Tyler Confronts Wednesday In S2

Beetlejuice literally yanks someone with a broken leg out of their wheelchair and steals it so Lydia doesn’t have to walk on her sprained foot and if you don’t think that’s the cutest shit I dunno what to tell ya.

III. golden hour

tried something a bit different

Tyler: Oh, by the way, if you ever speak disrespectfully again about Wednesday I'll kill you.

Tyler, laughing: Sorry, that sounded like a joke. I will actually kill you.

snowdrop, part one

A/N: (found the gif used in the moodboard on pinterest, I'm sorry I do not know the creator)

Summary: “Excuse me, do you work here?” 

Warnings: Gideon!daughter!reader, reid wears glasses pre s1 because I said so (at least in this fic), literally just fluff, coffee-based flirting, kissing

Word count: 1908

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“Excuse me, do you work here?” 

You stopped dead in your tracks, book halfway pushed back onto the shelf. Looking over your shoulder, you saw a lanky man with heavy glasses resting on his little nose. 

“I-, yeah,” you quickly spat out, turning to face him completely, “what can I do for you?”

“I was trying to find Chaucer, but I, um, can’t,” he explained, shrugging his brown leather satchel back up into place on his shoulder. 

“Oh, well, let me show you,” you walked around the corner with him in tow, “it’s right over-,” your finger scanned down the dark shelf, but both it and your sentence fell short when you found the designated spot to be empty, “oh, I see why. You must have not been the only one in the medieval mood,” you flashed him a small smile. 

“Seems so,” he said slowly, his eyes taking their time washing over your face. 

“You know what?” you snapped your fingers, “I think there might be a few more down in the archive, but I think they might be the kind that you’re not allowed to take home with you…”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” his face lit up at your words, “I was just gonna read a few right here during my break anyway.”

Your eyebrows shot up, “a few?” Chaucer wasn’t exactly what you would call light reading… 

“Yeah, I, um,” you saw him struggle to figure out how much to explain, “yeah…”

“Alright,” you slowly started making your way in the direction of the front desk and where the staircase to the basement was located, “I will be right back,” you assured him, seeing him flash you a cute tight-lipped smile before he disappeared from your view completely. 

“Good news!” you were still somewhat out of breath from how you’d rushed back up the stairs to see the patiently waiting man again, “I found a copy of The Book of the Duchess!” you held the old book over your head. 

“Perfect!” he looked at you as if you’d just done a magic trick, “thank you so much.”

“Just, doing my job,” you suddenly felt yourself getting nervous under his warm gaze.

“Still,” his hand brushed against yours as you handed him the hardcover, “thank you. I’ve been feeling a little homesick the past few days, so maybe this will do the trick. Thank you, um,” you followed his wandering vision to stare down at your own chest, “I’m sorry,” he blushed, quickly averting his gaze, “I wasn’t looking at your-… I was just trying to see if you were wearing a nametag, which you are not… I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay” you smiled, honestly finding his reaction kinda cute, “my name is Y/n.”

“Y/n,” face still a tomato, he reached out his hand, “I’m Spencer.”

Grabbing it with your own, you couldn’t stop the small giggle that fought to escape your chest, “it’s nice to meet you, Spencer. So, what are you studying?”

“Oh, I’m not a student here,” he let go of your faintly clammy palm, “my boss just teaches here, and I’m still new on the job, so he’s allowed me to shadow him for a while just in the beginning.”

“Really? What do you work-“ your question was cut short as the elderly librarian snapped at you.

“Y/n!” you whipped around to see her holding out the phone to you, the cord no longer curly from how she tried to reach you, “it’s your brother on the line. Says it’s urgent. “

“Oh,” damn your older brother’s timing. Maybe if he’d just given you a bit longer, you would be the one calling about relationship drama and not the other way around, “I’m sorry Spencer, I really need to take that,” maybe Ava had kicked him out again? Not the first time and undoubtedly not the last.

“Yeah, yeah, no, you go,” he rushed out, waving an encouraging hand, “talk to your brother.”

“Okay,” you slowly backed up, “enjoy the book. Hope it works in making you feel a bit more at home.”

“Me too,” he bit down on the corner of his bottom lip in order to restrain his rapidly rising smile, “I’ll see you around, yeah?”

Now around the counter, the other librarian impatiently handed the telephone off to you, “yeah, see you,” and as you raised the phone up to your ear to hear Stephen midsentence, mumbling something, you mouthed Spencer a small bye before finally forcing your eyes off of him and turning your attention elsewhere.

Not a day went by where you didn’t see Spencer. Every break he got, even if it wasn’t a long one, he would spend it in the library. 

He kept on asking you where certain books were, and even though it had to be just poor excuses to talk to you, you still jumped at it every single time, eagerly helping him even if the book was literally right in front of his own nose. Every time he as much as glanced up at you from the pages of the book he was speeding through, you blushed like a little schoolgirl who’d never even been in the same room as a boy. 

One day, after a few weeks of this routine, he’d caught you right before your own break. Maybe you were just feeling confident that day or maybe, time had finally caused you to get over the initial high his presence gave you, nevertheless, you’d asked if he wanted to check out the cafe across campus. 

You’d never been there before, didn’t really know why, maybe it was just that every time you wanted a cup of coffee, you went for the easy, comfortable option and not venture out on some great quest. You had a feeling that he’d understand, so that’s just how you’d worded it, to essentially hold your hand while you checked out a new place. 

Understand he did. Nearly stumbling over his own feet in anticipation.

And that innocent little coffee-based flirting was probably what led to this.  

“Dad, I’m fine, really,” you spoke into the sage green phone and leaned against the front desk, bumping it with your hip softly, “you don’t need to wait for me to get off work.”

“You sure? Because it’s only a few hours.”

“Yeah, you just use that time to go shopping for dinner or something.”

“Alright,” he sighed contently. Even though the reason for your father's leave still weighed heavy on his shoulders, the ample time you suddenly got to spend with him felt like a gift. 

“Oh, and get ready to lose within like six moves tonight,” you smiled, dreaming of the many games of chess you always played when he came over for your weekly dinner. 

“Six?”

“Yeah, well, I learnt from the best,” you sang, turning just in time to see a familiar tall figure move through the library doors. He was balancing two beige to-go coffee cups in his hands and hastily making his way towards you, “hey, I gotta run, okay?”

“Okay, see you tonight,” your father spoke, but his words didn’t really cling to you as all you could focus on was the smile on the fast-approaching man, “I love you, honey.”

“Love you too, dad, bye,” you hung up just in time for Spencer to come to a stop right on the other side of the counter. “Hi,” you felt your heartbeat start to pick up at his sudden presence. 

“Hey,” Spencer beamed, sliding one of the coffee cups over the high desk to you, “here…”

Staring at the paper cup in pure awe for a good while, you blinked up at him again and asked, “is that for me?”

“Yep,” he nodded timidly, taking a small sip of his own. 

“Did you just come here to bring me a cup of coffee?” you picked it up and brought it closer to your smiling lips. 

“No, no, I, um,” he not so subtly scrambled his brain for an excuse, “well, I also wanted to read something…”

“Hm,” you took a sip of the steaming beverage, “good thing you came to a library then.”

“Yeah, right,” he giggled softly, wincing cutely at himself.

“So,” you leaned over the counter, closing in on him, fully aware of just how low cut your shirt of the day was, “what’ll it be today?”

“I, um, uh, m-maybe something on hydrology?” 

“Hydrology?”

“Yeah…”

“Okay, well, if there are any up here, there should be over in 551,” you pointed to the designated section, “but I think that’s the kind of thing we keep mostly down in the archive.”

Biting his bottom lip, he asked softly, “can I come with you?”

“Downstairs?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m not really supposed to bring anyone down there without the proper authorisation…” 

“Right, yeah, sorry,” he glanced down, shaking his head.

Setting down the drink, you grabbed the crammed bundle of keys off the desk, “let’s go.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” you glanced around you to check for the other librarian, “just, don’t bring the coffee,” you snatched it from his fingers and set it down before he could smuggle it with him, “Debby would actually kill me if I allowed food or drinks of any kind down there.” 

Chuckling, he followed your lead, sneaking down the dark staircase you exposed with the click of the lock. 

Switching on the flickering light, you noted how Spencer’s face too lit up from the vision of the hoard of books now at his fingertips. 

“Wow,” he breathed out, moving almost as if the tomes were calling his name. 

“I know,” you followed him as he wandered through the maze-like basement like a kid in a toy shop. 

“How do you not just spend all of your time down here?” he glanced over his shoulder at you, “this is amazing,” he uttered, ghosting his fingers over a few of the delicate spines. 

Fighting to remember the task at hand, you blanked, “I, um, hydrology.”

“Yeah,” it seemed like it took him a second to remember what you were talking about. 

“It should be over here,” you walked past him, deeper down the narrow path. “Here,” your eyes flickered to find the correct Dewey decimal number. “So, um,” your breath got caught in your throat as he stopped close enough for his arm to brush up against yours, “I don’t know, do you just wanna take a look at what there is or-“

Your babbling was cut off as you glanced over, just to gauge his response and was instead greeted by his lips softly pressing up against your own. Your fingers quickly came up to the sides of his neck as you felt your balance begin to sway. 

“Wow,” you breathed out, almost tipping over as he pulled back. 

“Wow?” he misread your stunned expression and started to loosen his grip around your waist. 

“Yeah,” you let a shaky exhale flow from your smile before pulling him down for more. 

“Y/n?” you heard the heavy door creak open, “are you down here?”

Tearing away from each other, you felt a string of saliva snap back against your face, disconnecting you completely. The sound of your co-worker’s voice had been like a smack to the back of your head, “yes?” you squeaked through your swollen lips. 

“We need you back upstairs,” Debby demanded. 

“Yep, yep,” you clasped your palm over Spencer’s lips as soon as you saw them threaten a laugh, “I’ll be right up!”

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all because i liked a boy - steve harrington

synopsis: nancy is steve’s ex who is closer to the group than you are. when you start dating steve, they all start to be cold and harsh to you. 

pairing - steve harrington x reader

warning/s - angst, the group being mean towards you

author’s note - there’s definitely a part two to this don’t you worry

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Nancy has always been the mother of the group. She has been through a lot with them, and has protected them from all the troubles they’ve been through. During the problems they had with Vecna, it’s no secret she has been starting to develop feelings for Steve, again. 

You were only a part of the group for not that long. When they needed your help, you gladly gave it to them, and in the process of defeating Vecna, you and Steve fell for each other. So, when he asked you out, you accepted. Not long after, you two had started dating. 

–

The only peaceful time at Hawkins was during mornings. No shouting, no nosy neighbors, just peace. Making a cup of coffee before starting the day became a part of your daily routine. As you got ready to go outside, you saw Steve pulling in your driveway. 

“Hey, what are you doing here?” You smiled as Steve pulled you in for a kiss. 

“Why? Is it wrong to pick up my beautiful girlfriend?” He pulled you in for another kiss as you chuckled. You definitely got lucky with Steve. He’s everything you need in a man, someone who’s caring, and sweet, I’m talking like flowers everyday type of man. He was perfect. 

When you both got in the car, you started jamming to your favorite songs on the way to school. As he dropped you off, you both shared a passionate kiss. 

“Alright, I’ll see you later babe. Love you!” He blew you a kiss as he drove off 

“Love you too!” You replied as you were waving at him. 

What you guys didn’t know was that someone else was watching. 

– 

As you were walking along the hallways, you stumbled across Robin whom you waved at. She just glared at you in reply. Weird. She’s not usually like this. Figuring that maybe she was just in a bad mood or was having a bad day, you shrugged it off. 

During lunch, you usually sat with Robin and Nancy. However, when you noticed they weren’t there, you just sat with your other friends. That was interesting, you thought. Maybe it was just a coincidence, paying no attention to it at all, you decided to shrug it off again. 

After school, your day just got weirder, when you tried to talk to Max, it seemed as if she was in a hurry. You kept on asking if something was wrong, yet she just kept on insisting that she had something important to do. 

“Hey Max!” you said with a smile

“Hey” she muttered as she hurriedly put her stuff away in her locker before going in the other direction. 

“Max! Is something wrong?” You said with a worried look plastered on your face. She nodded as she continued to run away from you. What was going on?

– 

Worried that something wrong happened, you went to Dustin’s house hoping to get an answer. He was smiling when you saw him but as soon as he saw you at the door, it was quickly replaced with a frown. 

“Ok that’s it! What is going on? Why is everybody being rude to me today?” You said as you furrowed your eyebrows. Dustin sighed. 

“(Y/N), look it’s not your fault” He said trying to make you feel better. 

“Not my fault? Everybody just seems so off today!” you ranted. “Everybody seems to be in a good mood but as soon as they see me, they instantly either avoid me or ignore me” you continued. 

Dustin just looked at you with a look on his face, it was as if he was disappointed in you and mad. “I’m sure you did nothing wrong, m-maybe everyone just had a bad day..?” He said trying to make an excuse. But you knew something was wrong. You noticed he stuttered, and he tends to do that a lot whenever he’s lying. Dustin is a bad liar. 

You sighed, not wanting to fight him. “Look, just at least give me a hint of what I did”

“You just– you hurt one of us okay? And she’s someone very important” 

“And I’m not? How am I supposed to know if you don’t tell me?” You replied. He sighed once again. You were itching to find out what was going on. 

“Fine, just talk to Nancy or something ok?” He said as you nodded, and he closed the door clearly not wanting to speak to you anymore. 

So, you went to bed that night thinking what you did wrong. Retracing your steps from the moment you woke up even up to the day before. I don’t get it you wondered, you were all fine the day before, all of you were even laughing and planning to hang out. What had gone wrong?

–

The next morning, you woke up really early to go confront Nancy. And when you got to her house, she had a big smile plastered across her face which seemed to fade as soon as she saw you. A simple “Oh” coming out of her mouth. 

“Hi” you gave her a small smile. She greeted you “Hi” back but her eyes were glued on the floor. 

“Nancy, come on, talk to me. What did I do wrong to you?” You grabbed her shoulders forcing her to look at you. 

“It’s nothing, okay?” She tried to explain. “No it's not okay! Everyone has been very cold and distant towards me which is very rude and you gave me no explanation at all on what I did” you ranted. 

For a second, she seemed to hesitate on what to say, but soon, everything poured out of her mouth. 

“You wanna know what you did? You’re dating Steve.” She said, you were confused, you knew they dated but why was she so affected by you dating him. I mean, she was already dating Jonathan so you thought it would be okay with her. 

“What’s wrong with me dating Steve?” you asked confusedly, she took a deep breath before starting to talk again. “You’re supposed to follow the principles of best friends. He’s my ex and you know the rule about not dating your best friend’s ex” she replied. 

“But you’re with Jonathan, I thought it would be ok with you” 

“It’s not okay? Just because I’m with Jonathan doesn’t make it okay.” 

“You were barely even dating Steve, you were in love with Jonathan halfway through your relationship with him” you said. You finally put the pieces together. Her staring at Steve at the lake, her flirting with him whenever he got the chance, her being rude to Robin when they first met because she thought Robin and Steve were dating. It finally made sense, Nancy still likes Steve. 

“You still like him don’t you?” you said as you looked at her. Her eyes went directly to the floor as you said that. And when she turned to look at you, it was a look that a child would give you if they were guilty about something. She still liked him. 

Walking away from her house, you continued walking and was lost in your thoughts. Why were they mad? You can’t control who you love. You felt betrayed, as if someone had ripped your heart from inside you. You felt horrible. Now you know that if you and Nancy ever fought again, they would always choose her side. 

Your friends hated you and shunned you all day because of your relationship with Steve. The thought couldn’t help but make you scoff. It’s so stupid, all of it. 

They’re mad at you all because you liked a boy. 

Happy Star Wars Day!

Cooper Van Grootel as Young Jesse in One True Loves (2023).

Terrible crack idea, no one look at me: Wednesday actually has a colour allergy and at the Rave'N after being doused in red paint she stops breathing.

Tyler's running outside with her in a bridal carry, Enid actually gets physical with Lucas and his normie friends to force them to admit what they 'laced' the paint with.

I feel at some point, Enid would have to go: "God, this reminds me of Wednesday's joke about her allergies. But seriously way worse." Tyler, crouched over Wednesday who is slowly turning blue under the red paint. "Allergy...joke?"

"OH, oh fuck."

And then she gets hosed down. Plus it's a legitimate explanation for why she got a custom uniform. No school I've ever heard of would allow let alone organise a goth uniform just for aesthetic preference.

OR, when she's arrested the Sheriff puts her in an orange jumpsuit for Father V Son Angst.