" you're good for nothing, I can see why everyone abandons you, you deserve it, all of it." " I never asked you to be different from everyone, I know I deserve that but mind you I don't deserve the way you're treating me." " I never knew the whole truth. " " correction, Mr. Raghuvanshi , you never tried to know the whole truth." " I have admired the moon all my life but now I don't like it anymore, why?" " Maybe you saw it's scar way too closely."

••••• "Don't you want me? / You know I can't believe it when you say that you don't need me" ••••• "This might be the stupidest thing I've ever gotten myself involved in, but I'm in." In which Steve Harrington and Kimberly Henderson go from best friends, to enemies, to lovers. started: 9/2/2020 completed: 12/28/2026 Stranger Things Seasons 1-5 Disclaimer: I don't own Stranger Things, but I do own Kimberly Henderson and her story line.

Aadesh was expecting a soft romance. The one which he read about in books, the one which swept him off his feet and made him feel alive. The one that took his breath away. Instead, the new boy at school finds that his classmate was emotionally sponsored by Gotham city. His little devil did have the ability to take his breath away. Literally. The girl with the secrets she so desperately tries to hide. The girl with the blade she holds so lovingly against his neck. The girl who's blood spills as if it has a mind of its own, trying to lead astray the curious into forests with dangers she's curated herself.' He didn't want to be in her life, not with her secretive, psychopathic tendencies. Not with his heart beating out of his chest for reasons he couldn't fathom. But somehow, he was. And came with her the dream package. The guy who jokes like nothing matters, patches people up while inventing new expletives, and somehow always ends up right in the middle of things he claims he doesn't care about. The boy who believes in doing the "right thing," even when it's messy, inconvenient, and emotionally expensive, and still stands his ground like it's a personal religion. And that one doll. Soft edges and controlled silence, like satin wrapped around something sharp. She doesn't raise her voice, she doesn't need to. She moves people without them noticing they've been moved, leaves questions instead of answers, and somehow always stays just outside the reach of certainty. Aadesh Malhotra was expecting he'd live a normal life. But curiosity did kill the cat. (or that one time when wannabe golden retriever detective fell for the girl who could make 'good morning' sound mildly threatening.)