#mike white/green SO true

[wibble-wobbegong]

WHAG THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN THERE WERE ST MTG CARDS

[deans-queen]

Love Or Die 💜🔪

Mini Series

Paring: Dean Winchester x Female Reader (Y/N) -> story will be told mostly in Reader’s P.O.V.

Plot: Reader (Y/N) can’t stand Dean Winchester and everything about him,  but she has a secret and that is:  she’s madly in love with him. 

Inspired by the song: Can’t Hold On Forever by Laura Marano 

Part 1 - Reader’s P.O.V.

Warning: Language

I have been hunting since I was 18 (I’m 25 now) but I’ve never worked with anyone as cocky, annoying and arrogant as Dean Winchester. I started hunting with him, his younger brother Sam and my Uncle /Godfather Bobby Singer since my parents died. Uncle Bobby has been looking after me the past year and I couldn’t be more grateful. He’s always been like a father figure to me. But Dean on the other hand….was a huge pain in the ass. I couldn’t stand him, and I made it pretty well known. But… I had a secret. A secret that no one knows. I'm also unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him. It all started last month, when he saved me from getting kidnapped by a witch that wanted to suck the life out of me to make her more youthful. He was so brave and took care of me, like a knight in shining armor. Since then I’ve had to hide how I felt….It wasn’t too hard to act like I didn’t have feelings, but it was at the same time. Under all that arrogance and self-confidence, he was so damn hot. He was tall, muscular (not like a body builder but his body was toned) and had short brown hair. He had a jawline so sharp and perfect that it could cut you in half. His hands were strong but also calloused, I imagined the way they would feel on my body. His lips were perfect. Looking soft, plump and kissable at the same time. I wanted to kiss them so damn much. And to top it off….he had the most amazing, perfect smile and GORGEOUS emerald green eyes. When I looked into them, I could melt like a popsicle on the 4th of July. There were days when he would be casually walking around, acting nonchalantly and I would find myself staring at him. I would snap out of it when he would say “Take a picture, sweetheart it’ll last longer.” Then I would have to fire back a snarky remark like, “In your dreams, Winchester.” And I’d roll my eyes. On the inside I was screaming, I don’t know how much longer I could keep this up.

The Next Day

We were working on a case, with a bunch of ghosts haunting this old abandoned New Orleans type esque mansion. This group of teenagers heard about it being haunted and wanted to check it out. And of course one of the girls winds up murdered. Her name was Jessica. What a bunch of idiots. Don’t they know it’s frowned upon to mess with haunted places. Anyways…while Sam and Uncle Bobby stayed behind to do research on the house, Dean and I went downtown to the police station to interview the teenagers. One of the things I loved about being a hunter was dressing up as an undercover FBI Agent. I always wore a black pencil skirt, with a white buttoned up blouse and heels. It made me feel like a bad bitch. Dean was wearing a suit and tie, which he looked so handsome in. Once we got there, the boyfriend of the girl who was killed was in an interview room. As we walked into the room, I noticed this kid was drooling over me, which Dean noticed. “Mr. Montgomery, I’m Agent Smith and this is my partner Agent Parker.” Dean said firmly while we both flashed our badges. “Alright, Mr…” I said while taking a seat at the table, trying to sound professional. Dean took a seat next to me. “Mike, you can call me Mike.” He said, interrupting and winking at me. “Okay, Mike.” I said, clearing my throat. “Why’d you go down to that haunted house?” “Look, I already talked to the cops about this. Why is the FBI questioning me now?” “We’re just doing our job Mike,” I said. “Now please, tell us what happened.” “Jess, my friends and I heard the stories about the house being haunted and we wanted to see if it was true.” He explained that when they walked through the house, they could feel the cold air around them. They heard strange noises, silent whispers, and objects flying out of nowhere. Warning them to stay away. “And don’t you think going in that house was a stupid idea?!” Dean said, shouting at him. I mean he wasn’t wrong, it was a very stupid idea. “Well - I - uh…” he said, stuttering. Dean was making him so nervous that his palms were clammy and sweat was beaming on his forehead. Mike finally looked at me and said, “I didn’t think anyone was gonna get hurt! Especially Jess.” He said. “Too little too late for that one buddy.” I said while crossing my arms. “Look, I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean for this to happen. I thought it was stupid and all a joke!” He shouted “If I could take it all back I could.” He said softly, putting his hands in his face. I sighed and looked at him. I was in his shoes once. I used to believe that all this supernatural stuff was a joke, but then my parents explained to me that it’s all real. The ghosts, monsters, everything. I got up and put my hand on his shoulder, I could tell that he was being sincere. “Listen, Mike I know it’s hard not to believe this stuff, but believe me when I say this: it’s all real. And uh, I know how hard it is to lose someone you care about. It can be tough but you’ll get through it, I promise.” “Thanks Agent.” He said while flashing a smile at me. Dean cleared his throat and I removed my hand. “Okay well that’s it for today.” Dean said, and he handed out a business card to Mike. “Call us if you find anything else.” And then he rushed out of the room. “Bye,” Mike said quietly. I gave him a small smile and a quick wave before heading out the door. “What the hell was that Dean?” I said sternly while catching up to him as he walked towards the Impala. “That kid was totally giving you googly eyes, Y/N” he said, climbing in and slamming the door. Is he for real right now? “And why does it matter if he was, it’s not like I can do anything with him. He’s a teenager.” I said, going into the passenger seat. He started the engine and drove off. “It doesn’t matter. He’s 17, probably thinks more with his dick more than his mind.” “Oh and like you don’t either Dean??” I said. He looked at me coldly, gripping his hands on the steering wheel. He continued to drive down the road. “Are you jealous??” “Uhhh no, no no no.” He said, shaking his head. “Whatever Winchester.” I said, looking away from him.

And we continued our drive back to Uncle Bobby’s house in silence.

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[dreamilycleardonut-blog]

Look change

This time you had surprised Mike.

It was normal for you to have changes in your look, a new haircut, new clothes or even different ways of doing your makeup. Mike loved every one of those little existential crises you had at least once a year. Abby adored your slightly long hair, she liked to style it or simply admired it for how cute it looked; Your hair was naturally dark brown, it almost looked black.

Mike loved your hair much more, the softness it had and even though sometimes it was uncontrollable thanks to the frizz he still told you how beautiful you looked. It had been 2 years since the last time you had a haircut, Christmas time was approaching and it was thanks to Abby that you had the idea of ​​a change, again.

That happened one day when you took an old box that held all your memories to the Schmidt house. Both Mike and Abby were excited to see what you were like in the 90s and great was their surprise when they saw that you were not what they thought. they imagined.

"You were a rockstar!" Abby exclaimed, taking photos of the box. "I was goth, Abby," you responded with a tender smile as you also looked at the photos. "What a beautiful time."

Mike looked surprised at the photos of his girlfriend. Even though in the images he did not use his characteristic hairstyles that corresponded to that style, he did use makeup and boy did he like it because in all of them he had it along with his black boots.

"It's not so difficult now to imagine you like that," Mike said, looking at you and then smiling, "it's just that, right now everything makes more sense." And it was true, even though now you no longer wear clothes as flashy as the dresses and big, heavy black boots were, you still dressed in black things and there were times when you wore makeup but nothing out of the ordinary.

You liked it that way, it made you feel comfortable in your daily life to carry out your obligations such as keeping your job and sometimes taking care of Abby. Only when you could, of course, that was Mike's excuse for you to stay the night.

"You had green hair! Impossible!" Abby shouted with notable surprise with the photo in her hand, Mike quickly took it from her to look at his girlfriend with light green hair and black tips, she was wearing a long black dress. and she was sitting on the trunk of a fallen tree while laughing with her friends.

Now in the present you were nervous, since that day you felt like changing your hair color but to something that your teenage self could do without a problem even though you weren't old enough for it to look strange but you did feel out of place. Any inappropriate comment could easily hurt you at this time.

Mike on the other hand had picked up Abby from school, today he had the day off so he could calmly be with his favorite girls at home. She got out of her car, noticing that you had already arrived thanks to the white car that was in the garage. Abby was the first to enter the house while her brother yelled at her not to run or she could fall and hurt herself.

The girl started looking for you all over the house while Mike headed to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

"Abby" you said leaving the bathroom in silence, the girl turned around to go hug you as usual but she was surprised to see you and just yelled "what happened to you?!" That caught Mike's attention, it alarmed him a little and that caused him to practically run towards where you were but he stopped immediately when he noticed your new appearance; You had blue hair and you had cut it to your shoulders.

You were crouched down so Abby could get a better look at your hair and start slowly running her fingers through your hair and she had an expression of love at how cute she looked. "Can I paint it too?" I ask, looking at her brother with a smile. "When you grow up and you pay for it," he responded sarcastically, making the girl look bad for his response. "I can buy you a wig" you commented as you stood up straight so that Mike could see you better.

Literally in the boy's mind Schmidt made a circuit when he saw you better, you were fucking beautiful. Apart from your new hair, you had on a black outfit that made your figure stand out; You were wearing pants that were somewhat tight around the hips and thighs but ended in a bell while the shirt was long-sleeved mesh that left your shoulders visible and finally you had a corcet that covered your breasts giving a heart shape and to finish you were wearing boots that made you look 6 centimeters taller than your boyfriend.

Mike was delirious right now and his shocked expression wouldn't go away. You thought that maybe you looked out of place because of your age or the Gothic style was simply not to his taste.

"How do I look?" You asked nervously, you wanted to appear calm but his silence scared you. The boy blinked several times to collect his thoughts and not have a verbal vomit but he only said "I don't know what to say" he confessed "you look...so fucking good, god, I thought he changed it would be a haircut but this surpassed my expectations." .

You laughed at his words, maybe they weren't as sweet as you expected but they were enough to brighten up that moment of your day because at night when Abby is fast asleep in her room, Mike won't hesitate to demonstrate how your new style works. It can get hot in two seconds.

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sorry for the spelling errors 🍒💓

[geneeste]

https://arstechnica.com/science/2022/10/us-publics-trust-in-scientists-reverts-to-pre-pandemic-levels/?comments=1&post=41332618

It’s wild how on the nose this comment is:

Comment text in image:

“I really wish reporters would do a better job on this topic. Republicans don't 'distrust science'. Republicans, as they are made up today, are primarily concerned they will fall out of the dominant culture (white christians) in the US and that other cultures will continue to get acknowledgement and respect in policy decisions. Understand that almost all policy decisions - and this is true pretty much everywhere - have a cultural element to them. France's headscarf ban isn't based on science, but on armchair sociology which is part of their culture. Same for tax rates which feel too high or low, but aren't based on some hard math economic model, and so on. 18 as an age of consent is a number pulled out of the air (should be higher for some people, maybe it could be lower for others), as is a 40 hour work week, 21 to drink, 65 to retire, etc. and what we consider 'good' or 'bad' are largely cultural. Eating dogs and horses is 'bad' but pigs are as smart as dogs.

Republicans don't distrust science. But because Republicans are losing the culture war pretty profoundly (I know recent court decisions would suggest otherwise, but the public is increasingly accepting of the things they think should be illegal) the thing they *really* fear is losing cultural authority - the ability to veto other cultures. They lost the ability to veto the LGBTQ community as Americans are increasingly accepting of gay and trans people. Black media increasingly stands alongside white media. Latino and asian media are making gains as well. Disability communities are also making headway. All of these other cultural groups are gaining influence in how the broader community see them, and as a result they get more of a seat at the policy table. To Republicans, all of these gains represent a loss of cultural veto power, which is why the overt racism and antisemitism are ramping up - they are pushing harder against a trend that isn't going their way. They say they are being replaced, but they aren't. They just have to survive a multicultural space like everyone else for the first time in 400 years. This is why they get pissed off when the green M&M isn't sexy any more - *they didn't get a say*. It's a bit of culture that changed which they didn't get a say in, and that's both terrifying and infuriating to them. They're *supposed* to have cultural authority.

Science is a difficult category in this environment because sometimes is favors your cultural instincts and sometimes it doesn't. But when your cultural foundation for lawmaking (white christian culture) is being eroded any scientific view that undermines your cultural instincts feels like a threat. But the real threat is when that scientific view arrives when you are out of power. See, there's nothing that prevented Trump from leaning into the science when Covid broke out, and Republicans would have lined up behind it, because it wasn't the science they opposed, but *who was setting the policy based on that science*. If Trump put his weight behind it, they'd be on board, because it preserves their authority by branding it as a Republican policy - and that really what they want. Because Fauci (not a Republican) was pushing against Trump, because Trump instinctually opposes vaccines and decided that Covid was bad for his polling, that's what made the science toxic to Republicans. Fauci and Democratic officials in states, and then Biden, setting the policies was what mattered. There was a hot minute there where Mike DeWine in Ohio was pulling in the right direction but Trump got in front of the whole thing.

This is also the dynamic behind the election denialism. They don't believe the election was stolen because of evidence. They believe the election was stolen because if it wasn't, than a loss by 7 million votes by the president that has fought harder for that white christian culture (I mean, opening fire on a Black Lives Matter protest in order to hold up a bible at a photo op is pretty fucking on the nose there) and presumably had that culture most strongly aligned behind him would be evidence that they have fallen into the minority permanently. If white christian culture was dominant numerically, they should have won that easily. It's the inability to accept their minority status that *requires* the election be stolen, because the alternative means that the whole game is up - 400 years of slavery and genocide and a civil war to preserve that cultural dominance is finally lost. Maybe just barely, but lost all the same.

My point is that Republicans aren't anti science, but science will be sacrificed as just another pawn in the culture war if that's what is required. If you aren't explaining *why* this is happening, then you are somewhat insinuating that it's the fault of the scientists and leaving the readers to wonder why some scientific views are embraced and others aren't, and the answer has nothing to do with science or scientists. It has everything to do with the messenger and what the science says about their message. I know that seems to over-politicize the topic, but you put 'partisan' in the headline, so you were willing to open the door, just not walk all the way through.”

[3d-wifey]

CAN I GET MIKE WHEELER BEING A CUTE BOYFRIEND????? LIKE A CUTE LITTLE DRABBLE OF HIM BEING MEAN TO SOMEONE ELSE AND BEING NICE TO US, HIS GIRLFRIEND

I didn't make him mean to anyone specific, but I did include his general hatred for the world at large. Shout out to the number 1 Mike fan @unsheath

It must have been the hottest day in Hawkins's history by far, and it definitely didn't help that everyone and their mom seemed to unanimously decide to go to Forever 21 at the same damn time.

It was stupidly humid and Mike could feel the sweat making his shirt stick to his back as his gangly body hunched over uncomfortably in the shitty backless dressing room chairs.

His leg bounced up and down as dozens upon dozens of people milled around at a glacial pace, definitely not in any hurry to leave anytime soon, making it ten times hotter. To make matters worse, the store was located in a part of the mall that didn't have a functioning AC. It would cut on randomly before sputtering out and Mike really hoped the jackasses that constructed this building burned in hell.

He leaned forward before deciding to lean back against the cool wall and cross his arms over his chest. He didn't have to look in one of the many mirrors to know his face was twisted into something petulant. Face flushed and scowl heavy.

Despite the mall being relatively new, the speakers still crackled and squeaked as they played some kind of shitty bubblegum pop at an obnoxious volume.

Shitty; it was all shitty and Mike would love to be literally anywhere else, but...

The dressing room door in front of him swung open as you walked out. The lighting in this area was far from flattering, but it seemed to shine on you perfectly.

"So," his back straightened and his arms dropped to his sides as you did a cute little spin, "How do I look?"

You wore a plain, white shirt and black suspenders attached to a black pleated skirt with funky symbols all over it. From what he could see, there were yellow circles, green squares, and pink squiggles. The only thing this outfit had in common with the other ones you tried on today was how pretty you looked in it, which made it an automatic win in Mike's books.

"Good. It looks good," he had to consciously make sure his jaw hadn't dropped, "You look good."

"You said that about the last three outfits." You huffed, going to look at yourself in the mirror.

"Because it's true." He shrugged, feeling weirdly defensive, "You make them all...good."

He was sure he wasn't much help shopping-wise, considering he thought you looked pretty in everything you wore. That probably explained the three other shopping bags next to him full to the brim with new clothes, clothes he insisted on buying. And by the looks of it, he was buying this one too. He could kiss this month's allowance goodbye.

"You've got a real way with words, Wheeler."

"I managed to get you to date me, didn't I?" He reminded you with a self-satisfied smirk, but it was kind of hard to feel smug with sweat gathering on his lip.

"Sure, but it was only because it was embarrassing how hard you tried to get my attention." His smirk would have faltered if he hadn't caught your shit-eating grin.

"Oh, har har. Hurry up so we can get in line. I wanna get to Scoops Ahoy before Steve's shift ends." Mike couldn't wait for the two of you to escape the heat while gorging yourselves on the free ice cream you'd both guilt trip Steve into giving you. You more than him, since it was hard for anyone to deny you anything. It was the main reason he came with you when he could have been at the arcade with the rest of the Party.

"Okay." You leaned down to kiss the corner of his mouth and if anyone asked, the blush traveling down his neck would be blamed on the heat.

[howtobecomeadragon]

Totally ridiculous headcanon based on Will in the letterman jacket:

Will is actually on a school sports team in Lenora??

When we first saw the black and white photo a lot of people thought it was Lucas's jacket but now that we've seen it in color, we know that's not true.

Hawkins colors are green and gold. Will's jacket is navy, red, and light yellow.

So I rewatched the scenes at the school in Lenora and:

No, it's not a perfect match, I didn't see any of the navy blue BUT the red and yellow match, which I found interesting.

Other things to consider: Will was bullied a lot as a kid, and you'd think that Will would be bullied along with El as the new kid with the sister who is already badly bullied. But he isn't. He isn't shown to have friends, but the girl in class had a crush on him. Did he get away from being unpopular and bullied by being on a sports team?

In conclusion: Will moved, said "new school, new me," and joined a school sports team. Will is going to wear his jacket in Volume 2, Mike will be speechless, and we will have a beautiful athlete-nerd dynamic between Will and Mike.

[magicaloneandmystery]

mr. santa, take the day off. (s.h. x reader)

summary: just a lil drabble inspired by this song. Steve has taken up all the gift duties as you gear up for the holidays. everyone is alive happy and bustling because I say so.

pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

might be some inaccuracies, I'll proofread later =.=

the holidays were a magical time, the markets were rarely empty at any time of the day and you got to experience it all with your boyfriend as he shopped for the kids' gifts.

he worried over the gifts having to be just perfect and nothing less. like a father.

"this one?" you picked up another plushie, a dog with uncharacteristically large eyes that reminded you of the man whose hand you were currently holding. they were even the right shade. "if you don't buy it, I will." you put the toy right next to his face, the doe eyes of the man mirroring the toy's.

"it doesn't scream Eleven," he pointed out. "and it doesn't scream me, either." he narrowed his eyes at you.

"I beg to differ," you shrugged, putting the toy in with the other things in the basket that Steve has selected for the kids. Eleven was the only one left, and after a passing comment on how she would want a soft toy collection, Steve had vowed to give her the perfect soft toy that would start the collection.

"how about this?" he picked up a blue and white penguin with a scarf around its neck. "or this?" he pointed at an elephant wearing a t-shirt with... a dinosaur printed on it? they made everything these days, you supposed.

"oh, I got it!" he exclaimed, bringing you to another shelf. "this is perfect," he announced, presenting you with a peach bunny with a bow on top of it. the bunny itself had no expression, only wide eyes staring back with somewhat scrunched eyebrows.

it was perfect, screaming Eleven and her fighting spirit splashed with kindness.

you nodded, matching his grinning face.

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"you look beautiful, babe," Steve said as you emerged wearing a matching sweater.

"we're supposed to be wearing ugly sweaters, Stevie," you giggled.

"my girl looks beautiful in everything," he pulled you closer by your waist, "and would you look at that," he peered up at the green wreath. "a mistletoe." he announced as if you didn't know this was his doing.

"we can't deny traditions," you said.

"we can't," he shook his head, already leaning down to kiss you.

he kissed you deeply and lazily, having all the time in the world to explore you. your hands slid to the nape of his neck as you continued to be engrossed in each other, completely missing the group of rowdy teenagers entering your home. well, Steve's home that his parents had forgotten about, somewhere on a Christmas vacation. all the better for your little group.

"oh, ew!" Dustin was the first one to gag, followed by almost everyone except Eleven. even Erika was with them, making a disgusted face.

"you two are not good hosts, I can already tell," she said.

"have some decency, you gross lovebirds," Mike added.

you separated from Steve, straightening your sweater. your boyfriend merely gave them all a tired glance, as if to say, shut up.

"in our defence," you said.

"we should not be giving a defence; this is our home," he said, seemingly without noticing the minor change in his vocabulary. your heart started beating faster at his words, though, and you looked at him with a dazed expression. "who barges in without knocking? if anything, you are the ones with no decency. what if we were naked?"

"victim blaming, wow Steve. wow." Max said.

"maybe don't be naked when you know you'll have guests over?" Lucas asked.

"I told them to knock," Will quipped, holding a casserole in his hand that was no doubt sent over by Joyce. "by the way, the others are about to arrive too."

"oh good, why don't we set up the food and get down to it, then?" you gave Steve a look, asking him to help you take the gifts and the various boxes brought by the kids, putting them in the right places. mostly under and near the tree.

true to Will's word, Jonathan, Nancy, Robin, and Eddie knocked on the door a few minutes later.

"that's how you enter someone's home!" Steve shouted as he opened the door.

"I don't even know what that was about," Robin announced entering.

the whole group of your friends - and kids - started to mingle as you and Steve acted responsible - and appropriate - hosts to the party.

as promised, everyone was wearing a supposedly ugly christmas sweater. it made your heart flutter in your chest to see everyone following the dresscode without fail or complaint.

different shades of colour, mostly green, brown and red, filled Steve's - your? - living room.

you continued holding Steve's hand as the two of you lounged on the couch near the fireplace, with everyone scattered around.

"when are we decorating this baby?" Eddie asked, standing next to the barren tree and bringing notice to the real reason for this little get-together.

decorating a christmas tree, like families do.

okay I know I ended at a very abrupt and anticlimactic note but I might make a part 2 if I get the time, I'm just swamped with work rn. will you be up for a part 2? do let me know and tysm for reading!

happy holidays everyone! &lt;3

*cries in getting no holidays cos my country does not celebrate christmas.*

[the-doctor-3000]

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 {Doctor Who Fanfic}

Chapter 1: An Unearthly Child

Emma Jones. A nineteen year old girl with a great sense of imagination and sometimes with a head over the clouds. Currently, she was in her family's home. It was night time and they were all going to have a series marathon, Doctor Who, and since Emma hadn't seen the classic. 

The raven haired female was making some popcorn and poured the soda on seven glasses. She then carefully took them to the living room and placed them on the coffee table. Her necklace dangling around her neck; it was a clock pendant with Latin numbers. 

Her arctic blue eyes scanned the room, colourful pillows laid on the wooden floor and the sofa had opened and was now a bed with many heavy sheets with floral designs on them. Once she finished setting everything up, her four foster older siblings and parents walked in. Each of them carrying bags with snacks and candy. Mostly jelly babies. All for the marathon. 

Her foster mother, a soft featured woman with deep green eyes and strawberry blonde hair, dressed in hipster clothing, smiled at her as she set a plastic bag from the supermarket down. This was Jocelyn 

"Ready to see the best classic show of all times, Ems?" Paul, the eldest of the siblings, asked her with a grin.

"I'm, uh, kind of terrified to be honest." she responded meekly. At his confused look, she continued. "I mean, until the sixth season, it's in black and white. What if I don't like it?"

"Because it's Doctor Who, Em Universe!" he exclaimed with a chuckle, his grin never leaving his face. "If you loved the 2005 series, then you'll like the classic too!"

Her foster father, a man with sharp features and grey eyes, sighed at his son. "For goodness' sake, Paul! Leave the poor girl alone."

The poor girl. These words echoed in the noirette's mind as she held her smile. People sometimes would call her that because of the way her parents, her biological parents, had abandoned her on the orphanage's stairs with only her name and the pendant. Of course, Mike, the father, didn't mean any harm. He knew that she could get overwhelmed easily, especially when someone was urging her too much.

Not long after this little conversation, they all had sat down on their seats and the first episode of the show had begun. Emma was sitting on one end of the couch, her head resting on the palm of her hand as she watched carefully. 

It was odd seeing the Classic Who. So far she liked the plot and dialogues, but what she found weird was the special effects. Which was natural since she was used to the 2000s'. 

As she watched Barbara and Ian entering the junkyard, she heard something crashing outside the house somewhere near the forest. Mike paused the episode as he and the others turned to the direction of the sound. Emma sighed, standing up. "I'm going to check it out."

"Be careful, sweetie!" Jocelyn's voice called out to her like the protective mother that she was. The light reddish-blonde turned to her sons with a stern look once she listened to the door closing. "Paul, Jax, go with her."

"Ma!" Jax whined as he threw his head behind. "Why me? Emma is a big girl."

"True, but it wouldn't be right to leave your sister go out alone. In the dark."

Jax scoffed as he stood up and made his way out. "She's not even our sister, I don't understand why bother." He muttered, but Jocelyn heard him and bit her lip. "Going after that freak."

Paul, who was standing by the main door, also heard it and slapped the back of his head. "Jerk." And the two exited the house with a flashlight each.

Meanwhile Emma was carefully stepping over large branches. She tripped on some rocks and scraped her hands and knees. Emma cursed under her breath and dusted her clothes off as she stood on her feet again. It was far too dark to see, so she turned on the flashlight on her smartphone. She looked around. Nothing. Just as she was about to return, she stopped when she heard some high-pitched sound coming from deeper into the woods. A part of her said that she should go and not investigate, but another was curious.

The latter won. Emma sighed and followed the sound. Soon she could also see; a faint burnt orange with a small tint of silver light glowing. Her curiosity increased and became more eager to find the strange glow. For a moment she felt like a character from the stories she read. Strange wasn't exactly the word she would use to describe this feeling. Warm, friendly and even hypnotizing were the words that seemed more appropriate to use.

Finally she reached her destination, the light was coming from what seemed to be a floating ring. Squinting her eyes, she took note that there were some strange symbols on it. Shapes. Curiouser and curiouser, Emma instinctively reached out to it. The light was warm as it brushed her fingers.

"Emma!" Paul shouted from far away. Emma snapped out of her trance as she looked towards the direction of the voice. She looked back at the ring and quickly grabbed it. The glow stopped and revealed the ring to be silver with baby blue on the inside. She inspected the symbols on it carefully, not noticing the two boys sliding down the hill and to her. "There you are! We've been looking for you!" But Emma did not respond. "What's that?"

She shrugged. "Just a ring."

She said plainly, not bothering to add that it was levitating or that it glowed. He wouldn't take her seriously and would say that her head played games. Maybe it did, but maybe it didn't. 

Jax hugged himself, shivering. "Let's go back home! It's freezing here!"

Paul rolled his eyes at his younger brother and then lent his biker's jacket to Emma, putting it gently around her shoulders. He gently led her back to the house by the hand. Her eyes were glued on the ring even when they were back. Jocelyn offered to give her a chain and use it as a necklace. Emma accepted and then Jocelyn helped her to wear it. The black haired female touched the ring with the tips of her fingers as she made her way upstairs to her room.

She told the family that she wasn't feeling well and would watch the show some other time. Jax and the others, excluding Mike, Jocelyn and Paul, were annoyed that they'd have to postpone it. Emma ignored it since she couldn't do otherwise. 

As she laid on her bed, her hands rested on her pendant and on the ring. She huffed and took yet another look at the strange band of unknown metal. The symbols on it seemed familiar. She shifted to her side and pulled under her bed a laptop, she opened it and started searching it on the internet. At first, she typed on the search box 'strange circular symbols' but it only showed her pictures from Doctor Strange's symbol. She rubbed the bridge of her nose, deleted the words and thought for a moment. Where had she seen them before? Emma looked down at the ring around her neck. 

She set the laptop away and laid on her back. She took a look at her phone for any calls or texts, and the put it into her pocket. She the looked up at the ceiling until she felt her eyelids getting heavier and drifted into a dreamless sleep. 

After what seemed to be like hours, Emma woke up at the sound of something falling. She yelped in surprise as she sat up. What the. . .? The black haired female thought as she stared around at her surroundings. Not only wasn't she in her room but everything was in black and white. She rubbed her eyes but nothing. This has to be a dream. . .

"Blast! I dropped it!" a male voice said, Emma stood up abruptly in shock as she stumbled backwards.

"What?" another voice, a female, asked.

"The torch!"

"Well, use a match!"

"No, I haven't got any. Oh, never mind."

Emma slowly walked backwards, now seeming hard to breath, until her back bumped into something. She let out a small screech. The two people in there heard it and continued searching for the voice into the junkyard - now somewhat in darkness. Emma stared behind her to see the TARDIS.

"Susan?! Are you alright?"

"Susan? Susan?" The man started up a short flight of stairs which led to the building at the back of the yard. Emma placed a hand on her mouth, trying not make any sound as she also tried not to cry. This must be a nightmare, or a cruel joke. "Susan?" He came back down. "Susan! Mr. Chesterton and Miss Wright!" Emma tensed at the mention of the names. No. This can't be real. It's impossible. He looked behind the stairs then, quietly to himself. "Can't have got out without us seeing her?"

"Ian. . . look at this!"

Emma quickly hid at the side of the blue box. Barbara had found the Police Box, which stood next to the stairs.

"Well, it's a police box! What on earth's it doing here? Well, these things are usually on the street. . ." Ian put his hand on the box's side whilst saying this but he stopped dead in surprise. He touched it with his full hand, more firmly. "Feel it! Feel it!" Barbara quickly put the back of her hand on and off the side of the box. "Did you feel it?"

"It's a faint vibration. . . ."

He took a step back from the box as he said. "It's alive!" Ian quickly walked around the back of the box as Barbara waited. Emma, unfortunately, wasn't fast enough to hide and he saw her. "Barbara, there's a girl here!"

"A girl?"

"Yes." Emma shuddered back in shock and fear as she instinctively hid the necklace and ring into her hoodie's pocket. Ian let out his hand toward her. "Hello, there's no need to be afraid." She did not respond, she simply stared at him, unsure whether this was a dream, a prank or worse. "What's your name?" Again nothing. "Listen, we are not here to hurt you. We want to find a student of ours. Susan. Have you seen her?"

"I. . ." Her voice came out like a small squeak. "No. . ." She shook her head, not knowing how she should even reply to that. Should she tell them the truth or would that have bad consequences? "Who. . . Who are you? The both of you."

"Ian Chesterton," He gestured to himself and then to the woman. "Barbara Wright." He turned to the younger female again. "Can you tell us your name?"

"That's not possible." she muttered, ignoring his question for the moment, trembling in the meantime. "You can't be real. You are not real."

The teachers shared a look. Ian spoke again. "I assure you, miss, we are very real. Now, care to enlighten us with your name?"

"My name is Emma." she replied reluctantly. "Emma Jones."

As she stepped into the light, and the two adults could see her better, they stared in slight shock. She tilted her head to the side in confusion until she looked at what she was wearing; shorts, a hoodie with a logo which read 'BOSS' vertically, converse shoes and plain shocks. From their perspective, she was completely out of her time and she could see why.

Her cheeks grew hot from embarrassment and decided to change the subject. "Uhm. . . You were talking about the, uh, Police Box."

"Oh right! It's not connected to anything, unless it's through the floor."

Barbara sighed. "Look, I-I've had enough. Let's go, get miss Jones out of here and find a policeman."

"Yes, all right. . ."

A coughing sound echoed through the junkyard from outside the gates.

"Is that her?"

"That’s not her. . ." The gate creaked open. Ian grabbed Emma's hand. "Quick!"

They hid behind the stairs. An old man walked into view. Seemingly in his mid seventies or late sixties, with straight, slightly long white hair, wearing an Astrakhan hat, cloak and scarf. He coughed and waved a handkerchief to clear the air. He walked up to the box, pulling out a key and, holding a slim pen flashlight in the other hand, started to insert the key into the lock set into the box's door.

A cheerful feminine voice exclaimed. "There you are, grandfather!"

"It’s Susan!" Barbara whispered but was shocked, Ian hushed her.

The old man heard them. He pocketed the key and shined the torch on the stairs as Ian came out of hiding. "Excuse me. . ." He said sheepishly.

The old man shined the pen torch at his face. "What are you doing here?"

"Uh, we're looking for a girl."

"We?"

Barbara stepped into view as she gently held Emma's arm. "Good evening."

"What do you want?"

"Um. . . . one of our pupils, Susan Foreman, came into this yard." Ian responded. "And we found miss Jones here too."

There was a smile on the elder's face. "Really? In here? Are you sure?"

"Yes. We saw her from across the street." said Barbara

"One of their pupils. Not the police, then. . . ." the old man muttered to himself.

"Er…I…I beg your pardon??" asked Ian

The old man fixed Ian with a stare. "Why were you spying on her? Who are you?"

"We heard a young girl's voice call out to you. . . ."

"Your hearing must be very acute. I didn't hear anything."

Barbara pointed at the box. "It came from in here!"

A flash of fear crossed the older man's face. "You imagined it."

"I certainly did not imagine it!"

The old man pulled Ian by the arm to one side. "Young man. . . Is it reasonable to suppose that anyone would be inside a cupboard like that, hmm?"

"Would it therefore be unreasonable to ask you to let us have a look inside?"

The elder's attention was suddenly drawn to a painting amid the junk. He picked the painting up. "I wonder why I've never seen that before. Now, isn’t that strange? Pretty damp and dirty. . . hmm. . ."

"Won't you help us? We're two of her teachers from the Coal Hill School. We saw her come in and we haven't seen her leave. Naturally, we're worried. . . ." Barbara said, trying to reason with him.

But he wasn't paying attention and then muttered to himself. "Have to be cleaned. . ." He suddenly seemed to notice her again. "Mmm? Oh, I'm afraid it's none of my business. I suggest you leave here."

He put the painting back down and walked back to the Police box, the TARDIS.

"Not until we're satisfied that Susan isn't here and, frankly, I don't understand your attitude. . ." Ian said

"Oh, yours leaves a lot to be desired."

"Will you open the door?"

"There's nothing in there!"

"Then what are you afraid to show us?"

"Afraid? Oh, go away!"

Ian turned to Barbara. "I think we'd better go and fetch a policeman."

"Very well." said the old man

"And you're coming with us."

"Oh. . . am I?" He chuckled. "I don't think so, young man. No, I don't think so..."

Barbara whispered to Ian. "We can't force him!"

"But we can't leave him here! Doesn't it seem obvious to you he's got her locked up in there?" Ian whispered back, Barbara nodded. "Look at it!" The old man was standing away from them again, now seemingly examining a small jug but his real attention was occupied by the teachers conversation as Ian examined the box's door. Emma, on the other hand, was far too stunned to even utter a word as she stood aside. She still couldn't believe that there was the slightest possibility that this was real. She refused to believe it. "There's no door handle. . . must be a secret lock somewhere."

"That was Susan's voice." said Barbara

"Of course it was! Susan. . . Susan? Are you in there? It's Mr. Chesterton and Miss Wright, Susan!"

The old man, the Doctor, spoke. "Don't you think you're being rather high-handed, young man? You thought you saw a young girl enter the yard. You imagined you heard her voice. You believe she might be in there. It's not very substantial, is it?"

"But why won't you help us?" asked Barbara

He put the jug back down and faced the teachers. "I'm not hindering you. If you both want to make fools of yourselves, I suggest you do what you said you'd do. Go and find a policeman. Also, why aren't you taking an example from her." He pointed at Emma who yet again tensed. "She is the only one who minds her own business."

"While you nip off quietly in the other direction." said Ian

The older man momentarily closed his eyes. "Insulting." He faced them again. "There's only one way in and out of this yard. I shall be here when you get back. I want to see your faces when you try to explain away your behaviour to a policeman."

"Nevertheless, we're going to find one. Come along, Barbara. Miss Jones."

The two teachers turned their backs on the old man while dragging the other female along, toward the gate. They've taken only a step when the door of the box opens.

"What are you doing out there?" Susan's voice was heard.

Ian then shouted. "She is in there!"

Suddenly the old male rushed at the two teachers, trying to hold them back. "Close the door!"

"Barbara!"

As Ian struggled with the elder, Barbara dashed through the box's open door and into a large brilliantly lit white room. The walls were covered with circular, indentations. A hexagonal-shaped control console with a cylindrical tube inset in the centre with machinery visible inside. Various antiques decorated the place. A monitor was set into the upper wall. A shocked Susan walked from behind the console. The old man, Emma and Ian walked inside behind Barbara.

"Close the doors, Susan." The girl, Susan, activated a switch on the console, and the large double doors behind the group closed with an electronic hum. "I believe these people are known to you."

"They're two of my schoolteachers! What are you doing here?"

Barbara looked around in wonder as she asked, "Where are we?"

"They must have followed you. That ridiculous school - I knew something like this would happen if we stayed in one place too long."

"But why should they follow me."

"Is this really where you live, Susan?" asked Barbara

"Yes."

"And what's wrong with it?" the old man asked

"But it was just a telephone box. . . ." Ian said

"Perhaps."

"And this is your grandfather. . ?" asked Barbara

"Yes." replied Susan

Barbara addressed the old man. "Well, why didn't you tell us that?"

"I don't discuss my private life with strangers."

"But it was a police telephone box. I walked all round it! Barbara, you saw me!" Ian said

Emma remained quiet, not wanting to draw any attention to herself as she felt this could just be a silly prank plotted by her adoptive brothers. The old man looked very much like the first Doctor, just like the others looked like the actors from the classic show. The Doctor crossed to an antique ormolu clock on a nearby stand. "You don't deserve any explanations. You pushed your way in here, uninvited and unwelcome."

"I think we ought to leave...." Barbara said

"No, just a minute." said Ian and he crossed to the the strange elder.

The Doctor muttered to himself as he examined the clock. "Dear, dear, dear, this is very…."

"I know this is absurd, but I feel. . . I walked all around it!"

The Doctor's attention was still occupied by the clock. "It's stopped again, you know, and I've tried. . ." He took notice of Ian. "Hmm? Oh, you wouldn't understand at all."

And he walked back to the console. Ian followed him. "But I want to understand!"

The Doctor was uninterested. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes." He removed his cloak and scarf over an old chair, keeping his hat on. "Oh by the way Susan, I've managed to find a replacement for that faulty filament. Bit of an amateur job, but I, er, I think it'll serve."

The Doctor took an electronic object out of his pocket and walked to the console. He started to insert the object into the console, effecting repairs. 

"It's an illusion. It must be. . ."

"What is he talking about now?"

Susan asked her teachers again. "What are you doing here?"

The Doctor coughed quietly to gain their attention. "You don't understand, so you find excuses. Illusions, indeed? You say you can’t fit an enormous building into one of your smaller sitting rooms?"

"No." Ian responded

"But you've discovered television, haven't you?"

"Yes. . ."

"Then by showing an enormous building on your television screen, you can do what seemed impossible, couldn’t you?"

"Well. . . yes, but I still don't know. . ."

"It’s not quite clear, is it? I can see by your face that you're not certain. You don't understand." He laughed. "And I knew you wouldn't! Never mind." He turned back to the console. "Now then, which switch was it. . . ? No, no, no. . . . Ah yes, that is it!" He flipped the switch. "The point is not whether you understand. . ." He turned back to Ian. "What is going to happen to you, hmm?" He turned to his granddaughter. "They'll tell everybody about the ship now."

"The ship. . .?"

"Yes, yes, ship! This doesn't roll along on wheels, you know."

"You mean...it moves?" asked Barbara

"The TARDIS can go anywhere." said Susan

"TARDIS? I don't understand you, Susan."

"Well, I made up the name TARDIS from the initials."

Emma couldn't help herself as she blurted out in excitement. "It stand for Time And Relative Dimension In Space!" Then all eyes fell on her, as if now noticing her presence. Her cheeks heated up while she stared at her feet. "Sorry."

Susan grinned at her. "Yes! That's right! Don't apologize! You understood when you saw the different dimensions inside from those outside, correct?"

"Something like that."

Ian shook his head. "So. Let me get this straight. A thing that looks like a police box, standing in a junkyard. . . it can move anywhere in time and space!?"

Susan exclaimed, "Yes!"

"Quite so." said the Doctor

"But that's ridiculous!"

Susan, exasperated, turned to the Doctor. "Why won't they believe us?"

"Well, how can we?" asked Barbara

The Doctor put his hands on Susan's shoulders. "Now, now, don't get exasperated, Susan. Remember the Red Indian. When he saw the first steam train, his savage mind thought it an illusion too."

"You're treating us like children!" exclaimed Ian

"Am I? The children of my civilization would be insulted."

"Your civilization?"

"Yes, my civilization. I tolerate this century, but I don't enjoy it. Have you ever thought about what it's like to be wanderers in the fourth dimension? Have you? To be exiles?" He motioned to himself and Susan. "Susan and I are cut off from our own planet, without friends or protection. But one day. . ." He gazed into the distance, his arm around Susan. ". . . we shall get back. Yes, one day. . .one day. . ."

Susan was a little distraught as she faced the teachers and Emma. "It's true. Every word of it's true. You don't know what you've done coming here. . ." She turned to the Doctor. "Grandfather, let them go now, please! Look, if the teachers don't understand, they can't. . . they can't hurt us at all! I understand these people better than you. . . their minds reject things they don't understand. . ."

The old man's icy look was his answer. The girl's words seized up in her throat. "No." He walked to the back of the room.

"He can't keep us here. . ." Ian said

"Susan, listen to me, can't you see that all this is an illusion? It's a game that you and your grandfather are playing, if you like. But you can't expect us to believe it." said Barbara

"It's not a game!' said Susan

"But, Susan. . ."

"It's not! Look, I love your school. I love England in the 20th century. The last five months have been the happiest of my life. . . ."

"But you are one of us. You look like us, you sound like us. . . ."

"I was born in another time. Another world."

"Now look here Susan, you. . ." Ian finally gave up and grabbed Barbara's and Emma's arms. The latter let out a surprised yelp. "Oh come on, Barbara, miss Jones, let's get out of here."

They walked towards the wall, the teachers were trying to find the doors.

"No, you two can't get out. He won't let you go."

A high pitched whining sound echoed through the room. At the console, the Doctor was laughing. Emma's head started spinning, she held it with both her hands, she rested her back on the wall and slid down to the floor. Ian pointed at the console and said, "He closed the doors from over there." He moved toward it. "I saw it. . ." He looked over the console. "Now which is it. . . ? Which is it?" He turned to the Doctor. "Which control operates the door?"

"You still think it's all an illusion. . ." said the Doctor

"I know free movement in time and space is a scientific dream I don't expect to find solved in a junkyard!"

"Oh, your arrogance is nearly as great as your ignorance!" laughed the Doctor

"Will you open the door? Open the door!" The Doctor laughed again. "Susan, will you help us?"

"I mustn't! I mustn’t!" Susan replied

Ian sighed and faced the console. "Very well then. I'll have to risk it myself."

"I can't stop you. . ." said the Doctor with suspicious acceptance. The old man's hand brushed a switch just as Ian's came down on a button.

Susan tried to warn Ian. "Oh, don’t touch it! It’s live!"

The shock flung Ian to the floor. "Ian!" Barbara exclaimed, she helped him up and shouted at the Doctor. "What on earth do you think you're doing?"

"Grandfather, let them go now! Please!"

"And by tomorrow we shall be a public spectacle. A subject for news and idle gossip."

He resolutely turned to the console. Susan moved to stop him. "But they won't say anything. . ."

He clapped hands on the girl's shoulders. "My dear child, of course they will. Put yourself in their place. They're bound to make some sort of a complaint to the authorities - or at the very least talk to their friends." He wagged his finger at her. "If I do let them go, Susan, you realise of course we must go too."

"No. Grandfather, we've had all this out b…"

"There's no alternative, child."

"I want to stay! Look, they're both kind people and the girl looks trustworthy too. Why won't you trust them? All you’ve got to do is ask them to promise to keep our secret and. . ."

"Ιt's out of the question."

"Can't you see that this girl--" Susan pointed at Emma who was still holding her head in her hands. "--Is terrified?"

"That's not my concern."

"I won't go, grandfather. I won't leave the 20th century. . . I'd rather leave the TARDIS and you!"

"Now you're being sentimental and childish."

"No, I mean it."

The Doctor looked at her, the teachers and Emma's form and seemed to reach a decision. "Very well. Then you must go with them. I’ll open the door."

He turned to the console. Barbara asked the girl, "Are you coming, Susan?"

The Doctor started to activate switch after switch on the console.

"Oh no grandfather, no!" exclaimed Susan and she grabbed at him, trying to pull him away.

"Let me go!" shouted the Doctor

"No!"

He kept activating controls despite Susan's best efforts. The room started to shake as the lighting within pulses. Instruments and dials on the console burst into life.

"Get back to the ship’s side! Hold it. . ."

The shaking worsened, and the teachers were flung across the room, Barbara into a chair, Ian onto the floor and Emma slid on the other side of the room- a raucous grinding engine sound rose and fell through the room, the cylindrical column begun to rise and fall. And on the monitor, an overhead view of London was shown, that shrunk, faded and was replaced by a blinding vortex of light and energy. 

Hello! As you guys can see, I am going to start the fanfic from the first series. Of course, I am not going to do EVERY single episode (as I mentioned on the description) but the events would still occur. I might do twenty/fifteen episodes of the first 6 seasons because they are like 60 episodes each. I am crazy but not that crazy.

Also, I originally wanted this to be a Doctor x Reader but I realized that my plans (for the future chapters mostly) may not match the reader. I know that it's a lame thing to say since most of the content I write is x reader but I had to do this in this fanfiction. I promise that I'll try write a somewhat similar fanfiction if you guys want to. 

About Emma. . . I know that I made some stuff a bit too dramatic with her family (especially with emphasizing the fact that she is adopted and some of the members do not accept her) and that I added too much information too soon but it was a necessary way to introduce her character and have a better understanding of her personality as the story goes.

Emma's and the Doctor's relationship will take a long time to develop into something more than friendship but there will be some signs that one of the two has a crush on the other a bit later on the show. In other words, this is going to be one of the longest slow burns.

Anyway, that's all for now! Hope you have an amazing day/night!!!💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

[key2earth]

hi hello & happy happy opening! i'm blue & this is xie ziying, local night terror edward cullen haunting the halls of sua! art student, red hall girl gang stan, & proud owner of a pretty pair of pearly whites that she's putting to dentist unrecommended use outside of regular class hours! here's a barebones profile & more info / plots under the cut, pls like to plot or ask for my d/scord & i’ll be there! 💗

*tw for discussion of blood is marked out in the intro with brackets!

info

addressing these first: her teeth r sharp & she drinks blood... the vamp allegations r true. ( /hj. u will see )

anyway!! she mostly lived a fairly normal life, insofar as having 3 outta 4 ( now 2 out of 3 ) of a family being anomalies would be normal? has a big bro in huitian but their abilities are as different as they come, so the anomaly gene sure is abnormal!

she's always been the black sheep of the family, but only in the way that someone who's unconditionally loved can act out? like deciding to play the violin when you come from a family of pianists, before abandoning that all together, & being the sibling whose teachers keep calling... but the point is. she's grown up being loved by her family, & that sense of self & safe harbour has pretty much tided her through what would otherwise have been some awful memories

those & her chompers it's hard to fight someone if they're willing 2 mike tyson u

speaking of teeth... they're sharp i'm not kidding! has nicked herself many times, but this was also how she figured out how her ability works. pure trial & error & teething pains

so how do those powers work? ( tw blood mention ) basically, a lil sip of blood gives her a power up! if it's her own blood, she gets physically stronger with enhanced condition. if that sip comes from someone else, she adopts/transforms into one property from them, though she doesn't get to choose which! ( tw end )

she's completely fine with her ability & down to use it when needed or entirely unnecessary, though the fact that the fun half of her power is a random grab bag is sometimes to her detriment. she knows this because she's gotten someone's sleep deprived mental state once when she wanted their cool colour-changing irises 💔

at sua bc they had really effective advertising & her grades + power combination was bad enough that she was applying to any college that might take her in. swears she didn't mean to tag along w huitian but she did apply to sua... so...

art student, which means being on her sixth can of bacchus at ass o clock & permanent eyebags, having the worst style intentionally & calling it avant goth

applied to be evo's treasurer but doesn't believe in 'the cause' or wtv that is. she j wanted to mooch money off them. its working!!

personality deets she's got that libra sun ( i see it i like it ) taurus moon ( i want it i got it ) scorpio rising ( goth ariana )! we're starting off goth, but she's unsrs about it. only emo 4 the aesthetics. might be a stoner gal & attends all the house parties when they have good greens. very chill & laidback, lowkey doesn't care about anything until it comes to her art or her ego, then her secret perfectionist self rears its big head! likes a good puzzle but would never help someone else solve one even if they were struggling. lives mostly in the twilight hours & naps thru class. could be spotted on your roof today!

chara inspos are sunny baudelaire, himiko toga if she had a loving family, vampire vibes really

plots

writing that intro has emptied my brain & i only have the usual suspects: besties, enemies, fwbs, exes! red hall hot girls & ppl she's pissing off at evo bc the funds keep disappearing

will update more but i love a brainstorm too we should do that 💗

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Rule Number 1

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Adam had an army.

He also had a baby Celzex in his pocket, but that was beside the point, and secondary only to the army. Had Sunny rolled her eyes at him? Yes, yes she had saying, “Don’t you have enough children already.” To which he had pointed out that Celzex were significantly lower maintenance than all of his previous children.. If he could have adopted an armful of the little fluffballs he would have, but, while he was relatively sure he could get one past his wife, he wasn’t entirely sure he could get an armful.

So today, armed with a rifle, a handgun, two collapsible spears, three knives, and both of his fists, he stood at the head of his army. The Bob shown down from above, ha, he loved saying that, lighting the arcadian morning with cutting rays of blinding, white light. Before him, his waiting army stood on the green, rows and rows of men and women, many of which he recognized.

This was it.

This is where it all began.

He straightened himself, and flexed his shoulders, listening as the SE armor whirred lazily to life.

On the right, the spartans: With their own SE division standing proudly at the front, towering men and women in towering exosuits and bulky armor topped by corinthian style helmets. King James and his Queen Xanthia stood at the forefront. To their left the arcadian army, technically that phrase was sort of a misnomer as almost everyone on arcadia was combat capable.

It would be a safer bet to say that in front of him stood, a fraction of the Arcadian standing army, specifically those who made it their full time job to protect their little planet. The Arcadian SE division also stood out front, though there was a conspicuous hole gaping open in the front ranks, still yet to be filled, despite a few new additions to the fold: previous SE Soldiers Kier Lindsay and Jane, his old MTI Kimball, and the senator’s son Pier. A few other faces had since added themselves to the cause, including old friends from the Bramble and Hathor colony, joining not because they were particularly fond of war, but because they were tired of living in fear of the void.

To the left of them stood the Drev, battalions upon battalions of waiting soldiers eager and raring for battle including every member of the Nakt clan, and quite a few members of Sunny’s home clan growing up. Dzara led a sizable contingent of her own soldiers, and Even kanan had taken up his spear again. Unfortunately, and to Adam’s great dismay Hijan had also taken up her spear. Adam had argued with her for a long time about how she was simply too old to be risking her life, but that argument just proved her point.

She was too old, and if she was going to die, she wanted to do it with a spear in her hand.

It wasn’t a request he could deny the old Drev, who had become like a third grandmother to him, and a surrogate mother to Sunny.

Beyond them stood the odds and ends, their borrowed Celex battalion, who were the least intimidating and probably most dangerous soldiers on the field. Standing close to them was Etium heading a squad of soldiers that included everyone that wasn’t either human or Drev, simply for organizations sake, this including mostly tesraki, but also had the odd rundi or burg to name a few.

They had some Mikes and Lumin around here somewhere, but the were not' part of the combat portion of things.

This was it, the moment they would finally fill the Empyrean to her full capacity.

Members of the old guard stood with him. Nairobi, Admiral Simon, Glados, Conn, Krill, Riss, Dr. Adric, Katie, Celex, and Ramirez, who stood stoic and silent at the back of the group belying his usually expected cheerful demeanor distantly eyeing that hole in the SE line. 

And then, of course, there was Sunny at his side where he always hoped she would be, where she would belong until the day he died.

Their previous mission to find and root out the void had been a bust, but this time, they knew where they were going and what they were doing.

They knew where to look.

Adam turned his head subtly to look at Sunny, resplendent in her shimmering pearlescent armor. Catching his eye, she nodded once, and he needed no other prompting as he stepped forward and held up a hand.

The field around them quieted.

What would he say?

He wasn’t entirely sure.

They waited in silence for a moment, but he didn’t panic. He let the silence draw out as he lowered his head to contemplate his words. What sort of thing did you say to people who might be offering up their lives to death?

Thank you?

That seemed rather route.

Good luck?

That seemed kind of stupid too, the words too week to really grasp the words he felt needed to be said.

In the end he didn’t settle on the words that would adequately express his feelings, but he did come across the right words.

“Are you ready!”

The Spartans chanted, The Drev roared, and the soldiers threw up a shout. All other aliens sort of just looked around in confusion, except of course, for Etium who lost his damn mind.

Their voices died down.

Adam clasped his hands behind his back, feeling as his spine straightened and his chin lifted. A breeze cut pst them tugging playfully at his hair. He set his jaw firmly, “This is it.” His voice carried surprisingly well over the crowd, “No more guessing, no more games, no more sitting back on our collective asses while the void plots against our family, homes and children.”

More chanting rose up.

“Kazna has repeatedly taken the fight to our front doorstep. She has murdered in our capitals, she has come into our homes, but all that ends today.”

Drev spears thundered against the ground.

“Today, we take the fight to her doorstep,”

Shouts.

“We bring chaos to their safehouses.”

Boots thundered against the ground.

“And we take back this universe for our children, and our children's children, and whoever the hell comes after that.”

More shouting.

But he was almost definitely sure they would have cheered him on no matter what he decided to yell about, good speech or no.

“Today we take the Empyrean to victory, or nothing!”

The cheering rose, raised into the sky. Spears clattered against shields as he stood staring down at his waiting army.

He allowed them to cheer for a few moments allowing a small smile to creep up and onto his face.

“There is one thing I need to go over first.”

The roaring of the crowd died away somewhat into confusion.

He paced forward, hands resting gently behind his back as he walked up and down before the waiting soldiers.

In his mind’s eye, he could see everything that came before, couldn’t help but think about all of the things that had to happen to lead him to this moment. How a boy, from mid Mericanda can go from alien obsessed loser to having his own army. In a little over a decade of life, Adam had experienced the first interstellar mission, the first meeting with aliens, a several wars on several alien planets, the rise and fall of diplomatic relations. He had gained grudging respect for and then fallen in love with an enemy. He had befriended a powerful maniacal alien despot. He had learned about the origins of life, stolen god’s spaceship, and involved himself in a cosmic war with his mother in law, all while getting married and having kids.

He was pretty sure it was impossible to have all of that in one life.

Sunny was pretty close.

Krill was close too.

And he was almost positive that there were several things in that list that he had accidentally left out.

It almost made him laugh.

The crowd was still waiting for him, their eyes fixed upon him as he paced back and forth at their front. Never had he thought he would be comfortable in front of a crowd this large, yet, here he was.

He held up a hand, “Listen up, and listen carefully because i will not be repeating myself when we get this started.”  his lazy smile continued filling him with an ever increasing amount of amusement.

“The first rule of the Empyrean crew….”

For the first time in what might have been weeks, Adam heard the low bark of Ramirez’s laugh echoing up from behind him. The marine knew exactly what was coming next.

Adam could sense Krill’s Anima rolling its eyes  against both the laws of physics and anatomy.

Katie, still a bit somber from events proceeding in the last few weeks, had to cover her mouth with her hand.

Dr.. Adric snorted a sudden huff of air, like an amused bull.

Adam smiled, Life hadn’t beaten the joy out of this man

At least not yet.

He lifted his chin and raised his voice to echo out across the field, “First rule of the Empyrean….” He let the statement hang on the air for a long moment before raising his hands, filling the air with a chorus led by his own voice

“Don’t Chuck marshmallows at neutron stars!” 

Adam grinned, “Damn straight.”

And then Adam turned, stiff and straight as he took a step, and wheeled away. 

Heelys , just like riding a bike 

[iamtheoneandonlyever]

my color theory on byler and mlvn

i made this color theory a couple months ago when i wasn't on tumblr so its been lying around. so imma share it

its kinda long so beware i guess?

i have two ways of imagining this theory so that it includes more possibilities. for reference i imagine the main trio's individual colors as

mike-blue (for obvious reasons) will-yellow (for obvious reasons) el-purple (bcoz purple flowers)

and just for understanding, max-red (i picture her as a flame and a flame for me is red)

according to this color scheme,

mike + el = just a bluer purple or navy blue

there is nothing new we get out of it. its repetitive and they dont mix together all that well. its JUST a mixture of them as people.

also, its interesting that el = mike + max according to the color scheme.

the only people el has interacted with (just not on a surface level interaction but actually made an impression on her) who also her age are: mike and max. this just shows she's still picking up on things around her and is still just trying to be her own person.

also note that the result is the same for both additive color mixing and subtractive color mixing.

symbolism of navy blue: trust, stability, reliability last season proved that el has been lying to mike and vice versa. they are both lying to each other even though it was introduced by mike(in the show) that friends dont lie. their relationship is not stable at this point. el is not happy that mike is unable to say ily to her and while that issue is solved at the end of the season, we are shown that el is still not talking to mike. that doesnt sound exactly stable and reliable even though that's what the symbolism tells us. you wanna know WHY?

because el and mike aren't showing their true colors! (sorry, not sorry lol) not to each other at least.

and onto byler:

subtractive color mixing: mike + will = green

as compared to mlvn, we see that mike and will together make something new, something fresh.

green symbolizes growth, new beginnings, safety mike and will confide in each other. they do that coz they are best friends. they feel safe with each other. it also accounts for character growth in both of them. will realizing that, yes, he can have good things, he does deserve what he wants and for mike, he deserves someone who loves him unconditionally, is at an equal level as him and that he too can actually have what he wants. it also give both the characters new beginnings. i could go on and on but for the sake of not extending this post longer than it has to be,

additive color mixing: mike + will = white

white symbolizes purity, innocence, loyalty purity directly counters the fact that lgbt people were said to be unpure and carriers of AIDS during the 80s. this shows how love cannot be impure. love is the best thing this world can offer. they are just innocent kids who have been through too much, just experiencing young love.

all of this is also applicable in the context of friendship as their deep friendship is the root of the romance.

and this next part is for the people who say they think of el as red instead of purple, making mike, will and el all primary colors as they are the primary components of the story.

as mike found el while trying to find will who went missing due to some events, which are byproducts of el's actions. it all comes full circle to the 3 of them. i am not saying will went missing because of el, but you've gotta admit that el does come into the loop a little.

so

subtractive color mixing: mike + el = purple

purple symbolizes royalty and luxury. most people want to be royals, but the dealbreaker is:

dun dun dun

conformity

people dont want to be restricted by always having to follow some restrictions all the time. mike also has to follow the restrictions from liking boys. he is forced to like el. forced by whom? himself. for him, it should be a luxury to be able to date el, a superhero, an amazing, kind-hearted girl, he has expressed this.

additive color mixing: mike + el = magenta (ignore the fact this is pink)

magenta symbolizes balance and harmony. there has been no evidence in the show itself that they balance each other out or are in harmony. it shows that mike sees el on a pedestal (you are a superhero) and they have not had more than two happy moments in one season alone when they started dating. you see, they were just fine when they were friends. the trouble started when they started dating.

also note the fact that byler works both for friends (as we have seen in the show) and romantic (as they probably will end) but mlvn as shown in the show for romance does not work out (s3 and s4), but as friends they can actually bond well and be friends (s1) as for s2, el probably finds the entire thing romantic but i dont think mike tries as much and just wants her back as he considered her as his friend (he does not move at all, either towards or away from el, when she tries to kiss him before going to close the gate with hopper).

also note that magenta and purple are both a bit similar to look at while there is obviously a huge difference between green and white.

to make it easy, i quote garnet from steven universe: i am more than the two of them together or something. i dont remember it exactly but this is the general idea.

if you made it this far, i am sorry. if i hurt your brain, i am sorry. if what i wrote is gibberish and makes no sense, i am sorry. *cries*

this is literally my third post ever on tumblr so i dont how to tag. i am not a native english speaker. Thank you for reading. i appreciate it.

[sleepy-moron]

It's more season four spoilers!

So I just got reminded that Mike says that El likes the color yellow and that's why he got her yellow flowers. This makes his wardrobe choices this season even more interesting imo. Firstly he's primarily just wearing his hellfire club shirt while in Hawkins he doesn't actually start wearing blue or yellow until he heads to California.

The first Cali outfit (aka Mike dressing how he thinks people from California would dress) is him wearing a blue t-shirt being covered by the yellow button up. This is while Mike is trying to be the "ideal" boyfriend for El. When it comes to blue meets yellow in the west Mike is typically the one associated with blue+ the phrase "true blue" signifying something that is not fake or phony". So him literally covering his "true colors" with something he knows El likes is really interesting.

The second Cali outfit Mike wears is the blue flannel with the little yellow stripes. This is also what he's wearing during their fight and while El is being taken away by the police. Here he's still trying to be the "boyfriend" but he can't hide his true feelings, and El calls him out on this. He's willing to tell her anything except I love you to make her happy, so that's why the blue is so much more present than the yellow on this outfit.

The third button up is interesting because it's aqua, which is a color that's halfway between blue and green (blue + yellow) which shows while Mike is being much more true to himself, he's still trying at least a little to be someone he's not. It's worth noting that Mike doesn't wear this outfit until after El leaves, and this is also what he's wearing when he and Will agree to be a team again. This is the most emotionally open we've seen Mike since arriving in California.

Last new outfit!! Mike takes off the aqua shirt while hiding the body and is left in just a white t-shirt. I guess you could argue that it's just because it's hot in the desert and white is just a common color for undershirts to be, but Will is still wearing layers so I'm choosing to believe this was a deliberate choice. Will gives his little speech about emotional vulnerability, and we get a close up of just Mike (the previous shots of Will talking are filmed over Mike's shoulder so Will isn't in the frame by himself) when he says "because what if they don't like the truth" Mike looks away and nods his head a little, implying that this line also applies to Mike.

The white shirt is interesting because it's literally Mike removing his defenses and leaving himself vulnerable emotionally....he opens up to Will about how he feels about not being able to tell his girlfriend he loves her and how he wonders if El wouldn't have left if he was able to say it. This is also a scene asking for advice, which also makes the white shirt thematically relevant for another reason. Mike is literally letting Will's advise "color" his thoughts on what actions he should take, and the blank shirt represents that willingness to listen. Plus the season is set right before Easter, and white has a lot of associations with purity, innocence, and rebirth......all of which are relevant to easter

In conclusion: Mike wearing blue and white is more gay than Mike wearing yellow/j

[so-mordorit-is]

The king and the Freak

Pairing - Eddie Munson x F!reader Henderson x Steve Harrington

Summary - What else should he expect from you? Of course you were friends, but this happened years ago, by now, he doesn't even know who you are anymore. underneath that short green and white skirt, the pom poms and the mean attitude, Eddie Munson knew his old sweet friend was there, she had to be somewhere. 

Warnings - 18+ please, smoking cigars and joints, underage drinking, swearing, little bit angst, make out, pet names (baby girl, princess, sweetheart), no use of y/n

words - 5k

Author’s Note - Sorry if it was a little longer than I thought, English is not my first language so, sorry for any mistakes! this part was kind of slow burn if you squint, but, i hope you like it.

What else should he expect from you? Of course you were friends, but this happened years ago, by now, he doesn't even know who you are anymore. underneath that short green and white skirt, the pom poms and the mean attitude, Eddie Munson knew his old sweet friend was there, she had to be somewhere. 

Eddie always kept his eyes on you, in the cafeteria? sure he did! on the crowded hallways, yep! parking lot, classroom, parties? check check and check.

What he doesn’t know is that you keep doing the same for him. 

How could you not? 

That stupid lether jacket and vest combo, the stupid mop hair and that fucking dimples. You miss him, of course you do, but he sent you away when you told that was joining the cheer squad, something about different parts of the pyramid and blah blah blah.

You left the trailer that day and never, never looked back, until now.

You saw the commotion Eddie made in the cafeteria, something about false conformity and parties are killing the youngsters. Of course the hatred was turned to the basket team, he dramatically climbed on the table and made the demonic  horn sign through Jason, you had to put your hand on your mouth to not slip soda all over your friends and muffle your laugh.

Eddie’s gaze was on you, and he unmade the horns with the sweetest smile you ever saw, maintaining his gaze on yours. You could feel your face turning hot and red and you didn’t notice but you smiled back at him. You know you are not friends anymore, but in that moment it felt like nothing ever has changed and your heart ached cause, things are really changed. 

“Hey Poms, the freak is looking at you again, i can talk to him if you are feeling uncomfortable” Steve Harrington, king of Hawkins high, your boyfriend, was saying while he sit next to you 

“Don’t call him that, you know i don’t like it, and i don’t feel uncomfortable, you know that baby boy.” you said, giving a little peek on Steve’s cheek. 

“yeah, yeah, he was your friend, i know, sorry babydoll” he held your face between his hands and kissed your lips tenderly, his lips are soft and wet. Always tastes like coke, m&ms  and is too good to be true, you love it.

You turn to see the sadness in Eddie’s eyes, he was talking to some of his little sheeps and tossing a pretzel on the sophomore’s head.

~

“Ok Eddie, what the actually fuck was that? I thought that you were gonna destroy the jocks and then… nothing?” Mike asked while the browned hair boy made his way to sit.

“Doesn’t matter Wheeler, i made my point and i think everyone understand”  he hiss and toss the pretzel on Mike’s face

The others in the table started laughing and tossing food everywhere, until Gareth opens his mouth.

“So, you don’t lose all the hate in your discourse because the old friend almost burst her soda at the other cheerleaders?“ he just raise his eyebrows at Eddie

“Nah! i didn’t even see her” he is blushing now and all the boys could see, so Eddie did what he thought he did best, he ran. “Gentlemen, Gareth (he rolls his eyes at him), duty calls me, see you all at hellfire”.

It was always like this, he thinks about you everyday, even when that prick asked you out and even more when you two started dating a short time ago. But Steven is good with you,for you, better than him, he thinks.

Eddie walked to his locker, he needed a damn cigarette and since the principal was getting on his nerves, he decided to leave his cigarettes in his locker. When he opens the green metal door, a little envelope drops to the floor, he opens and found fifty bucks and a note  -Meet me at the bench in the woods after the game, please?”-

“It is always a deal, never a love note” he laughed by himself, stuck the money in his wallet and made his way through the parking lot to finally have his so well deserved smoke. 

~

"Hey Poms, can I talk to you?"  Chrissy looked a little nervous and was not her normal, Chris is always a delight to have near, now you could understand the crush Eddie had on her for like…years, she is a sweetheart. 

“Yes babe, of course” you squish Steve's hand and he brings your hand to his lips and kisses every knuckle before you  walk with Chris ‘till the girls bathroom. 

You are checking yourself on the mirror when the strawberry blond started to rumble something that you can’t hear 

“Chrissy calm down, what happened?” you snapped her out of her thoughts with your not so friendly tone, you don’t have that much patience and that is ok by your friends.

“I slipped a note on Eddie’s locker, because I think we can smoke a little at Jason's party, you know, to relax because we are always training and I am so exhausted then, then, I can't! i can’t meet him, you know what Jason would do to him if he…” 

You cut Chrissy on the middle of the frase “Chris what the fuck did you do? Good, Jason is gonna kill Eddie, you can’t go! Forget the pot, not in million years i could let you do this, whatafuck Criss, so stupid” Now your face was covered by your hands.

“so” she continued, “So, I'm here asking you to go talk to him for me? please? you used to be friends, nobody is gonna say anything, everybody respects you and if somebody says something i just know you are gonna snap them out, so please, please, pretty please poms. 

you let a loud grow escape from your mouth, you don't wanna to talk to Eddie, he is never going to sell weed for you. "I don't even smoke chris'' it is almost a whisper, but between letting Eddie get killed and swallow your pride, you stick with the second option. 

“Ok Chris, i can do it for you, but you have to take Steve to the party with you, i don’t think he is gonna be happy with this, and if he knows what i was doing and for who, maybe he gonna tell Jason, and if… Chris, and I am being dead serious, if Jason touches any hair of the mopped head of Eddie, I will kill him, o.k.a.y? 

“Oh! Poms you are the best! and scary too” she said in the middle of giggles and hugs. 

~

The game went well, Sinclair made the victory point and all the gym burst in cheers and congratulations words, you was almost happy, but then, the fucking buterflies on your belly remaind you of your late encounter with you old friend -crush- 

You found Steve at the bleachers, he was already smiling at you, making his way to you, pushing some tenageers midleway and he tangled his hands around you, bringing you closer to him and then hugging you stronger than he never did before.

“Thanks Steve, i almost felt less nervous knowing you are here for me” you put two hands on Steve’s chest whilst his hands stopped on your waist “Babe, my mom is in the parking lot waiting for me, i have to go home and take a shower and then i meet you at the party, is this ok?” you hope that he doesn't hear the doubt in your voice.

Steve frowns his brows in disapprovement “I can go with you and wait or i can go to take you to the party when you are ready, if you want” 

“No needed baby, don’t worry, be good and have fun until I get there, ok?” you kiss him one more time before going to the woods. 

While you are walking through the hallways you notice some hellfire boys on the front door, they are like always, louder and happier, you could not notice that the dungeos master was not anywhere to been seeing, you sighing and start the tortures walk to Eddie.

~

The night was warm and the big full moon illuminated all the darkness that had in your way, the scrunches of the dry leaves took you off of your own thoughts,the cold night breeze made contact with the warmth of your body, causing little shivers in your skin.

you just started to walk in the field when you heard someone clearing their throat, you jump and look behind you, hand in your chest, trying to calm yourself down. 

“Why you do that, are you fucking stupid? such a child, jesus” you turn your eyes to Eddie, who was sitting on the back of his van with the biggest smirk. 

“I see” he mumbled the words “the clothes change, the freak no! Such a dirty mouth sweetheart” he said while standing up from his previous seat and starting to walk towards you, "A note? after two years?”

You are there, inches from him and you couldn't deny, you want to jump on him, hug him, kiss all his face and say how much you missed him, how much you think of him all the time, how you fight with all the basket team to leave him alone. You wanted to tell him all of this...but

"Clearly is not my note Eddie, i'm just making a favor for a friend who are to scared with all your… faced" you check him up and down, all of him, his hair was longer than you remember, his freckles still there, nearby the bridge of his nose, his big round brown eyes still reminds you a kicked puppy dog.

“Nah, I know! Just, surprised that you are actually here and talking to me, I thought  that you forgot your roots… too good to be seen with the school freak.” 

“I’m gonna kill Chrissy for fucking my fucking night” you pinche your bridge nose and sigh. 

“Listen Edward, first of all, you are not a damn freak, stop saying that give power to people said that too, dummy. And second, you sent me home. If I can record, you told me that you can’t be friends with a cheerleader and I had to start to make new friends, right?

“Yeah, right” he shrink and look to the ground  “your mysterious friend already pay, so, you can walk with me ‘till the van and you can go back to your perfect life and pretend that I never exist again” 

He knows what he did, and he knows that had to live with his decisions but, something about you, the moon enlightened  your eyes, the hair perfectly pulled out behind your ear, damnit, he misses you the same way you miss him. You can tell by the way his eyes were never in yours. 

“Chrissy” you said when you arrived at his van “Chrissy made the note, then, she asked me to come here, and i come because i don’t want Jason to kill you, so, i am here now, and..” you kick some leaves on the floor, your gaze always on your shoes, you can’t look at him now with your glazy eyes and broken heart.

Eddie took the weed pack from his front seat listening carefully to which word left your mouth, his heart was beating so loud that he was afraid that you heard.

“And?” He said looking at you, you could feel his eyes burning through your skin,you saw his white Reeboks stopped right before your white vans, you raised your eyes to him, and for the first time in years, you were seeing his big brown puppy eyes, looking at you in the same intensity, and that was it for you.

You moved quicker than you know that you could, your hands around his waist, your head on his chest and you held him close to you, his hands automatically on the small of your back, and he pressed you against his body.

“I just told you Chrissy is a pothead and you just listened to the “and” in my frase? Really eddie?” He hasn't changed the perfume, the same cheap cologne that you gave him years ago, “you keep using it”, the tobacco and the weed, his shampoo… you felt more like home now than in the two years that you lived without him. 

He moved his nose tip to the crown of your head, smelling the scent of your shampoo and perfume, he held you more and more on his body, his voice was week, you could barely listen to his words

“I don’t care about Chrissy and her bad habits”  he leaves a kiss on your head “I care about you, always do, even from far.” you kissed his chest, above his heart and let your hands caressing his face, raising your gaze to his.

“I miss you, Eddie, I really did. Please don’t send me away again, i don’t wanna do this anymore” your eyes now are pools of tears as you hold the face of the boy who for so long was the object of our desire and affections like was nothing that hurted you ‘till the bones.

"You are not going anywhere anymore, not now, not never, good?" He wiped the tears from your  face and hugged you. Both stay like this for quick five minutes, you can hear the cicadas singing full lungs, the way the threes dance to the wind, the crunch of the leaves every now and then when you lose the balance,you can also hear his heart beating faster like the drums of his favorite band “good” you only murmur.

~

Eddie drove you to Jason’s party, no way he was letting you walk ‘till there, “too much road for your beautiful feet, princess” he told you, trying to convince you that was for the best.

You manege to convince eddie to stay for a drink or two, promising him that no stupid jock was say anything to him, and if they say so, you are gonna take care of them. He really misses you bossing him -and everyone else- around.

You hold Eddie’s hand and drag him to the party, seeing Steve at the kitchen you make quick steps and smile at your boyfriend. He looks pretty, but kind of dumn using sunglasses at night, but it is ok, he looks yummy like always. 

His smile almost disappears when he sees you.

Sees you holding hands with someone who is not him.

A man 's hand. 

The smile disappeared when he saw whose man was that hand. Eddie, “of course”, he thinks. 

you let Eddie’s hand go and give Steve a little peck on the lips, his face turned down to look at you, his kind eyes are not too kind right now and you can’t blame him.

“I am so sorry for lying to you,baby boy. I had to do a favor for a friend and she wants total description so, sorry” 

you pushed Eddie near Steve, putting the two of them side by side. Steve never saw your smile so big, you look really happy to have Eddie here, you look even happier when you stop in the middle of the men. “I have to find my friend, maybe it took some time, i don’t know how drunk she is, but i promise i’ll be back soon enough for be missing”

“I already miss you babydoll, don’t go… please” Steve held your hands tight and brought you to a little kiss, that in the end wasn’t that little.

You could feel Eddie’s envy burning in his eyes when you looked at him with a shy smile. 

You held one hand of each boy and smile 

“Make Eddie company, ok baby boy?” you smile to Steve and move your gaze to Eddie 

“And you, please don’t leave before I come back, please?” Eddie kisses you hand while looking into your eyes “Not going anywhere princess, promise!” You smile wide and gave ‘lil jumps of happiness before disappearing on the crowded party,

~

Eddie and Steve never had ever spoken to each other, they haven’t anything, and i said, anything in comum, but you. Steve took two beer’s can and passed one to Eddie

“Friends again?” Steve ask nonchalant when he opens his beer

“Guess so” Eddie opened the can and took a sip of the warm beer “Boyfriend yet?” 

Eddie now was smirking and Steve assumed his characteristic pose, hands to the hips and with a discredited look to Eddie.

“Play nice dude” Steve was so pissed that this was the only thing that he could tell Eddie that moment.

“Wanna smoke?” Eddie asks and makes his way to the garden, Steve knows how his girlfriend will eat his brain out if anything happens with the freak, so he follows Eddie. 

~

Chrissy was dancing in the middle of the living room, she was clearly not sober but not that drunk, just, tipsy you think.

You took her wrist and pull her from the dancing floor, the girl hugged you and smile wide, you pretty sure that saw all her teeths at the same time 

“God Poms, I thought I was sending you to your death, why did you take so long? Is everything ok?” she couldn’t hear you!  Music is to loud, so she pushes you upstairs 

The girls went to a empty bedroom, Chris sits at the bed and pull you down with her, you gave her a bag with some joints already rolled, her eyes illuminated when she saw, you made eddie roll all her joints and he even gave her more that she pay for, and she know that was him saying thanks you for bring you back to his life.

“You are amazing Poms” she lit one of the joints and held your hand “Here is Stevie?, he is always following you like a puppy or a bodyguard” you chuckle from the sincerity of Chris, you know she is right, Steve was always following you.

“He is taking care of Eddie for me, i don’t want him to fight with some stupid drunk jock”

“So Edward “super yummy and old crush of this friend of mine” Munson is here?, if i was you poms, i would go back and find your boys, i heard Alice saying she had a crush on eddie and i don’t want you to break your heart again, so, let’s go?”

“Alice? that bitch was bullying him some weeks ago, fucking hoe” you said laughing, Chrissy stands up and offered her hands “True or Dare?” she said, you took her hand and went down stairs, on the last step you saw Alice talking to Eddie, her hands curling the ends of his hair, lips near his ear, he was smiling at her, Jesus just you remember all the shit Alice did with him in school?  and of fuck course, Tammy fucking thompson was talking to Steve, almost drooling on his soft skin, “bitch” you rolled your eyes and smirked to your best friend “True or dare it is!”. 

~

Steve and Eddie drank another beer after dismissing the girls. Eddie's fingers drummed on the can while Steve was trying to look through the crowd but you were nowhere to be seen.

“Who is this friend of hers again?”  Steve asked, eyes still glued on the crowd

“Just Chrissy, she wants pot but… uhm,was too afraid of me, don’t imagine why” he pauses his frase for some seconds “so, Chrissy sends her to complete the deal” Eddie finished putting the can at the sink and turning to Steve.

“Ok big boy, we are gonna split, who finds her first is her boyfriend for the rest of the night” he smirked and Steve for the uncountless time for the night, rolled his eyes. 

“Yeah! in your dreams freak” Steve sighs “Just, try to not get into trouble ok? I want to have a girlfriend when this nightmare is over”. 

“S’alright, I’m gonna bring our princess back, king Stevie” Eddie wink and went to the deck to look for you. Before Steve could leave the kitchen, Robin stopped him.

~

“Ok, true or dare Poms?” 

Eddie turned to the mention of your nickname,  there you are, sitting in a circle with a bunch of high schoolers who probably hate him just for being him. 

The music was not too loud “thanks god” , thinks Eddie,he was going to throw up if heard Madonna one more time. 

Everybody had a red cup on hand,feet on the cold water of the pool, a small odor of pot and cigs,but for one moment, all the lights and sounds disappeared before his eyes and then, you.

All he could see was you, 

hear you.

The moon light reflecting on your naked shoulders, your damn hair flying with the breeze, the wet on your lips shining when you smile, and then your eyes. 

These fucking loving caring sweet eyes, for him was a slightly vision of heaven.

He knows you are out of his league, you look ethereal, strong and sweet.

His sweet girl, but not his, before he could reach you, Jonathan called him and Eddie could never leave him talking by himself, right? 

Steve observed the whole scene, he saw Eddie stopping just a few steps off you, he saw Eddie's chest rising when his breath heavier to the hearing of your laugh, he saw the signs, the broken smile when Jonathan touches his shoulder, and then he Steve saw you, and he understanding everything, Eddie loves you as much as Steve do, and with a click, the green jealousy monster took control of his body.

“True, obviously" you said middle of a giggle, for the first time of your miserable life you are jealous, not for just one boy, but for two, and only god knows how pissed you are right now, so one thing lead another, and you are maybe high maybe drunk, maybe both.

Who knows? you definitely not. 

“Who is the better kisser? The king or the freak?” 

Chrissy’s tongue pokes her upper lips before she sends you a mischievous kiss.

you took a drag off somebody's joints, and snapped your gaze at Chriss, and then Eddie, Steve and at last but not the least, Alice.

“How would I know? I never kissed Eddie” you took another drag “ask Alice, i heard he had her way with both” you smirk and drank all the alcohol that had in your cup. All the circle started to laugh and some girls made the “O” face. Standing up was difficult but staying standing was even worse “Anyaway, I hate this game and I need another drink”.

Before you could leave the circle Steve’s voice caught your attention “True or dare babydoll?”

If you had lasers in your eyes, Steve would explode in a million pieces, you left a little gagle escape between your lips,before you could answer anything “Cat got your tongue?” you still don’t answer just crossing your arms in front of your chest “Kiss Eddie, i dare you” Steve now closer to you, Eddie was smoking his joint and talking to Jonathan, you don’t really think he knows what is happening now “Or drink the whole cup,you are feeling so brave today” 

“Fuck you Steve” You took the cup from his hand and chugged the whole liquid of it, you felt your throat burn and Eddie took the cup off your hand  “Easy there, tiger! And what is this?” he said taking the joint from your fingers “What fuck? Princess are you triyng to kill yourself?“ he looked at Steve “Why are you not doing anything?”, Steve keep his mouth shut “He dare me, so i drank it” you said before tramble in your on feet,  Eddie tuck you over his shoulders and bumped Steve, you are laughing the whole time, and this make all that crap torelable for Eddie “fucking useles” he whispers to steve before take you to his van. 

~

Eddie opens the back door of his van and softly lay you down on the blankets that he kept there, he don’t had said one word since all the show you and Steve put in front of the whole school, “Just fucking perfect” he said pinching his nose bridge, he sits on the edge of the van and tried to lighting his cigs but unsucesfull.

“Look, fairy lights, I put this on during our sophomore year, they still work? '' You said, now on your knees trying to catch the little bulbs with your hands, before falling back to the blankets laughing” Eddie was outside the van, fishing his lighter from his back pocket when you called him again.

“Hey, sweet boy, are you really here?” your sweet voice made Eddie melt before he could look at you “or am i dreaming?”  you poke Eddie’s back with our fingertips and your smile was weak, but it is still there, enough for him. 

Steve came from nowhere and sat beside Eddie, without saying any word too.

“WOW! Now I know I am dreaming!” you almost scream, you sit with your legs criss crossed, looking at the boys with your shining star eyes “My beautiful baby boy and my beautiful sweet boy, together? HOW ABOUT THE PYRAMIDS NOW, OH! EDDIE THE PUSHER?!”

Eddie can’t contain the laugh, he was bursting! A mess of hair and laughing tears, your eyes are shining more, something the way Eddies dimples appearing and the raspy sound of his laugh, you crawl on all fours to sit between the two boys, standing on your knees, you felt the shivers running down your spine when your hand touches Eddie’s cheek, 

“So beautiful babe” you whisper softly,taking off some curls of Eddie’s face, “really beautiful”. you gave him a loving smile, he put his hand above yours and interlaced yours fingers.

Turning your face to Steve,his eyes never letting yours, his hand on the back of your neck,je caressing your hair, bring your face near to his. Your other hand came to Steve’s face, contorning his jawline with your thumb, you move your mouth next to Steve’s ear and whisper so softly, steve felt like tickles of feathers against his skin, 

“You are so handsome, baby” you let kisses from his neck and back to his ear “I am so glad you are here” leaving a kiss right on his neck, under his ear. “My pretty boy, Kiss me”

Steve’s lips are hungry, the kiss was nothing like he usually kissed you. He desires you, you could feel the pressure of his lips and the rush to invade your mouth with his tongue. He massages his tongue against yours, sucking it every now and then,making you moan into his lips, he bites you, his hands traveling through your body, pinching and squeezing all the right parts of it. Your hand never let Eddie’s hand go, Steve noticed that too. Making him let a loud moan escape between his lips.

You broke the kiss seeking for air, when Steve tugged his hand on your hair, moving your head in Eddie’s direction, your lips glistening made Eddie lick his own lips, his eyes were moving between Steve’s eyes and your perfect, plump lips.

Steve’s nods and Eddie cups your face, he looks at your eyes searching for permission, you nod and then he  kisses your lips. 

He kisses you like his life depends on it, how it was just for tonight he was living the fantasy of years and years of Unrequited love, and he felt his brain melt when you kissed him with the same urgency. Steve’s hand never let your hair go, Eddie kissed your lips as much Steve let him. 

His calloused hands traveling through the hills of your body “so soft” he whimpers, your moaning at Eddie’s hands made Steve’s cock tweets inside his pants.

~

Eddie turned the fairy lights on, the van's back door now closed, the yellowish weak light made you feel on one of your dreams.

You had climbed on Steve’s lap, kissing his neck, living small red marks all through his length. His hands grabbing and groping your ass, opening your cheeks once and while. Eddie’s mouth on your neck, hands tugging your hair, lips begging for more space, you felt overwhelmed with so much love the boys are giving to you.

you rock your hips on Steve’s bulge, pressing your cunt on it, rocking your hips back and forth, Steve’s let his head fall down, eyes shut closed, he bite his lip suppressing his moans, you put your hand on Eddie’s bulge, palming him through his jeans, he was big and tick and your mouth was watering for him. 

You tangled your free hand on Steve’s hair, pulling him near to your face, Eddie kneel behind you, kissing your neck and collar bone.

Your eyes never leaving Steve’s eyes, a devilish smirk crossed your face. You kiss Steve’s one more time before sliding your hand on Eddie’s neck, tugging him by his curls and bringing his face next to yours.

The two boys are exactly where you wanna then, on your fingers.

You give Eddie a little kiss, biting his bottom lip when you break the kiss, you do the same thing with Steve, always bringing the boy’s faces more and more next to each other, they mouths are almost touching, you could give little peck on their mouths with on kiss, you could feel the expensive cologne steve’s wore, the smell of mint gum on eddie’s breath, Steve’s bulge pressed on or ass and Eddie’s on the side of your body, the boys lock their eyes, you bite your lips at the imagine and whisper

“True or Dare?” to anyone who answers first, both men respond in unison. 

“DARE.”

[fiction-quotes]

It was so long since Emily had been out for a walk that she was half crazy with the joy of it. The winter had been so stormy and the snow so deep that she was never allowed out; April had been a month of rain and wind; so on this May evening she felt like a released prisoner. Where should she go? Down the brook – or over the fields to the spruce barrens? Emily chose the latter.

She loved the spruce barrens, away at the further end of the long, sloping pasture. That was a place where magic was made. She came more fully into her fairy birthright there than in any other place. Nobody who saw Emily skimming over the bare field would have envied her. She was little and pale and poorly clad; sometimes she shivered in her thin jacket; yet a queen might have gladly given a crown for her visions – her dreams of wonder. The brown, frosted grasses under her feet were velvet piles. The old, mossy, gnarled half-dead spruce-tree, under which she paused for a moment to look up into the sky, was a marble column in a palace of the gods; the far dusky hills were the ramparts of a city of wonder. And for companions she had all the fairies of the countryside – for she could believe in them here – the fairies of the white clover and satin catkins, the little green folk of the grass, the elves of the young fir-trees, sprites of wind and wild fern and thistledown. Anything might happen there – everything might come true.

And the barrens were such a splendid place in which to play hide and seek with the Wind Woman. She was so very real there; if you could just spring quickly enough around a little cluster of spruces – only you never could – you would see her as well as feel her and hear her. There she was – that was the sweep of her grey cloak – no, she was laughing up in the very top of the taller trees – and the chase was on again – till, all at once, it seemed as if the Wind Woman was gone – and the evening was bathed in a wonderful silence – and there was a sudden rift in the curdled clouds westward, and a lovely, pale, pinky-green lake of sky with a new moon in it.

Emily stood and looked at it with clasped hands and her little black head upturned. She must go home and write down a description of it in the yellow account book, where the last thing written had been, “Mike's Biograffy.” It would hurt her with its beauty until she wrote it down. Then she would read it to Father. She must not forget how the tips of the trees on the hill came out like fine black lace across the edge of the pinky-green sky.

And then, for one glorious, supreme moment, came “the flash.”

  —  Emily of New Moon (L. M. Montgomery)

[sporadicparadisewolf]

Ok, I was watching the "Cool" scene, and I don't know why but this shot caughts my attention.

Will's painting is over a yellow (Will's color) furniture and in front of a GREEN CLOSED BOX (green it's the color for Byler), over the box is a white with blue letters bag (blue is Mike's color). So I thought that Mike it's avoiding that Byler happens (open the box) because internal homophobia, BUT the bag it's not totally blue so he is accepting his feelings. Returning to the painting, they could have put the painting over a the desk or another place, but they decided to put it there. Thinking that everything even the small details are studied, I think that the painting it will be a crucial thing in Will and Mike's relationship, more that it seems.

When Mike open the painting he LOVES it (the script said: "His breaths catches" same happens with Max in the conversation with Lucas, and Lumax is endgame).

And looking Mike's face you know that are something more there, so maybe he doesn't know it yet or maybe he is not sure or avoiding but this could be the realization of his love for Will.

So I think in season 5, Mike will know the true behind the painting (El didn't tell Will what to painting, everything he told to Mike it was about himself), they will talked about their true feelings and Byler will be endgame. So, the painting will be the key for open the green box.

[dxncingwithastrxnger]

A Traditional Question

Pairing: Mike x Eleven

Summary: Mike has something very important to talk to Hopper about.

Word Count: No idea, I'll update this later when I'm on my laptop and can copy and paste everything in one go 💀

Tags: None, this is pretty much just fluff!!

Not beta'd, all mistakes are my own.

As Mike walked up the steps of the Hoppers' front porch, he couldn't help but take in a deep breath, blowing it out through his mouth. He'd been to this house so many times before in the last two years, becoming a very prominent figure in its household from the moment they moved in, considering both his best friend and girlfriend lived here.

But things felt much more weighted this time. Because this time, he wasn't coming here to play video games with Will, or take El out on a date, or just have dinner with this second little family of his. No. Instead, he was here to do something that terrified the living shit out of him. But he had to do it.

He approached the front door and knocked lightly, taking another deep breath to try and ground himself more as well as push down the steadily rising anxiety inside of him. A few moments later, the door opens, with Hopper behind it.

"Hey, kid. Will and El aren't here, Joyce took them out shopping with her." The chief of police told him.

"Oh, no, yeah, I know that. Um," He hesitated, pressing his lips together until they turned white. He closed his eyes to gather himself, feeling Hopper's eyes on him.

Hopper observed the boy carefully. His eyes were closed and his lips were pressed in a thin line, his brows furrowed, though he wasn't sure from what. He caught movement just outside of his eyeline and looked towards it, noticing that Mike's hands were balled into fists around the ends of his dark green button up, pulling at the shirt and wrinkling it slightly.

"Hey, Mike, everything alright?" He asked him as gently as possible, placing a hand on his shoulder. Kid looks on the verge of skittering away like a frightened deer, the older man thought.

Mike jumped in his skin when Hopper touched his shoulder, then let out a nervous chuckle. "Yeah, yeah, everything's fine. I was just, uh, wondering if I could talk to you about something?" Mike looked up at him, the look in his eyes warring between anxiety and hopefulness.

Hopper's brow furrowed, but he nodded his head. "Yeah, of course, c'mon on in." He says, shooting Mike a confused look as he steps aside and lets him in the door. Mike steps inside, shooting the chief a small smile as he does.

Hopper closes the door behind him and then turns around, gesturing to the kitchen. "We can go in there, I was about to make some lunch anyways."

Mike nodded, eyes everywhere but the other person in the room. "Okay, cool." He replied, staying in the same spot by the front door.

Hopper shook his head at the anxious teen and headed into the kitchen, hoping Mike would take the hint and follow after him.

As he opened the fridge to look for something to eat, he heard the quiet shuffle of Mike entering the kitchen. "You want anything?" He asked without looking over at him.

"Oh, uh, no. I ate lunch already." Mike told him.

Hopper nodded as he pulled out a container of leftover spaghetti from the night before, closing the fridge, and grabbing a plate from one of the cupboards above the counter. Things were silent for a few moments as Hopper went about reheating his lunch, Mike not saying a word the whole time and the older man not wanting to push him into speaking when whatever was on his mind clearly had him on edge.

Mike was taking his time and trying to gather his thoughts. He didn't exactly have a planned speech, just a general idea of what he wanted to say, so he was trying to decide how he wanted to start things out. Some might say there isn't really a wrong way to go about this considering their history, and if Joyce were here as well, then maybe that would be true, but Hopper is iffy. He's always been iffy, especially when interacting with Mike. Their relationship hasn't always been the best, and Mike can admit that it's the fault of both parties, not just one. But, he came here for a reason, and he wasn't going to let his own anxiety and uncertainty of the reaction get in the way. Even if this went badly, his choice was already made. So, with that determination rising up in him to give him just enough of a confidence boost, he finally spoke.

"So," Mike started quietly.

"So?" Hopper raised an eyebrow at him from his spot across the kitchen, leaning against the counter, his arms crossed.

Mike cleared his throat a bit and mirrored the other man's pose, but linked his hands together loosely in front of him rather than crossing his arms. "We've been through a lot together, yeah? All of us have. Six years ago, my life was completely different, and, I never would've expected my life to be where it is now. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love my life nowadays. It's just... so crazy to think about, how things could've been versus where they are, you know?" He gave a little mystified laugh at that.

The chief now looked at the black-haired teen with confusion. 'Where is he going with this?' He wondered silently. As Mike looked at him, he nodded to show that he was following along.

"And, well... El is... probably just about the best thing that's ever happened to me. She's so beautiful and amazing and incredible. B-but I mean, y-you know that, of course, I-I mean, she's your daughter and everything." Mike raised a hand to the back of his neck as he spoke, his nervousness pushing through into his voice the closer he got to his main point.

"Just breathe, kid. Whatever you need to tell me can't be that bad. You're over there acting like I'm about to shoot you at any moment." Hopper told him. He couldn't help but grimace at the too loud laugh that Mike gave at his words.

Mike looked at Hopper and then away again, inspecting the counter closely. "Yeah, sorry, just... I love El so much. We've been through so much together and despite all the challenges, we made it through. A-and we made it through together. And we're still together even after all these years. If you don't count our breakup during the mind flayer stuff, we've been together for almost a full 5 years now. I mean, it'll be our official 5 years in November, so." Mike smiled brightly at the thought, and it helped him gain the rest of the confidence he needed to speak aloud the whole reason he was even talking to Hopper right then in the first place.

Hopper stayed silent, still unsure of the trajectory of Mike's speech, though some inkling of his nagged at the back of his mind that he tried to ignore. He'd let Mike come out with it on his own first. No point in interrupting the kid when it clearly took a lot for him to speak up in the first place. Mike took a deep breath and forced himself to look up at Hopper, making direct eye contact. He felt it was necessary for this. Hopper held his gaze, waiting as patiently as he could.

"Hop. The reason I came here is because..." Mike closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them again, still keeping the eye contact. "Because I'm going to ask El to marry me." Mike finally pushed the words out, the sentence bringing another strange mix of excitement and anxiety.

Mike watched as Hopper registered what he had said to him, his eyes widening, going from confused and impatient to surprised and understanding. Hopper stayed silent for a long moment as Mike finally looked away, no longer feeling the need to look the man in the eye.

Now it was Hopper's turn to gather his thoughts. That inkling came back again and the connection was made. A part of him had guessed it, even if he hadn't really paid it much attention. Honestly, he should've seen it coming sooner. Mike and El were both 18 now, just starting their senior year of high school. And they had been together for awhile. Marriage and spending a life together would be one of the next steps for them to think about, though he had a feeling they'd already planned on being together long into the future before this point.

Hopper uncrossed his arms and placed his hands on the counter on either side of himself. "Huh." He said. "It really is time for that conversation, isn't it?"

When he looked back at the teen, Mike's brows were furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?" He asked.

"I just mean that I should've expected you to come to me about this sooner or later. Though, not gonna lie, apart of me thought you might just go ahead with it without even telling me first, so that might be part of it." He told him.

Mike nodded. "Yeah, I can definitely get why you might think that. I just thought, with the way things are between us, coming here and talking to you about it first would be kind of a... peace offering, I guess." The boy told him honestly. A sudden glint of amusement came to his eyes, a hard layer of determination and certainty behind it. "But even if you were to tell me no, that I couldn't marry El, that you refused to let it happen, I would still ask her. I'm not asking if I can marry your daughter, Hop. I'm asking if you and I will still be on good terms when I do."

Hopper scoffed in shock at that, shaking his head and chuckling after a moment. "Well damn, kid. You sure got the guts, I'll tell you that." He told him. "But I respect that. Despite all the shit I've spewed at you, you've been really good for El, and even I know that. You've helped her learn and grow and the two of you understand each other and communicate in such ways that I don't think any of us will ever be able to truly understand. And I know that you love her and will do everything in your power to treat her the way she deserves to be treated, just like you always have."

Hopper steps the few steps forward across the kitchen to place a hand on Mike's shoulder. "Mike. If you wanna marry El, then I'm not gonna try and stop you. She loves you just as much as you love her and I have no doubt in my mind that she'll say yes when you pop the question. You have my blessing, kid." Hopper told Mike sincerely.

Mike let out a breath of relief and his face broke out into a grin. "Yeah?" He asked.

"Yeah." Hopper nodded.

Mike continued to grin and knocked his fist on Hopper's shoulder lightly. "Good. Didn't wanna have to fend you off, old man, but I would've if I had to." The teen told him teasingly.

"Nah, you wouldn't be able to take me on. I got years of experience on you. You don't spend months in a Russian prison for nothing, either." The older man joked.

"Is the time you got kidnapped really the example you wanna use?" Mike raised an eyebrow at him, eyes filled with amusement. Hopper just shakes his head and puts the boy in a half headlock, half hug, both of them laughing good-naturedly.

A/N: And fin!!! I loved writing this little oneshot so much and I'm so glad to finally get it out for y'all!!! Let me know what you think!!!! And I'll definitely be writing more, this'll probably turn into a little series, tbh!!!! Thank you so much for reading 💜💜💜