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thestrangestthing89 · 1 year

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So I'm rewatching season 4 and I think there is another scene with Mike we haven't gotten all of yet (along with the scene of him and Hopper in the car in S3). The fight between Mike and El in Lenora seems like it was also cut off. El is upset and crying and Mike says "I care for you so much". It's the Dawsons Creek reference. Jack says this line to Joey when he's breaking up with her. That was his lead in to telling her he's gay. The next scene we see of them they are coming down the stairs (when the police come) and El is visibly calmer - at least until she gets arrested when she gets upset again. She stopped crying - she was still very much in the middle of a cry fest when we saw her a few minutes before. It seems like some time has passed. Not only that but when Mike first goes to talk to her, he's eating breakfast with Will and Jonathan is there reading the paper. The conversation we saw with Mike and El was about 2 min so Will and Jonathan would have still been eating in the kitchen. But we see them in the living room watching tv before they open the door for the police. They are very comfortable here and look like they've been sitting there for a while. It implies that more time has passed.

So I think their conversation went on longer than what we see. And Mike saying to Will that his fight with her seemed more adult would now make sense if that's the case. I wrote something a while back that Mike is using El as a code for Will because scenes like this don't make sense if they are about El. His fight with her that we saw was very immature and not more adult like he says. I still think that could apply to Will. But if there is more to that scene than it could be something else.

If they did end up having a discussion like on Dawsons Creek that would feel more adult. I stand by my earlier assessment that Mike was planning on breaking up with her in Lenora and I think he maybe did that here. But they were in the middle of talking about it when the police showed up. So he felt even guiltier because he didn't fully get to explain himself. He spends the rest of the season being worried that he doesn't fit into her life at all. And it's because they didn't get a chance to discuss this fully before she ran off to the lab. He thinks she hates him now. When they reunite they don't even kiss or attempt to. Usually it's El who initiates those moments in their reunions but she doesn't. When they get to the pizza place El seems like she could be breaking up with him, but if there is more to that conversation she could just be picking up their conversation where they left off. Which is why Mike starts nervously rambling. Their interaction after is very sibling like and neither of them seems to think this is weird. And during his monologue El just seems annoyed. She knows he's full of shit to begin with but if they are already broken up and she knows why it would further explain her facial expressions during this moment. And would also further explain why they are so exasperated with each other at the cabin. We know they talked a little bit in the two day jump but it was about the situation with Henry. They don't have much else to say to each other about their relationship at this point so there was no reason for them to discuss more than that.

El also seems kind of annoyed with Will too which sticks out to me. He hasn't spoken to her at this point and we know that because he asks Mike if he has. It's like she's avoiding both of them. It makes sense if she knows how Mike feels now but she hasn't spoken to Will about it yet.

There are signs after they reunite with El at the lab that she is noticing Mike and Will. Several other people got into this more so I won't here, but it makes sense if she started paying more attention to Mike and Will after Mike explained his feelings in Lenora. She knows there is something to notice now and she was already starting to pick up on it before (at the airport and with Will's weirdness) she just didn't have enough info to connect the dots.

Edit: Decided to add a part 2

#byler #anti mileven

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sirtadcooper · 6 months

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I was tagged by: @matbaynton - thank you! <3

Tag someone you want to know AND/OR some of your besties.

This turned into a monster of a thing so I'm sticking it under a cut!

Favourite colour: I am rubbish at this question. I love various colours in various contexts, but at the moment I am really gravitating towards greens. Green is a colour I haven't paid much attention to before, but for some reason over the last few months I have taken an interest in it. I even bought a solid green jumper!

Last song: When Things Explode by Unkle. It's a song I first heard on an episode of Person of Interest and it's now on one of my YouTube music playlists. Takes me right back!

Last movie: I had to check my Letterboxd for this - that's how often I'm watching films at the moment! It was the 1995 version of Persuasion that I rewatched at the end of August. A film I only discovered recently but has become one of those instant comforting favourites.

Currently watching: Oh heck - I'm struggling to keep track, there are so many! I'm watching The English at the moment. Also Outsiders series 2, Taskmaster series 16, New Girl (on season 2), This Farming Life series 6 with my dad on a Sunday morning, All Creatures Great and Small series 4, Fletchers' Family Farm series 2, Schitt's Creek with @phantomviola (on season 5), The Musketeers (series 2) and Black Books (series 3) with @userdjarin and who could forget Our Flag Means Death season 2 which has taken over my brain! Along with all that I squeezed in a Primeval series 2 rewatch which I finished the other night. [slaps roof of my brain] this bad boy can fit so many narratives in it.

Other stuff I watched this year: HAH! I have an IMDb list of TV shows I've watched this year! It's long as heck! Silk, The IT Crowd, Black Sails, The Last of Us, Lost in Space, Endeavour, The Terror, Arrested Development, Community, Vicious, Prehistoric Planet, Why Didn't They Ask Evans?, Ted Lasso, Miranda, The North Water, His Dark Materials, And Then There Were None, Jonathan Strange & Mister Norrell, The Great British Sewing Bee, The Bear, Blackadder, 30 Rock, Chernobyl and The Expanse. And those are just the ones worth mentioning! And some of these I watched four times! Okay, one thing. Okay, it was The Terror.

As for films, it's a poor show this year - I haven't watched as many (see above for reason why). I have seen the latest Spiderverse film and I've love to see Barbie!

Shows I dropped this year/didn’t finish: The Mandalorian (sob!), Vikings (I think I was maybe an episode or two shy of finishing the first season but... man... I just wasn't having fun), My Crazy Ex-Girlfriend (to be fair this might have been last year, I can't remember, but I know I stopped a few episodes into season 2), Fleabag (I watched one or two episodes... wasn't quite for me).

Currently reading: Darwin by Adrian J. Desmond and James R. Moore (about 100 pages in but I'm taking this one slow because I'm not hyperfixating on him) and Dead Famous by Greg Jenner which I am taking even slower. I've read quite a few books related to the Franklin Expedition this year (thanks, The Terror) and for a while I was reading pretty solidly but I guess that's what hyperfixation does to you!

Currently listening to: I'm not really listening to music much these days thanks to YouTube's annoying ad blocker pop-up so I'm typing this in silence, haha! But podcast-wise I'm doing great. Three Bean Salad is probably my favourite podcast at the moment. The humour is just too good, and I look forward to hearing the lads every week. I'm also binging The Rest is History which is a bit more serious but still has its fun moments. I'm also listening to Off Menu, No Such Thing as a Fish, The Bones Booth, Taskmaster: The Podcast, The Mariner's Mirror Podcast, and odd episodes of RHLSTP if I know the guest. I save podcasts for when I'm doing something like washing the dishes, walking or driving.

Currently working on: Now that the puppy I found at the end of August is vaccinated, she can go out and about, and that has led to me abandon the polymer clay for a while to return to a hobby that I haven't spent much time on since early 2020 at the latest. I wanted to make her some nice collars and leads so she looks smart for our walks which I will inevitably be photographing. I know it's kind of hard to see but I made this collar and lead for her.

I was a bit worried that I'd forgotten how to sew the leather but thankfully not. I have a few more straps of leather lying around that I'd like to make into collars and leads as well. And several rope leads that need whipping (you wrap thinner twine around the thicker rope to finish it and protect the end from fraying) but I'm having to take my time with those because the twine is murder on my soft, delicate, feminine hands. I can whip maybe four leads before my fingers are red. It's worth the pain!

Current obsession: Our Flag Means Death has taken over my life once again. Whatever happens in the finale next week, I know I will be a mess. Heck, I'm already a mess.

I'm tagging: some recent mutuals so we can get to know each other, but no pressure! @tigerballoons, @woofety, @jackharkness, @jddryder, @ajcrowleys and @skatingthinandice! <3

#matbaynton #tagged #i have a lot of stuff going on now that i see it written down haha #anyway that was fun! i'll try to get a few more things done that i've been tagged in

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jostepherjoestar · 3 years

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Hey can I get some HC's for Bruno, abbacchio, kakyoin,fugo and Jonathan. Sometimes I rock i rock back n forth in my chair subconsciously (cause ADHD is wack)and I'm always embarrassed by it in front of new people.i need to know how my husband is would react 🥺😭

Bruno, Abbacchio, Kakyoin, Fugo, Jonathan with s/o who stims HC’s

Honestly was such a nice prompt, it reminded me of my best friend since she does this too sometimes (she also has ADHD). Lots of love and take care <3 (pls correct me if i made a mistake in describing or wording stuff)

Bruno

The first time he sees you rock back and forth is while you’re both watching a movie. He was already holding your hand, resting it on your lap as you sat crosslegged on the fancy couch. During a lull in the movie he finally decided to bring it up.

It worried him a little, maybe you weren’t enjoying the movie or maybe the amount of action was stressing you out. He gently asked if you were alright while he unfurled his hand from yours and padded it on your thigh.

You hadn’t even realised you were doing it, you’d been focusing on the movie to your best abilities. Bruno had a calm aura around him and always had your back, so when you’re close to him the clatter seems to wind down. Your cheeks flushing a little but the reassuring look he gave you made love bubbles dance in your stomach.

After you explained it to him he was glad you told him so he doesn’t have to worry. To your surprise (but not really, since he truly loves you so much) he begins to ask all sort of questions about what he can do for you and how to make you the most comfortable.

Seeing him be so supportive and lovely made you fall in love all over again, hugging him tightly as he rewinds the movie from the point it broke off.

Abbacchio

Abbacchio panicked the first he saw you do it. He didn’t really show it outwardly but he thought immediately he did something wrong. After he worriedly asked if you were ok you thought it was kind of funny to see him worry like that. You assured him you were alright and this just happened sometimes.

He was assured by your words but still felt like he did something wrong, because of course this man always thinks he messed up. He offers you his hand to fidget with or he opts to rub your hand with his thumb while holding yours if he’s close to you. Abbacchio enjoys the extra attention and touch, it brings him a little peace of mind and hopefully also to you.

The more he knows about you, the more he tries to figure out how to do his best for you. Of course not letting you forget that he’s still a cocky bastard sometimes when you try to braid his hair while watching the news.

Kakyoin

"Are you feeling ok?” he asks as he puts a hand on your back. It’s the first time he’s seen you do this and he was more curious than worried. Your expression told him you weren’t in pain so he was more interested as to why you were doing it.

He loves learning all sorts of things, building his own mental encyclopedia with all sort of cool facts and knowledge he picks up from whoever. That doesn’t take away that he greatly appreciates you as a person though. He’s just very interested in what you have to tell him.

It assures him that you’re ok when you talk about it. He figures that whenever he sees you doing it later on he’ll decide to bring the missing stimulation, trying to make you laugh by telling lame one liners.

Fugo

Fugo already knows what’s going on before you have to tell him. He’s noticed your behaviour and recognised himself in you on occasion. When his anxiety is getting the worst of him he finds himself tapping his leg furiously or rubbing his hands.

He asks you about it though, staring hours long of conversation about your experiences and his, but mostly listening intently to what you have to say.

The two of you having a silent understanding that the others of the Bucci gang are a little jealous of. You help each other out but notices it’s mostly him checking in on you often, appreciating his worry and kindness. He also just wants to do his best for you.

Jonathan

Jonathan couldn’t help but hug you when he saw you rock back and forth, his large figure hugging you from behind as you smiled at his touch. You could feel him smile against your neck as he placed a kiss on it, his breath tickling you, making you laugh and struggle against his arms around you.

“Everything alright, darling?” he asked sweetly, the sun was setting on the beautiful landscape in front of you. You were having an afternoon picnic today in a gorgeous meadow, a small creek running a little further along. You hummed in reply, wondering what he meant. He asked you about the rocking and a little abashed you answered him.

He told you not to worry about him, he just wants to see you be as happy as possible. After a little thinking he asks if you’d perhaps want to do some Hamon training to help, he’d been thinking about asking you for a while and thought this was perhaps the perfect timing.

You politely declined, assuring him that it wasn’t something he had to ‘fix’. The rest of the afternoon being spent in his assuring arms, playing with each others hands, telling funny stories and recalling the nice memories you had made together so far.

#cozy request #sfw #neutral pronouns #gender neutral reader #bruno x reader #abbacchio x reader #kakyoin x reader #fugo x reader #jonathan x reader #jjba x reader #jjba headcanons #jjba imagines

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shleepys · 3 years

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AYYYY I hope you all were safe over the holidays and continue to stay safe over these next few months! Right now my state is dealing with record high covid numbers and a bunch of snow, might be different for you guys but hey, even though we're kicking off the start of a new year we still have to be aware of what's been going on and continue to push through it. But yeah!

We can finally reveal for the @harringroveholidayexchange, so I hope you enjoy what I made for the amazing @catharrington! I don't know how everyone else is formatting theirs if they did fic and art but I'm going to put both here! 💕

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Overlooked

prompt! - I’ve always loved the differences in the two boys while growing up, I imagine Steve having huge Christmas parties with champagne flutes and the works and Billy being invited and happy to spend time with Steve, he really is!, it’s just a lot he isn’t used to. All up to author interpretations: make as fluffy or angsty as you want ;)

summary! - Steve forgets they were supposed to hang out elsewhere while his parents threw their annual Christmas party and agrees to stay.

Luckily, Billy doesn’t mind!

The only problem is, they don’t get to hang out... and Billy starts to feel overlooked.

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Billy couldn’t be more out of place.

Parties were his thing, don’t get that wrong. He could get drunk, smoke, fuck, do whatever and if Steve was with him, only then it was infinitely better.

But this wasn’t a party. Not the party he knew. It felt more like a corporate gathering or a birthday for someone he didn’t know and he only ended up on the list because his boyfriend’s involved. Which wouldn’t be a problem if everyone around him wasn’t two to three times his age and he actually got to hang out with said boyfriend.

But it’s fine. It’s been fine so far.

Crystal champagne flutes and ugly holiday sweaters just aren’t necessarily Billy’s forte. He can’t fathom how much Steve’s parents spent on this party alone and can only bet that it cost more than the monthly payment for the house on Cherry Road. Not that he has much resentment towards what Steve’s parents do with their money but it just seems… unnecessary.

He takes a sip from his flute, rustling the jacket resting on his lap before leaning further into the sofa to try and wait this out despite already being here for what seems like hours. Billy gradually looks up again and stares into the other room where he can see Steve and his parents.

He can’t see their faces, but he can see Steve’s. Their backs are turned to him - Steve’s off to the side - they’re merely silhouettes so he can’t tell if his parents are just being gregarious or snobby. Then again, neither of them really talk about their parents so Billy has no clue.

Billy watches as a couple leaves, the discomfort continues to overrule Steve’s face as suddenly another appears and the cycle starts over again for what seems about the hundredth time. He huffs, kicking the shagged carpet beneath him before lowly cursing himself out. Should he have reminded him what they were going to do tonight? Or would Steve have rather stayed here?

He can’t tell whether or not Steve’s just over some of the pretentious attitudes and comments he’s overheard in the past hour or that he’s trying to break the chain and get over to him so they can do something together. He could always get drunk and wait for Steve to get done, he knows where the brunette keeps a bottle of scotch that he stole from his dad’s liquor cabinet in the office.

He blinks, lips sucked in to form a seal as he thinks. “Should I go home?” Billy whispers, soft and hurt. There’s not really a point in staying and maybe he can see if Jonathan has anything new to smoke. Deep, contemplative breath.

Billy stands up and discards his glass on the side table next to him before throwing on his coat and grabbing his scarf. Everything from then to going outside flashed by like a blur, nothing of importance really stricken in his mind other than colored sweaters and the sheen of champagne glasses hitting his eye. His breath is almost heavy as he opens the door and a wave of ice rushes over him. It bites at his nose, almost makes him want to itch it but he ventures out regardless. Billy slowly closes it behind him.

Billy sighed softly, eyes falling to the ground. It’s been snowing all day. Coming and going with the wind and dusting every road, house, and tree with freckles of white. Granted, everything was coated before it got too dark and hopefully, the roads weren’t iced over for any of the poor drunks inside. Steam rolled from his mouth as he exhaled before taking a deep breath. Billy threw the end of his scarf over his shoulder and looked out where his car should be, a somber smile passing his lips but twisting into a frown. Steve told him he could park where his family parks.

His feet felt like they were superglued to the deck, that, or like boulders had been tied to the ends of them. Billy bit his bottom lip and fidgeted with his coat pockets, sort of kicked the snow from under him.

He swallowed hastily, a lump bouncing in his throat as he looked out again. Couldn’t pinpoint the emotion to anything else but a pang of burning guilt. Maybe he should have just gone up to him, shouldn’t have made a big deal out of feeling left out, taken him away from his parents so they could go upstairs or leave.

Someone jerked open the sliding doors. Light poured from the inside, Billy twisted around to identify the backlit figure expecting a drunk only to find a breathless, seemingly worried Steve. Billy wanted to furrow his brows and walk off into the snow where he knew damn well Steve wouldn’t go into with house shoes on, but for some reason, he stayed put. Watches as Steve shuts the door behind him and rubs at his arm.

“What are you doing out here?”

Billy doesn’t respond.

Steve seems to catch on, and their eyes lock.

There have been times when Billy goes outside during a party to catch his breath, maybe sneak around back to talk to Steve about one thing or another, maybe drunkenly make out and hope no one was watching or Tommy had their back. But they hadn’t been to a party for a long while, not since September. And, Billy doesn’t just bring his car keys with him to ‘catch his breath’.

Billy broke contact with a sharp ‘huh’. “Did you forget about me?"

“What? No! Why would you think that?” Steve shuddered, pulling his hands into his sleeves.

Billy looked back up with dagger-like eyes, “Because it seems an awfully lot like you did.”

“Well, I didn’t.”

He could bite back, the very opportunity hanging in front of his nose. But he didn’t. Instead, a familiar quiver caught his lip. Lingering feelings creeping up and forcing his hand to itch at his pocket. Billy shook his head, eyes falling to the ground.

Steve frowned, aware of the events to follow. He’s known the other long enough to recognize the outline of Marlboros in any pocket. Deep down wishes there was some other habit Billy bid in, but that’s a matter of discussion that needs to be saved for later.

Eventually, the pack came out. Steve chewed on the inside of his cheek as he watched Billy, his lighter flaring until the end emitted a pale red before shakily tucking it away. He shook his head again slow and somber like.

“I’m sorry.” Billy started, hands moving along with his words. “And it’s not that I don’t want to be here. You’re just,” he sighed, “busy.”

Steve’s lips sealed tightly at the comment. He saw the discomfort present in the other’s sentences, could feel guilt churn in the pit of his stomach. Thing is Steve wasn’t the slightest bit spiteful, he was pissed at himself for not taking action to check up on the other. Not considering bringing another friend with them in case something like this happened. He’s upset because they were supposed to do something together tonight besides this but he forgot and agreed to be here. Steve watched him take a drag, self-spite running through his veins.

The corners of Steve’s eyes pinched, his throat tightening as he spoke, “No, I’m sorry! This sucks, this whole thing has sucked. I stressed myself out over decorating for the party and was so excited to hang out! I didn’t mean to agree but I forgot! And mom and dad keep introducing me to people. I- I wanted to spend time with you! I didn’t want to be here!” Steve took a step forward before shaky inhale. “This is my fault, this shouldn’t have happened.”

The next few seconds were the two boys staring at one another, each waiting on the other to say something. Billy was at a loss. Steve had a million thoughts streaming through his mind, hoping that the blonde wouldn’t just turn away and leave.

Eventually, Billy glanced at the door, peering through to check if the blinds were shut as a faint smile appeared. Billy’s lips pressed against Steve’s before he could protest, his hand meeting to cup the brunette’s jaw and brush over the apple of his cheek with his calloused thumb and cigarette in the other. Steve’s tears wetted his cheeks, he didn’t mind it all that much. The shock melted into comfort as Steve cherished the kiss, pouted when Billy slowly pulled away from him. The slight tinge of champagne lingering on the other’s lips, the heat of their bodies giving them a little warmth.

Billy craned his head - albeit Steve was taller - until their foreheads met.

“Don’t apologize. I get it.” Billy whispered. Steve gave a small, dismissive ‘huff’.

“My boyfriend should come before a stupid party. I should have told them otherwise.”

Billy shook his head. “The party’s nice. You beat yourself up too much over this kind of stuff, I forget things too. Remember the creek?”

Steve giggled, lips twisting into a smile. “In July when you were supposed to meet me there and didn’t show up? And I stayed there all night?”

Billy frowned as he thought into it, the bitter call at one in the morning that turned into a week of not talking to one another. It ended nicely though - if ‘nice’ was drunk car sex in the middle of the woods. There wasn’t much of an apology there but hey, they’re still trying to work on things and figure out how exactly relationships work because they aren’t exactly a sixty-year-old couple with forty years of experience behind the boy’s backs.

“I still owe you for that. Sorry.” His eyes fell to the deck as he pulled his head away, bumping his cigarette against his finger and watching the ash fall.

After Steve noticed the shift he got quiet, frowned, and eyes followed Billy’s to the wooden boards below. “Don’t apologize,” Steve echoed with a light smile. Gently Steve grabbed Billy’s scarf and drew him in for a slower, deeper kiss.

People forget things, that’s human nature. And sometimes they can be a bit dumb about it too. But this was going to be the boy’s first Christmas, granted it wasn’t exactly Christmas yet, but it was important to them both. Spending time with a significant other on a holiday was amazing even if they can’t shout it out to everyone they know.

These moments always have a sort of energy to them. When the boys share a wordless amalgamation of self-deprecating thoughts after ‘messing something up’ and those little habits come out to bite to express those thoughts oh so clearly. It’s a ball of weird energy that shines in self-hate that the two have been working to eliminate and hey, they’ve gotten pretty far! But, it’s still there. Smiling in the corner of the boy’s minds. Ready to strike at any moment. It’s just a lot smaller now.

Because again, don’t have the forty years and that’s perfectly valid even if the two don’t seem to realize it.

Billy leaned into the sweet kiss before Steve drew back. Billy chuckled and wrapped his arms around the other as he tucked his face into Steve’s neck. Steve shook again, this time cuddling up to the other and ravishing in the heat and short breaths coming out of them both.

“I wanna go inside,” Steve mumbled, rubbing at the other’s back.

Billy laughed and slowly pulled away to look at Steve. “Too cold?”

“I’m in a sweater and sweatpants,” Steve pulled on his scarf again and toyed with the frayed ends. The grin Billy responded with brimmed with bliss, his hand roaming up and held the other’s with a firm hold,

“I’ll meet you inside.”

Steve had ventured back into the party while Billy snuffed his cigarette into the deck, eventually, the two found one another next to the food Steve’s parents had catered instead of cooking this year. Only thing that wasn’t in foil baking trays was the Christmas cookies that Billy had been dying to try ever since Steve brought them up at the beginning of December. Drinks clattered in group cheers from the surrounding areas, the smooth music now bearable. He never expected that a party this foreign to him would turn out for the better. Never thought he would feel… like a part of it? The crystal flutes, richies, and overall appeal still don’t rock with him, but with Steve, he has someone there for him. And that’s all Billy could ever ask for.

Thankfully, he didn’t feel like he was going to projectile vomit champagne anymore… the nausea sort of faded after Steve kissed him outside. Billy turned to Steve, noting the rosy shade still dancing on the apples of his cheeks from outside.

“Your sweater isn’t that ugly,” Billy emphasized, chewing on an ornament-shaped cookie.

Steve shook his head with an amused sigh, sweeping the crumbs from his shirt. “This isn’t that kind of party, if it was I would’ve had you help me make one.”

“Are you sure? Because I don’t think Karen from Fiance got the memo.” Billy pointed into the crowd at the woman in question. Her sweater took the cake for one of the ugliest, tensile hangs from her torso, lights strung all over, buttons on the brink of falling off. “You think she beats her kids over the head with a bible?” Steve rolled his eyes. Billy smirked at the little glare he’d received. “You should have pulled out your grandmother’s cat vests.”

Steve gagged, eyes wide and ridden with disgust. “Keep talking and you’re going to make me throw up. I never want to see those again.” Billy snorts and Steve shoves him with a laugh, “It’s not funny!”

“But you’re laughing!” Billy remarks and lightly bumps him back returning the bubbling laughter.

A woman seems to overhear their laughs and spins around with the biggest and brightest grin Billy’s ever seen. It kind of startled him. Doesn’t know who she is, doesn’t care to know until he recognizes the cat vest and how familiar those brown, round doe eyes are. She runs up to them, curls bouncing on her shoulders as she approaches with a drink in hand. Mrs. Harrington gasped, grabbing onto Steve’s sweater with eyes darting between both boys, “Is this Billy?”

Steve smirks and rolls his eyes again. “Hi, Mom. I’m back Mom.” She lightly wacks him in the arm. “Yes! This is Billy.”

Her eyes lit up, dazzled with happiness as she stuck her attention on the blonde as he snuck another cookie in his mouth. “Steve talks about you all the time!”

“What? No, I don’t!” Steve’s eyebrows knit together as he tried to defend himself but deep down knew there was no hope, especially after Billy gave him that smug but appreciative little look as his mom went on her story-telling rampage.

Billy laughs, almost in disbelief, “Really?”

“He talks about all of his friends, really. But, oh! When it comes to you he goes on and on and on, he really thinks you’re something.” Billy watched as the tips of Steve’s ears tinted themselves red and smirked. An interesting conversation for later. “I’m so upset that I haven’t been able to meet you until now! You two are always out or asleep by the time I get home.”

Billy’s brows quirked in an expression of sarcasm. “Well, thank you for not waking me up at two in the morning to introduce yourself.”

Mrs. Harrington chuckled, shaking her head before putting her hand on Steve’s shoulder. “I’m going to go get another drink. Oh, and Billy!” She paused and made eye contact, “If you want to come over for Christmas, you’re more than welcome too! Just tell Steve so I know.”

Billy’s brows flew upwards, blush rising and Steve picking it up instantly. She waved goodbye before walking around them and going off on her journey into another room. The boys stared again, each waiting on the other to say something until the brunette spoke up.

"She likes you," Steve muttered, ears still red as ever.

"You talk about me to her? I think that's cute."

He huffed. Had to stop himself from leaning against the other to hide his face. "Mom likes knowing what friends are up to."

Billy loosely smiled, slowly bumping into Steve with his hip before getting a light bump back. “You look a lot like her.” Steve shook his head.

“Not as much as my dad,” Steve turned to see if he was there and frowned when he didn’t see the other but slowly faded into a smile. “I don’t know where he is, he would have loved to meet you.”

The boys got quiet again.

Billy cleared his throat, his head tilted down as if to duck away to hide his blush and the movement didn’t go unnoticed by Steve. “About coming over for Christmas-”

“I want you to.” He softly tugged on his jacket to get his attention. Eventually, Billy made eye contact, grinned with a chuckle following behind. Christmas with Steve? His caring boyfriend, twenty million cookies, a few possible presents, and… some loving parents?

Billy couldn’t be happier.

#stranger things #billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #steve harrington x billy hargrove #st #strangerthings #harringroveart #fic #art #harringroveholidayexchange #happy holidays #happy new year!

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fanonymousfan · 7 years

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The Sound of Silence

Okay, I just got back from traveling and my plane had gotten delayed by three hours and I got back home at friggin 3 am and I'm tired but I stayed up writing this. And I started crying when writing this and I am so tired I'm going to bed now enjoy okay goodnight (Also sorry this one is shorter but still important)

Chapter 6

“Where is she?!” the woman cried.

“Ma’am, please calm down. You must understand that you cannot go in while-” the doctor started, trying to keep the hysterical lady from getting through the door.

“I don’t care! I need to see her!” she yelled.

“Sweetie, it’s best if we wait for permission.” the man behind her soothed. “They’re only doing their job.”

“Don’t you want to know Edward?!” she turned on him. “What happened?!”

“Mom, we’ll know as soon as they can let us,” the boy explained. “It won’t do her any good if we interrupt something important.”

“I…” she began, searching for a claim. “I… I’m sorry, Quinten. I just…” she began sobbing. “I just want to know if your sister is…”

“It’s okay, Dawn.” Edward pulled his wife into his chest. “Our girl is strong, she’ll come out of this perfectly fine.”

He led her back to the waiting area and sat. He held her close as her sobs turned to quiet sniffling before going completely quiet. Quinten continued to stand, eventually pacing the small space. His mother's impatience had worn off on him.

Edward had been watching his son pace for a few minutes. “Quin,” he said. “Go see if we can stay here at the hospital overnight.”

Quinten nodded and made his way to the front desk.

“How..?” Dawn muttered. “How did this happen?”

Edward sighed. “I’ve already asked the police, but do you really want to know from me?”

“I just want to know…” she looked down at her phone, it was getting close to eleven.

“Alright, well…” he began. “The police so far have said it was an accident. The car had been leaving an after-party. There had been alcohol at the party so they’ve deducted that those in the car were driving under the influence-”

“My baby wouldn’t do that. She would never go drinking.” she glared up.

“Well, just because the driver was drunk, doesn’t mean she was.” he countered. “It’s likely she never even had a drop.”

His wife nodded. “Yeah… yeah, that makes more sense.”

“...do you want me to go on?” he asked.

“Yes please.” she whispered.

“Um… Let’s see. They were driving over the bridge on Grace Avenue when the car jumped the edge and hit the bottom of the creek. A young boy called the police and they sent ambulances. Three of the kids were brought here, including her.”

Dawn didn’t say anything, so they just sat in their own grief. Eventually, Quinten returned.

“They said we can, but they don’t have anything to give us for our stay.” he confirmed.

“Alright, I can go back to the house and-” Edward said, shifting.

“No, Dad. I can go. You and Mom should stay here and wait on her.” Quinten offered.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather stay?” Edward questioned.

“I’m sure. Is there anything specific I should get?” he said as he took the keys from his father.

“Yes, actually,” Dawn said, perking up. “In our room on in my nightstand, on the bottom drawer, there should be a tin of dark chocolate squares. She loves those, but I had to hide them before she ate them all and I couldn’t have a piece.”

Edward smiled. “I think she deserves them after such a rough night.” his wife nodded in agreement.

“Alright, I’ll be back in a half hour.” Quinten said, turning and walking out the door.

He passed through the hallways, which were dotted with nurses, doctors and a handful of police. He made his way out to his father's car.

As he turned to move in between cars, he nearly ran into a boy about his age making the same turn.

The boy had dark red hair and a tan complexion, he was a little shorter than Quinten and kept a blank face as he stopped before hitting Quinten, as to not run into him.

“Sorry, excuse me.” Quinten mumbled, slipping past the boy. They continued on their ways.

As Quinten reached the car, he felt his eyes beginning to burn. “Oh Sammy…” he whispered, sitting heavily in the driver's seat of the car. “What happened?”

* * *

It was bright.

Samantha shut her eyes again, the room was a pristine white and it hurt her eyes to look at everything.

“Sir! Sir, she’s conscious.” a woman said.

“That’s good, is she stable?” a man’s voice responded. “Is she aware?”

Samantha struggled to move, she began to lift an arm but someone forced it back down. A woman in a nurses uniform leaned over her. “No no, sweetie. You don’t need to be moving around.”

She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came. It felt like she wasn’t even trying to talk. She tried again but flinched as her throat began to ache.

“Oh no no no. You shouldn’t speak. You’ll damage them more.” the nurse began to become frantic at her attempts to question them. Samantha obediently closed her mouth.

A man came over, his expression grim. “Hello, Samantha. I’m Dr. Jonathan Midiki, and this is Nurse Emily Sokoma. You’ve been asleep for a few days now.”

She started, trying to sit up, but the nurse placed a calming hand on her shoulder.

“Now, Miss Samantha, we don’t want you damaging yourself even more.” the doctor calmed her. He picked up a photo and presented it to her. “Do you know what this is?”

She shook her head, she couldn’t even describe what it was.

“Those are your vocal cords. They open when you're not speaking so you can breathe, and close when you speak.” he tapped the opening. “Currently, both the right and left cords are open, and will remain that way.” he st the photo down and looked straight into her eyes. “They are paralyzed, they can’t close.”

Samantha remained staring, confused. They’re paralyzed? What does that do? If they’re open then I can breathe so I won’t die. But if they can’t close…

I can’t speak.

I’ll never speak again.

A horrified look dawned on her face. The doctor and nurse nodded sadly. “You’ve figured it out, haven’t you. You are unable to speak.

“Usually, there is an operation we can perform to allow it to function again. However, there is a higher risk of damaging them further, rather than fixing the issue. Your parents have agreed that we are not to risk your voice box any further.” the doctor informed.

Tears began rolling down her face. She couldn’t speak at all. She would never sing again. She couldn’t talk or laugh with her friends. She’d never answer a question in school ever again.

“If you would like, your parents and brother can come in.” the nurse offered.

Samantha hesitated. They shouldn’t see her like this. She had to control herself, they wouldn’t want to see her crying.

But the child in her was sobbing, wailing for her mother to hold her. For her father to wipe away her tears. For her brother to tell her it would be okay.

She didn’t care anymore. She nodded and the nurse went to fetch them.

“Samantha,” the doctor began. “You must understand that your life will be more difficult without direct communication. My best suggestion is either writing down what you want to say or learning sign language.” Dr. Midiki handed her a card. “This woman can teach you everything about it, if you choose to learn sign language.”

Samantha accepted the card as her mother rushed into the room. “My baby!” she practically collapsed on Samantha, which stung whatever injuries she had.

Her dad and brother soon followed. It was as she imagined. Her mother held her tight, her father wiped her tears, and her brother soothed her with words.

It was as it should have been, but Samantha still cried.

Because Everything was different now.

But she couldn’t tell them that. She couldn’t say a word.

#chapter 6 #ch 6 #The Sound of Silence #SoS #the incident #short #im tired #what is sleep #tears

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