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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ELEVEN Drugged On Life
Amelia wasn't amused by how Igor had stomped on her and completely destroyed her. Worst of it all was the ugly scar he made sure to leave across her heart after having punctured it by his lies coming to the light of day. It didn't surprise her when he deepened the wound by injecting medicinal fluids into her neck after not receiving the response he wished for.
She had hoped that Father could be forgiven somehow, but it only proved to her how Father wasn't interested in fixing things as she thought one would. Daughter would've never thought she'd ever send Father to hell and wished for his vanishing.
But Father always got what he wanted, right?
Amelia was miserable. She wouldn't seal her mouth shut after Igor left the room with his soldiers. She'd throw nonstop apologies at Steve and Robin, despite the numerous times they told her to drop it. Yet she couldn't live with herself after he had done so much damage to her and them.
"Oh, he will pay." She slurred. "I'll get the FBI on his ass and he'll never hear from me or my mother ever again." She stressed. She felt her brain rot with thoughts scattered all over the place. They bounced off the walls of her head and the minute she thought she managed to collect herself, they'd spiral back into place. Perhaps she had a concussion. "Maybe if I hadn't come here, you two would be safe." She mumbled.
Steve frowned. "Don't say that." He argued. "If you hadn't tried our Butterscotch ice cream, then we wouldn't have met." He turned his head in an attempt to look at the sorrowful girl.
Robin nearly gagged. "That's sappy."
"Yeah, you're right."
"Very sappy." Amelia scoffed. "If we hadn't met, maybe your ego wouldn't be so big and bruised."
"Shut up." He muttered. "Besides, I can't really feel anything," He hummed as his eyes fluttered close, and his head fell back. "Do you?" He prompted, referring to the shot of unknown medicine they had been forced to take.
"I mean, I feel fine. I feel normal." Robin shrugged.
Amelia sniffled and said, "They could've forced us to take hallucinogenics, and we wouldn't know." A small laugh escaped her bruised lips. "I feel like I'm about to throw up, but I'm fine." A wave of joy hit her, "I feel kinda good, actually."
Steve laughed along with her, "I like it."
Amelia felt on a high as the three shared a sort of joyous moment. At every chance she got to listen to Steve laugh, she swore her heart flipped inside her rib cage. Oh, how she dearly loved his laughter.
Robin snorted, "Wanna know a secret?" She teased. They hummed, and she smiled as she slurred her words. "I like it too."
Amelia bumped her head against theirs as their laughter echoed in the room. That sudden wave of happiness was enough for her consciousness to remind herself that she'd be fine, whether she'd make it out alive or not. Though, little voices nibbled on her brain and convinced her of things that made her feel guilty enough for her eyes to water again. It provoked a jungle of mixed feelings to get into her brain and make her question everything.
