I want to hold your hand, but you are
the sun, and I am the moon. . . and
we will never collide / ⋆˚₊ 𖤓☽˚.⋆
STRANGER THINGS s3 - s4
Steve Harrington x Amelia Bloom
plot by @ioverots , cover by...
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THREE American Errands
Amelia Bloom didn't have friends. Be it California or Russia, she was on her own, like she had always been. Back then, it wasn't something she really cared about. Being lonely— or independent, as she'd call it, she used to enjoy it as a kid. But as she got older, she'd find herself looking for things to do with Margot instead of being all left alone with the company of her unspeakable thoughts, the same thoughts that would visit her every night before sleep.
Being lonely became a problem for her. One that she could handle, but caused her a type of silent pain she couldn't talk to anybody about. She hated being alone. Being alone meant having the word to herself, being surrounded by nothing but emptiness and silence— a dreadful silence of a kind that could burst your eardrums. Being alone meant having time to think, to reminisce. Things Amelia didn't like to do.
And jealousy was another one of those problems. She couldn't handle looking at the kids her age surrounding themselves with big groups of people. They all kissed and drank alcohol and smoked and loved. She only wondered when it would be her turn.
When the kid introduced himself as Robin and the blonde as Robin, she received a little attitude boost. She didn't want to have extremely high hopes in case she'd get disappointed in the end, but she could only wish for a great friendship with the two.
And maybe with Steve, too. But he had been an asshole— one of the hot ones, unfortunately. And she didn't want to put up with him.
Dustin watched her as she paced around the lounge. Her arms were crossed firmly across her chest, her hair was messy from all the times her fingers ran through it, and her stare bore into the ceiling. She appeared to be struggling with the translation, but she had already connected the first two words of the recording. It excited him a lot, knowing they were getting somewhere.
He observed her features, her straight nose, her lightly tan skin, and the strong detail on her cheekbones. Her face looked perfectly sculpted and he could tell why Steve found himself flirting with her before the current situation.
Her sigh pulled him from his thoughts, "Wait, play that last part one more time," She said. He rewound the tape and she returned to her previous concentrated stance. She took a seat. "That word— it's pronounced Dly-nna-ya." She said, "That's spelled..." She trailed off. She scratched her freckled nose as she attempted to remember basic Russian. "D... and then..." She frowned. "Damn it."
"Pretty sure that's English," Robin teased, a small smile on her lips as she tried to keep a straight face.
"I'm sorry—" Amelia leaned back in the chair. "It's just— my mom taught me English from a very early age and I've been speaking it my entire life ever since," She explained, "So, I'm kinda out of the jam," She pursed her lips in embarrassment. She rarely ever spoke Russian, only to Igor whenever he'd dare speak to her.
