writing for strangers

guys okay mini rant of excitement because something just occurred to me and it’s probably a reach or whatever but i need to share

i’ve always found the camera scene in 1x03 incredibly interesting because of what it shows about the teens characters blah blah blah and one thing i always tend to focus on is the moment that nancy shows up and carol shows her the pictures.  steve looks genuinely upset and bothered that she’s seeing those photos,  which makes sense to me because yeah its upsetting and he wants to protect her and stuff BUT today i thought about it more and i thought about the scene of them earlier in that episode, in front of nancy’s locker.

and what does nancy say???? “i feel like everyone’s staring at me”

she’s terrified that people know what happened and they’re going to judge her. steve reassures her that he didn’t tell anyone, but here they are looking at PROOF that someone know and PROOF that someone was, in the most literal sense, staring at nancy at an intimate point in her life.  the parallels between those moments has never occurred to me before but now im like shook

anonymous asked:

Could you do the water jug scene?

Oh but of course… lets keep the positivity going shall we?

Ok so lets start from the beginning of this scene actually. Our lovely duo is out carrying water back to camp and Daryl not only can’t stop looking at Carol but can’t seem to shut his damn mouth either. Mr. Chatterbox it seems.

“I get it.. you don’t want to talk about it.. You ok?”

I mean how cute is he here checking on her, talking to her as if he just can’t stop either. Mans lucky he didn’t trip over his own feet.

Her answer is a throwback to a scene exactly a year before. “Gotta be.” And he gives her a little smirk almost like he remembers having this exact same conversation in reverse. It’s adorable.

He mentions for the first time ‘starting over, with each other’ and then proceeds to remind her that ‘you saved us, all by yourself..”

There is just so much awe and so little ego in this statement. He is in total awe of her, not only that she did what she did but that’s she’s here with him again. He’s still just completely over the moon about it. You can’t just tell by looking at him.

“We got lucky.. we should be dead..”

Not giving herself any credit, and showing some alter in her mood. Daryl knowing her as well as he does is slowly picking up on this as she notices the car and seems pretty interested in it and changing the subject. He can sense it, even if he’s not sure what it is. So he desperately tries to keep talking to her.

“Hey we ain’t dead.. and whatever happened, happened.. lets start over.”

He is telling her that he doesn’t care what she did, or what happened. That it no longer matters. All that matters is here and now. Notice the ‘lets’ in that start over statement. Translate to ‘how you and I start over?’  Talking about doing it together. He may not know for certain what she’s planning to do but his senses are up and after just getting her back he needs her to see that he’s here.

“I want to.” She says quietly, her face saying that she does but doesn’t think she can or deserves to.

“Well you can.”

Carol is considering this, and checking the battery on the car, desperately trying to focus. to not see the look on his face at that moment. And tells him they should keep this car in mind in case things go south.

And now he’s really sensing something so in one last ditch effort he offers to carry one of the jugs for her…

COMPLETELY FORGETTING HE’S CARRYING 2 ALREADY cause he’s so focused on her and doing and saying anything to keep her attention, and he’s all nervous and fidgety as it is, with the back and forth on the foot thing he does and of course SPLASH down goes the water jug in his hand in hilarious fashion.

I mean this a guy can rapid fire kill walkers with great precision but does this when trying to be chivalrous with a woman who obviously didn’t need any help.

Awkward doesn’t even begin to cover it people.

And he is just…

The cutest embarrassment ever and you can almost read his mind ‘wow I really suck at this shit..”

But Carol’s face just says it all. He is so damn precious to her she can’t help but smile. How could she not?

Smooth Dixon. Smooth.

I love this one because it goes from serious conversation, more talking than Daryl has done in like an entire season, to adorably hilarious in the space of minutes.  The fact that tough sure handed Daryl, who tends to use few words turns into clumsy chatty Kathy around her is so very adorable.

And I mean yeah sure guys always act like this around women they are not interested in at all.

Right. Tell me another one.

(these are not my gifs but I’ve had them for so long I forgot who made them so credit to whoever did)

I saw you again, but this time there was a different look in your eyes. It was not as dull as it was before, and it was filled with sparkling hope. Then you gave me a smile, and it was no longer a small smile. It was a smile that was more radiant than the galaxies in the universe. And I pray that the next time I see you, you will still have that radiant smile no matter what happens.
—  Lukas W. // A prayer for a stranger

Our friends asked about you.
Saying your name didn’t hurt like it used to.
I told them I haven’t heard from you,
And for months now that’s the truth.

This is the longest we’ve been apart.
Almost a year now but it feels like it’s been longer.
I still feel the cracks in my heart,
But every day without you I grow stronger.

—  K.N.B.
I truly hope one day you find something worth living for. One day I hope you can think of us and smile without crumbling to the floor. I hope you go out and chase those crazy dreams of yours. And I really hope you never forget that a piece of me will always be yours.
—  K.N.B.

It was night, and not for the first time Mike had fallen asleep on the sofa. The television was still on, and buzzing in a sort of comforting way that made the lull of his exhaustion more pronounced. It wasn’t easy, spending long hours unable to rest because all he could think about was the one thing he couldn’t have; the one thing (one person; human being) that had been unjustly taken right before his eyes.

She had faded to dust. And that hurt more than anything ever had. She had died, sacrificed herself to save them, to save Will, and… and she’d torn away a part of Mike, too. Taken a piece of him to whatever dark place she dwelled, and there was no way he would ever ask for it back. There was no way he would ever be so selfish.

He could live with it; with being partial. If it meant she could be whole.

Crickets chirped outside, barely audible through the closed windows. It was October, nearing on the end of the month, just around the time people start giving up hope.

He had been trying, as hard as he could, to convince himself he could be strong for her — that he could be strong like her. But it was hard. It was so hard, and it hurt so much. Days felt like weeks, and his head felt like it was filled with smoke; veiled and hazy, and overgrown with tangled vines that obscured his thoughts.

He tried for his friends, to be normal. And truly, all he wanted was to be able to revert back to the way it had been before. Yet, with every passing day, that seemed more and more impossible.

It should have been the opposite. It should have been getting easier.

But it wasn’t, exemplified by tonight.

She was standing just out of reach, silhouette shadowed and thin. Back bowed. Dress muddy and torn. Still the same though. And still pretty, but he wouldn’t dare speak those words aloud again.

Mike took a step forward. He was hesitant this time, unlike the others. Beneath his Chucks a thin layer of water splashed, alerting her of his presence. She turned, but couldn’t see him. He knew she couldn’t.

She never did.

This time, something was wrong (well, everything was wrong, every time, but this was something else). She was breathing quickly. Mike’s hair stood up on end as she whirled back around, in the direction of something she couldn’t see, and screamed.


Mike jolted awake, covered in a cold sheen of sweat with tears streaming out of his eyes. Mike angrily wiped them away and looked around him for some sort of sign that it had been real, because at least that would mean she was alive.

But there was nothing. Mike deflated, curling into the couch and covering his eyes, watching the last flashing remnants of the dream dance in his vision. He felt his chest tighten and his throat burn, and with a quick breath he began to cry. Alone, in the dark, feeling like the smallest thing on the planet, Mike sobbed into his arms.

She was dead and he hadn’t saved her. She’d saved them, and he hadn’t saved her. Useless. He was useless, and pathetic, and weak.

“Leggo my eggo!”

Mike looked up, frantic, but the source of the sound had only been the television.

“No, you leggo my eggo!”

Mike sniffed, drying his eyes. He slipped off of the couch and crawled over to the television set, with just enough scrounged energy and hope to sit before it and watch the signal flicker in and out.

The sound came in again. “Leggo my eggo!”

“No, you leggo my eggo!”

And again. “Leggo my eggo!”

Mike leaned forward, drawn into the white flashing. He shuddered as he pressed his hand against the glass. “El?” His voice was an echo of a whisper.

“Leggo my eggo!”

He knew this commercial. He and Nancy had despised it because it came on all of the time.

Four years ago.

Why would anyone re-run a four year old commercial?

“Leggo my—”

“No, you leggo—eggo—”

His breath caught. Electricity hummed against his forehead, and his vision narrowed. “El?! El!”

“Leggo my—”

“Mission from God—”

“They’re here—”


He gasped, just as the television crackled. He was zapped away, shaking, wide eyed, and slammed into the sofa.

The set smoked. Mike stared at it, chest heaving. “El…”


He jumped, and for one second, dared to hope. But it was only Nancy, standing in the living room entryway, staring open mouthed at the broken TV set. “Oh my god, Mike, are you okay?!”

She was at his side in an instant, hand on his hand, searching his face. There was only fear to be found.

“Nancy,” he said, quietly. “She’s here. She’s right here.”

dating jonathan byers would include:
  • walks in the woods and talking about the most trivial things to the most absurd like aliens or other worlds out there in the universe
  • cuddles in private because he always feels shy when you suddenly hug him in public but that’s also one of his favorite things
  • hanging out at his room not really doing anything important, just listening to music while he sorts his photos and you singing along or just laying in bed enjoying the comfortable silence
  • you making him DIY stuff like cards or crocheted scarf because he doesn’t like it when you spend money on him
  • you still buying him gifts along with the DIY’s because he’s just so cute when he’s flustered
  • him trying to be mad at you but he can’t because you use the puppy eyes on him and he just really really loves you
  • him being guilty of doing the exact same thing, buying you gifts from the extra money he has because he loves it when he sees you getting excited over buttons or flowers or cool papers
  • you hugging him to death because you appreciate this man child baby so much who is so handsome when he smiles and when his eyes crinkle
  • him making a scrapbook for you for your 1st anniversary
  • you also making a scrapbook for him
  • laughing because you two are so alike 
  • you being included in family pictures
  • joyce treating you like a daughter and both of you trying to cook something nice for jonathan but failing miserably and jonathan ends up cooking for you guys because he loves seeing his girls smile
  • you and will singing in the top of your lungs while waiting for jonathan to come home and you really enjoy the times you spend with will because he’s so cute and he and his friends are cool
  • and you fitting in perfectly with the dynamics of the byers’ family
  • you just being so in love with him and his family that you’d do anything for them
  • him loving you so much that just the thought of you makes his day
All My Days I’ll Know Your Face

Summary: When a new kid starts at Phil’s school, Phil certainly doesn’t expect him to be everything he ever could have hoped for in a friend and more. Can he convince him to let go of the past and audition for the school musical? And what about those feelings that somehow seem to pop up when he least expects them?

Word Count: 2.3k

Genre: Fluff, High school AU

Extra tags: Getting together, strangers to friends to lovers

Warnings: Bullying, homophobia mention, some swearing

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A/N: Inspired by Dan and Phil’s recent comments, “I really think that 14-year-old Dan and 14-year-old Phil would have gotten along quite well.” “I think they’d have been friends”, as well as my recent Glee rewatch and obsession with theatrekid!Dan. Big thanks to Kirsten (cafephan) for encouraging me to write this, as it probably wouldn’t have happened otherwise. I hope you enjoy!!

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Maybe he was just a lesson
And maybe She’ll never learn.
Even now she can’t forget him
In her thoughts he always returns.
—  K.N.B.

The first time he sees Jonathan running his hands through Steve Harrington’s hair is a big fucking moment for Will Byers. It’s night, and the boys have set up a super important campaign, while Nancy has agreed to watch them. So she invites over her boyfriends. They watch a movie while the boys play, but then Mike and Will run upstairs for some extra soda. 

That’s when Will sees them; sprawled out on the couch together; Nancy curled up next to Jonathan, holding his hand and resting her head in the crook of his neck, and Steve resting his own head against Jonathan’s chest. And Jonathan his literally just playing with his hair.

Will stares, wide eyed, heart pounding in his chest with Mike tugging on the sleeve of his shirt because he had no idea it was okay to touch a boy like that, the way he’s secretly always wanted to touch a boy — but hey, if Jonathan’s doing it, it must be okay, right?

And suddenly this wave of relief comes crashing over him, realising in that moment just how much self-hatred he had been carrying around. He smiles through his tears — beams more like — and turns to Mike. He can’t even speak. It’s okay to like boys it’s okay to like boys holy shit I can touch their hair this is like amazing oh my god—

“Will, come on,” Mike tugs his sleeve one last time, and Will stumbles down the stairs with him.

It’s okay to like boys.

Do you think Nancy and Mike start to pretend they go to sleep at night after they notice the increased dark circles under their mother’s eyes from the many nights she tried to stay awake just to see them actually go to bed, but in reality they make this unspoken agreement to meet at the kitchen in the middle of night taking comfort in the refrigerator light (cause all they can see in the dark is horrible memories they might never erase) and they eat ice cream from the same tub, probably without even speaking but feeling a sense of camaraderie from having each other near?

To be completely honest, what I would love to see in season 2 is Hopper taking over Benny’s diner!? I’d hate to see it be forgotten about, not to mention how cute it would be seeing Hop in a apron in the kitchen cooking, Joyce’s hair tied up in a messy bun trying to help but being defeated when she burns something, while the kids run around being little waiters/waitress’ for him and the teens are behind the register :’) 

have a sad mike headcanon

They don’t play their first campaign since Will’s disappearance until almost a month later. Mike had been taking longer than usual, but none of them said anything. They saw the shadows that stretched under his eyes, the smile that never fully lit up his face. They knew he was trying his best.

When he showed up to school looking eager a few weekends later, they were all excited to hear that he’d finished the campaign, quickly making plans to head over to his house as soon as Christmas break started. Lucas and Dustin exchange looks, finally feeling like maybe something can go back to normal.

But during the beginning of their much-anticipated game, all three boys can tell something is off. Mike keeps losing his train of thought, stumbling over his words and bumbling terms they know he’s familiar with. Will figures it out first, noticing how his friend’s eyes keep drifting past his head, gazing past his shoulder at something behind him. He can’t resist, quickly turning around while Mike pauses to regather his thoughts… again.

It only takes a quick peek to confirm his suspicions.

Directly behind the smallest boy sits the fort, blankets neatly folded, pillow fluffed, SuperCom sitting angled beneath the frame of the table and chairs. The nightlight still glows from inside, making it more obvious how empty the space is as it waits patiently for its inhabitant to return.

Will turns back quickly, glancing around the circle and trying to catch Lucas or Dustin’s eye. It only takes Mike stumbling one more time before Lucas realizes what’s happening, and he and Will exchange a look, realizing they need to do something.

“Hey, Mike?”

“What’s up, Will?”

He smiles that hollow smile, eyes as empty as the fort he can’t stop staring into with barely hidden longing.

“Can, um, can we switch places?”

There’s a pause, no one daring to breathe, and Will quickly blurts the first excuse he can think of.

“I don’t like sitting with my back to the door,” he glances behind him at the basement door that leads out into the dark backyard, hoping his friend will buy it, “it, um, kind of freaks me out… now.”

It’s not a total lie and there’s no hesitation from the taller boy.

“Yeah, of course, you should have told me sooner!”

The two boys switch places, Mike carefully gathering his binder and game pieces and rearranging everything in front of him as he settles into his new seat. The rest of the campaign goes off without a hitch, the hours slipping by quickly as the four friends get more and more involved.

It isn’t until after Will leaves, when Dustin and Lucas are heading up the stairs towards their own homes, that Mike finally dares to look behind himself again, needing to check the impossible one more time.


It’s strange to think that only two years ago I was writing love poetry about you. If I had been told two years ago or even one year ago that I would be the one to walk away I would have thought that person was insane. But look at us now. Still in this little town and yet we couldn’t be further from each other or who we used to be. Even when I’ve had to drive past your house it feels as if we’re a world apart. Sometimes I can’t help but wonder if you feel the distance too.
—  K.N.B.