#wELP TIME TO DO HENDERSON'S HOUSE

[devondespresso]

FINALLY

after NINE. HOURS. (NOT including meals and sleep) ITS FUCKING DONE.

A complete floorplan of the entire Harrington house. Including too much thought about random, throw-away lines from characters and squint-to-see-it background glimpses inside.

plently of stuff in the actual house is altered or straight up ignored in favor of following the fiction logic and because I Wanted To. A lot of this is motivated by my headcanons for the Harringtons and how I'm writing them in my fic, but I'm also certainly not an architect so it's by no means perfect. It is, however, unreasonably canon compliant in the few bits we do see.

Thought Process (for context):

the darker shaded floor areas are lower than the rest, some bits like the garages having stairs and some areas like the sun and dining rooms list being like a step lower. Windows are marked with dashes along the outside, sliding doors are two thin lines slightly overlapping, stairs change color as they diverge from the level we're looking at, and furniture is eyeballed so don't look to closely a the scale.

not all closets are labeled, just the ones i figured could be confusing. Steve and the guest rooms have closets i promise.

the laundry room and pantry are not the same size but by the time i noticed i was exhausted. so pretend they're both more reasonably sized.

i don't know what the floorplan symbol for garage door is and then i forgot to look so the headlights point to where the doors are and you can see them clearly in photos so yeah.

The general layout is based on the idea that the Harringtons are or were into hosting dinner parties and business meetings in their home, especially as a young rich couple looking for respect in their circles (Mr. Harrington taking on his father's business and reinforcing that power, Mrs. Harrington climbing her own social ladder and building an image).

So the house is laid out with hosting areas towards the right with the office big and near the dining room because it's more than just a workplace, it represents him as a businessman. In canon the entryway and living room both have very high ceilings and no second-floor above them, so I'd imagine they're also aware of how the top floor looks from below, hence the fancy double/french doors to the master bedroom which is in plain view from below. Steve's room and the guest room are's nearly as visible.

As for the kitchen and sun/pool rooms, I see them more as secondary hosting areas that aren't used as the main location most of the time and are more this background setting to these events that still feel rich. The kitchen is massive and mostly for dinner-parties and Mrs. Harrington's social events.

The kitchen and main bathroom's placement is based on a line Steve said to Barb giving her directions to the bathroom: "down past the kitchen, to the left". With the massive living room on the left and wanting to keep the dining and office close by, i interpreted the "to the left" part being like "find the kitchen, then turn left". And with the rest of the area being open-concept, the bathroom would be the only normal door over there and easy to find. it's a bit of a stretch with just that line, but it makes sense to me with the rest of the context for the layout.

the basement is similar to this, though not as openly displayed so I imagine its for slightly closer friends. Theres a garage door down there so I figured Mr. Harrington might have a cool car he shows off, like he's letting people in on a personal detail about himself. There's also a guest room down there (the only one still considered 100% for guests, more on that later) for those people.

beside the basement garage, there was originally one main garage that holds two cars, obvious Mr. and Mrs. Harrington's cars. I imagine they bought the house before having kids, so a third one wasn't on the mind but after having Steve they added the front one (either turning the carport into a closed garage or they never had a carport and added a whole new addition, up to you)

Both garages lead to the same part of the house, and that area is the only one besides the water heater room that is purely function over effect. It still looks good like the rest of the house but it's not made to be fancy because guests would rarely need to be over there if at all and it's not noteworthy from other parts of the house.

In my headcanon, Steve's room used to be a guest room, staying his room from nursery to present with Mrs. Harrington renovating every now and then. Its one of those places in the house that doesn't have to look perfect for all to see, so she gets creative and has fun with it.

The upstairs guest room is also unofficially Mrs. Harrington's room, based on a line where Tommy mentions a fireplace in "his mom's room" instead of "guest room" or "parent's room" or "master bedroom". I belatedly realized this could be a solidarity thing with Steve hating his dad and calling the master bedroom his mom's room, but that was after 9 hours of this and im not changing it but there you go. In this version, I imagine she leaves the master some nights because her marriage with Mr. Harrington is failing (cheating and all, I wouldn't want to be in the same bed with someone who cheated either)

the master bathroom was an executive decision, just looking at the house in canon and not having enough space in my first attempts, i decided the triangle roof part above the dining and office could fit a master bathroom.

Feel free to use or reference this in your own fics! Feel free to block out my furniture or walls and make your own version. If you share my image please credit with an @ mention!! (again, 9 hours) (thank you fhalsfhd)

[rekiilysm]

ETHEREAL: Ch4

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⇨ 「pairing— steve harrington x fem!henderson!reader」

⇨ 「a/n— OO THINGS ARE GETTIN SPICYY!!! in this chapter, we see a bit into y/n’s past.. also at the end will be a tag list and i’ll explain how to be apart of it if you want to be tagged when i post chapters! anyway, enjoy!」

⇨ 「warnings— swearing, crying」

⇨ 「word count— 3.4k」

CHAPTER FOUR: HOLLY, JOLLY

The next day, we were all sat in Mike's basement. Eleven was sat at the couch with a radio in her hand, while me, Dustin, Mike and Lucas were standing next to it. "We just tell our parents we have AV club after school. That'll give us at least a few hours for Operation Mirkwood," Mike told us as we leaned over the table.

"You seriously think that the weirdo knows where Will is?" Lucas asked Mike, not fully convinced.

"Just trust me on this, okay?" he said, hoping that he would understand. Lucas nodded, "Did you get the supplies?" Mike asked the boy across from me.

"Yeah," he said as he looked down at his bag, starting to pull things out. "Binoculars.. from 'Nam. Army knife.. also from 'Nam. Hammer, camouflage bandana.. and the wrist rocket!" Lucas put everything that he took out onto the table, which I give him a weird look. Why did he have this stuff??

Dustin looks at him funny, "You're gonna take out the Demogorgon with a slingshot?" He gave him a sarcastic and annoyed look.

"First of all, it's a wrist rocket. And second of all, the Demogorgon's not real. It's made up. But if there is something out there, I'm gonna shoot it in the eye.." Lucas stated annoyed before snapping the slingshot, which made me and Dustin jump. "—and blind it."

Mike sighs, "Dustin, Y/n, what did you get?" Dustin smiles before taking his backpack and dumping out all the things he collected from our house. I didn't know what he got, but I only got a few things, which were weapons.

"Well, alrighty. So we've got.. Nutty Bars, Bazooka, Pez, Smarties, Pringles, Nilla Wafers, apple, banana, and trail mix. Oh! And Y/n's favorite, chocolate pudding," Dustin told us, which made us all sigh. Yes, it wasn't the best things in the world, but food is necessary and I love chocolate pudding.

"Seriously?" Lucas deadpanned.

"We need energy for our travels. For stamina. And besides, why do we even need weapons anyway? We have her," Dustin explained, pointing to the girl on the couch.

We all look at her, "She shut one door!" Lucas yelled, not liking the poor girl who looked up.

"With her mind! Are you kidding me? That's insane! Imagine all the other cool stuff she could do. Like.." Dustin exclaimed excitedly to Lucas, who was annoyed. To be honest, I agree with Dustin. Not just because he's my brother, but because he's right. If she can shut a door with her mind, she can do anything. Dustin walked away and picked something up, "I bet.. that she could make this fly!" He then walked in front of El, "Hey. Okay, concentrate. Okay?" The toy drops to the ground with a thud. I face palm at my idiotic brother. Just because she can, doesn't mean she's going to do it. He picks it up again, "Okay, one more time. Okay. Use your powers, okay?" Anddd it dropped to the floor again.

"Idiot," Lucas and I mumble.

Mike rolls his eyes and storms over there, picking up the toy from the ground, "She's not a dog!"

"Boys! Y/n! Time for school!" we hear Mrs. Wheeler holler from the top of the stairs. We all grab our backpacks and head up the stairs.

As we walk through the kitchen, I see Mrs. Wheeler, "Bye, Mrs. Wheeler!" I wave and give her a smile, which she returns.

"Bye, Y/n!" she exclaims as we walk out the door.

"Need a ride today, Dust?" I ask my little brother as we walk outside. "I can give you all a ride if you want," I tell Lucas, seeing that Mike wasn't outside yet.

"No, its okay. Thank you though, Y/n/n," Dustin replied with a smile. I nodded before opening my car door and hopping in. Welp, today's going to be interesting..

———

After getting to school, I opened my locker and started getting the books I needed. I was hoping that I could get my stuff and leave my locker before Nancy got here because I really don't want to face Steve and his idiotic friends. Because wherever Nancy Wheeler is, Steve Harrington is there too.

Unfortunately for me though, Nancy walked up to her locker next to mine with her head down. I gave her a questioning look, wondering why she seemed upset. This is okay, I thought to myself. Steve isn't with her, so everything's good for now. Well, until I heard the douche's voice come up from beside Nancy and slam her locker shut. "Hey," he said calmly to the girl, who was startled from the slam. I just about jumped out of my skin when he did and I almost pissed myself.

"Hey!" she laughed nervously.

"Is everything okay?" he asked her, seeming a bit worried. Huh, that's new; Steve Harrington being worried about someone.

"Yeah. Yeah, totally.. I just.. I feel like everyone's staring at me," she said to the boy, feeling anxious and paranoid. She looked around at everyone in the hallway, thinking that they were staring at her. Why would they be staring? I thought to myself, feeling kind of confused as to why Nancy Wheeler is worried about people staring at her.

"Oh, I didn't.. I didn't tell anyone," Steve spoke, which made me think of the only possible thing that would make her so paranoid, but I might be wrong.

"I know. I know. Of course not. But what about like.. Tommy and Carol?" she reassured him. I got all the book I needed, but I'm intrigued now. Yeah, it's wrong to eavesdrop, but my curious mind can't help it.. and they're literally right next to me.

Steve chuckles lightly, "You're being paranoid."

She looks down and smiles, "I'm sorry."

"No, no, it's cute," he tells her, making her look up and smile. "I had a good time," he spoke, which gave me the answer. I was right, Nancy and Steve fucked last night. Cool! I couldn't care less what they do.

"Yeah. Me too," she says before Steve leans in to kiss her. Their lips connect, making me roll my eyes and groan.

"Gross," I mumble to myself, wondering what I'm still doing here. Steve chuckles and looks at her decorated locker door before leaving. She sheepishly smiles and looks down. I poke her on the back, "Alright Wheeler, since when did you break the rules?" I give her a smirk as she quickly spins towards me.

"I-uh," she stuttered and smiled to herself. I do the same and gently punch her on her arm.

"Just be careful, okay?" I tell her, not wanting my old friend to get hurt by one of the biggest douches in the school.

She nods, "Y'know.. We should hang out again sometime." My eyes widen, not expecting the now-popular girl in front of me.

Now it was my turn to stutter, "Uh, yeah—yeah sure. I would love that." She smiles and nods before I close my locker, books in hand. "See ya, Wheeler," I say before turning around to go to my class. Well that wasn't what I was expecting.

———

After school, I was walking to my car but then spotted Jonathan, which made my eyes light up. "Jonathan!" I exclaim, running over to him as he leaves the school. He turns to me as I catch up.

"Oh, hey Y/n," he says in a rush; almost like he just wanted to leave. We walked to the parking lot together in silence. I wonder what's up with him? As we're walking, I spot Steve and his stupid friends sitting on Jonathan's car. I roll my eyes and keep walking, but Steve got off his car and walked towards me and Jonathan.

"Hey, man," Steve said to Jonathan, making us both stop.

"What's going on?" my best friend asked the four, the other girl being one of the girls in Jonathan's photography class.

"Nicole here was uh, telling us about your work," Steve said blankly. I raise my eyebrow, wondering what the hell he was talking about.

"We've heard great things," Carol said sarcastically, making me roll my eyes. "Yeah, sounds cool," Tommy spat.

"And we'd just love to take a look. Y'know, as.. connoisseurs of art," Steve said annoyed at the boy. I want him to get to the damn point.

Jonathan sighs, "I don't know what you're talking about." He says before trying to get into his car. Yes, I can leave, but my curiosity gets the better of me and I want to know why Steve and his jerk friends are after my friend. Tommy takes his backpack before he could get in and Carol holds him back. "Please, give me my bag," Jonathan pleaded the jerks.

"What the hell, Steve?" I say frustratedly to the guy in front of me.

He ignores me, "Man, he is totally trembling. He must really have something to hide.." He unzips Jonathan's backpack before dumping his things out of the back of his car. "Ah.. Here we go," Steve says as he turns around with pictures in his hands. "Oh man.." He flips through the pictures, making me furious. How could someone just look through someone else's things?

"Let me see," Tommy said before snatching on from Steve. "Dude."

Carol scoffs, "Yeah, this isn't creepy at all.."

I scoff as well and look at Jonathan, "Jonathan, what the hell is going on?" He ignores me and tries to speak up, but I interrupt him, "Don't ignore me!"

He sighs, "I was looking for my brother.." He tries to reason with the jerks, which still didn't give me an answer.

"No. No, this is called stalking," Steve spats back, which makes me antsy. "And Y/n—" he starts, but got interrupted by Nancy walking over.

"What's going on?" she asks as we all look at her direction.

"Here's the other starring lady," Tommy says as she looks over to me and Jonathan confused. Trust me, I'm just as confused as she is.

"This creep was spying on us last night," Carol spoke, making my eyes widen. Jonathan wouldn't do that.. "And I bet he was saving this one for later." She holds out a picture to Nancy.

"I'm so confused," I say, not understanding what was going on. Steve sighs and walks towards me.

I raise my eyebrow as he speaks up and hands me a picture, "Did you not notice someone following you home last night?" I give him a weird look, taking the picture from his hands. I look at it; it was a picture of me getting on my bike to leave Steve's house.

Me and Nancy look up to Jonathan in betrayal and shock, "What the fuck, Jonathan?! Were you following me last night?" I didn't want to believe it, I hoped he would say he just took the picture on accident, but no. All he did was look down in shame.

Steve clicks his tongue, "See, you can tell that he knows it was wrong, but.. man that's the thing about perverts.. It's hardwired into 'em. Y'know, they just can't help themselves." He puts a hand on Jonathan's shoulder as he looked up to him. Steve began to rip the pictures in his hands, "So.." He tossed the now-ripped pictures in the air, "we'll just have to take away his toy."

"Steve.." Nancy said as the said guy walks over to Jonathan's stuff.

"No, please, not the camera," Jonathan pleaded. Yes, I'm mad at him—furious, actually. But cameras are really expensive, and Joyce is already going through some tough times with money already, so I could only feel remorse for Jonathan. He tried to get to his stuff but Tommy held him back.

"No, no, wait, wait.. Tommy, Tommy," Steve stops Tommy from doing anything, which he only chuckles. "It's okay. Here you go, man," Steve says as he holds out the camera to Jonathan.

"Steve, wait—" I start, but I get interrupted by Steve dropping the camera, making it shatter. Tommy starts to laugh as we all stare down at the camera. Like I said, I don't really like Jonathan too much right now, but that was cold. Very cold.

"Come on, let's go. The game's about to start," Steve said before walking alway, his jerk friends following after him. Jonathan was quick to gather everything that was on the ground before they blew away. Me and Nancy stood there before she knelt down and saw a picture. "Hey, Nance! Come on!" Steve yelled to his girlfriend, which made her look up and quickly collect some pieces of a picture. She stuffed them into her bag before getting up and leaving. Jonathan watched her leave with a sigh. Now it was my turn.

I sigh and he looks up to me, "I'm sorry about your camera. Bye, Byers." I walk off to my car feeling betrayed. Why would he do that? I mean, I get that he was looking for Will, but come on? Taking photos of us from the woods? I sigh as I get to my car and get inside. Now I have to go help the boys' with finding Will.

———

After going home and getting my bike, the boys and I are at the place where Mike told El to meet us. "El!" Mike says to the zoned-out girl. "You okay?" he asked her, which she turned towards us and nodded. Mike patted a spot on his bike, motioning her to get on. "Hop on. We only have a few hours." She nodded and got onto his bike before we all start to peddle.

A little while later, we found ourselves in the woods, pushing our bikes along the red and orange leaves. "Why did they hurt you?" El asked the boy and pointed to his chin.

"What? Oh, that. Uh.. I just fell at recess," Mike stated, which I didn't believe one bit. I was bullied in school too, and I know that was just some dumb excuse.

"Michael, don't lie. Did someone hurt you?" I ask sternly. No one is going to hurt one of my kids.

He sighed and El spoke up, "Mike.."

He looked at her, "What?"

"Friends tell the truth," she said, agreeing with me.

Mike sighs, "I was tripped by this mouth breather, Troy, okay?" I felt anger bubble up. Like I said, No one messes or hurts with my kids.

"Mouth breather?" El asks innocently.

"Yeah, y'know.. a dumb person. A knucklehead," Mike tells her, which I back off. Yes, I want to know more about this 'Troy' guy, but this is their conversation, and I've listened to enough conversations that don't involve me today. I slowed down and started to walk with Dustin and Lucas, not paying attention to what the kid's are saying.

———

A couple of hours later, it was finally dark and we were almost to the place El is taking us. But as we get closer, things are starting to look a lot more familiar. I didn't think about it too much until we got to our destination. It was Will's house? "Here," El said, stopping in front of Mike. Lucas, Dustin and I all looked at each other weirdly, not understanding why we're at Will's house.

"Yeah, this is where Will lives?" Mike questions the girl.

"Hiding," she says, making us all sigh.

"No, no. This is where he lives. He's missing from here. Understand?" Mike said to the girl as me and the boys drop our bikes and walk up to the two.

"What are we doing here?" Lucas asked, annoyed as to why we're at the one place y know Will isn't. To be honest, I'm kind of annoyed myself, but I'm not going to show it because I want El to be comfortable with me, not intimidated or scared of me.

"She said he's hiding here," Mike points out, only making the boy next to me even more frustrated.

"Um.. no!" Lucas exclaimed.

"I swear, if we walked all the way out here for nothing—" Dustin said. He seemed frustrated and I nodded along with him.

"That's exactly what we did. I told you she didn't know what the hell she was talking about!" Lucas yelled and pointed at the scared girl. I put a hand on his shoulder to try and calm him down.

I sigh frustratedly as I pinch the bridge of my nose, "Yeah, I'm sorry Mike, but Will definitely isn't here."

He stared at us before turning around to El, "Why did you bring us here?" He asked the girl, only for her to stammer in response. I felt bad for the girl, she was just trying to help and now she's being yelled at.

"Mike, don't waste your time with her," Lucas stated and rolled his eyes.

"What do you want to do then?" Mike argued back. I take my hand off of Lucas' shoulder and walk over to the girl. I put my hand on her shoulder and give her a reassuring smile.

"Call the cops, like we should have done yesterday," Lucas retorted.

"We are not calling the cops!" Mike exclaims at the boy.

"Hey, guys?" Dustin says and looks past me. I give him a questioning look before turning towards his line of sight. My eyes widen at what he's looking at.

"What other choice do we have?" Lucas asked frustratedly.

"Guys!" I yell at the arguing idiots behind me. They look towards me in confusion as me and Dustin stare at what we're seeing. Sirens echo loudly through the road as multiple police cars and ambulances zoom down the street.

"Will.." Mike mutters as we all turn around and run to our bikes. We quickly get onto them and peddle fast to follow the emergency vehicles.

We were peddling so fast I felt my calves burn and ache, yelling at me to stop but I didn't. I kept going and started peddling faster. No one hurts my kids. Still following the cop cars, we biked through the woods, heading towards the lake.

Finally, we get to the lake and park our bikes behind a fire truck. I get off of mine as soon as I stopped it, bolting to the truck to see what was going on. The kids run after me and we all peek our heads out from the side of the truck. I squinted my eyes to get a better look, only to see a small body being pulled out of the water. "It's not Will. It can't be," Mike says, not believing what we're seeing.

The guys pull the body out of the water, "It's Will. It's really Will." Lucas says sadly, not wanting to believe it, but it was Will.

I stared in shock, "No, no, this can't be happening.. No, it's not Will. It's not him, it's someone else.." I try to reassure myself so I don't start crying. But I can't. I can't lose him too..

"Mike.." El starts, trying to reach out to him.

He slaps her hand away, "'Mike'? 'Mike,' what? You were supposed to help us find him alive. You said he was alive! Why did you lie to us? What's wrong with you? What is wrong with you?" He says sternly to the girl, who had tears welling up in her eyes.

"Mike.." she says softly.

"What?" he asks her sternly, motioning for her to continue. When she doesn't answer, he scoffs and walks away.

"Mike, come on. Don't do this, man. Mike," Lucas says to the boy, who ignores him.

"Mike, where are you going? Mike!" Dustin questions him, but he ignores him too while getting on his bike. Dustin wraps his arm around my waist and brings me closer to him. A tear runs down my cheek as I watch him peddle away. The sound of the sirens filling my ears, reminding me of what happened last year. I already lost Jen, I cant lose Will too.

   No one—absolutely no one hurts my kids.

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[nancypullen]

Welp, We Have To Move

Looks like I need to pound a “for sale” sign into the front yard.  Let me explain.  We live in Caroline County.  This county is made up of several small towns, Denton is the county seat, then there’s Ridgley, Preston, Hillsboro, Greensboro, Goldsboro, Marydel, Henderson, half of Templeville, and Federalsburg - all very small, rural towns.   Not much happens around here that’s newsworthy, but for the last 24 hours the lead story in Caroline County is that THERE’S A PYTHON ON THE LOOSE!  

Federalsburg is 16 miles from us.  How fast does a python travel, you ask? Only about one mile per hour.  I may not be a math major, but if he’s been on the lam for 24 hours that means he could easily be here by now. He’s probably in my backyard right now.  It’s a bird and cat buffet out there for a hungry python, of course he’d stop here. I’m getting goosebumps just typing this.

It made the big city news in Baltimore.

https://www.wbaltv.com/article/federalsburg-python-snake-missing/44030043 and Ocean City... https://www.wboc.com/news/python-at-large-in-federalsburg/article_bd855260-fc14-11ed-ba9a-675f2af7f9a4.html People are being advised to keep an eye on their pets and small children. OH MY GAWD. If my local PetCo carried mongoose (mongeese?) I’d pay top dollar right now.  Wait, do they only chase away cobras?  My knowledge is limited to my childhood viewing of Rikki Tikki Tavi.  I’m willing to try it. The Eastern Shore is full of farms, water communities, marshy areas, all desirable to a python. My guess is he’ll evade capture and grow to record size. I don’t think there’s a natural predator for a python is there? Maybe baby pythons are at risk, but I’m not sure about the big ones.  We have a lot of bald eagles here, any chance an eagle could carry him off?  I’m nervous. I’ve just typed the word python more times in one blog post than I have in a year. That makes me shiver.  I’m going to sage the house. I may research how to make one’s yard inhospitable to pythons.  Eek. I may not sleep tonight. Help.

[humankoalaa]

Black Lightning! 3X05

*SPOILERS*

awww tayvon making his parents a video 😭

awh lawd odell done figured out nissa might be blackbird 😩

okay dude with the family pack abs. you must not know bout painkiller. welp. you gon learn today.

lynn ... this shit is exhausting 😩

TIMEOUT!!!! i know anissas ass don’t have that drug money in the lair just chillin drinking wine and shit 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤦🏾‍♀️ i cannot!

dawwww she has the piggyback picture on the nightstand 😭

jenn.... the fuck you got going on auntie? she on gang green too or?

dr. jace ain’t send you shit lynn.

blackbird?! wanted?! ...... shit. henderson sir.... uhm....

lmao an apple tho two bits?

poor henderson.

wayment... tayvon ain’t even a meta?!

dawwww nissa being graces doc.

GAMBI GRACE AND NISSA 😭 a trio i stan 😍❤️

chantal and nafessa and so beautiful 😭

“do not emancipate my smart home” 🤣🤣🤣🤣

ugh season one thundergrace feels with the banter.

im not about to play with anissa or shonda 😩😂🤦🏾‍♀️ fairest of them all tho?

“i thought you’d be black” IM FUCKING DEAD 🤣🤣🤣🤣

aww worried grace.

uhm... that’s what we doin now? we just gonna have anissa say something corny every episode? who the fuck signed off on “meta fabulous” .... WHO?!

okay jenn like come on sis 😩 i thought we were past this 🤦🏾‍♀️

you know what.... they have to stop doing my dog tobias like this 😂😩

“goose step that” 🤣🤣🤣 hendersonnnnnnn 😭

damn nisssa actuallly looks scared ion like that jeff guilt tripped her tho.

anaya so damn ungrateful. tied of her shit.

lord. painkiller really gonna try kill blackbird huh?

come on cranky kong. lynn ain’t herself rn 😩

“sting like a queen bee” 😂😂🤦🏾‍♀️ shut up fool

😩 okay lynn. You can go now. smh.

oh shit.

this is the part where grace comes and saves anissa right?

fuck khalil.

dammit i hope tayvon doesn’t die 😢

odell forever just poppin up at peoples cribs.

i know anissa ain’t just ask odell if he wants tea 🤣🤣 nice suit 🤣🤣 she seriously complimented her own suit and i just can’t. this scene is anissa anissaing at her finest.

wait. who just walks in somebody’s place up the stairs and shit 😩

gambi with the gun 😂😂😂😂

anissa... look anymore guilty i dare you.

OMG

i should’ve known that was grace ain’t no way anissa would’ve asked odell if he wanted tea 😂😂😂😂

so grace can be anyone 😮👀

henderson .... you know the truth man. come on.

timeout i know rev didn’t say we are in the house of the lord as a reason why henderson can’t arrest him 🤣🤦🏾‍♀️

tobias..... it’s been 5 minutes and you’re already playing that broken record again?!

tayvon 😢

nissas gonna take this hard.

his moms breaking my heart 😔

lynn.... will you stop with the word vomit?! jesus. odell doesn’t give a shit about you or your family.

PAUSE!!!! what the hell?!

Really was the shooting in the air necessary?

Jeff 😦😢

fuck the ASA.

wait hair is a meta too?! did he take jenn’s electricity?

this ending is heartbreaking and jenn and all those kids had to watch 😢

JENN ...seriously you cannot still be buying into this shit.

yupp. she is.

oh shit.

man they done tricked me like 100 times this episode.

fuck you doin bill?

FINALLY!!!!!!! everyone joining up!

LETS GO BILL!!

side note. lemme find out hair is who framed tayvon. ion remember his name so im calling him hair.

[dcmiiniic]

wuddup, is mini ! again so dom needed a revamp since some people left and now some things don’t make sense. also i know jackshit about sports unless it’s soccer or basketball. i have bamboozled myself, so i switched things around to fit connections better and just how dom is. :)

❛ new york’s very own Dominic Parker was spotted on broadway street in  Off-White White 3.0 Off-Court Sneakers. your resemblance to Reece King is unreal. according to tmz, you just had your twenty third birthday bash. while living in new york, you’ve been labeled as being impatient, but also idealistic. i guess being a sagittarius explains that. three things that would paint a better picture of you would be reading a book by the beach, torn up runners, and neon highlighters & ( cismale & he/him )

LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANNA KEEP CONNECTIONS, OR FIGURE OUT NEW ONES. LIKE THIS AND I’LL IM YOU 🖤

(if not imma just assume) 

Basic Information

Full Name: Dominic Omar Parker

Nickname(s): d, dom

Age: 23

Date of Birth: December 20th 1995

Zodiac sign: sagittarius

Hogwarts house: ravenclaw

Ethnicity: african-american/white

Nationality: american

Gender: cis male

Pronouns: he/him

Orientation: bisexual

Religion: agnostic

Language(s) Spoken: english

Accent: american

Favourites

Weather: summer

Colour: orange

Music: logic, big sean, etc.

Movies: the lion king

Sport: track + field

Beverage: hennessy or red label

Food: oxtail soup

Animal: sea lions + turtles

Family

Father: henderson parker

Mother: cassandra parker

Sibling(s): 3 siblings ( 1 sister, 2 brothers WC? )

Children:  aaliyah strawberry parker, 1 yr. (stormi webster fc) 

Pet(s): a turtle named franklin

BIOGRAPHY

The Parkers are a family known for their businesses worldwide through import + exports - of what ? we don’t ask. It’s more or less legit, but there’s some shady stuff under it all that no one really talks about. So, Dom’s mom is from the Bronx, and his dad is from Brooklynn, the two met at a house party, and were street pharmacists for awhile, just to get things started. They invested the money they made from their business into a consumer goods company that arose in mid 90′s, it becoming known worldwide. 

Dominic was raised with his siblings, him being the middle child and they were primarily raised by his grandmother in The Bronxx. 

At 10 years old, The Parker’s moved from NYC to California for a few years, and in Cali, Dom mainly studied since that’s really all he could do.

He was really into books, music, and going for runs a lot. Studying came easy to him.

Out of all his siblings, Dom got the higher grades without even trying, and that’s why his dad had super high hopes for him. There was a lot of pressure on him once his dad saw he was able to get straight A’s without having to stress very easily. 

Dominic never rlly saw himself as anything besides average - he knows he’s smart, and he can get away with a lot, but he really never cared, but seeing his dad be happy just from his accomplishments made him want to please him more.

@ 15 years old, The Parker’s moved back to NYC bc Dom’s dad wanted his kids to go to Uni back in NYC. While Dom wasn’t responsible with studying, he did well, and he got a lot of beatings from his grandmother when he didn’t study, or stayed out late a lot before an exam. 

It was a wild ride but at 18, he got into Columbia University for Law, and did 4 years to get his degree. As easy as it was for him to get that piece of paper and please his dad - and Dom was being groomed for the business - It was something Dominic didn’t want. He didn’t even like his degree at all if he was being honest. 

After getting his degree, and during the first year of his Master’s program, Dominic dropped out to pursue other interests. 

Dropping out of school caused a strain in his relationship with both his parents. For awhile Dominic was cut off and had to make way for himself. Good thing his name was already floating between bigger collaborations.

He was a socialite for awhile, attending parties, going to fashion week, being sponsored by brands. His whole life was kinda to just show up, and be this influencer. 

He’s opened up Youth programs in different parts of New York city to help kids become dreamers for a better future. 

On top of being a program co-ordinator, he’s diving his hands on creative/artistic directing for different brands. Right now it’s with Louis Vuitton, Balmain ( So think of Olivier Rousteing or Virgil Abloh  ) AND Nike.

He did this in 2 years, mf is poroductive af ok

A year and a half ago, Dom had a one night stand with some girl, and that wasn’t serious except for the fact that she got pregnant. That’s when Aaliyah Strawberry Parker was born! There’s no bad blood between dom and his baby mama (npc), except maybe that they don’t agree on things but it’s fine, it’s cool. Dom still does his best to be a dad, and he doesn’t really talk about his daughter in public cos he’s the type to keep that part as protective as possible, y’know? 

And you know, he’s still a mfng fuckboy, out here doing dumb isht.

PERSONALITY + HOW HE IS

Throwback Dom and present Dom are two different people. When he was younger, he took things a lot more seriously, mainly because he was oppressed to do the things he actually wanted to.

Now, he’s pretty laid back, but he has really good resting bitch face, most people will probably think he’s serious since he doesn’t smile too much.

He’s kind of always analyzing things inside his head. He loves a good book, puzzle, challenge.

Really, once you know him, he’s a goofball, pretty dumb. Loves his face masks and old books bc he likes the relaxing life too.

Take him to a party or anywhere really and he knows how to work a room. his smile is infectious and once you get him in a meeting, interview, etc, it’s like game time.

He’s pretty honest and blunt, and cares a little too much without wanting to care but acts like he doesnt care which he can pull off. Feelings man, they do these things to you. fkdfghdfsjkg

He’ll go for 10k runs just to let out steam, or just find some kind of work to do. so yes, he still loves track + field.

Sometimes too chill for his own good wELP

CONNECTIONS (i took from my old intro, but these can spark other connections. )

some connections based off of muse posts :)

one

two

three

four

five

six

seven

eight

nine

ten

besides that, i’m down for anything !

unrequited connections

toxic relationship/friendship

brotps

give me a SQUAD

first loves

childhood friendships

sibling type friendships

exes on good and bad terms

all the fwb~

creative type friends

enemies plots pls

crossword puzzle friends pls

[steveshcrringtons]

Holding Out For a Hero - Pt.1

pairing: Steve Harrington x OC (Kat Henderson) eventually

warning(s): uhhhh….none other than this being complete garbo

Word count: 2618

Author’s Note: Welp, I didn’t think I was going to ever write anything for my Stranger Things OC, but here I am being garbage all because I listened to Holding Out For a Hero and got some inspiration. Soooooo here’s part one of what was supposed to be a short Drabble and is now turning into a multipart “Drabble” series

tagging: @spider–bae

Summary: Kat Henderson gets sucked into the world of the interdimensional once again because of her little brother. However, this time she’s also got to deal with none other than Steve “The Hair” Harrington.     

Kat sighed as she pulled out the box of Meow-mix from the cabinet before handing it to her mom, knowing that it was time to feed Mews. Her mom started to call out for Mews while pouring out the cat food. Kat looked around the kitchen with a confused look on her face. Normally, the moment the box was shook, Mews came running to eat, but now she was nowhere to be found.

“Mews, come on it’s time to eat.” Kat called out as she looked down the hallway.

She heard the front door open and close before her mom greeted her brother. Kat soon came face to face with her younger brother, “Hey, Dus, have you seen Mews? It’s time for her to eat, and she’s not coming out.”

Kat barely got a look of recognition from her brother before he spoke as he opened his bedroom door, “Nope haven’t seen her.” He said quickly before practically shutting the door in her face.

She furrowed her eyebrows as she stared at the door now in front of her. Something seemed off with her brother and she didn’t know what it was, but she wasn’t going to press him about it. Instead, she headed back to her room to do her homework for the night, hoping that Mews came around soon or else her mom was going to go insane.

**

After about a half hour of doing her homework, she decided on a snack before heading out into the kitchen to see Dustin on the phone talking to someone while her mom watched,

“Thank you so much, Mr. McCorkle. Thank you so much. You are a true lifesaver. All right this was great. Thank you. All right. Have a good one. Bye-bye now. All right. You too.” He paused as he turned to their mom, a small smile on his face as he spoke, “All right great news.”

“They found her?” Their mom asked, holding back tears.

“No, but they saw her wandering around Loch Nora.”

That was all it took for their mom to lose it and start crying, “How did the poor baby get all the way out there?”

“I don’t know. Lost I guess.” Dustin replied, holding onto her arms, “But they’re gonna look for her. And I’ll stay here just in case they call again. And you’re gonna go help look. Yeah? Yeah?” He questioned as he pulled their mom in for a hug, “All right, give me a hug. Go get her.” When they pulled away, he smiled, “You’re gonna find her alright?”

She nodded before giving a weak smile through her tears, “Okay.”

“We can find her.” Dustin stated, giving two thumbs up as their mom started to gather her things.

Kat raised her eyebrows at how soothing and calm Dustin was being. Normally, he was never like this. She knew that there was something up, but she wasn’t sure what it was.

“We can find her.” Their mom replied, putting her sunglasses on.

“I love you.” Dustin said, blowing her two kisses.

“She’ll be okay, Mom, I love you.” Kat stated, earning a quick look from her brother.

“I love you both.” She replied as she hesitantly walked out the door.

“Alright, go.” Dustin said with a smile.

She gave a nod before closing the door. Once she had, Dustin wasted no time walking away from the door and phone and searching around the house.

“Care to tell me what’s actually going on? Where’s Mews, Dustin?” Kat asked as she followed her little brother around the house as he gathered a bunch of random supplies.

“Can’t you go somewhere else? I’m a little busy right now, Kat.” Dustin grumbled.

Kat flinched at the harshness in his voice. Dustin was never like that with her ever. The two were thick as thieves, and they never fought.

“No, Dustin, I can’t go anywhere else. Something is wrong. I’m your sister, just tell me what’s going on.”

“Nothing is going on, Kat, just drop it.”

Kat glared before she grabbed her brother’s arm, stopping him from moving any further down the hallway,

“Dustin! Tell me what’s going on. Now! You and I don’t lie to each other. That’s our thing! Now, tell me what happened or I swear to God, I’ll figure it out myself.”

Dustin sighed before he nodded and began to speak. She stayed silent as he informed her all about Dart and what exactly he was, or becoming. Kat knew all about the crazy shit that happened last year with Will. She hadn’t been hugely involved, but Dustin needed someone to talk to about everything, so he told Kat everything. She had a hard time believing it at first, but she knew that Dustin wouldn’t lie to her, so she had no other choice than to believe him.

Once Dustin finished talking, Kat sighed before she rubbed her temples,

“Sometimes I wonder about you, child.” She stated before she clapped her hands together, “Alright, let’s wrangle this thing.”

Dustin nodded before continuing his search for everything that he needed. The two didn’t speak as Kat helped him with his search, tossing him a package of bolognue from the fridge.

**

After burying Mews’ body, and cleaning the blood, for the most part, out of Dustin’s room, Kat was beyond tired. She opted to stay behind at the house in case Dart tried to escape while Dustin rode his bike to Mike’s house to get his help. Apparently, Mike would know what to do, and nobody else was picking up on Dustin’s code red he kept sending out, so they didn’t have many choices left.

It had gotten dark by the time Kat had heard any resemblance of Dustin coming home. She looked out the front door when she heard a car pull up, fearing it was their mother. However, the BMW parked outside did not belong to the woman Kat grew up calling mom. Instead, Steve “The Hair” Harrington got out of the driver’s seat with Dustin following closely behind. Kat frowned in confusion as she walked outside,

“What the hell is, Steve Harrington doing here, Dustin?” Kat asked, crossing her arms.

“He’s here to help, Kat.” Dustin replied as Steve opened up his trunk, tossing Dustin the keys to the car before he grabbed something out of it.

When the truck door closed, Kat could see he was holding a baseball bat with nails sticking out of it.

“Hey, Kitty Kat.” Steve said with a smirk, causing Kat to roll her eyes.

She and Steve had never been ones to see eye-to-eye on anything. He was the King of Hawkins High, and he made sure that everyone knew it. He thought he was hot shit, and Kat didn’t take any of his crap, causing the two to butt heads quite frequently. Kat’s friends constantly said that her resentment toward him was that she was mad that he picked Nancy Wheeler over her. Her friends never let Kat live down the fact that she had a massive crush on him freshman and sophomore year.

Kat neared the two, a glare set on Steve as she walked to them, “You really think a baseball bat with nails is gonna take this thing down? It ate our cat.” She stated, eyeing Steve up and down.

“It took down a fully grown one, so I think I’ll be fine, but thanks for the concern, Kitty Kat.” Steve replied with another smirk.

“Hi, we don’t have time for your guy’s sexual tension. Can we please move on?” Dustin seethed as he pulled the two over to the storm cellar.

Kat and Steve both shared the same look of disgust at her brother’s words, but kept quiet as they followed him over. The three of them stood hesitantly in front of the doors, waiting to hear something before Steve spoke,

“I don’t hear shit.” He stated.

“He’s in there.” Kat replied, attitude lacing her voice, “I watched Dustin put him in there.”

Steve looked over at the siblings before he tapped his bat lightly on the storm doors. He waited for a moment before he brought the bat up and hit the doors harder, causing Kat to jump slightly at the noise. There was a moment of silence before Steve turned, sticking the flashlight in Dustin’s face.

“Alright, kid, listen, I swear if this is some sort of Halloween prank, you’re dead.” He threatened.

Kat glared at the brunette before taking a step closer, ready to come to her brother’s defense.

“It’s not.” Dustin stated, “It’s not a prank. Get it out of my face.” He squinted to keep himself from being blinded.

“You got a key for this thing?” Steve asked, nodding his head at the storm cellar.

Kat took another step forward, shoving the flashlight out of Dustin’s face before she handed Steve the key to the lock.

He didn’t say anything to her as he took the key from her hand, quickly unlocking the chains and pulling the storm doors open. Kat and Dustin were sure to stand back away from the doors. Dustin pointed the flashlight down the steps, noticing that there was no dart. Steve quickly took the flashlight from Dustin’s hand before he shined it around to see more of the stairs,

“He must be further down there.” Dustin stated softly, “I’ll stay up here in case he tries to escape and go after my sister.”

Steve looked up at Dustin with an annoyed look before he looked back down at the stairs. He stood up slowly before he hesitantly headed down the stairs, bat tightly in his hand as he walked down. After a few moments of silence, Dustin spoke up, inching toward the doors. Kat followed closely behind.

“Steve?” Dustin asked nervously, “Steve, what’s going on down there?”

“Harrington, you okay?” Kat followed up.

Suddenly, there is a light in Dustin and Kat’s face, causing both of them to jump, grabbing each other’s hands before they realized that it’s Steve.

“Get down here.” Steve said.

Dustin and Kat slowly walked down the stairs to join Steve. Dustin’s face dropped when he noticed what Steve was holding on the end of his bat,

“Oh shit.” Dustin stated.

“What the hell is that stuff?” Kat asked as she tried to inspect it more.

“It’s Dart’s skin.” Dustin replied quickly before he turned to Steve.

Steve moved the flashlight to the corner of the room where there was a hole in the wall. Kat’s eyes practically bugged out of her head at the sight before Dustin spoke again.

“Oh shit!” He yelled.

“Where do you think it leads?” Kat asked curiously.

“Who knows.” Dustin grumbled before turning back to the door.

“Well it’s too dark now to try and find him. We can try tomorrow. We need to get some sleep.” Kat stated, putting her arm around her brother. She paused before turning to Steve, “I can make you a bed on the couch.”

“There’s no need. I can just head home. It's no big deal.” Steve replied as the three walked out of the storm cellar.

Kat shook her head before she spoke, “Not up for debate. Come on, Harrington.”

He sighed before nodding, following the Henderson siblings inside their house. Kat told Dustin to sleep in her room, so he didn’t have to inhale the bleach from cleaning the floor the entire night. She brought some extra blankets out from the hall closet and her bedroom before she made up the each couch for her and Steve.

“You really didn’t have to do this.” Steve stated as he stared at the couch.

Kat shrugged before she finished setting up her bed, “It’s fine. If that thing comes back for seconds, at least you’re closer to the door.” She replied, a small teasing tone in her voice.

She didn’t give him any time to respond before heading into the bathroom to change into her pajamas. When she returned to the living room, she noticed that Steve had gotten into his makeshift bed already. She was quick to flip out the light before making her way over to the couch where she set up her bed. Kat tried to feel around as she maneuvered her way through the dark, her eyes not yet adjusted, before she tripped on a stray shoe, losing her balance and falling onto a couch.

However, the couch she hoped to fall on was not the one she needed. There was an “oof” mixed with a groan as Kat fell on top of Steve,

“I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?” Kat asked instantly as she scrambled to get off of Steve.

“I’m fine. Are you okay?” He questioned.

“Yeah.” She replied as she stood, moving to her couch.

She was really glad the lights were off so he couldn’t see how red her face was from the situation. She got under the blankets and got comfortable as she took a breath,

“Night, Harrington.”

“Good night, Kitty Kat.”