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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FOURTEEN His Open Casket
Maybe she had been wrong to ask why her Father was so possessive over her. Maybe she had been too blind to see the answers in front of her. They were hidden in the basement, in California, in Russia– he carried those answers with pride as he stood tall every time he walked through the front door.
Normal wasn't in his vocabulary. It wasn't an option. So be it, if working with secret dimensions and keeping Russian commies hidden away below a mall meant no new beginnings for Amelia, then so be it.
She was just too fragile and too naive to even believe the outside world was free from any monsters and murderers. He couldn't let her roam freely, knowing those creatures and evils were waiting to knock on death's door.
After all, the only real danger she ever had to face was him.
When younger, grade school was a place for massacres. Kids would get kidnapped and monsters would take the form of toddlers, using them to lure victims into the other side. He would hardly ever listen to her or Margot's proposals to let her attend, but his answers would always dismiss whatever nonsense they tried knocking into him. He was a man of very few words but made himself easily understood.
She's too young to expose her to dangers.
What dangers?!
What an awful take on fatherhood.
Dangerous people! He'd justify. Dark places! Amelia could only just frown while tears threatened to flow down her cheeks.
His nonsense had become frequent, and when her teenage years arrived, Amelia would often explode like a ticking bomb every time he'd lock her inside her own house. He didn't care for any of her pleas. He felt at ease knowing she was held beneath his control.
Her fifteenth birthday and her first day of high school came around.
No more at-home teachers or excuses to not live a normal life.
A curfew was established, as well as a list of dos and don'ts around their hometown in California. By all means, she should never ride her bike late at night, talk to edgy strangers, have a slumber party with friends, or get drunk on booze, or tell anyone about her family, or smoke weed—
Much so, at the ripe age of eighteen, she still chose to follow his rules to have her freedom. She managed to piece the puzzle together after finding herself tied up in all this madness. The two main pieces were the Russians and the 'creature' the others had been running from.
The series of ghostly events was enough to keep her mind enclosed in a bubble as they gathered around in a circle and discussed their next plan of action. She could only wonder how they were so confident regarding this. Had it happened before?
