However Long It Takes.

                                                          However long it takes.

                                                                 Yours, Klaus

OC AESTHETICS  ➵ Daphne Stevens + Romeo Homes {Riverdale s2}

“So you’ve finally shed your red Converse and bomber jackets for a new leather skin and biker boots, huh, Stevens?” 

Daphne crossed her arms over her chest, the black leather rubbing unfamiliar against her skin, and looked up at the insanely tall teenager. 

“I’m not doing this for me,” her eyes glanced over at Jughead sitting with Toni and the rest of the high school Serpents in the cafeteria. She drew her attention back to Romeo and breathed out, uncrossing her arms, “I’m doing this for Jug.” 

“You’re looking out for your people-,” he nodded in understanding, “as Serpents, that’s what we do.” 

“Among other things,” the biting words flew out of her mouth before she could stop them. 

Romeo’s jaw tightened with a surge of anger, but he managed to keep his voice leveled, “Look, the Northsiders might’ve painted sinful snakes out of us, but trust me when I say they are just as tainted, too.”  

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PLOT BUNNIES - Something Wicked

Original Character - Ashley Keegan 

Fandom - Stranger Things, Steve Harrington/OC

To the town of Hawkins, Indiana, Ashley Keegan was wallpaper—omnipresent, quiet, and rarely acknowledged.  Hell, nobody even looked her in the eye.  After a car accident claimed her father and golden boy older brother, they didn’t quite know how to.  But that was okay.  Between school and her part-time jobs, she didn’t have the time for them.  Their mortgage needed two incomes, and her mom could only manage 1.3 of those.  Her paper route, the arcade, that part-time library gig, and some seasonal work made up about 0.5…..yeah, things could be better.  Their one regular visitor was the vulture of a realtor itching to plant a ‘for sale’ sign in their front lawn.

The thing about being wallpaper—being part of the background nobody ever notices—the thing is you get to notice things.  For years Ash Keegan knew next to everything about Hawkins, Indiana.  Whose marriages were unhappy, who wasn’t paying their bills (other than her mother), who was being bullied, who really drove old man Kapowski’s tractor into the lake…the gossip she had would make the local housewives drool more than a tiramisu.  Until Will Byers disappeared.  Government vans, a fake body, an abruptly un-dead kid…she didn’t know anything about that.  Thank God.  She already had about four full plates and was trying to balance a fifth in the crook of her elbow.

But that was 1983.  This was 1984, a George Orwell of a different story.  Creditors and college applications loomed.  Her brother’s room still looked the same.  A war between pumpkin patch dynasties cost her the fall job she counted on.  Also, the trash cans cans next door were haunted, neighbor kid Dustin got a bizarre new pet, and suddenly elementary school-playmate/current prom king Steve Harrington was babysitting him?  Dustin’s mom hadn’t asked her to babysit him in months.  Not quite a government conspiracy, but the subtleness rang just as sinister.  

Halloween brought out the weirdest shit.

Here I am, jumping aboard the Stranger Things train!  This fic would theoretically start with season 2.  Face claim is Saoirse Ronan.  All gifs from gif huts.