2010

To Steph, I overlook all, yet too far for the eye to see A wide body of water, if you really wish to seek me I look far and can be seen from afar I actually fucking give up, I'm by the lighthouse - Y/n

Steph's eyes light up like a Christmas tree at the thought of the two of you alone, in the most romantic spot in shitty Arcadia Bay.

The lighthouse had always been a place of quiet intimacy with its sweeping views of the ocean and the salty air whipping around you. It was where she'd imagined you two sharing your first kiss, a clumsy, awkward fumble, but somehow almost endearing. Now, with the words of your note burning in her mind, she felt a surge of anticipation.

She'd thought about things like this a lot but each time she would shut it down, realising how delusional she sounded.

So Steph took the bus to the shoreline and began the short walk. As she reached the top, the lighthouse stood tall and proud, its beam slicing through the fading light. There you were, silhouetted against the setting sun, your hair tousled by the wind.

"You actually found me," you say sarcastically, a cheeky grin spreading across your face. Steph felt a warmth spread through her body, a mix of relief and joy. "Yeah, you made it really difficult. Why couldn't you just send a text?" You chuckled, your voice rough with emotion. "Just thought you'd enjoy if I made it a bit mysterious. Clearly, it didn't work too well on my behalf."

As she walked towards you, the silence between you filled with unspoken words, the weight of your recent struggles hanging in the air like a storm cloud. "Um- well." "I'm being held back a year," you mumbled, your gaze fixed on the turbulent sea below. "I don't know whether it's because I'm lagging behind or whether it's because of the exchange thing. Either way, it's pissed me right off."

"I... I'm so sorry-," she managed to just about say before you interrupted her. You interrupt, shrugging with that smile twisting your lips. "-Don't apologise, Steph." You sigh deeply, "It just ruined a few plans is all." Steph knew you were trying to be nonchalant, but she saw right through it. The disappointment, the frustration, the irritation - it was all there in your eyes.

She knew those 'plans' were more than just a few. They were dreams, aspirations, and hopes for a future filled with adventures and possibilities. The exchange program messed up your education more than you can handle to even explain. You're impatient now, having to wait another year, well that's what it seemed.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, I didn't bring you up here to go all 'Woe is me' on you, " You both chuckle, knocking into each other, "You're leaving this year, so I thought we'd better make the most of it."

You reach into your jacket pocket pulling out two pathetically made string bracelets, "They're not exactly a masterpiece," You hold out the two on one hand, one green, one red, "Feel free to throw them into the sea and me with them if this is too much, Steph. But I wanted you to know you're a really good friend, y'know."

"To another year with Victoria!" Steph toasts, picking up the red bracelet and knocking it to the green, despite the gut-wrenching pain of being friendzoned.

That damn smile, how could she resist?

- - - - - - - - - -

Why has Sera disappeared off the face of the earth? You scroll and search through your phone searching up anything and everything relating to the woman and the Amber family, but all that appeared was your best friend’s death.

Lay down in the back seats of your rental car, you stare into roofing, how the fuck are you still here but not Chloe and Rachel? Why the two of them? At one point you considered paying the Prescott family a visit, hell even Nathan in the psych ward or wherever he is. But your senses soon saved the day preventing you from doing anything that'd make you lose your job.

You drop your phone onto your chest, letting your arms hang upwards, reaching out. You're still here, you spend a few seconds surveying every millimetre of your hands, and then down your left wrist, twisting it slowly. Then finally the right, the bracelet.

You don't really remember ever keeping that bracelet on, it was a weird feeling.

You tried to dismiss it, to convince yourself it was just a silly trinket, a meaningless gesture from one friend to another. Yet, the more you tried to ignore it, the more its presence gnawed at your mind.

As you look at it you feel its teasing, you can imagine the stupid single pieces of thread pointing and laughing at how pathetic your attempts at reconnecting with your past are. The bracelet felt like a burden, a constant reminder of what you had lost.

But you couldn't let go of the bracelet, not yet. You needed it, even if it felt like a cruel joke, a constant reminder of what you could never have, it felt wrong.

So you pull out your phone again and ring Steph's old number, you hadn't called her for what? 2/3 years? Y/n you dickhead.

Caller: Um... Hello?

Y/n: Hey, sorry to be a nuisance, does this number still belong to Steph?

Caller: No, it doesn't. Goodby-

Fuck my life. When is it going to end? Why am I getting nothing?

The only other solution you could think of at that moment would be calling Mikey, but honestly, what are the chances? So, again, you pull out your phone, linger your thumb over his name and eventually call.

Caller: Hey?

Y/n: Is this Mikey?

Caller: Oh heavens! Is that Y/n L/n?

- - - - - - - - - -

A couple of hours passed, and Mikey filled you in on both Steph's and his own situation, he was really intrigued by how you'd spent Christmas in the army (but you had to disappoint him by informing him you weren't at war and didn't have to spend every single moment at base), and you even got the chance to speak to Drew after years.

It was quite emotional, however you'd never let anyone know, but now you knew where Steph was after all this time. Haven Springs, Colorado.

17-hour drive? Fuck that, looks like another plane ride is in order.

- - - - - - - - - - 10/09/2009

"So... I'm basically a ninja?" You query, Steph fed up with your stupid questions, "Don't look at me like that! Okay, whatever, I'm a Rogue."

Steph nods her head slowly with a teasing grin.

"Rachel is a, um- Claric?" You raise one eyebrow towards the ginger girl.

Steph debates letting you off, shaking her head side to side biting her lip, "Cleric, but close enough. Carry on."

You quickly exhale and lean back onto Steph's bed, "Steph I'm done with this, why can't I just wing it?"

"Because even Chloe knows her shit, you don't!"

You roll your eyes, sitting up a little bit with crossed arms, 'Chloe? Seriously?' you scoff, unable to contain your incredulousness. "Chloe, the girl who can't tell Poland from Indonesia? She's got it figured out, but I don't?"

Steph raises her hands in surrender, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Hey, don't underestimate Chloe," she says, "she's got a surprising amount of street smarts. And besides, she's got the whole 'magic is easy peasy' thing going on. You, on the other hand, have the grace of Bambi trying to walk on a tightrope."

You groan, sinking back onto the bed. The truth stung, but it was undeniable. You, the self-proclaimed master of 'winging it,' had somehow landed yourself in a situation where you desperately needed to learn the basics. You were supposed to be saving the world, but you couldn't even tell a spell from a chant. "Fine, fine," you relent, deflated. "But only because I have to. What do I need to know?" Steph, ever patient, pulls out a worn notebook and a battered copy of 'The Beginner's Guide to D&D Characters'. "First things first-"

"No. No, no, no! If I cook you dinner will you give it a rest?" You offer in an attempt to save yourself from further mental pain.

Steph laughs until she realises you're being serious, "Wait, you'll actually cook me dinner?" She furrows her eyebrows, "You can cook?"

'Yes, I can cook,' you admit begrudgingly. "And it's the least I can do to spare myself this torture." Steph's eyes light up with anticipation. "Deal. But remember, you're not getting off that easy. After dinner, we're hitting the books hard." A groan escapes your lips as you acknowledge the inevitable. But deep down, you know Steph is right. It's time to embrace the basics and shed the illusion of your so-called 'mastery.'

Steph gave into temptation and spat out the lingering question, "Is this a date?" She blurted out and immediately regretted it, her face flushing from her neck to the tops of her cheeks.

Your head tilts and your face softens with a smile, "If you'd like," You get up from your seat and stretch out a hand towards her, "I do love a gorgeous geek."

With grinning faces, you both head toward the kitchen, determined to both nourish your body and, begrudgingly, your mind. As you rummage through cabinets and flick on the stove, you can't help but wonder if this culinary diversion will be sufficient to postpone the dreaded onslaught of 'The Beginner's Guide to D&D Characters.'

- - - - - - - - - -

New Year's Eve and you're out chasing the past, how sad. It's late at this point, you accidentally fell asleep in the waiting room for the coach to Haven Springs, leading to you having to take the later one. Steph's probably out with her new friends celebrating.

You step off the bus and onto the gravelly road, praying she'd magically be waiting for you.

You walk past an old-fashioned pub, 'The Black Lantern' is lit up from the inside, music playing, and voices humming loudly. There were numerous shops, hiking, smoke, ice cream; but there it was. If Mikey was right, Steph should work in a record store as some sort of DJ.

It's pitch black, and only the tall dark streetlights illuminate small flickery sections of the village, it was quaint and charming, fitting.

You stand outside of the shop for a few seconds. The lights are on, You could've sworn you saw a shadowed figure through the vague light, with each passing moment you pussied out more, it was now or never.

3 Knocks.

The door opens, "Can I he- Fuck me! Y/n?" The still ginger girl exclaimed with disbelief, her eyes darting from eye to eye to ear to leg to shoulder, for a moment you thought she was having a stroke but she soon stepped aside to let you up the stairs.

As soon as you got up to the 2nd and final step she enveloped you into a bear hug, something she wasn't too fond of the last time you'd seen her. "I can't believe you're actually here."

Steph's mind was all over the place, she'd met with her high school crush who she thought she'd moved on from, clearly, she hadn't because the first thought in her head when she opened that door was - 'Oh my god, this is fate'.

Here the pang of guilt hit you harder than ever, "I've missed you, I'm sorry for not seeing you or - shit even calling you sooner." It's a shit apology, but you're sure you'll make it up.

"I missed you too," Steph returned shyly, "How come you're here? How did you know I was here?"

You lean up against the register counter, taking in Steph's workplace and home, taking in Steph, she was a little bit taller, and still wore a beanie wherever she went, boots? They're new. "It's a bit of a long story," You begin, ", but Mikey told me."

Steph looks like an excited puppy, "You can tell me another time, yeah? You're staying, right?", she can't hide the excitement in her voice, and you know you can’t disappoint her. Taking another deep breath, you nod.

"You know," Steph starts, clearly hesitant and still debating over her next words, "High school Steph would be going feral right now. She used to have a bit of a crush on you."Steph fiddles her fingers, looking down at her hands awaiting the silence's end.

You try to hold back a smile in a pathetic attempt, "Yeah, I think I got the hint."

You watch her, her hands moving with practised ease, her focus laser sharp. It's like a different version of her, the one you remember from high school, but more mature, more confident. 'What about you?" she asks suddenly, her eyes meeting yours. "Did you have a crush on me back then?" The question catches you off guard. You were always good at hiding your feelings, and you'd never let on how deeply you felt for her. "Maybe," you answer finally, a smile playing on your lips, "Maybe a little." A blush creeps up Steph's cheeks, and you notice a small dimple appear on her chin. You're suddenly aware of how close you are, the scent of coffee and cinnamon swirling around you. The air feels electric, charged with unspoken possibilities. "So," Steph says, her voice barely a whisper, "What are you doing here, really?"

"It-" Before you can excuse yourself from explaining yourself, you're saved by the roaring crowd outside, you assume they're beginning the countdown. Steph immediately races off and returns with a bottle of champagne, "Been saving that for this moment?"

"Of course I have." She shrugs sarcastically, popping the bottle just as the countdown reaches 1 the cork pops with a satisfying whoosh, and the champagne sprays a fine mist across our faces. We laugh, the sound swallowed by the roar of the crowd from outside as the fireworks begin their ascent.

You each take a turn at chugging the champagne until your face is covered.

Silence eeks between us, heavy with the weight of what's unsaid. Then, unexpectedly, Steph reaches out and takes a step closer. Her hand lands on my cheek, and the touch is electric. "You know," she whispers, her breath warm against my skin, "I don't think I ever lost feelings for you. I always had a thing for your smile."

Your heart leaps to your throat as you gaze into her eyes. The feelings you shared were too intense to be simply extinguished. You lean in, your lips hovering just a breath away from hers. 'I never stopped thinking about you,' you murmur. Your lips meet in a kiss that is both familiar and intoxicating. It's new but so normal and calculated. The fireworks continue to explode overhead, painting the sky in vibrant hues. It's as if the universe itself is celebrating this reunion.

You turn Steph around and push her against the register counter, her back pressed against the cool wood, her arms circling your waist, you feel the echoes of your past in every inch of her closeness. The kiss deepens, and neither of you can get enough, this made up for the 5 years of what you both craved but just simply couldn't get.

You break apart for a brief moment, breathless and flushed, your foreheads resting against each other. Her eyes, the same deep emerald green you remembered, sparkle with an emotion that mirrors your own. 'I can't believe this is happening,' she whispers, her voice thick with a mixture of disbelief and longing.

'Me neither,' you breathe, your finger tracing the curve of her cheek, familiarising the feel of her skin under your touch. The kiss resumes, this time more urgent, more desperate. It's a desperate attempt to reclaim the lost time, to make up for all the moments they missed. She tastes like summer nights and laughter, like the sweet promise of something beautiful and forbidden. With each touch, each sigh, each fleeting glance, your heart rekindles a fire that had long been dormant.

"Happy New Year, Stephanie." You tease

"Shush."

#life is strange #life is strange x reader #life is strange: before the storm #chloe price #rachel amber #life is strange before the storm #victoria chase #steph gingrich x reader #steph gingrich #mikey north #lis #lis: bts #joyce price

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prettyplant0 · 2 years ago

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I hate the fact that the hype for "Life is Strange: True Colors" has died down. The tags for Steph Gingrich aren't active, it sucks, I want more fanfiction for her, cause she is not a want, she is a need. she is one of my favorite lesbians and she needs more fanfiction. And, I don't know who writes for her anymore so I can't request for her. Plus, I can't write. Somebody tag people who write for her.

I will make art for this wonderful woman

I will single-handedly revive the tags by requesting fics /hj

#steph gingrich #steph gingrich x reader #life is strange #life is strange true colors #wlw #pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeee #reader insert

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brienne-the-brave · 1 year ago

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i think for the steph fluff just a nice and simple cuddling scenario would be nice, like she gets back from the record store after a long day and all she needs is just a nice cuddle session

Rough Day?

Category: Fluff

Pairing: Steph Gingrich x Reader

Word count: 301

Read time: 2 minutes

A/N: Heyy sorry I haven't wrote in a while I'm currently in the process of getting a job and getting my ADHD Diagnosis but I'll hopefully be more active over the summer

You heard the door opening as you heard the thud of Steph's heavy footsteps entering your shared apartment "Babe? Are you home?" She said poking her head around the corner

"Yeah I'm here" You said getting up from the couch and walking over to her she rested her forehead on your shoulder groaning "Rough Day?" You asked running a hand up and down her back, "mhm" she nodded, "Alright c'mon" you said grabbing her hand, leading her to lay with you on the couch, she rested her head on your chest wrapping her arms around your waist, "are you gonna tell me about it or are you just gonna sit and make funny noises all night?" You chuckled, "I got so many calls I don't think I wanna do the predictions anymore, and I had to rummage in the storage room for like an hour for some stupid girl in red album" she complained, "you know I'm always here if you need help around the store, I'm literally a 30 second walk away" you assured her chuckling slightly, "I just wanna sleep" she whined burying her face further in your chest, "okay, alright let's go" you said standing up again and taking her into your shared bedroom handing her one of your sweatshirts to change into before she hopped into bed, "I'll come wake you up in an hour okay?" You said squeezing her hand, "no I'll set an alarm, come cuddle with me" she said pulling you into bed, "babe, I gotta go make dinner" you chuckled struggling to get up from her grasp, "hm, dinner can wait..." She mumbled, her grasp tightening around you, determined to keep you from leaving, "alright... Dinner can wait" you sighed wrapping an arm around her as she drifted off to sleep in your arms.

#steph gingrich x reader #steph gingrich #its 4 am and i need to be up in the morning but oh well #i love her sm #life is strange #life is strange x reader

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ruassurvivalkit · 2 months ago

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should I start writing life is strange fics?? (requests are open)

#life is strange true colors #life is strange before the storm #life is strange #life is strange 1 #life is strange 2 #steph gingrich #alex chen #chloe price #rachel amber #max caulfield #life is strange x reader #lis #listc #lis bts #lis x reader #steph gingrich x reader

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punkrockmads · 1 year ago

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Pine

Steph Gingrich x Fem! Reader

Summary: Everyone has bad days, even the rambunctious, exciting, vibrant Steph Gingrich. Thankfully, she has you to brighten any gloomy day.

(Reader is implied Fem! But no pronouns are used)

It was rare for Steph to break down. Typically, she was cool and collected. She always knew what to do, and could fix any problem thrown her way with her creative mind. However, some days, things were just too much. Today was one of those days. Problem after problem after problem had been thrown Steph's way.

Valkyrie had gotten into the booth and chewed through a cable, thankfully not getting shocked but damaging the microphone. Steph thanked God she remembered to unplug it before leaving. With no microphone, she had no way to broadcast.

So, Steph had to get another. She couldn't find a single spare microphone anywhere in the store, so she went out to buy one, leaving Ryan in charge. She couldn't find one anywhere, and when she came back, Ryan had shocked himself trying to fix the old one. It had tripped the breaker, and shut down the whole station. Just as Steph had gotten it working again, her boss had called her, pissed.

By the time Steph had made it back to your place, there were mud stains on her clothes, her beanie was falling off her head, her shoes had given her blisters, and she was teetering on the edge of a complete meltdown. She opened the door, tripping on the small ledge and stumbling in.

You'd heard the front door open, and her quiet, exhausted 'I'm home', peeking out from the bedroom. Immediately, your face fell when you saw the look on her face. "Steph?" You called softly, walking towards her. Tears welled in her eyes, her lips pulled into a pitiful frown. She rested her forehead on your shoulder as you wrapped your arms around her. "What's the matter?" You asked. She cried quietly into your shoulder as you rubbed her back. You were slightly surprised, but even Steph could have bad days.

"Wanna talk about it?" You asked instead. Steph shook her head, holding you tighter. You held her there for a while, silently comforting her as she cried out all of her frustrations. After she'd calmed down, you pulled away, cupping her face in your hands. You wiped away her tears gently with the pads of your thumbs. "Do you wanna take a bath?" You offered, smiling a bit when Steph nodded. Her eyes were puffy, tear-stained cheeks smushed between your palms.

Steph got undressed as you filled the bathtub, adding a ton of bubbles. You helped her into the tub, kissing her forehead before taking her clothes to the laundry. When you came back, Steph was laying back, her arms resting on the sides of the tub, eyes closed, finally feeling relaxed. She turned to face you with a small smile. "Hey." She whispered.

"Hey." You smiled, sitting on the edge of the tub. You ran your fingers through Steph's hair, massaging her scalp gently. "Tough day?"

"Yeah." Steph sighed. "It was a fucking nightmare." She closed her eyes once more, tilting her head back. She breathed slowly, chest rising and falling steadily in the water. The bubbles had started to dissolve, exposing her bare chest. This version of Steph was unfamiliar to everyone but you. Soft, vulnerable, quiet. Her rambunctious energy was temporarily pacified, a comforting silence between you two. The soft scent of pine filled the bathroom, a scent that reminded you of Steph. Of home.

After her bath, Steph stood still while you dried her off, listening to the water drain. She pulled a shirt on as you knelt in front of her in the bedroom, bandaging her ankles where her shoes had rubbed blisters into them. Once she was dressed, you pulled her into bed beside you, covering the two of you up as she laid her head on your chest. She listened quietly as your steady breathing lulled her into a peaceful sleep, whispering a soft 'I love you' before closing her tired eyes.

#steph gingrich x reader #lis steph #steph gingrich #lis true colors #life is strange true colors #life is strange #steph gingrich x fem reader

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that-damn-fouth-chaosemerald · 9 months ago

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Heeeey!! Okay listen! Could you do x reader headcanons for Steph and Alex with a fem!so with a LOT (8 in particular, 4 in both ears, and i also have double helixes like Alex +lobes, 5 more are coming in the next few months) of ear piercings? Like would they like them, make comments on them, how would they react to the healing process (my rook was bleeding randomly🙃) etc. But also my piercings are the only things representing my gayness and i am OBSESSED🥹. Love these girls! Hope its not too much, mwuah😚 ( Aaaand sorry, oversharing is my literal hobby and i am not ashamed😈)

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Gosh, I'm so sorry for keeping you waiting!

I thought I've already post this-

Btw can we talk abut how beautiful they are?😭🙏❤

(Yes, the author is simping again, keep scrolling-)

×❢ About my work ❢×

we can call it fluff, mention of bleeding, the girls are so supportive!, fem! reader, she/her pronouns used, swears

Fandom: LIfe is Strange: True Colors

Character(s): Alex Chen, Steph Gingrich, You| (Y/N) |The Reader

Ship(s): The character(s) x You| (Y/N) |The Reader

Form: Headcanons

Requested by @riu025

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

[Credit goes to the creators of the gifs!]

Steph Gingrich

• Steph would be like "Wow." and just stare with her owned smile.

• or, if you have more than a few piercings she would be like "Wow, looks like you didn't yourself hold back!" and then she would let out a smile or laugh.

• I think Steph would find it really cool

• Although, the healing process might scare her a bit

• "Uh... Are you okay? Your ear is bleeding..."

"Oh, yeah! That's normal!" :)

"... Okay."

• also, she would ask you if she would look cool with piercings

• "We could have matching piercings, (Y/N)!"

"Matching piercings? Is that even a thing?" You lifted your eyebrows up with a chuckle.

"Yeah! :>"

• Will ask your help before choosing (if she even choose to have a piercings)

• if the piercings are new and you've never had piercing before, she'll just hold her eyes on you and after a moment she'll let out a confident "Hot." to you

• Eitherway, she thinks you're cool

Alex Chen

• she wouldn't be scared of the healing process, cause she's used to it

• in fact, cause she also has some experiences with piercings, she would help you

• i don't think she'll get another piercing, but if you really want her to have an another one with you

• she will. But just one.

• and you'll search ideas together

• "What about something like this?" you showed her the picture which was on your phone.

"I don't know, (Y/N)..."

"Come on!"

• Also, Steph would be like "Wow, you two have the same thing!" to the helixes

"Yeah... Almost."

In the final words:

• I think they would love you with piercings. I mean, they accept and love you in any way, so-

I don't think they would stop or disagree with you. Especially Steph. She thinks you're hot with it.

• You just showed up in front of Alex's door, hoping that she could see your new accesories. Although, you couldn't shrug off the feeling of excitement and nervousness, but you still wanted to see and ask her opinion about it. As Alex opened the door, you could see that Steph is there too. Great!

You walked in and of course Steph couldn't ignore the fact that you changed a bit.

"Holy shit, (Y/N)!" she grabbed your face to get a better look. After a second, her grip got softer of the thought that she could may hurt you. You chuckled nervously.

"Alex! Did you see that she has new piercings?" she looked back from Alex to you again with a smirk.

After Alex closed the door, she came up to you as well. Her lips curled into a smile as she saw you.

"It looks good on you, (Y/N)!"

"I know, right? She looks so hot with them!"

"Thanks, but my face starts to hurt a bit, Steph." you giggled.

"Oh, sorry!" she let, but both of them still kept their eyes on you. "But seriously, you look badass!"

Alex agreed with a silent nod and a sparkling smile.

#life is strange #lis #life is strange true colors #lis true colors #true colors #alex chen #steph gingrich #lis steph #lis alex #alex chen x reade #steph gingrich x reader #lis x reader #lis imagine #life is strange x reader

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redhairedwolfwitch · 2 years ago

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Life is Strange Masterlist

Concerts and New Students - AU

Platonic Fic - AU

Three Pirates (Part 1) (Part 2) - AU

Imagine being a new student at Blackwell Academy, becoming friends with Chloe and Rachel and crushing on Steph

Steph Gingrich x Fem!Price!Reader - (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) - Before the Storm

Life is Strange - Steph Gingrich x Fem!Price!Reader - Arcadia Bay

#life is strange x reader #life is strange imagine #steph gingrich x reader #steph gingrich imagine #life is strange imagines

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faithsxoxo · 7 months ago

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pairing :: chloe price x reader note :: band au, you’re chloe’s manager and she’s the drummer ;) warnings :: very very implied nsfw

Chloe whips her head towards the door as it slams open. You stand the doorway, absolutely fuming.

“What were you thinking?” You exclaim, storming towards her.

“Careful, if you glare any harder you might pop a blood vessel,” Chloe leans back in her chair, absentmindedly chewing on the straw of her drink. She barely glances at you before returning to her phone.

“Listen,” you begin, already losing your patience, “I don’t care what you do in your spare time. That’s not my job. However, when your reputation is involved, that makes it my problem.” Chloe rolls her eyes.

“I went out and screwed a couple girls, so what? My ‘reputation’ shouldn’t matter to true fans,” She punctuates her sentence by kicking her legs up onto the table.

“Maybe this never occurred to you, but you’re not the only person in the world Chloe Price,” You spit. “Your public appearance may not matter to you, but being caught in scandals affects all of the band. I’m not doing this for you, I’m doing this for them.”

Chloe’s face crumples for a moment, but she recovers so quickly you almost think you imagined it. “Whatever,” She grumbles, turning away from you. “I get the point, you can fuck off now.” With a sigh, you turn around and walk out. You feel a pang of guilt, before washing it away. It’s not your fault she’s a raging cunt.

•

“7 minutes, going on in 7 minutes,” The headset crackles into your ears. You push into the dressing room where the three girls await you. Chloe is holed up in the corner, headphones leaking her punk rock playlist. Steph sits at the vanities brushing on finishing touches to her colorful face.

“You all ready?” You call, stepping over heaps of discarded clothes and accessories. “Just about,” Steph calls.

“6 minutes, 6 minutes all,” the radio calls again.

“I hate that thing,” Rachel grumbles, pacing the length of the room.

“Jesus, cool it Rach. You’re making me nervous,” Steph turns to face her.

“10,000 people in a stadium. To see our stupid fucking band,” Rachel sighs. “How am I supposed to cool it?”

“It’s really not a big deal, you’ve done this before,” you reassure, patting her arm lightly.

“5 minutes folks, 5 minutes on the clock. Can the band please meet behind the curtains, I repeat can the band join us on the stage,” The radio calls.

Rachel swears. Steph steps to her and wraps her arm around her shoulder.

“Come on Rach, no biggie. Just pretend they’re not there.”

She sighs.

“Alright. Let’s go.”

•

You stand slightly off stage, watching the scene unfold. Thousands of roaring fans carrying signs and lights filled the stadium, all of them reaching for the trio.

Cash Register Fire.

The band that you had put your heart and soul into getting signed. They deserved it, putting hundreds of hours of time into their music. You remember the first days of being with them, hanging out in their studio apartment. You sighed softly, recalling the sweet memories.

•

Laughter fills the room.

“Oh fuck-,” Chloe cries out as her cymbal crashes to the floor. You clap, leaning against the back wall.

“Very convincing. The records will love seeing this,” You giggle, shaking your head.

“Get used to it,” Chloe smirks, throwing her arm around you. “It’s part of the brand.”

“Chloe, don’t scare her off yet,” Rachel groans. “Nahhh,” Steph calls. “She’s already used to our bullshit.”

“Chloe’s bullshit,” Rachel corrects.

Chloe steps away from you, and you almost want to lean back into her.

“Shut the fuck up,” Chloe rolls her eyes.

•

Huh. You furrow your brows, pondering the moment. What had changed between you and Chloe? You crane your neck to see her on stage. Blue hair, tattoos, piercings, Chloe’s the definition of punk rock. Your cheeks flush. She looks incredible in that tank top. You catch yourself, shaking your head and stepping back. No. You cannot be thinking this about Chloe fucking Price. You turn around and walk away before you can think anything worse.

•

Finally, the show closes and the trio step backstage. “Holy shit you guys, you did amazing,” You exclaim, feeling prouder than ever. “You think?” Rachel sighs. “My voice cracked like 3 times.”

“Shut the hell up,” Chloe moans, punching Rachel in the shoulder. “You sang great and you know it.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Rachel rolls her eyes and pulls away. “Cmon, I’m fucking starving.”

As she pulls Steph away, you grab Chloe gently. “Er- nice work tonight,” you mumble, awkwardly. “Your drumming is… cool.”

“Cool drums. Uh- thanks for the feedback.” She runs her fingers through her hair. You nod slowly, avoiding eye contact.

“Listen- uh. You wanna ditch?” Chloe suggests quickly.

“…What?”

“Ditch. Y’know, go somewhere. Celebratory dinner or whatever,” She says.

“Oh. I mean, don’t you want to do that with the rest of the band?” You ask.

She shoves her hands in her pockets, embarrassed. “You don’t have to come if you don’t want to,” She shakes her head. “It was a stupid idea anyway.”

“No! No, not at all,” You’re quick to respond. “I would love to go get something to eat.”

Her eyes widen, before falling back into her mock-annoyed expression.

“Yeah- I mean, yeah, I knew you were gonna say that. Okay, um, dinner.” Chloe grins slightly. “I know a place.”

•

You and Chloe pull up to a small diner on the edge of town. “Two whales,” You murmur.

“My mom owns the place,” Chloe explains. “But, uh, if you want to go somewhere else we can.”

You shake your head quickly. “No, this sounds nice. I’ve never been out here before,” You smile gently.

You both head inside and situate yourself in a booth.

“So.. not that i’m opposed to this, but what’s with the sudden change in attitude?” You question, smirking slightly.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Chloe grumbles, turning away.

“Oh? What, are you trying to rope me into a new scandal of yours?”

Chloe narrows her eyes.

“Again, my reputation isn’t your business. Just stop worrying about me,” She growls, crossing her arms and turning away.

“You mean doing my job?” You roll your eyes. “I’m not having this conservation with you again.”

“Then fucking don’t!” Chloe exclaims. “Can’t you fucking leave me alone?”

You slide out of the booth and glare at her.

“Fine, maybe I fucking will.” You grit, before storming out of the diner.

•

You sigh, burying your head in your arms. You had been working with CRF’s marketing team all morning trying to cover up Chloe’s newest ‘business’. After you had left her the previous night she had been spotted completely wasted in the closest bar. You almost felt bad. A knock on your office door makes you perk up. “Hey. How’s my favorite manager?” Rachel smiles softly.

“Ugh.” You groan, covering your face with your hands.

“Yeah, I know. But, listen, Chloe is.. not doing too well right now,” She informs.

“Okay? Can’t you handle that?” You grumble. She winces slightly.

“She locked herself in her room and won’t come out. We were hoping that she might let you in.”

“Why the hell would she let me in?” You question.

“Didn’t you use to be close? I know it’s a bit of a rough patch right now, but she might appreciate you trying,” Rachel replies with a nervous grin.

“I’ve been fucking trying. That’s all I do,” You shake your head in annoyance.

“Whatever. I’ll go see what she needs.”

•

“Chloe,” You bark, banging on her door. “Let me in.”

“What the fuck do you want?” She shouts, voice muffled from burying her face in her pillow.

“I want to know why you’re moping around. You’ve got everything you could possibly want, what more?” You fume.

Chloe pulls open the door with a huff.

“I do not have everything I want,” She growls.

“So what, you’re privileged enough to have most of it,” You cross your arms and narrow your eyes. “What else could you possibly want?”

Her gaze softens for just a moment, before returning to her glare.

“Something I can’t have,” She whispers.

“And what could that possibly be?” You roll your eyes.

Chloe suddenly grabs your arm and pulls you closer.

“Are you that fucking dense? Do I really need to spell it out to you?”

You gasp softly.

“Chloe..” You murmur.

Before you know it, her lips are on yours. You let yourself melt under her touch, wrapping your arms around her neck.

“Fuck,” She mumbles against your lips. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

“Maybe I don’t know,” You whisper, “But you can show me.”

She smirks and pulls you into her room, locking the door.

“Yeah, I’ll show you.”

#chloe price x reader #life is strange #life is strange x reader #chloe price #steph gingrich #rachel amber #life is strange fanfiction #faithsxoxo

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moonstruckloverwritings · 2 years ago

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Dating Steph Gingrich Would Include..

(When she gives you that look and calls you some chick 😩😂)

First things first, she would be the BIGGEST goofball.

She is definitely the type that would surprise/jumpscare you from being with hands over your eyes. The whole thing!

She is a gift giver!

She will give you random gifts all the time. From souvenirs she’s bought for you to cool rocks or feathers she’s found in the park.

Loves when you wear her clothes like shirts and stuff. Just not the beanies! Well, unless you ask nicely. 😉

Similarly, is a very big tease! Sorry for you if you’re shorter than her (she’s 5’6) because she will torment you with that information.

Would love to play D&D or LARP with you. So if you’re not into that now, she will try to pull you into it.

“Come on, I know you’d love it! Plus, I know I don’t have to talk you into hanging out with a smokin hot radio show host who plays the drums and wears beanies like it’s a religion.. right?”

Not the biggest on PDA as we can see at the end of the game when the two hold hands under the table.

So if she does anything physical like that in public, it’s hidden. Everything intimate is done in private.

I feel like she would be too ‘mushy’ so to say? Emotionally love dovey? You know what I mean!

She would have moments of either being really mushy or not at all. So it makes me think she likes to hide her emotions until they boil over and she lets them all out just to cap the bottle on her emotions again.

That’s just in terms of her love for you. She doesn’t really have a temper. She’s pretty chill in all other areas. It would take a lot to hurt her or make her “lash out” angry.

Even in the version of the game where Alex smashed the “ultimate champion” bottle, Steph never yelled or lashed out. She just got up and left. So, again, I really only see an overload of emotion happening if it’s from love for you or joy; the positive emotions. She’s too much of a optimist.

#Spotify #headcanon #x reader #x y/n #x you #headcanons #life is strange #true colors #steph gingrich #dating #would include #adorable #cute #fluff

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ruewrote · 1 year ago

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𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡.

↪︎ chloe price

↪︎ warren graham

↪︎ steph gingrich

↪︎ ryan lucan

↪︎ alex chen

↪︎ rachel amber

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anticipatecrime · 1 year ago

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'𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙚' 𝙧𝙮𝙖𝙣 𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙭 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙊𝘾 | chapter i

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: ex-drummer of a band, ronan finds himself not knowing where to go, but when his aunt eleanor lethe invites him to haven springs, he says fuck it, and moves into the lethe flowers shop. he's excited yet scared for his fresh start as a trans guy in a small town. 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 1.5k 𝙖/𝙣:keep watching lis true colours playthroughs and getting myself attached to ryan. i'm using this to dig myself out of a writing grave�� had a very popular tumblr fanfic account almost two years ago.. i'm welcoming myself back woo! enjoy this because theres no ryan fics.

he watched the scenery go by, trying to fight the boredom, as his eyes almost shut. the trees, the mountains, the wildlife.. it wasn’t doing it for him anymore. after more than forty hours, it stops being as beautiful and intriguing as it once was.

the only thing actually distracting him from his lack of enthusiasm was his music. he did slight movements side to side. god he loved music, even moreso loved the violent femmes.

‘when i’m out walkin’, i strut my stuff man im so strung out’

‘i’m high as a kite, i just might stop to check you out’ instantly, he was infront of a crowd again, his air drumsticks became real ones and the crowd was cheering, bouncing up and down to the sound of his band. everyone seemed to be on a buzz, just enjoying themselves.

he missed that feeling, he missed performing with his band, but.. theres no way he could go back, especially with what happened his ex, aka the bassist.

he shook his head, and took his headphones off. ‘no reason to think about the past, when we’re constantly in the future’ he thought, continuing to look out the window.

he hoped in anticipation that he would arrive to his destination soon. the bus felt oddly cramped, even though there was only himself on it. maybe three stops ago the last people got off. young hipsters who reeked of marijuana.

suddenly, ronan was pulled out of his thoughts when the breaks of the bus were slammed, and his glasses were launched off his eyes. ‘jesus’ he thought, scrambling to pick them back up.

“sorry kid! these breaks are so unstable, got stuck at the last minute.”

“its uh, okay?” he replied, finally realizing where he was. it was a two day, six bus journey, but finally ronan arrived in haven springs. and thank fuck for that.

he grabbed his luggage, and began rolling it off the bus, sending a smile and wave to the bus driver. "have a good one!"

"you too! enjoy the small town culture." he said, before closing the doors and moving forward.

"wow.. a frest start." he hummed, looking forward to seeing his aunt eleanor, probably his only family member that wasn't deceased or estranged. he was lucky to have her as such a supportive person in his life.

she supported him when he came out as trans, then gay, when he dropped out of law school and focused on music instead, when he moved away from his biological mother and when he needed a place to stay. It was like this woman was his guardian angel.

now, he just needed to find where she was. She offered him one of the spare offices in the flower shop.

he started walking forwards, and his jaw dropped in awe, shocked at the beautiful stone bridge infront of him. It was decorated with beautiful flowers and vines.

it looks so different but the vibe is the same, he can remember being about five years old here, visiting his aunt for the weekend. he got to see the spring festival, play with some of the other kids here, he vaguely remembers a few people from here. crazy to think the last time he was here was in 2001.

he strolls along, making sure to take in every building, every person who glances at him.

unexpectedly, an arm was around him. He turns, seeing someone unfamiliar. "hi? do i know you?"

"no you do not." a girl with red glasses chuckles kindly. "but i know you! ronan, right? awesome to meet you."

"nice to meet you too.. random person." his eyes narrowed.

"oh my god, sorry!" she laughs. "i'm alex!"

"alex what are you-" another voice chims in. "oh, sick."

"anyways, i'm alex chen, this is steph, welcome to haven springs!"

"thanks." he rubbed the back of his neck, feeling so uncomfortable at the sudden social presence. alex grabbed onto stephs hand, and they took a step back together.

"sorry, we just don't get new people often. i understand how it feels to be bombarded with welcomes, i was the new person before you i guess." alex took a deep breath, thinking about her first day here, and everything that happened.

"eleanor posted about you arriving today, so don't be shocked if more people come up to you, i'll try to calm them down a bit. in the meantime, do you want us to guide you to eleanor's shop?" she offered.

"oh uh, sure!"

the walk was fairly silent, and it was only making things more awkward. "so.. tell me about the other townspeople?" he suggested, with a shrug of his shoulder.

"well there's not too many people are age, other than ryan, and uh hector." steph begins to whisper. "he uh, really likes his dog chrissy, one time he lost her and started listening to breakup songs."

"hey, i'd be sad too if i lost my dog.. maybe not breakup song sad but still!" he snickered. "also, riley's off to college right?"

"yeah, she's going to be visiting this summer though." alex adds in.

"i remember ryan, he's 3 years older than me, i remember his dad making him play dragons with me."

"that reminds me, are you all caught up with everything that's happened in the past two years?" alex questions, curiously.

ronan grimaces. "yeah, hard to miss on the news, even from a different state. i was thinking about saying something earlier but i didn't want to take down the mood. i'm really sorry for everything that happened to you alex, but you're so strong and i can't believe everything you uncovered."

alex pauses in her step and looks at ronans aura. it was a light blue tint. she breaths in, and out, not knowing what to say. steph notices, and takes over.

"we're here!" she announces. "eleanor will be somewhere in there, when you're done getting used to the town, there's a welcome party down at the black lantern for you."

he glances to alex, mouthing an apology, before smiling. "okay, i'll see you guys there, then?"

"yes you will." steph confirmed, before her and alex left towards the record shop.

'time to see eleanor' he thought, nervously. the one person that has always supported him. what if she doesn't feel the same as she once did?

he pushes the door handle, causing the bell to ring. "RONAN!" she exclaims, running towards the boy. "oh how i've missed you." the older woman hugs him tight. "i'm sorry for everything that's happened."

ronan exhaled shakily, trying not to get too emotional on his first day. "it's okay, it's all in the past now." he reassured her, not wanting to upset eleanor more.

she breaks away from him and gives a warming smile. "i'm so happy you're here. i had ryan help furnish your room, since i'm not used to decorating."

"oh? thank you." he smiled. "how is he? still a nerd about nature?"

"oh honey, he's a park ranger now." eleanor says, making the two giggle. "very into birds."

"i expected nothing less from him." ronan shrugs, beginning to walk around the shop.

eleanor pauses for a moment, before smiling again. "but he's a very great guy ya'know, he's looking forward to seeing you again."

"oh geez.." he mumbled, rubbing his hands together anxiously. hearing that made him nervous. 'he's looking forward to seeing you again.'

ronan only started transitioning 5 years ago, and came out 4 years ago. ryans version of him is much different then how he is now. it would be like meeting a completely different person.

"don't worry about anything okay darling? i didn't tell anyone that you were transgender other than people who knew you before. all i said on myblock was that my nephew was moving here."

"thank you eleanor, it really means a lot." he smiled.

"oh oh, i'm sorry, let me help you with those." she rolled one of the suitcases towards the back. "follow me when you're ready!"

ronan looked around at all the flowers and plants. there was lilies, roses, sunflowers, orchids and so many more. it smelled like natural perfume. he's always loved flowers, fantasized about getting them one day. he huffed, and rolled his eyes at his own thoughts, and took off towards the back.

he passed one closed door before seeing an open door, most likely his. he took a step in and was in awe, it looked perfect for his stay. it almost reminded him of his teenage bedroom, but if it was in a cottage. "i remember some of the bands you were messaging me about, so i thought what else would be better to put on the walls then posters."

ronan reached over and hugged her once more. "this is too much, im so grateful to have you, thank you."

"it's no problem dear." she smiled brightly. "here, i'll leave you to settle in, i'll be working just down the hall in the office. if you finish unpacking before the welcome party, don't feel shy, go explore and make friends!"

"i'll try." he sighed, as eleanor shut the bedroom door.

he stood for a moment, trying to catch his breath. 'finally.. peace and quiet'

ronan began unpacking his bags. he had two rolling suitcases, a duffle bag, and a tote bag. it was a lot of luggage to carry around on six buses but it was necessary. he also had some other items coming in the mail, like his drum kit and guitar.

he started with the first suitcase, pulling out essential items like toothpaste, toothbrush, menstrual products, a variety of soaps, some candles. then it started getting into the little nicknacks. some being stuff he picked up on his travels, others just things that have memories attached to them.

after putting his toiletries in the bathroom, and the nicknacks on the blank shelves above his desk and bed, he started sorting through his clothing. he put piles of clothes into the closet, and a few extra things into the drawers under his bed.

to say ronan was exhausted, was an understatement. he just traveled through four states in roughly two days, met a bunch of people on his way, and in haven, and had to unpack as his first chore.

he took off his glasses before he collapsed onto the bed, the comforter a dark navy plaid, with black sheets. "can't believe i'm back here after all this time." he breathed.

now he just has to get through the rest of the day, and he'll be fine. right?

a/n: thank you for reading the first chapter of out of state, plenty more to come :) also i'd love to have anons if anyone would want to be an anon

#life is strange #lis #ryan lucan #ryan lucan x oc #ryan lucan x reader #alex chen #steph gingrich #life is strange true colors #life is strange three #oc #eleanor lethe

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brienne-the-brave · 2 years ago

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Character list <3

Life is strange:

Chloe price

Rachel amber

Victoria chase

Sean diaz

Steph Gingrich

Alex chen

Gabe Chen

The last of us:

Tess Servopoulos

Ellie Williams

Dina

Gwendoline christie:

Gwen in fabric

(maybe) Lexi Wizards Vs aliens

Larissa weems

Gwendoline christie

Twilight:

Jasper Hale

Carlisle Cullen

OTHER:

Loki laufeyson

Peggy carter

Only really doing fluff and angst ATM <3

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hotxcheeto · 2 years ago

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heyyooo could u make some headcanons for the lis ppl when we get into a fight for them? Like a physical one 👀👀👀

━ 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 - Chloe, Rachel, Victoria, Nathan, Kate, Steph

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, VERY brief mention of being high ( chloe ), slight descriptions of fights, alludes to wounds, angsty, fluff

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope/ some

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - ty for the request, imagining this was fun!! <;33

☆ 𝐂𝐡𝐥𝐨𝐞 – Totally roots for you but flabbergasted at the same time. I mean you're obviously fighting them for a reason so she'll cheer you on. But will break it up if it gets too far and if people are seriously getting hurt, but totally panics while doing it because omg you love her and fought for her. But she's dragging you back because the person's unconscious now.

But she'd fight someone for you, so it's only fair.

Loves you to death though, she's always felt like she's not enough for people or doesn't deserve that love. But the fact that you went and were ready to beat someone up because they were talking bad about her or disrespecting her and your only thought was protecting her.

Brings a tear to her eye. No she probably cried after she thought about it for long enough at 2am one night while high.

Chloe is a pussy, as much of a hardass as she claims to be or even is at times, she gets scared. She'll even admit it, she doesn't do good in physical fights, insult her though and the tongue lashing will be worse than your moms. But she can get a couple good punchesin there but seeing you go at someone, seriously, she's gonna marry your ass.

Worries about you though, she feels like she doesn't deserve that love. But you dgaf you'll punch any bitch that disrespects either of you, you barely realize how much love she has while looking at you defending her. Words or a fight. Chloe is in deep.

☆ 𝐑𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥 – Rachel, baby, definitely panics slightly. Shows in her face but it's more inside than out. She's worried about you, but seeing you fighting, definitely don't need to be. Rachel's proud, probably records school fights but nobody can trace it back to her and she's like a ghost, nobody sees her.

You just started swinging, no thought just pissed and protective. Rachel would totally fight someone for you, but seeing you just go swinging at someone, makes her panic and then proud and then she realizes how hot you are. Laughing after the fact and even a bit in the moment, watching you beat someone up.

Gloats about it with you later after you totally take the win. Compliments you too. It's definitely a memory you both laugh at every once in a while, but Rachel knows if something happened like that again, you'll be right front and center to it all.

☆ 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚 – Not a fighter, physically anyway. Does freak a bit when you jumped up and punched someone for talking shit about her right in front of you. Teasing her and making her feel like shit. It was bothering her, so you whacked them.

Vic, for good reason, panicked a bit and backed up. Staring at the fight while in a bit of shock. Doesn't yell or cheer, just kind of in shock lmao. Nathan would totally stand there laughing beside her.

Laughs her ass off after seeing the victim of your fists. Probably throws some teasing insults at them and their friends just to rub salt in the wound.

Also probably has people post it online or digs at them on her page just to get a kick out of them. She's a bitch, and you love her for it.

☆ 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 – Let's be honest, he's not a fighter. Nathan might be able to hold his own in a fight but... lord you seen him against Warren he's up there but got his shit rocked... I'm sorry. Moving on... he would laugh his ass off. Blast the person – with words and bullying.

Probably a bit insecure though, honestly, like he couldn't stand up for himself and that his dad would think he's a pussy but trust me, there was no stopping you. Def cried, like Chloe after thinking about it for too long in the middle of the night like 2 months after it happened.

He's more of a sit in silence type of grateful. Laying in his dorm room while you clean up, but the fact that you about got suspended for him. It's true love. Also teases you about it here and there, but it makes him wonder if he can protect you, but shit – seeing that you probably don't need it.

☆ 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐞 – Kate gives me strong ' I cry a lot ' vibes and not in a bad way. She's just very sensitive and if you watch the notebook with her she'd cry for hours and probably think so deep into the story it makes her cry more. So seeing you fighting immediately makes her worried and sprint to the scene.

Then she sees you, practically slamming someone's face into the cement. Probably cries, mostly out of panic and shock. Cries after, cause my poor baby was worried about you and what was gonna happen, especially if you were okay.

Just overwhelmed, because of everything that had happening to her and then that happening. She's just so worried and upset. But you were right there to comfort her, even after beating someone's ass.

you love her, and she knows it.

☆ 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐡 – screaming. Not her, me. She'd totally fight someone even while shitting her pants because let's be honest, Steph's a pussy. love her and her admittance too because she'd totally admit it. BUT YOU?

You start throwing hands with someone and she hears, deadass probably has popcorn magically to watch the fight video with. Biggest cheerleader, but it's also childish so she breaks it up fairly quickly but gives you a high five later then scolds you.

Don't fight on my behalf but good job on winning.

That might as well be a direct quote from her. Gives you major props though, Steph probably wouldn't have won if she was you but shit she sure would've tried. She loves you very much, but don't do it again.

She's proud. But you're def grounded.

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