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Moonlight (2016) dir. Barry Jenkins

"Running around, catching a lot of light.  In moonlight, black boys look blue”

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Reservoir Dogs (1992) dir. Quentin Tarantino 

“You shoot me in a dream, you better wake up and apologize.”

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The Breakfast Club (1985) dir. John Hughes

"You ought to spend a little more time trying to make something of yourself and a little less time trying to impress people."

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My Own Private Idaho (1991) dir. Gus Van Sant

“I love you, and you don't pay me.”

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Love, Simon (2018) dir Greg Berlanti

“Sometimes I feel like I’m always on the outside, there’s this invisible line that I have to cross to really be a part of everything and I just can’t ever cross it.”

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Lady Bird (2017) dir. Greta Gerwig

“I want you to be the very best version of yourself that you can be.”

    “What if this is the best version?”    

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Django Unchained (2012) dir. Quentin Tarantino 

“Mister Candie, normally I would say "Auf wiedersehen," but since what "auf wiedersehen" actually means is "'till I see you again", and since I never wish to see you again, to you, sir, I say goodbye!”

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Isle of Dogs (2018) dir. Wes Anderson

“Because he's a twelve year old boy, dogs love those.”

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Black Swan (2010) dir. Darren Aronofsky

“I felt it. Perfect. It was perfect.”

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stranger things teens as people you go to high school with

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The Chase || Steve Harrington

Word Count: 1.1k

Request: “ can you do one where y/n hurt and he takes care of her”

Summary: Y/N and Steve have a plan to capture the Demogorgan but it puts Y/N at risk.                                                                          

Warning(s): brief mention of palm cutting but mostly just fluff

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

a/n: I wrote this instead of doing chemistry homework and it was 100% worth it.

"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" Steve's voice crackled through the speaker of the old walkie talkie.

"As ready as I'll be" you chuckled half-heartedly, even though You were truly  shaken to the core. You knew that the moment you showed hesitation, Steve would stop the whole plan. You had just barely gotten him to agree after hours of convincing. He essentially begged you to let him be the bait, but you knew that you could run faster, and quite frankly you'd rather it be you in harms way than him. As you stared into the darkness of the dense forest, you began to ponder if there were any holes in your plan. You and Steve went over it what felt like a million times, but you still felt like you were missing a piece.

Deciding that hesitating would only make matters worse, your shaky hand began to pull the pocket knife out of your pocket.

"Okay, I'm making the cut now." You reported into the Walkie, hoping your nerves weren't as apparent in your voice as they were in your mind. You pinned the walkie talkie between your neck and your cheek and opened up the little knife. You winced, sliding the blade across your palm before tucking it back into your pocket.

"Be careful... please be careful" Steve muttered from the other end of the line. You glanced back towards his house through the forest behind you, and could barely make out the light on in the window of his room.

You watched dreadfully as the blood from your hand dropped into the leaves, fearing that you were summoning something you couldn't handle. The loud screech you heard from not far in the distance only reassured your uncertainty. Your legs felt less sturdy as the trees played tricks on you eyes, you felt like you saw something weaving between them.

"Steve..." you whispered into the walkie, not really sure why. Maybe to just to comfort yourself with his presence.

"I-Can't...yo-u" The suddenly grainy audio made you uneasy, to say the least. You listened to the walkie as his voice got more distorted to the point where you weren't even sure if he was saying coherent sentences.

"Steve, the connection is getting bad." You muttered into the walkie. However, for a moment, the audio became completely clear. But, what you heard made you freeze and turned your blood to ice .

"Run."

That single word paralyzed you entirely. Just as the word crackled through the speaker, You saw it, the "bear", except it definitely wasn't a bear. You had always secretly wished it would just be a bear. That thing, the creature, opened up its horrifying mouth, revealing rows of sharp teeth. Definitely not a bear.

Before you had time to process the situation, you were off in a hurry in the other direction. As the creature's screech echoed behind you, you began to pay closer attention to where you were stepping. You didn't want to trip over a rock, let alone get your leg stuck in one of the bear traps you laid out. However, you underestimated the danger of the slippery rocks lining the creek that separated the forest from Steve's yard.

As you felt your foot lose traction and you slipped into the ice cold creek, you heard a loud snap behind you and a grueling yowl. The last thing you remember thinking before you lost consciousness was, "I'm actually going to die."

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You awoke with a start, automatically attempting to sit up but something blocked you. It took a moment for you to recognize your surroundings, but soon enough you recognized the striped pattern wallpaper and warm ambiance of the room. As your eyes drifted up, you saw Steve, who was likewise looking down at you, while holding something warm to your forehead. His expression was an odd mix of relief and annoyance.

"What happened?" You questioned, attempting to sit up again. However, Steve's arm continued to hold you down. You decided it was probably for the best because you didn't know the extent of your injuries yet.

"You're unreasonably clumsy... that's what happened." He replied, giving you a look somewhat reminiscent of a concerned parent. "You promised you could make it."

"I could've made it... If I hadn't tripped." You assured him. You honestly did keep somewhat of a large distance between yourself and that creature before your fall. Steve chuckled lightly, breaking his rigid exterior for a moment.

Suddenly, you remembered the initiative for the entire plan, "Did we catch it?"

"It vanished out of no where. When I came after you, that thing wasn't around anymore." He replied half heartedly, seemingly caring less about the creature and more about the fact that you were hurt. You filled with disappointment at the fact that you hadn't caught the beast.

"You look really bad." Steve stated, a small smile playing on his lips. You could feel that your lower lip was busted and you were pretty sure you'd acquired a black eye. You deducted that you must have hit some rocks lining of the bottom of the river.

"Thanks." You glanced up at him, deciding that this lighting suited him very well. While you may have looked quite roughed up, Steve on the contrary, looked astonishing. The room flushed with silence as you took a moment to observe him. His features had softened from their original stressed appearance from when you initially woke up. However, a glimmer of concern flickered in his deep brown eyes as he continued to scan your injuries.

"You scared me, I thought you were going to get hurt... Well, you did get hurt, and it's my fault. I shouldn't have let you be the runner." He began to ramble off. You noticed he ran his free hand through his messy hair, a stress habit he'd picked up from you.

"It's not your fault, I'm the one who cant run to save my life, literally."

Steve eased back, finally allowing you to sit up straight. Your head throbbed as you adjusted you position. You realized Steve had been holding a warm cloth over your head, causing you to remember how cold the river was. You glanced down to see than you were wearing his soft maroon sweatshirt, which must of been one of the aspects of keeping you from freezing.

"Steve, I'm sorry I couldn't do it..." You trailed off disappointedly.

You watched as Steve leaned forward, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his warm chest. You rested your head on his shoulder, your eyes still observing his face.

"I'm sorry I let you go through with it. Next time, I'm the runner." He said, resting his cheek on your head.

"Next time, Jonathan's the runner." You chuckled, still doubting Steve's supposed running skills.

"Fair enough." He nodded, as a soft smile spreading across his face lighting up his features.

You listened to the loud shrieks from the forest, trailing in through Steve's window. The sound froze you to the core, but this time you had Steve to keep you warm.

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Lucid Dreams and Fake Bruises|| Joe Keery

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: Y/N works as a make up artist on the set of Stranger things and can’t help but fall into lust with Joe.

Warning(s): None

Pairing: Joe Keery x Reader

a/n: my first one shot on this account!!!

His old faded jeans

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your floral embroidered jacket

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It could only be a few more till you lost count. As the mix of both of your clothes piled messily on the floor, the fluttering feeling in your chest buried itself deeper and deeper. The lighting in the room was dimmed almost to the point of being completely pitch black, but that didn't matter because you could tell it was him staring down at you. His soft caramel eyes burrowing into your heart.

However, it didn't take long till you heard it again. That damn noise, the loud blare of your alarm. You tried to fight it as best you could, but you felt this universe slowly fading away from you. His skin turned to mist in grip and his eyes slowly faded from your vision.

You awoke with a start to the lovely noise of your 5:30am alarm. You had to be on set relatively early today, hence the extremely crude awakening. Apparently it was supposed to rain later in the day and that conflicted with a scene the crew was planning to shoot. You decided you could probably sneak in another fifteen minutes of sleep before you started receiving texts from the crew questioning your whereabouts.

You didn't mind your job, it really wasn't too grueling apart from the lengthy hours. Ever since you could remember you'd been fighting tooth and nail to land a gig as solid as the one you had with Netflix productions. After a few years of viciously fighting for a distinguished job in make up arts , you finally landed the position of main makeup artist on the production crew of Stranger Things. You mainly were assigned to the touch ups of the primary characters, which meant you actually spent a lot of your shift babysitting. Despite the fact that the kids were great and genuinely very mature for their age, they were still kids. Externally you pretended to be peeved by their antics but you honestly grew to love the little trouble makers.

The kids weren't really your main problem on the job, your true struggles came into tuition with the older cast members. There's no room for awkwardness when Gaten's constantly supplying quality puns, or Caleb is explaining a new dance move he made up. But with the adults, it can get really quiet between the two of you. They were all lovely and extremely distinguished, but that's where the issue came in. You were pretty shy in general and with their status' of fame, you were honestly intimidated. You wanted to impress them as ridiculous as it sounded.  Ironically, the one person you wanted to impress the most, was actually the cast member you had the best relationship with.

The charming Joe Keery had you hooked after your very first interaction. You rarely experienced an awkward quiet moment with him, probably because he was so laid back and talkative that he didn't know what an uncomfortable moment was. The closer you got, the easier it got for you to talk to him while doing his cover ups. You were honestly each-others on-set therapists and neither of you were complaining. Joe was pretty inclined to tease you about your quiet nature, but you adored his comedic style so much you didn't even mind. Matter of fact, his jokes about you were probably the best ones you heard during your shifts.

At around 6:30, you made your way sluggishly to the hair and make up trailer. The other artists shot you a nod or a small half smile, but it was evident that no one was really in the mood for over the top greetings at this time in the morning.

"Who's shooting first today?" You softly questioned your coworker, Ben, who was the main hair stylist.

"I'm pretty sure it's a scene between Joe and Natalia. I heard something about it being after a scene where Joe gets beat up." Ben replied, a slick smile spreading across his face because he knew how much you loved to do make up other than just cover ups.

Before you had the chance to reply, the trailer door swung open and one of the Duffer brothers strolled in with Joe and Natalia not far behind. You were relatively sure it was Ross but you'd gotten them confused before and didn't feel like outwardly embarrassing yourself this early in the morning.

After Ross (maybe), explained the appearance he wanted the characters to have, everyone set off on their own job. You walked over to your make up station, knowing without looking that Joe was following closely behind you.

"Are you excited? You finally get to do the bruise make up you're always raving about" Joe asked, somehow mustering a genuine smile despite the fact that he was  awake before the sunrise.

"Of course, it's my dream to make the Joe Keery look like hell. I've got quite the task ahead of me" You responded, keeping up with the high spirited banter.

He leisurely sat down into your make up chair, relatively accustomed to the process  by now. You fell into conversation so naturally, you felt as though you were reading a script of never ending discussion topics. However, after a few minutes, you found yourself getting distracted from the makeup. The closer you examined his features, you began to feel flustered. His eyes flickered to yours, and suddenly the dream came rushing back to you. You felt your cheeks flush and your stomach flip, as you began to recall the events of your dream from last night.

"Are you okay?" Joe questioned, a comforting tone of authenticity in his voice. You were pulled back into reality, tensing up slightly at even the thought of Joe realizing that you had a dream about him.

"Uh yeah, sorry." You chuckled softly, returning to shading a bruise onto his forehead. You placed your palm gently under his chin to tilt his head upward slightly. It was extremely difficult to stay focused as your finger tips kept brushing up against his strong jawline.

"I'm genuinely so desperate to watch Game of Thrones tonight, but my HBO keeps malfunctioning. It's driving me crazy." Joe began to trail you off into another lucid conversation.

"Come over to my hotel room tonight, I was planning on watching anyways." You responded half heartedly, more focused on the makeup than what You were saying.

"Really?" He questioned, his eyes examining your face attempting to decipher whether you were being genuine.

"Yeah, of course. I'll text you which room I'm in." You smiled softly, not really thinking much of the favor. As excited as you wanted to be about him coming to your room later that night, you knew you had to keep things cool because you were pretty sure he thought of you as just a friend. However, you couldn't help but notice the Hint of soft pink blush in his cheeks after the conversation.

***

You couldn't help but feel anxiety at the idea of you and Joe alone in your hotel room. You literally couldn't function at the thought of it, so you just lied against the cotton sheets of your hotel bed, staring up at the ceiling fan. He'd be showing up any minute now, and to be honest your nerves grew with every passing second.

With the noise of an echoing knock on hotel door, you shot up from the bed, glancing towards the other side of the room. You made your way to the door, and taking a deep breath, pulled it open.

You were greeted by the sight of Joe leaning against the door frame in a plain black t-shirt, clearly unsure of what to do with his body. "Woah, you look cool", you chuckled at his oddly staged stance.

"Yeah, I wasn't really sure how to stand while waiting" He responded with a soft laugh, causing a strand of his brown hair to Tumble onto his forehead

After around thirty minutes of theorizing and placing bets on what would happen in the show, the two of you finally settled down on the couch and begun watching. You tried to focus on the show, but honestly how could you when Joe was sitting right next to you, essentially a perfect human being.

The two of you weren't really watching the show so much as commentating over it. "I bet this scene is all a dream... I had a weird dream last night, I think I died in it..." Joe said quietly, awkwardly trailing off with the sentence.

You laughed, responding "I had a dream about you last ni-" you immediately pressed your lips together, silently cussing yourself out.

"You had a dream about me?" Joe asked, his interest seemingly peaked. He adjusted his seating position so that he was facing you now.

"Kind of-it was- not really..."

"Come on, tell me what it was about." His familiar smile spread across his face, illuminated by the tv, which at this point he had entirely disregarded.

In the midst of your conversation, you hadn't realized how close he'd gotten to you. You could tell he noticed at the same time as you by the look in his eyes, but he didn't move back.

"It was about-" Before you could finish your sentence, you were cut off by the feeling of his lips on yours. You felt Ice run through your veins at the feeling, not even sure if it was reality anymore.

He pulled back, searching your face for any expression to give away how you felt. You let a smile slowly slide across your lips, as relief filled his expression.

"How'd you know?" You questioned, chuckling lightly as he tilted his head in confusion. "That's what it was about... my dream"

That authentic Joe grin spread across his face as he leaned in again. Your lips touched again and suddenly the dream felt like nothing compared to the reality.

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