Will comig out to Joyce and/or Jonathan with Mike as his boyfriend. (they'd probably be like 15/16 ish)
Will had been trying to plan this for about three months, although Mike insisted it had been about a year. Not that either of them had been counting or anything, but they had been sort-of dating to definitely-dating for the last year and a half of high school. But again, neither of were counting. Counting meant they were anxious, which Will totally wasn’t. Of all things in his life, his brother wasn’t the scariest. But, without Mike on the phone or in the room, yeah, actually Jonathan was.
Will was adjusting his shirt collar, giving himself something to focus on as he waited for his brother to come into the room. They were supposed to have dinner with Mike any minute– the other guys were busy tonight, Mom. It’s just Mike– and Will was trying to not look like a jittery mess. It was up for debate whether or not he was succeeding.
“Hey, buddy. What’s up?” Jonathan asked, ducking into the room and taking a seat on Will’s bed.
“Would you shut the door?” Will pointed to the wide opening. He could hear his mother in the kitchen; if he could hear her, she could hear them.
“Sure. Is there something wrong?” He asked, closing the door over, careful not to alert their mother to the shutout.
“It’s about Mike.” Will said slowly, crumpling his starched collar in his hands.
“Okay… Did something happen?” Jonathan remained standing. He looked nervous, already ready to leap into action, even when Will hadn’t said more than three words. Why did this have to be the scariest thing Will had ever done?
“No. Just… We’re not really friends anymore.” Will said, starting himself off slow.
“Wow.” Jonathan breathed. “Didn’t see that coming. What happened?” This was the part Will struggled to find the words to express. Mike said to just say it, but Will was too scared. He wanted to use other people’s words. It made it easier for him.
“Remember what Dad used to say… He used to say that I was… weird.” Will rolled his eyes and tugged on his collar again. “Called me a… ya know.”
“Did Mike call you that?” Jonathan asked, his head tilting closer as if to better hear Will.
“No no no!” Will cried, turning away from his mirror to wave Jonathan down. “No. Some other kids did last week.”
“Well why the hell did they do that?” Jonathan asked, already trying to leave the room and chase some phantom bully that had no face but had every name on their lips.
“Because we were holding hands.”
“Oh.” Jonathan stepped away from the door, hands falling to his sides and mouth remaining open as he muttered in his revelation. “Oh.”
“You two aren’t ‘friends’ anymore meaning you two are…”
“Boyfriends.” There it was. Sometimes it burned Will to say, but this time it came out smoothly– something he wasn’t sure he was doing.
“I get it now.” Jonathan nodded.
“Is…Is that okay?” Will mumbled, looking down at his shoes. Mike always said he needed new dress shoes; they were too small for his feet. They hurt if he wore them for too long; last year’s Snow Ball nearly had him in tears. But Will just told his mom it was because he didn’t have a date– which was also a lie. “I mean, is that okay with you?”
“Me?” Jonathan echoed. “I don’t care! Be whoever you want, Will. I’m not going to stop you.” He walked up to Will with his arms out, wrapping around his shoulders and facing him towards the mirror again. “Now Mom on the other hand…”
“What?!” Will gasped, tensing under Jonathan’s hands fixing his collar.
“She might have an issue with you two having sleepovers with your door shut now.” He teased. “But other than that, I’m pretty sure she loves having Mike over for dinner. He’s always been her favorite.”
“Mine too.” Will chuckled, grinning as Jonathan lifted his hands in a grand gesture. His collar lay flat and nicely around his neck. It wasn’t that scary. Will could have done it again. He could have done it a thousand times– Mike always told him he’d come through the other side. Jonathan wasn’t the scariest thing in his world.
“Will! Mike’s here!” Their mother called from the kitchen. Jonathan slapped Will on the shoulders and gave him an assuring nod. “Will?”
“I’m coming! Hold on!” Will called back, taking a deep breath as he reached for the door.
“No rush but… Honey, why does he have flowers?”
“Oh, Christ.” Will sighed, covering his face as Jonathan burst into laughter. “MIKE!”
There are those nights that Nancy and Jonathan are forced to take their younger brothers with them to the roller rink or the movies or wherever. Usually Karen makes Nancy take Mike with her, and Jonathan decides he might as well bring Will along so Mike has something to do. The first time this happens, they worry that Steve will think that having the boys along will kill the vibe, but Steve takes to them right away.
There’s the night at the bowling alley, for instance, when Will bowls a strike after a streak of gutter balls. Steve whoops and picks Will up, throwing him over his shoulder. He jumps around in a victory dance with Will on his back, and Will shrieks with delight and yells for Jonathan to rescue him. After Jonathan helps him down, they team up and playfully pin Steve to the ground while Nancy and Mike cheer them on.
Then there’s the time that they’re hanging around at Jonathan and Will’s house. Mike can’t stop talking about the Snow Ball and how nervous he is that he can’t dance. No matter how many times Nancy tells him that El won’t care how good a dancer he is, Mike is still worried. Until Steve offers to show him a couple of moves. Steve puts on some music and demonstrates how to step and slide. Then he pauses while Mike mimics him and praises Mike when he starts to get the hang of something. Occasionally Jonathan interjects with pointers on what kind of dancing goes best with what kinds of songs. Will decides he wants to learn, too, and the night ends with the boys spinning each other for practice while Nancy, Jonathan, and Steve slow-dance in a sloppy triangle.
Synopsis: Detective Nygma had no say whether he wanted any part of this. What was supposed to be a case of missing people in a small town quickly turned into a most bizarre affair.
There is no way to tell whether the threat comes from the forest cradling them in its overwhelming embrace… or if true evil lies where everyone can see.Whoever Edward decides to believe, the people who sought his help or the shadow haunting his dreams…
There is one thing the detective knows for sure.
There’s something very, very wrong with this town.
Besides, I cannot write on magic without thinking how it would apply to my life, and when I think about my life I see it crossing many other lives; so I think how magic would change this world of ours, starting with my neighbours and my acquaintances. That must be why I end up filling my letters with such trifles, because there is a connection in my mind between the smallest things and magic - but how presumptuous you must think me, as I persevere in stating what magic should become in our age when I have never done it in my life! Indeed, you named me “a man of ideas” and still I do not know if it was meant as a compliment or not.
The walk to the club was short, especially with his group of idiots cracking jokes and flirting with any passing women.
“Welcome to the lair of Dance, mother fuckers!” Luke grinned at the group, pushing open the door, his outfit being in complete contrast to the group; a red suit with crimson bottomed loafers.
The group wore a combination of suits, tuxes, and suspenders. However, a certain couple of morons matched their outfit perfectly.
Evan wore a white vest with red suspenders and white skinny jeans, his bow tie in contrast with Jonathan’s blue one.
“Let’s go inside.” Evan nodded at Jonathan, the others rushing inside before them.
Jonathan seemed hesitant at first but then smiled and grabbed Evan’s hand, “Fuck yeah.”
The club was full of men in suits and girls in lengthy, flow dresses and short, flapper skirts. But, Jonathan was interested only in his best friend with his fabulous fedora and contrasting suspenders.
Evan led the other inside, to the bar, and to a booth with their friends. Jonathan took a seat next to him, biting his lip nervously as Marcel shifted to lean on the table. “Everyone ready for a night of fucking fun?”
“Yeah. Why else would we be here, bitch tits?” Tyler interjected, waving a nearby barista over.
The group sorted out what drinks they wanted. Evan couldn’t keep his eyes from Jonathan, the two hadn’t meant to contrast each other at all but it happened. Now that Evan examined the male closer, he noted that he was nervously fidgeting.
“Jonathan, you good man?”
Jonathan glanced at him and giggled, “Yep. Wanna go dance?”
Evan chuckled and let the other lead him to the dance floor. As they reached the floor, the music changed to a new song. A certain melody jolted Jonathan’s inner swing demon to life.
(I HAVE THE PERFECT SONG OKI)
A sudden mischievous, evil grin formed on Jonathan’s lips as he faced Evan, holding out his hands, palms faced up to the sky in front of him. “Be my partner?”
Evan chuckled, “Sure buddy.”
Jonathan smiled and let his right arm raise just above Evan’s shoulder, his other hand being intertwined with Evan’s. Evan placed his other hand on Jonathan’s hip with a quick grin.
They took a few practice steps to start off, feeling the crowd mold around them and move from their space.
A few hushed whispers echoed around them as they began stepping into the routine.
They twirled around the floor, keeping in sync with their steps, tapping to the rhythm. Jonathan sent a quick glance to Evan when they progressed further in the routine.
They spread apart, side by side and stepped off to the left before linking hands and heading right and spun together. They broke off before regrouping again, facing each other and returning to their first arrangement.
Within seconds, the two were bouncing off the floor on each foot, twirling each other around the dance floor playfully. They kept their hands linked the whole dance, refusing to look away into the crowds or from the other.
Evan sent a smile to Jonathan who returned it quickly, removing their hands from one another to side step in union again.
They stepped a couple to the left before spinning around and bouncing to the right only to spin and face the crowd again with their hands linked together again.
They turned towards each other and connected their hands together, outstretching their arms as they bounced a few steps from the other before spinning around in a loose circle.
They stepped closer for a few seconds and wrapped their arms around the other, Jonathan’s arms linking around Evan’s neck as the other grinned and placed his on Jonathan’s hips.
Jonathan let one foot slide along the floor behind him while the other was sat on the heel of his shoe, Evan twirling around while he practically held and swung Jonathan around.
Jonathan let out a joyous squeal, throwing his head back as he was twirled around. Evan chuckled and slowed, spinning Jonathan around so the male’s back pressed against his chest.
He held his hands out beside them, the two stepping off to the sides in equal, matching taps. They stepped forward a few, feet tapping to the sides instead of directly in front of them, before doing the same to their back.
Evan wrapped his arms around Jonathan’s middle, the other wrapping an arm over his head and around Evan’s neck while the other straightened out to his side, palm face towards the crowd as they twirled around like that.
A few whistles and cheers were heard as they spun around and faced one another again, returning to their first position. Jonathan held his arm above Evan’s shoulder as the other placed that arm on his hip.
Their hands clasped together and they tapped to the song’s melody again. Swinging around to the sound.
hi hi so, i watched all of stranger things today and yesterday and I’m just gonna rant about it for the next year, but heres a long ass post about my feelings:
1. EKADFJNVAOENVOAEMFCV IODZIJAJIE
2. so basically that was the most amazing thing I’ve seen since IT and that was amazing beyond amazing.
4. MIKE WHEELER CRYING 4 FUCKING TIMES??? OKAY.
5. i cried so hard it was unhealthy
6. i fucking love steve harrington and no one and nothing will make me change my damn mind
7. i don’t know about my opinions on max, i mean she kinda just came in, and was sort of a bitch but she had her reasons and i love her
8. oh my lord the consistent mike/will were beautiful absolute friendship goals, i mean he stayed in the hospital with him THE WHOLE TIME, like that was like two days or something and “crazy together” what the fuck is this soft bullshit, the little hand hold, WHEN HE FUCKING CRIED TALKING ABOUT WHEN THEY FIRST MET I MEAN MY HEART. and then just everything about their friendship is the love of my life.
9. i said it before and ill say it again, NOAHS ACTING WAS SO AMAZING AND SO GOOD? I MEAN WHAT, HIS FACIAL EXPRESSIONS, HIS CRYING, EVERYTHING, IT WS AMAZING. WHAT A BEAUTIFUL TALENTED SOUL.
10. DUSTINS YOU IDIOT
11. still love you
12. why oh why did lucas tell max? like no don’t do that please.
13. still love you though.
14. FINNS CRYING, AND HIS LITTLE SMILE WHEN HE SAW ELEVEN AND EVERYTHING ABOUT THEIR SOFT RELATIONSHIP I SWEAR TO FUCK IF ANYONE SEXUALIZING THOSE CHILDREN ILL THROW HANDS.
15. erica is my spirit animal.
16. father hopper? yes.
17. steve and his adopted children? i think so.
18. BOB MY HERO
19. literally RIP BOB i miss him he was great.
20. jonathan and nancys slow ass burn, pretty neat. they are perfect for each other because neither deserve someone as great as steve,
21. that detective guy was everything
22. eleven and her sister??? cool???
23. eleven was a total brat and she annoyed the shitr out of me but i love her so much.
24. DUSTIN AND HIS CURSING
25. DUSTINS AND STEVE
26. DUSTIN AND HIS WONDERFULNESS
27. DUSTIN AND HIS PURRS
28.I LOVE DUSTIN
29. LUCAS AND HIS ADORABLENESS
30. LUCAS AND HIS POSES
31. I LOVE LUCAS
32. joyce and her amazing motherless
33. i love joyce byers more than words can say
34. i am very much not finished covering this but i will come back another day.
bonus 35. everything about the whole show was so great.
Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jonathan Byers/Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler Characters: Holly Wheeler, Will Byers, Original Male Character(s), Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, Dustin Henderson, Eleven (Stranger Things), Karen Wheeler Additional Tags: POV Alternating, Polyamory, Minor Original Character(s), Sibling Bonding, Adopted Sibling Relationship, Found Family, monster hunting Series: Part 2 of Across the Many Miles Summary: Ten years ago, Nancy brought Eleven home. Will Byers paid a price for it. All of this was before Holly’s time, but that doesn’t mean she can’t save the day now. A/N: Writing has been fighting me, this story has been fighting me the hardest, and this chapter was particularly heinous. I write a lot, and a lot of what I write teaches me something. Lately I’ve felt as though I’ve not been learning anything. It’s been a process of just churning something out that I don’t feel great about; a real slog. But reading through some of the comments I’ve gotten, particularly on AtMM and this piece, really helped push me through. So a) thank you for reading and b) thank you for your patience. Chapter Summary:
“What are we really walking into, Wheeler?
“Nothing, I swear–”
“Nothing? That’s funny when have we heard that, Steve?”
“Jonathan..,” Steve trails off a warning, half-muffled as he pulls on his protective vest.
“Eighty four? Nothing, guys just a crack in the fabric of reality. Eighty six? Nothing, honestly, just a demogorgon. Eighty eight. Nothing much, only a new branch of the agency establishing itself.”
“Ninety was fun,” Steve smiles, testing the light on his chest.
“Ninety!” Jonathan’s laugh is high pitched. He claps and points with both hands as though he’s just remembered something. “Nothing! Just a gorgon infestation–”
WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Jonathan Pine/The Night Manager
STORY GENRE: Drama, Action, Romance
STORY SUMMARY: After the events of The Night Manager, Jonathan Pine has retreated back into his former quiet life, as a night manager of The Covent Garden Hotel in London. A new transplant from New York, Kristiane Taylor is one of his more well-known guests, a Tony nominee actress appearing on the West End. An unlikely friendship forms between the Broadway singer and the hotelier when a mysterious job offer lands in her hands. Kristiane turns to her friend when something strikes her as off about a job offer, Jonathan can’t ignore the case when some of the details become personally familiar.
STORY RATING: Explicit
AUTHOR’S NOTE: A slow burn romance, originally written as an RP but resurrected on A03 when the RP blogs were deleted. Rated explicit for graphic violence and sexual content.
Covent Garden Hotel, West End, London - May - 0100 Hours
Jonathan Pine’s fingers stilled on the terminal, mid-booking of yet another night of theatre tickets for the half-soused American dignitaries who had just, with loud yawns and boisterous shouts and heavy feet, trod into the lift, toward their rooms, and toward sleep.
Hopefully they’d sleep.
Pine sighed inwardly. He hated the thought of the complaints he’d hear in the morning should these arseholes keep their racket up. Especially the complaints from the so-called star - a Broadway actress - who had taken up temporary residence on the fifth floor.
OKAY BUT IF YOU CAN, PLEASSSEEE GIVE US MORE STONATHAN HEADCANONS!! I NEED THEM
i think i’ve… exhausted a lot of my good ones :’)
but i think a lot about jonathan and steve watching a movie and jonathan is a lot more into it than steve, and talks throughout about political subtext and the messages intertwined with the story and steve makes sarcastic remarks about it just because he knows it gets jonathan worked up to keep talking about it and explain it further and steve absolutely adores the way jonathan’s speech suddenly becomes more fluid when he’s discussing things he’s passionate about, and how he motions with his hands as he explains things and how he makes this “ughhhh” noise before “okay so” leading into another long rant. steve doesn’t totally understand it but he adores how jonathan feels so strongly about things.
jonathan talks politics more often than steve has ever talked politics before. jonathan is totally convinced steve doesn’t get it and is rooted in his ignorances but one day they’re having a conversation with a mutual acquaintance and the acquaintance says something ignorant and steve interjects with “actually—” and explains to them something jonathan has explained to him and it clicks that steve listens a lot more than jonathan thinks.
steve tries to get free movie popcorn from jonathan at work and jonathan makes a remark like “just because you’re my boyfriend doesn’t mean you get free shit” and steve is like grinning like an idiot and jonathan’s just like “what?” totally unaware and steve is like “so we’re boyfriends now?” definitely not disagreeing but totally teasing and jonathan is like stuttering and awkward like “did i say boyfriend??” and retracts the statement even though the both of them are more than okay with it.
steve opening up about his dad and jonathan just Gets It in a way steve wouldn’t have expected and even though jonathan doesn’t talk much about his own dad steve also Gets It that jonathan Gets It because they both have crap ass dads who have treated them– and their mothers to be frank– poorly.
at some point or another, steve is around the byers’ house so much ( because lbr he’s so in love with jonathan ) that joyce doesn’t even question when steve starts picking will up to take him to mike’s for d&d when jonathan is too busy with work.
steve bonding with will because he’s there so much and he definitely has a couple of will’s drawings up on his wall in his room from where he’s drawn things for steve and jonathan is absolutely floored that his little brother and his idiot boyfriend are getting along so well.
one day steve comes around to jonathan’s house nursing a bruised jaw and jonathan is freaking out ( more internally that externally ) like “what happened?” and steve self-indulges an angry rant about how someone called jonathan the q-slur or the f-slur and how he was defending him. jonathan tells him he didn’t need to do that for him, that he’s used to it, that it was reckless and stupid. and steve tells him that no one gets to talk about jonathan– or anyone– that way, opens up to jonathan about his own queerphobia ( re: use of homophobic slurs ) and how he should’ve realized sooner how devastatingly harmful it is.
my bi sons talking about bi™ things one day at lunch and nancy chimes in with how she likes girls too and they both just kind of pause for a moment and it’s kind of lowkey decided they are the Bi Squad and how great it is that they gravitated to each other the way that they did when the three of them have similar sexualities. just… honestly my three bi kids bonding over being bi and having that support system in place and also nancy and jonathan, who are decidedly a little more educated on things than steve sometimes, who are able to discuss ignorances about the things they feel and coming to grips with some of the things they’ve internalized and steve basically having the aha moment of “whoo boy have i really internalized some shit”.
steve coming over to jonathan’s and not INTENDING to stay long but wakes up the next day on the sofa to joyce looking at him skeptically but with that Mom™ brand of “i love you, but you’re ridiculous” look and whose only words to him are “you’re lying on my keys”.
steve insisting on always being the big spoon. fails. is not always the big spoon and discovers “hey, little spoon isn’t that bad” and it actually makes him feel super safe not that he’d ever say that of course because he avidly denies it but jonathan kind of gets the picture one day that steve lowkey really digs it when he, without prompting, is like “FINE i’ll be the little spoon” and jonathan is like “i never… said you had to be?” and steve is like “haha can’t believe you always make me be the little spoon” which is absolutely ridiculous but jonathan goes with it because who is he to complain about getting to hold onto the person who has captured his affections?
steve slowly mending things with tommy and carol who have since the incident matured quite a bit ( not that their actions are ever excusable ) much to jonathan’s disapproval because jonathan doesn’t quite see how they can be different in the span of only a year despite steve’s insistence “it’s just different this time, trust me”. and then proceeds to drag jonathan, nancy, tommy and carol out on a group camping trip in an attempt to mend things and bond and it turns into a complete disaster and steve gets in a fight with tommy over something he’s said to jonathan, tommy and carol end up going home and it’s just nancy, steve & jonathan in a single tent suddenly more grumpy than they came there and jonathan breathes out a slow sigh of relief at the momentary semblance of peace without tommy and carol before saying something like “not to say i told you so…” and steve interjecting with “shut up.” but jonathan kisses him anyway and thanks him for the camping trip because he knows steve’s only trying to make things right between everyone.
also on said camping trip as things progress, nancy getting more and more sarcastic about steve & jonathan’s displays of affection. but in that sweet nancy wheeler brand of sarcasm where her teasing is more kindred than anything and it really only encourages steve further in his rampant pda ( which isn’t really pda because hey ! they’re out in the middle of nowhere in the the woods and the only other person they’ve seen besides themselves is the occasional hunter who pays zero mind to them and goes about their business ).
additional on camping trip, steve attempting to pick up a snake which bites him to which jonathan and nancy rapidly attempt to discern whether or not it’s venomous and steve is going to die, jonathan misidentifying it as a rattle snake and steve freaking out like “i’m going to die!” before nancy reevaluates it and discovers it’s just a common non-venomous snake and steve– save for his dwindling pride– is going to be completely fine. absolutely does not stop steve harrington from being melodramatic about it and asking jonathan maybe four times if he’ll “kiss it better” in regards to the barely visible mark left behind on his hand.
The tickets had decreased in price about a week before the prom. Of course, the snickering, immature, but somewhat sophisticated lovers wanted to cherish this night.
Jonathan was the one who suggested buying the ticket while it was cheaper than not going at all. After all, the two still needed to pay the expenses of a suit and tie, maybe some slick shoes to be able to dance with.
Despite the expenses, they knew that all of this year’s harassment on their sexuality would be worth the while. At the prom, that would all stop. No one would be focusing on them having a great night and they’d be focused on their own date.
As they had bought the tickets for 15 bucks, they instantly planned on their suits. Red tie for Evan, blue tie for Jonathan. They wanted to be tacky and unique but not too exotic or it would divine attention upon them alone.
During their shopping trip the weekend before the four hour long prom, they chose the selected ties, shoes with bows that matched the colors, and black and white suits.
Jonathan decided to show off a little angelic atmosphere of himself, the side of innocent and purity that Evan desired in him throughout their years of friendship and then romance.
Jonathan wore that white suit with a crazy smile, ruffled his hair per usual but added a flower crown of white and blue to match his shoe bow, suit, and tie. In contrast, Evan wanted to appear more devilish and sinful.
Evan wore a crimson tie with his black suit, red bows decorated his shoes and a funny little mustache on the tip where his toes were. He had on a headband with fake little devil horns at the tip that were red and mischievous.
Mischief was their cue for entering, a little emotion of joy dancing in their eyes as they turned in their tickets and received two raffle tickets with snack names and drinks on them that they could get for free for coming.
“When you want to dance, Jonathan, I’ll be here.” Evan smiled, pecking the boy’s cheek with affection.
Jonathan nodded, “Let’s go socialize with our friends for now. I’ll let you know when the time has come to surprise the fuck outta this school.” Jonathan grinned, heading towards his friends who he had spotted directly across the red velvet carpets.
As they inched closer to their friends, the two of them smiles politely and greeted their group of 8 friends. Ohm wore a usual white tux with a black tie and his ohm mask with a similar symbol at the toe of his shoes. Bryce matched him with his purple tux and a black tie with a sheepish grin.
The rest of the group wore suits instead of tuxes. David wore a green tie with his black suit and a pair of black boots that seemed smaller than his usual show size but looked good on him otherwise.
Lui stood, hand in hand with him, in a light brown tux with a dark brown undershirt and tie that matched the color of his shoes. He wore a top hat that was colored like a chocolate chip cookie.
“Nice hat, Lui.” Evan complimented, chuckling as Tyler added a comment, “It’s a fucking cookie, Evan. It looks absolutely shitty.”
“Thanks, Evan. Fuck off yler, David bought it for me!” Lui’s squeaky voice brought a bright smile to David’s face, one that Evan hadn’t ever seen in a long ass time.
Beside Evan now stood Marcel and Scotty, both seeming like an anti couple instead of an actual couple, much like Evan and Jonathan. Scotty wore a light brown suit, his tie a raven dark blue/black with a pair of dark brown boots and a headband that said, “Fuck off”.
Marcel, however, wore a dark brown suit with a sparkling, glitter white tie, and light brown loafers, and his own headband that said, “Fuck on”. The joke was clear each time Marcel winked at Scotty and he just scoffed back with a grin.
They were best friends but Evan felt like there was some chemistry happening.
Tyler and Craig were next to Marcel, some oblivious chemistry working it’s way on them. Craig stood in a normal suit, black with a white tie and white boots with little black flower petal details scattered among the white. He had on cat ears, much to his own dismay, that Tyler forced him to wear “for the lolz”.
Tyler stood in complete opposition, a white suit with a black tie and a top hat that said, “He’s quite the show”, though he had on a black pair of shoes with white, translucent emojis scattered along the edges of the heel and at the toe.
“You two should kiss, it’ll be like that one scene in the movie where…” Marcel started his long explanation with pure mischievous excitement.
Evan stopped entertaining himself with the view of his friend’s and decided to listen in on the music, nudging Jonathan when it was transitioning to a slow song. Jonathan smiled and glanced at him, “Hm?”
“Wan to dance?”
Craig beamed with joy towards the two, “Yes! Go dance! You two will look cute, Mr. Devil and Mr. Angel!”
Craig hadn’t been all that excited since he had gotten here, but since he was excited over the two dancing together, Jonathan figured, ‘Why the hell not’.
“Alright, let’s go then, Fong.”
Evan shuddered lightly, smirking as he led Jonathan carefully towards the dance floor. His hand held tight around Jonathan’s waist.
As they reached the floor, they stayed in sight of their friends. Evan smiled, pecking Jonathan’s cheek as he placed his hands around his waist, resting them on his hips.
Jonathan copied him, resting his hands around his neck however and leaving his elbows to lazily stay on Evan’s shoulders. “You actually fit the facade of an Angel.”
“Why, thank you. No doubts here that you’re literally devil himself.”
“And you’re just my god, eh?”
Evan smirked at the blush dusting Jonathan’s cheeks. They moved gently in sync through the waves of different couples, who stole glances at them from time to time.
As the song became slower and nearer to the end, Evan gently moved back from Jonathan’s lazy gaze and his hand traveled to his. He raised their hands high and held onto Jonathan’s waist with the other.
Jonathan spread his other arm out with a gentle smile, spinning to Evan’s little command. Once the song cut off, Evan had Jonathan in his arms, their lips smashed together in delightful beauty.
Though the song had ended, their kiss had not. An array of cheers and somewhat excited squealing from their friends alerted the two that the whole Senior grade had been watching them finalize their kiss!
Jonathan was bright red with appreciation, gratitude, joy, and other mixed happy emotions. Evan was confused but joyful anyway, showing his emotion by pecking Jonathan on the cheek passionately.
Lui and Marcel ran over, Scotty and Luke at their heels. “You two were so cute. You were just twirling around in one place!” Marcel blabbered with a huge grin on his face.
“Yeah! You twirled him in a perfect circle and bowed him over then kissed him in front of everyone!!!” Lui shrieked with pure joy, his child voice apparent.
Scotty and Luke were too busy fangirling over their friends to realize what was suddenly happening just a few feet away in a shady corner.
Craig smiled softly, sadly watching the two kiss once more. He wished he could at least have something like that in his life. Just next to him, however, was his giant friend, glancing t him with question towards his sad smile.
Craig chuckled and shook his head, slowly approaching the bright, cheerful couple. However, Tyler knew better and sped up to catch up to him. He took a deep breath and grabbed Craig’s waist.
Craig spun around in question and surprise, his eyes widening to find another’s lips so close to his own. He made a try to escape then realized that Tyler gripped his waist even tighter and pulled him flush against his chest without hesitation.
That prom night had become the most memorable and interesting that school ever had.
Gonna tag later, just cause I have to cram study for Math 1 bullshit End Of Course Exams…..
“I want you to focus on the space between my eyes. Not around them, not on them, but between them.”
Dr. Leland held her finger up in front of Jonathan’s eyes, waiting until she was certain that he was watching it to pull his focus to the space she’d indicated. Dr. Jonathan Crane sat stiff-backed in the plush grey armchair across the table from her, his palms pressed flat against the suede covering. She had hoped that his experience with Tetch would make him more susceptible to hypnotism, but indeed the opposite seemed to be true. Despite fully agreeing to this particular session (a rarity where the rogues were concerned, especially him,) Jonathan was still aware after ten minutes of suggestion.
“You can’t concentrate on hypnotism, Jonathan,” she reminded him as he apparently tried to bore a hole through her forehead with his stare.
“Right,” he said, shifting in his seat.
“Breathe in deeply, filling your chest and lungs,” she instructed, her voice low and soothing. “Slowly let the air out of your chest, completely emptying your lungs.” Jonathan took in a slow breath through his nose, sinking back in his chair as he released it.
“Everything here is safe and peaceful,” Dr. Leland continued. “Let yourself sink into your chair as you relax completely.” She noted with a hint of triumph how his fingers curled in on themselves as he relaxed his grip on the chair’s arms.
“Your eyes may feel heavy and want to close. Let your body sink naturally down as your muscles relax. Listen to your body and my voice as you begin to feel calm,” she soothed. “Feel the muscles loosen and lighten, as if they require no effort to maintain.” Slowly, blessedly, she saw him relax, his eyes drifting shut as he melted into his chair.
“You are in a deep sleep,” she told him. “Your mind is open to my suggestions, but you are not being forced to do anything. Do you understand that?”
“Yes,” said Jonathan, his voice low and distant.
“Good,” Dr. Leland said. “Now, I’d like to speak to Scarecrow.”
“I…don’t think that’s a good idea,” Jonathan warned, scowling to himself.
“He can be…destructive.”
“Jonathan, if we want to reconcile your alter’s differences with you I have to meet him. If you’re not comfortable allowing Scarecrow control, perhaps we could try a different alter?”
“I don’t have any that I’m aware of.” Jonathan released a heavy breath.
“Fine,” he conceded.
“Imagine yourself sinking into a pool of water,” Dr. Leland prompted him. “As you sink, Scarecrow rises to take your place. You are simply an observer, but you can take back control at any time.” Jonathan nodded, and she watched as his face twisted into a sardonic smile that she didn’t want to admit sent chills crawling down her spine. He wriggled his fingers and rolled his shoulders as if testing them, and then his eyes snapped open.
“Scarecrow?” she asked.
“In the flesh,” Scarecrow said, snickering to himself. Dr. Leland noted the obvious differences between him and Jonathan with piqued interest- his voice was loud and piercing, and had lost any hint of the soft southern accent she’d always associated with Jonathan. Scarecrow’s posture was completely different as well. While Jonathan was straight-backed and deliberate, Scarecrow moved as if he were a puppet on a string. Dr. Leland wondered if he wasn’t completely sure how to pilot his body.
“Scarecrow, can you tell me how long you’ve been with Jonathan?” she asked, making a great show of leaning calmly back in her chair and folding her hands together. She didn’t want to encourage his more malicious thoughts.
“Hmm, let’s see…” Scarecrow said, pressing a thin finger to his chin and tapping it as if in deep thought. “It’s all a bit of a blur, Doc. I think the first time I was really there was when we killed that old Keeny crone.”
“What do you mean by ‘there’?” Dr. Leland asked. She wondered briefly just how open to suggestion he was right now- he seemed to be behaving himself much more than Jonathan had predicted.
“Oh, y'know…” said Scarecrow vaguely, wriggling his fingers. “There.”
“Oh, I see,” Dr. Leland said. “So you’ve been around before Jonathan started his, ah, experimentation?”
“Oh yeah, way before that,” Scarecrow said, blowing a piece of hair out of his face and flopping back in his chair with a nonchalant wave.
“Who’s idea was the fear toxin, then?” Dr. Leland asked.
“Jonny-boy’s the one who thought it up,” Scarecrow said. “I just gave him a little push.” He laughed to himself.
“He still thinks he’s right, y'know,” Scarecrow said with a guffaw. “Thinks he’s helping people. That’s why he does it, mostly.” He snorted derisively.
“And why do you do it?” Dr. Leland asked, sensing an opportunity.
“Me?” Scarecrow asked, pressing a hand to his chest. “Well…” He glanced around the room before leaning conspiratorially across the coffee table between them, cupping a hand to his lips. Dr. Leland leaned eagerly forward, straining to hear his hushed words.
“I like to hear 'em SCREAM!”
She been so distracted by his whisper that she hasn’t noticed his arm poised to dart out and grab hers as he raised his voice. Dr. Leland cried out and toppled backwards in her panic, breaking his grip on her and sending the table and all its contents crashing to the floor. The armed guard stationed outside her office door burst into the room as Scarecrow doubled over in his seat, clutching his sides as he cackled maniacally, laughing so violently that he rolled out of his chair and onto the wreckage scattered across the carpet. The guard jumped between the two of them, wielding his nightstick as if Scarecrow was going to do something.
“Are you alright?” he asked, glancing back at Dr. Leland.
“Yes…” she said uncertainly, pulling herself to her feet and smoothing out her newly coffee-stained lab coat. “Yes, I’m fine.” She glanced down at Scarecrow, who was still in hysterics. Frankly, she hoped she never heard that laugh again. Joker was bad enough.