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You’ve heard of

Netflix And Chill

Now get ready for

Sleep Deprivation And Fanfiction ™

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my new aesthetic: peraltiago + lights

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What a great day! The sun is shining, the birds are singing, Mike telling El “I can’t lose you again” is canon…

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When you see Harringrove under the Joyce Byers/Jim Hopper tag on ao3

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AU where Bianca tries to juggle the responsibilities that come with being a Hunter AND the older sister of a brother and sister living at different half-blood camps. 

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“Mike is so selfish he doesn’t even care about his friends, only El”

WHAT

SHOW

WERE

YOU

WATCHING?

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Stranger Things :: four kinds of love

Inspiration [x]

“They cannot save you, Jane.” “No. But I can save them.”

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+bonus:

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top 50 ships of all time (as voted by my followers) #6. mike & eleven (stranger things) “I never gave up on you. I called you, every day. Every day for- Three hundred and fifty three days. I heard.”

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an au in which Bianca didn’t die and Nico is as happy as the son of Hades can possibly be.

I am on a roll today…The anon suggested to draw healthy!Nico so I ended up with hurting myself with this. and made myself fucking sad.

i figured originally NIco’s hair is so long because he simply didn’t care or even had time for cutting it so..happy Nico would maybe want to impress *someone* in the camp or Bianca would make him cut it time to time so that’s why the haircut is a bit different

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El loves to joke and play with Mike, using her powers to hold something out his reach (because he does that sometimes because he’s just so tall, before she just jumps and wraps her arms around him and they fall on the couch together, laughing their heads off) sometimes she’ll use them to keep him pinned down on the couch or in bed whenever she’s tired and just wants a few minutes more of cuddling.

But she only ever used them against him once. It was in their worst fight, shouting at each other very passionately which hardly ever happens. In a moment of pure anger she screams and Mike just goes flying back against the wall of their small apartment and she instantly stops. Running to his side and cradling his face in her hands, tears streaming down her face. The words of 12 year old Mike come screaming into her brain.

“What is wrong with you?”

Echoes of the past, haunting her. The only other time Mike had truly raised his voice at her. He was right. What was wrong with her? She was the monster, even after all these years of Mike insisting she wasn’t.

“Mike?” She shook him but he wasn’t responding. “Mike!” El was frantic, her voice hoarse and desperate.

She collapsed, burying her face in his chest. What had she done?

After a few moments, Mike began to mumble and shifted under her. Immediately she sat up, not bothering to even wipe away her tear stained cheeks before pulling him to her.

“El? Are you alright?” Mike lifted her head and brushed the hair from her cheeks, his thumb wiping away the tears. This is what broke her. Even after she literally threw him against the wall in their biggest fight, he was still concerned about her. Still put her first. It made her feel sick.

“No, I hurt you…I hurt you.” She just whispered over and over again. “I’m the monster…I’m the monster…”

She hesitantly reached out and ran her hands through his hair, rubbing where he had hit his head against the wall, a small lump forming.

“I’m alright.” He insisted but she knew that wasn’t true. “It hurts a little but I’ll be ok. I’ll be ok…” He tried to reassure her.

“It’s not. We were fighting.”

Mike sighed. “Yeah…we were. But we always work it out. We’ll talk about it, make it right again. Together. Because even though we might fight sometimes, that isn’t going to change how I feel about you.”

“But I’m the monster-”

Mike shook his head, wincing slightly as a sharp pain shot through it. “You’ve saved me more times than anything bad you’ve ever done. You’re not the monster.”

“I’m sorry Mike.” She whispered, leaning her head again against his chest.

“I’m sorry too.” He kissed the top of her head, still cradling her in his arms. How long they stayed like that they didn’t know. Both just needed to be in each others arms, the feeling of safety and comfort slowly coming back. They weren’t perfect, they still fought, but they would fix it, together. Just like they always did.

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This is what happens when u guys make “Friendly Reminder Bianca’s dead” posts

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Look for me with the sun-bright sparrow I will come on the breath of the wind

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Bianca and nico!

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