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dwobbitfromtheshire · 4 hours
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More Than Words
A Rovickie one-shot with a side of Jargyle and Platonic Vargyle. Okay, platonic Vargyle turned out to be a big side. Oops.
Vickie had wanted to be paired up with Robin for their next and supposedly last mission, but Hopper had other plans. It might have been a smart idea, though, she thought. She would have just gotten distracted, but she hadn't really had a chance to talk with Robin since all of this happened. It all had to happen quickly, though, to save Hawkins. They were sure that this time, Vecna would be destroyed or, rather, they hoped he would be now that more people were in the know and were willing to help out.
Argyle and Vickie were on guard duty while the others took on the main mission. They all had their own little jobs. Vickie couldn't believe how much Robin had spoken up for her and trusted her enough to have her watch over Max. Jonathan had trusted Argyle enough to watch over Max as well. They didn't know the girl at all or the others, but Vickie was learning quickly that these people were family and they would do anything for each other. It was so clear to see.
"I don't like them either," Argyle spoke up.
Vickie stopped humming to Kate Bush, the music that was currently playing in the hospital room, and looked at Argyle, who stood on the other side of Max's bed.
"Pardon?" Vickie asked.
"Guns," Argyle said, raising his own. "You had this weird look on your face, man, I thought it was the guns. I hate having to use them, but I will if it means protecting this girl."
"I was just thinking about how close these guys are," Vickie said.
"And you feel like you're intruding a little even though they put their trust in you?" Argyle asked.
"Yes! How'd you know?" She asked.
"I'm more than just a pretty face, Lady Vickie," Argyle said, and then he paused. "I feel the same way, too. It feels odd. They all have this history, and I feel like we're both coming in during the final inning. . .did I get that right?"
"Yes, well, I'm glad I'm not alone in feeling this way. I know it's not the most important thing, right now. . .I just feel weird, and I'm glad to be helping here, but I also wish that I was out there with Robin and helping her, you know? I mean, what if she dies? What if I die and I never get to tell her how I feel? But again, there are more important things to worry about right now than that, but then I think about her lips and the fact that she rambles just like me - do you know how many people have told me to just shut up and that no one cares about what I think and the fact that Robin understands that, that she makes me feel like I'm not the only one in the world who does that, who's not a freak for talking like this - and holy shit, I just came out to you before coming out to Robin! I don't even know you!" Vickie exclaimed and slapped a hand over her mouth.
"It's alright, I get it. I'm the same way with Jonathan. I'm still not sure if he's still with Nancy or not," Argyle said. "We're both lone wolves with a shit ton of anxiety. I wanted so badly to help him with that when he first moved to California. . .this adorable boy, who looked completely out of his element. I just wanted to hug the stuffing out of him. We both had shitty dads and were both raised by a single mom with a ton of anxiety because of it. No one ever really wanted to be my friend before because people think I'm too weird, and I say stupid things, but most of it is just me trying to brighten people's day. School sucks, I just thought I could make their day, but it took me a long time to realize that they were laughing at me and then pretending to be my friend for my weed. Jonathan was never like that. He was my first real friend. He actually thought I was funny, and I didn't need to try so hard to be funny around him. I didn't have to be afraid when the laughter stopped with him."
"So, you drove him all the way from California to Indiana and risked your life doing so?" Vickie asked with a soft understanding smile.
"Wouldn't you do the same for Robin?" Argyle asked.
"I would," she said sweetly.
Argyle and Vickie shared a knowing smile with each other. It was nice to know that she wasn't alone with feeling this way, and she was starting to feel relieved that it was Argyle she had been stuck with. . .happily stuck here with. Vickie stared at Max's prone form and Argyle's eyes followed her line of sight.
"I hope she wakes up," Argyle said.
"Me too," Vickie said softly and touched Max's fingers. "Hey, I know that you don't me, but my name is Vickie, and this here is Argyle. We're looking out for you while your family is out there fighting for you. No pressure or anything, but I hope you're fighting just as hard as they are. I know my word doesn't mean anything to you because we're complete strangers, but I want you to know that we're going to fight just as hard for you."
"You should listen to her, man. She knows what she's talking about," Argyle said to Max. "And not just because she's also a redhead like you."
Vickie grinned, flashing her dimples at him. Suddenly, their radios crackled to life.
"Fuck! Goddamnit! Demogorgons in the hospital - stupid, Callahan!" Powell's voice said. "One is heading your way, Miss Fisher and Mr. Argyle!"
They had been guarding the entrance to the hospital along with some of the people who served and people who just wanted to fight. Vickie and Argyle paled. He raised his gun and faced the door while remaining on that side of the bed. His long hair was braided and out of the way. It was startling to see his usual soft face suddenly become hard. Vickie shook her head and turned away from him, pointing her own gun at the door. They heard the sound of the demogorgon coming closer, and then they heard it trying to get in. There were tons of objects blocking its path, and she hoped it was slowing it down. Heart pounding in her chest, she managed not to jump when it finally burst through the door. It opened its face and roared.
Vickie and Argyle began to fire immediately. The force of the bullets stunned it for a moment, and it flew back into the mirror that was hanging in the room. Shards of glass fell onto the floor. It only pissed it off. Argyle's weapon ran out of bullets, or it jammed, she wasn't sure. Either way, he tossed it aside and threw his entire body on top of Max's.
"You have to get to me before you get to her, asshole!" Argyle yelled as its claws swiped at his leg, causing him to bleed.
Vickie kept firing, but she ran out of bullets, too. The demogorgon roared again and moved closer, stumbling on the glass. It was bent down at an odd angle now. She saw a shard of glass on the ground and swiped it up immediately. Vickie used the hospital bed as a jumping off point and wrapped herself around its back. She plunged the glass into its neck, not caring that it was also cutting into her hand. Vickie screamed as she stabbed the thing in the neck repeatedly. She did a lot of damage, but it wasn't what stopped it or made it collapse. She fell to the ground with it, and a moment later, everything started shaking. Vickie moved to sit against the hospital bed, Argyle sliding down to sit next to her. She took Argyle's hand with her cut up one and held onto it tightly despite the pain. The shaking stopped a few minutes later.
"Do you think it's over?" Argyle whispered.
"I hope so," Vickie said. "I really hope this means it's done."
"The demogorgon is dead, so I think so," he replied.
"God, my hand is fucked up," Vickie whimpered.
"Yeah, so is my leg," Argyle said.
"We're quite a pair, aren't we? I think I know what this means now," Vickie said. "We're what Steve and Robin are, I think. What's that word. . .it's completely fallen out of my head."
"I think you're in shock, man," Argyle said. "So am I. I could go for some purple palm tree delight right about now."
"Yeah, me too," Vickie said and paused. "Wait, what's that?"
"Weed," he replied.
"Ah, never had any. . .always wanted to try, though," Vickie said.
"I'll show you the ropes," Argyle said.
"Thanks," Vickie said and winced.
"Platonic!" Argyle exclaimed.
"That's it," she giggled.
"I can't believe that I had to come to Indiana in the middle of Apocalypse to find my platonic soulmate," Argyle said.
"I feel like that should be on a shirt," she said and winced again. "God, my hand!"
"I have two good ones. I'll let you use my other one as long as you give it back," he said.
"Done. As long as you are willing to use my leg and give it back to me when you're done," Vickie replied.
They both burst into laughter, which is how the others found them after they came screaming down the hallway with news that they had won. They froze at the sight of them laughing and looked in confusion at the pair. Steve and Robin seemed to somehow get it, though, smiling at them in understanding. The smile slipped off of Robin's face when she saw Vickie's hand.
"Oh, my God! Vickie, your hand!" Robin exclaimed.
"I'm fine now that you're here," Vickie said as Robin knelt down next to her.
"Argyle! Your leg!" Jonathan exclaimed as he rushed over to him.
"All I need is a little bit of purple palm tree delight, and I'm good to go, man," Argyle said. "Also, Vickie wanted to try some."
"What the fuck? Who's there? It's fucking dark. . .can someone turn on the lights?" Max's voice startled everyone.
Lucas was by her bedside in an instant, jumping over the dead demogorgon to get to her.
"I'm here, Max," Lucas said.
"Lucas. . .?" Max asked. "Fuck, I'm blind, aren't I?"
"I'm here, Max," Lucas whispered as he placed his hand on her cheek. "I'm here."
The next morning, Vickie had woken up before anyone else. They were all at Steve's house, the base of operations doubling as a shelter as well. She was sitting in the kitchen, staring at her bandaged hand that was resting on the island. She wiped the tears away with her unbandaged hand, and then she hurried to clean her face when she heard familiar voices coming closer.
"I really think you're doing it on purpose, Robin," Steve said as he walked into the kitchen.
"My mother herself told you that I've been kicking in my sleep since the womb. You were warned," Robin said, following him.
"Whatever, I'm up now," Steve said. "Oh, hey, Vickie. Are you an early riser, or does your dad kick in his sleep, too?"
"No," Vickie giggled. "By the way, thanks for letting us stay here."
"You're welcome. The more the merrier. Although, I wish it were under better circumstances," Steve said.
Vickie burst into tears and threw herself into Robin's arms.
"I dreamed you were eaten by a demogorgon, and I couldn't save you!" Vickie sobbed. "And I never got to tell you how much you mean to me that I like you how I like boys, which I guess means I also like women. It's weird but a good kind of weird, you know. I mean, I should have known when I kept pausing on Phoebe Cates's boobs, you know?"
"You know, I'm going to go. . .somewhere else. Uh, I'm cool with it, by the way, Vickie," Steve said. "I'm bisexual too."
He left the kitchen. Vickie pulled back and stared at Robin.
"I'm bisexual?" Vickie asked.
"If that's what sounds right to you. . .I'm a lesbian," Robin said. "I like you how I've always liked girls. It's weird but a good kind of weird."
"You like me?" Vickie asked softly, sniffling.
"I really do. You absolutely drive me crazy in a good way, and I like the way you laugh, especially when I make you laugh. I like the fact that you have a good heart and you're willing to go out of your way to help people. You went above and beyond for Max. You and Argyle both. I love the fact that you ramble like me because I know I'm not the only one who does it, who's not alone in getting odd looks from people when you just can't stop the words from escaping. You make me lose my words more than anyone, and I honestly could just sit here rambling forever. . .to know that you would be there rambling with me would be a dream come true. You're the girl of my dreams, Vickie Fisher," Robin said.
"You're the girl of my dreams, too, Robin Buckley," she whispered. "You know. . .I think I've finally run out of words."
Robin grinned, picked her up, and set her on the counter before stepping in between her legs. Vickie's heart leaped into her throat, her stomach full of butterflies now. She wrapped her arms around Robin's neck and drew her in for a kiss. Her lips molded against Robin's perfectly, her lips as soft as she thought they'd be. There were so many good things to do with your mouth. . .talking, kissing. . .oh, she definitely liked kissing Robin. A euphoric feeling filled her up, from her toes to her stomach to the top of her head. She wrapped her legs around Robin, her hand running through her hair, and nibbled on Robin's lip. Vickie smirked when she let out a moan. Everything around them no longer existed. It was just Robin and Vickie wrapped up in each other. Robin. Robin. Robin. It was the only word floating around in her head. Suddenly, the door to the kitchen burst open.
"Oh! You got the girl!" Argyle said cheerfully. "Way to go, my dude!"
Argyle and Jonathan stood in the kitchen with Steve breathing heavily behind them. Vickie noticed that Argyle was holding Jonathan's hand.
"I see you got the boy," Vickie grinned.
"Hell yeah!" Argyle exclaimed and high fived her. "Well, we'll get out of your hair. Jonathan had a bad dream, so we came in here for a glass of water."
"Oh, don't feel like you have to leave. The kitchen is a common area," Vickie said.
"What are you guys doing up so early? I mean, besides making out in the kitchen," Jonathan said.
"I had a bad dream, and apparently Robin kicks Steve in her sleep," Vickie said.
She looked at Robin and smiled, loving how flushed the other woman looked. She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. Robin grinned.
"I don't think I'll be able to get back to sleep," Robin said.
They all gathered around the island, and for a moment, there were no words needed. It was just the feeling of being around each other, knowing that you weren't alone after everything you've been through. Sometimes words were needed, and sometimes they weren't. Vickie enjoyed the feeling of having Robin in her arms. They didn't talk or ramble. . .they had the rest of their lives to do that. Vecna was dead, Hawkins was saved, and his victims freed from his grasp. Eddie's name would soon be cleared. Yeah, people were dead, Max was blind but life constantly showed you that things could always be worse. Vickie felt like they could get through this together. She could fight the nightmares, knowing that she had her newfound family by her side. Strange how quickly that happened.
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dwobbitfromtheshire · 10 hours
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Some Ronancers are so completely toxic they'll turn Vickie into an utter bitch and take up the Rovickie tag on ao3 just to make their ship valid and ruin Robin's relationship with Steve which must be so embarrassing for the nice Ronancers who don't do that petty bullshit. There's people like that in other ships, too. Why can't we write drama that makes sense? Shout-out to the nice Ronancers, I don't ship it myself, but maybe if there were more people like you, I would have eventually gotten on board as a multishipper. One toxic one literally went out of their way to tag me in a story where Robin and Nancy were talking shit about Steve. You can't block parts of a ship tag, so I block the whole tag, which is a shame. Some of the stories I read were good.
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dwobbitfromtheshire · 14 hours
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I really like my headcanon that Steve’s parents are present, but they just happen to be gone whenever the kids or someone else in the party is around. Like maybe, Steve’s dad is fighting a giant scandal in his company, and his wife works with him, so she goes with him. Steve doesn't talk about his parents a whole lot because he's also keeping a secret for them. A secret only Robin knows. His parents are lavender married. His mom is a lesbian, and his dad is gay. His dad built his insurance company from the ground up to make sure everyone had the right to insurance, and as much as he doesn't like it, John Harrington has to save face for his clients and the people who work for him. Maggie, his wife, is his platonic soulmate and his rock, so their love is real. They have to keep up the appearance that they're straight for the asshole conservatives. Steve didn't always know, so he does everything to make sure that their secret is safe. I love Sean Robert Leonard and Stana Katic as his parents. . .in my head anyway. Anyone else is welcome to use all this as well.
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dwobbitfromtheshire · 16 hours
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I just need to see Robin and Steve arguing in sign language in season 5. Just once. Do you think Robin's hands would move as fast as her mouth? 😂
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dwobbitfromtheshire · 18 hours
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I need a dramatic rain kiss between Stoncy. The red skies clear, the little floating wisps disappear, and then rain starts to pour as though it was cleaning it all away. The town had been saved, Vecna was dead, and all his cursed victims have been freed. Steve, Jonathan, and Nancy start hugging each other. Without even thinking about it, Steve kisses Jonathan, and when he pulls back, he kisses Nancy, too. Their grins just widen, and they're all just happy, but they're not making a big deal out of it because it's all fallen into place perfectly. Dustin, however, is another story.
"Steve?! Did you just kiss Jonathan and Nancy?!" Dustin shrieked over the pouring rain.
"Yeah," Steve said calmly, and Dustin looked at him expectantly. "Oh! Yeah, Jonathan, here's your gum back."
And then he kisses Jonathan again. There was no gum. He just wanted to kiss Jonathan again. And then they all just kiss in the rain, leaving Dustin to ask questions about what Nancy and Jonathan's intentions are towards Steve. Later, when the rain finally stopped, Dustin would tell Steve how happy he was for him. He had never thought to set Steve up with both Jonathan and Nancy.
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dwobbitfromtheshire · 19 hours
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Robin talking about Vickie. Steve just listens and then smiles. . .super supportive. ❤️‍🔥
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dwobbitfromtheshire · 19 hours
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I hate the Robin x Carol ship with my entire being. It doesn't make any sense. Anyone but the girl of her dreams, right? Some of you act like you love Robin, but I think you might actually really hate her. Justice for Robin Buckley, you deserve better by this fandom.
My anxiety has been off the roof lately, so I'm going to do my breathing exercises. Do some journaling . . . Learn to let shit go or otherwise, this kind of stupid shit is going to raise my blood pressure. Block, remember to block the tags and block the people who post stupid shit. I just have to keep doing that. I've probably been really annoying lately. . .
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dwobbitfromtheshire · 21 hours
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This is so beautiful! I love the coloring. Well, everything about it. @magic8 <their art.
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Canon Dialogue (I am not apologizing for being abnormal about them):
Robin to Steve: . . .And Vickie laughed. It wasn't like a cheap fake laugh either. It was a real genuine laugh. . . My point is that Vickie laughed and everything it was just, like, perfect. . .but I'm having this problem where I should stop talking. . .I have said everything that I need to say but I guess I get nervous and the words they keep spilling out and my brain is moving faster than my mouth or rather my mouth is moving faster than my brain and it's like I'm digging this hole for myself and I want to stop digging and I'm trying to stop digging but I can't and I'm doing it right now, aren't I? . . . I'm hopeless. *to Steve* If only we could just like combine. Think about it. . .I know exactly what I want, I found the girl of my dreams, and I just can't get the courage to ask her out. Meanwhile, you go on a million dates and you have no idea what you want so if we just combined all of our problems would be solved because alone, let's face it. . .
Steve: We totally suck. . .
Robin: Totally and utterly. . .
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@mcfuckenlovenit That's helpful advice, thank you! 😊
Okay, here's my rant about Argyle, and I definitely think he deserves better:
A lot of people love him, and a lot of people don't. A lot of people think he ruined Jonathan's character. Why? Because he actually got that boy to relax by smoking weed. Weed helps with anxiety, or so I've heard. Never actually tried any. He was what Jonathan needed, and he was what led me to start liking Jonathan in the first place. He was so important to the story, and it pisses me off that people couldn't see that. He was a great friend to Jonathan. He helped them get to Lenora and risked his life to do it. He was the one to suggest Surfer Boy as a place to help El piggy bag in the freezer to help the others. He's clearly smart, but people are so focused on him being the comic relief that all they see is a dopey idiot and not seeing someone who's trying to ease the tension by being funny. He's so kind and I think he would be a valuable member of the party. He left his home behind, and I think people don't really think about that. He has such a big heart, and I really hope he's coming back. I really want him to show people that they're wrong about him, that he's not useless. Of course, I want him to be safe, but I also want to see him fight. And I think, seeing as Vickie would be the newest one added to the party, he would welcome her with open arms, and he would love her. Justice for Argyle. Justice for Vickie. Justice for Ted. I see so much unnecessary hate for them all.
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Rovickie moodboard. ❤️‍🔥
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Okay, here's my rant about Argyle, and I definitely think he deserves better:
A lot of people love him, and a lot of people don't. A lot of people think he ruined Jonathan's character. Why? Because he actually got that boy to relax by smoking weed. Weed helps with anxiety, or so I've heard. Never actually tried any. He was what Jonathan needed, and he was what led me to start liking Jonathan in the first place. He was so important to the story, and it pisses me off that people couldn't see that. He was a great friend to Jonathan. He helped them get to Lenora and risked his life to do it. He was the one to suggest Surfer Boy as a place to help El piggy bag in the freezer to help the others. He's clearly smart, but people are so focused on him being the comic relief that all they see is a dopey idiot and not seeing someone who's trying to ease the tension by being funny. He's so kind and I think he would be a valuable member of the party. He left his home behind, and I think people don't really think about that. He has such a big heart, and I really hope he's coming back. I really want him to show people that they're wrong about him, that he's not useless. Of course, I want him to be safe, but I also want to see him fight. And I think, seeing as Vickie would be the newest one added to the party, he would welcome her with open arms, and he would love her. Justice for Argyle. Justice for Vickie. Justice for Ted. I see so much unnecessary hate for them all.
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Oh look it took them 2 years but they’re figuring it out!!
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But will they have enough time to figure out byler endgame too before s5 comes out… ?
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They deserve to fuck shit up in season 5 and they deserve to do it together.
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I'm just ranting about all the characters who don't deserve the hate today. Do you guys want to see me rant about Argyle next? Anyway, Justice for Vickie. . .
I really try to let things go, but then someone calls Vickie Robin's carbon copy, and it makes a little feral. What the fuck are we all doing on here if we're not trying to find people who have the same quirks, interests, and ships as we do? We come together to find people like us so we know we're not alone. It must be so comforting to Robin to find someone who has a neurodivergent brain like she does. Who completely gets it when she rambles and people look at her like she's stupid. Part of it was because she was a lesbian, that she felt she couldn't connect with people, but I guarantee you, it's also because she talks a lot that she pushed herself away. Vickie rambles like Robin, so she must be the exact same. No, seriously, what are we all doing on here if it's not to form connections with people who have similar quirks? All couples have something in common. They're not all completely different. It's what allows them to make the connection and to keep it. It's just so fucking annoying. How the hell do you guys manage relationships with that kind of attitude? Hating on something that Vickie does means you actually hate Robin as well. The worst thing about it is that you pretend like you love Robin, but the fact that you hate Vickie is just further proof that it's something you would change about Robin and Eddie. There's nothing I hate more than people who pretend like they love a character but hate the part of her that makes her special.
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If you love Mike and Nancy Wheeler but hate Ted, then you actually hate Mike and Nancy, too. They're so much like their dad, especially Mike. Billy is the same age as Nancy and Karen listed after him. She was pregnant with Nancy at the same time that Billy's mom was pregnant with him. How does that not turn you off from Karen immediately? And if you hate him for looking tired all the time, for putting his foot in his mouth, for not knowing how to communicate with his family, and for not being able to be as physically intimate with them like he probably wants to be. . .then I guess you hate people with autism. He's a perfect example of what people with autism are like when they've been working and masking all day. I've seen it with my dad. While my dad may be a dick, I understand why he is that way because I'm autistic, too. It's frustrating because sometimes we don't know how to communicate with each other. We both have a hard time telling when the other person is joking or when they're being offensive, and there are times where I wish we would hug more, but then I'm glad we're not. Not to mention that his ticks are different than mine. The noises he makes sometimes don't sit right on my ears and vice versa. We're both adhd as hell, and we forget things so much. . .he keeps telling me to remind him to do something and then is surprised when I forget. I also forgot to write it down, and I think he forgets that I forget. We find a way to talk, though, and a lot of it is through our shared love of a video game that we're both hyperfixated on. My point here is that it's tough to communicate when you're autistic, not impossible. . .just tough. Karen tries to communicate with her children, but she doesn't know yet that they're autistic and she doesn't acknowledge how much like they're dad they are. I honestly think sometimes she hates Ted for it. If Karen wanted to leave Ted, she would have. He's not forcing her to stay. He's literally just sitting his chair after working all day. She's a grown woman who's afraid to be on her own. The thing is, she probably knows it's difficult for Ted to realize anything is wrong. She knows that in order to open up a discussion between them, it has to be her who makes the first move, so why doesn't she do it? I just don't understand how people can hate Ted Wheeler, but then claim they love Mike and Nancy. I don't get it.
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Nancy invites her boyfriends over but then gets called away to the school newspaper. Bored, they put on her makeup, swearing to take it off before she gets back. Nancy gets back and was about to talk to Mike when she saw them. . .hello, pretty boys. She's not even mad. 😂
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