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f1bordeaux · 8 months

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If You Cared (Part 5) | mv1

It's been years since you've indulged in a vacation. What better time is there than summer? Your family, the beach house in Italy-it seems perfect. But, for things to be just like good old times, your family needs to invite his. So of course you are having mixed feelings as the boy who broke your heart re-enters your life like nothing happened. Warnings: None Pairing: Max Verstappen x Reader Word count: 2.3k Poetry style | Story style A/n: This is it! It's once again rushed because after tonight I wont have my laptop until late October and I really wanted to get this out. So forgive any errors please. I'll rewrite one day! Also, later on I'll write a sequel if you guys want me to because I love this story and the characters. Anyways, enjoy and to those of you who came along for the whole ride, I appreciate you more than you know<3 Cheers and I'll see ya in October! Part One|Part Two|Part Three|Part Four|Part Five

Once your last suitcase was in the trunk, you were ready to go.

One flight took off the following morning at 6. You were willing to sit in that small, grocery store sized airport for a few hours. Anything not to see or think about him. Right now, every room in the house was drowning in memories. You were suffocating.

“Y/n, come inside please.” Your mother begged. It was pouring down rain, and you were sitting on the patio just watching the droplets ricochet off the pool water. “You’ll catch a cold.”

“I don’t mind.” You said.

She sighed, a signal of her defeat. When you left from the charity dinner, taking your mothers rental car with you, nobody but Mia followed. About an hour later, they all pulled into the driveway. Nobody said a word as they walked through the front door to see a pile of suitcases lined up. Nobody dared to even cough as they watched you throw them all in the trunk in the pouring rain. You were done. You’d had enough. Elba was just as dead to you as he was.

Mia begged you to stay the rest of the week, saying that it was Max who should leave, but you couldn’t explain to her how every square inch of the beach house reminded you of his touch. The kitchen brought back memories of his small, butterfly kisses when you both cooked dinner or when his hand would rest on your thigh at the kitchen bar. The living room just reminded you of all the times you fell asleep in his arms during a movie and how he would carry you to your room. Your bedroom was the worst spot of them all. Your sheets still smelled like him, the mirror still displayed his reflection, his clothes were still on your floor.

“I need to go home.” Was all you could say to Mia as she begged you not to.

“Y/n?” The patio door slid open softly, but you didn’t bother looking. “Can we talk?”

“I don’t really feel like speaking to you.”

Luca didn’t sit next to you, he didn’t walk up to you or approach you. Instead, he stayed behind you, speaking to your back. Never before had you or either of your siblings had a situation like this. The three of you had always been close but this. Luca had really done it this time. You also had a little resentment for Mia, too. She’d known for a while and still let you fall head over heels for Max. Was it her fault? No, but she could have said something. She should have said something.

“I’m sorry, y/n.”

“Wow,” You scoffed. “Suddenly everything is all better! Me and Max are getting married tomorrow, want to be the ring bearer?”

“Y/n-”

“What was going through your mind, Luca? Hmm? Can I just ask you that?” You shook your head. It was hard to understand this whole situation.

“I didn’t think he’d take this seriously. I thought he’d say no and laugh it off.”

“But playing with my feelings in the first place was alright? Because you thought he’d say no it was alright?”

Luca fell silent. Obviously it wasn’t right, that much was known. But he didn’t know how to express how sorry he was, or how he didn’t think it would go this far. No matter what he said, you would come back and rebuttal his comment with something more emotional, something more meaningful. Luca wasn’t one with words, he never was and never would be. In this moment, he wished he was.

“Here.” He dropped five or six envelopes on the table next to you. “Maybe you wont forgive me, but this wasn’t his idea.”

Before you could say anything, he was inside, closing the glass door behind him. You looked at the off-white envelopes. They had your family's address on them, but your name was clearly written on there. The return address? The Verstappen house. Not Sophie and Victoria’s house, but the childhood house that Max and his father lived in.

Your heart sank.

After finding the oldest one, dating back to only a few months after he broke up with you, you slid it open and pulled out the paper. A photo fell out, alongside a dried up, flattened rose petal.

Y/n.

I miss you. It might sound selfish to say, but I really do.

I don’t think I ever realized how important love could be in life. I saw it as more of a form of entertainment rather than a necessity. I knew my feelings for you were real, I knew they were physical and emotional and everything in between, but I didn’t know how hard they’d be to get rid of. Leaving you hurt, it hurt so bad that I felt like I couldn’t breathe on my way home. But, I thought they’d go away once I was back with dad. I thought they’d be like a stomach ache or migraine. Like I said, though, they are much harder to get rid of than that. Seeing all the love that other drivers have at the track, seeing their girlfriends and moms and families hurts me. All I have is dad and, well, you know what that's like. I’ve realized that I need someone like you, someone I can laugh with, someone I can talk to, someone who will tell me it's ok and that I won't fail in life after a bad race. I need someone on my side, not someone who is only team Max when I win.

I think of you every time I race. I dedicate every win to you-and mom of course. In the photo I sent, I won my first F3 Grand Prix. It’s a huge step in the right direction and at this pace, I’m set to be the youngest F1 competitor if I can make the Toro Rosso team in a few weeks. I hope you’re there to see it.

I get it if you don't want to talk to me. I know I broke your heart and ruined the rest of your summer but please, if any drop of your feelings were real please write me back. I could use the support.

Love, Max.

Sure enough in the photo a young, 16 year old Max was hoisting a trophy in the air as champagne was sprayed on him. You picked up the rose petal and it crunched in your grasp. Where had these gone? Why didn’t you get any of them? You didn’t move out at sixteen, why didn’t you get them?

The other ones followed the same idea as the first; I miss you, I messed up, I’m making promising moves in my career, please answer my calls or reach out, I love you, Love, Max. And sure enough, every single one made you cry. Near the end of the last one, however, Max wrote;

Take this as my final goodbye. I hope you’re getting these but I’m not getting any response so maybe you’re not. I deserve this, I know. But, I was really hoping things would be different. I’m sorry for the pain I caused you, y/n. If I could take it back, I would.

Dad told me to stop wasting time writing silly letters that get no response, so I guess this is my last one. Hopefully we can reconnect someday. I hope you're watching me on TV. I hope that a piece of you still loves me, as selfish as it sounds. There will always be a place for you in my heart, always.

Goodbye, y/n. I’ve always loved you, and I always will.

Max.

Your hand came up to cup your mouth. These letters were similar to the ones up in your room. Max loved to write, and on your 15th and 16th birthday, he wrote you two beautiful letters that you said you’d cherish forever. You left them in Elba when he broke your heart.

Without even thinking, you stood up, turning on your heel so quickly you were afraid you’d fall. With the letters cradled in your arms, you ran inside. The house felt empty. Nobody was around except for-

“Mia-” You called out in between tears. “Where is-where are-Max, where is Max?”

“He left-”

“What?”

She nodded. “What’s wrong?”

“I need to talk to him. Where did he go?”

“There’s a ferry leaving in like, thirty minutes. He’s going to get on that.”

You shook your head, tossing the letters on the counter before running to the front door. You grabbed a pair of keys and darted through the rain as your sister called out your name. Max at least deserved a chance to explain himself, right? Maybe he was too prideful, too nervous, too scared to speak to you himself. That was alright. You’d just go to him.

The drive was long, you were afraid you’d miss the ferry. It left at five am, you assumed, and it was 4:48 when you pulled into the dock. He was probably already on the boat, no? He was probably already in his seat waiting for the departure to begin. That wouldn’t stop you.

Maybe fate was on your side, maybe it was meant to be. Whatever it was, Max was standing in line to load onto the boat, suitcase in hand. “Max!” You shouted. He was still in his suit, you were still in your dress. Neither of you looked as elegant as before, but it would be wrong to say you thought he looked bad.

He turned to look at you, his eyes wide when he saw who was calling your name. “Y/n?” Max turned out of line and walked near you.

In seconds your arms were around his shoulders, pulling him into a hug that took him a few beats to reciprocate. You then pulled away, looking him in the eyes as tears flooded yours. He was confused, taken aback, even. “We need to talk.”

“But I’m leaving-”

“Please stay.”

“I’m mad at you, don’t get me wrong.” You said, looking off into the distance. There was a small cafe near the dock that was open for breakfast. So, the two of you sat outside and drank tea whilst looking like complete lunatics.

“So why’d you come get me?” He asked. “You could have completely let me go.”

“What good would that do? I would just hate you forever and it would eat me alive. Just like it did last time.”

Max shrugged. “I don't think I deserve a second chance.”

“Luca gave me the letters you wrote me as a kid.”

Max turned pale. “What?”

“Yeah,” You nodded. “I never got them as a girl or trust me, I would have written you back-or texted you at least.”

“I know you never got them.”

Did you hear him correctly? He knew? In the last letter he assumed you didn’t get them. “How’d you know?”

Max looked at the sunrise that was touching the horizon. The sky looked beautiful. There were no clouds, only bright shades of reds and yellows, blues and purples. The water from the ocean reflected the scenery perfectly. He didn’t know how to answer your question. It would be embarrassing if he did. He never planned on you seeing those even though he sent them.

“I was writing your address wrong. I was one number off or something, so they all got sent back at once. I sent them back after fixing it, but I called Luca and told him not to let you get them.” He said in one breath, cheeks igniting with a blush. “I was too embarrassed.”

That's why you didn’t get them.

You were torn. If he really cared he wouldn’t have taken the bet, right? If he really cared, he would have let those letters get to you. What if this was just another elaborate part of his plan? You wanted to believe it, you wanted to see the truth in Max’s story, but you couldn’t trust him. You couldn’t read him as well as you once could. A piece of you was saying, shut up and take it, he's your dream man, and another piece of you was saying, do better.

“Did you ever really care about me?” You asked.

Max looked at you with wide eyes. “What?”

“This summer,” You reiterated. “Did you ever really care about me? Be honest with me.”

Without missing a beat he said, “I didn’t just care about you, I loved you. I don’t like to admit my feelings-mainly because I grew up in a house where feelings didn’t exist-but I couldn’t hide the love I have for you. I’ve never been able to hide it. Ask dad, mom or Vic.”

You sighed. “The scary part is, Max, even after all this, even after I found out one of the worst things, even after I felt used and objectified, I still want you. Every part of my body is screaming no, telling me to run and leave without turning back but one small, small sliver of me is begging to stay.”

Max leaned across the table, palm coming to cup your chin. He smiled softly, his breath dancing across your cheek. It felt refreshing. It felt like summer. Perhaps things would be ok. Perhaps things would always be ok.

“So stay.” He said. “I promise to love you, y/n. I will love only you.”

Your lips connected to his. It was a soft kiss, one that reminded you of your first. Did you know what was going to happen once he went back to racing and you went back to work? No. Did you know if he was your boyfriend now? No. Did you know if things were going to work out? No. But honestly, nothing in life is for certain. But damn, sitting in front of an italian coffee shop, watching the sun rise over the ocean with Max’s lips on yours felt nice.

You were excited for a lifetime of moments like these. All of them with your childhood boyfriend by your side.

And yeah, you did feel like you could call him that now. You could call Max whatever the hell you wanted to.

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sayyourprayers · 10 months

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It is kinda cute how the Duffers' writing is rated on here. Cuz like that isn't how shit works at all. But ya guys, make it work. And also be patronising as hell while you're at it. The treatment of POC characters or homo-sexuality/phobia (yes that too, sowie) and war and cop worship and sexism and classism and mental health (people not named Max exist) are not exceptions to what is otherwise stellar writing. What the hell are y'all on about? Especially treatment of POC characters.

Ya cuz I'm only keeping my eyes peeled open to see where they falter and ooh POC. Bad Duffers! Everything else is dope I say. Like that's a compartmentalisation that even works. It's not a gangrenous arm that you get to cut off n then be like.....woah now you're gangrene free. Nope it's part of the whole show. You can't discount it to rate the writing. Hello. How's that the only thing you discount (cuz other stuff is considered good writing in most circles)? And then say: the Duffers are great writers but....... No the duffers are mid writers because.......

That's how the sentence is supposed to start bitch. That's how stuff's rated. Go take a course on haterism. It's more holistic. Holistic shitting >>>>>>>>>>> compartmentalised dick riding.

Roger Ebert would have 4 starred everything if he had the foresight y'all have. Just forget the bad parts exist. Four stars that it ended right? Be for fucking real.

P.S. I see who RBs what from where and how the tags differ depending on who is RBed and lemme just say the call is coming from inside the circlejerk cuz you bitches dunno how to dial a number that's not listed in your faves. Tell me you care about Tumblr celebrity without telling me you care about Tumblr celebrity.

P.P.S. I'm POC in that I'm brown. But also not in that my wholeass country is brown. But yet there's shit desis from the des are understanding better than people living in multi-cultural (in terms of countries) / multi-racial race obsessed countries. Which is 🤯

P.P.P.S. Not thinking that one sensitive plotline will be handled well because another sensitive plotline barely exists or is fumbled over massively is perfectly sensible. (Re: homophobia)

#rant #but not personal #fandumb circlejerk #let me in and let me out #both #writing

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anachronisims · 2 months

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Louise's Bedroom Poster Pack!

Art by Otter Space Design Co. on Etsy, inspired by the animating staff of Bob's Burgers

Sims 2ified by sufficeittosay

More info and SFS DL link under the cut!

What the pack includes:

There are five different posters, but due to the aspect ratios, two of the meshes only have four (a different four) each.

Maxis FT Mesh - Great Movie Poster ($60) - FREETIME REQUIRED, SORRY MAC WITCHES

Hooded Cat in Snow

Girl Riding Bear

Mouse Riding Turtle

Onion with Tea

*In the previews, this is the mesh with the multi-colored push pins.

Amaryll's 3t2 Obey the Cat Poster in Simlish (included) ($40)

Cat over Orange

Hooded Cat in Snow

Girl Riding Bear

Onion with Tea

*In the previews, this is the mesh with the silver push pins.

AikeaGuinea Half Tile Wall-Writing Mesh (included) ($0)

Cat over Orange (smaller!)

Girl Riding Bear (bigger!)

Hooded Cat in Snow (smaller!)

Mouse Riding Turtle (smaller!)

Onion with Tea (smaller!)

*In the previews, these are the ones with no push pins. I am too lazy/not confident in my ability to graft scotch tape (Louise's chosen hanging method) over these. Sorry!

BONUS!

Thread&Sandpaper It Will Last Longer (Horizontal) [MESH NOT INCLUDED] featuring a reference photo of Louise's bedroom (post lofting, which hid a lot of the posters which is why I didn't stage it that way in the previews). In the canon of the show, TECHNICALLY Mouse Riding Turtle does not show up until the bed is lofted so it's apocryphal in the preview :)

FULL DISCLOSURE: Otter Space Design's original PNGs were beautiful, hi-res, amazing drawings. I sized them down to MAX 343x512 for the biggest one, Girl Riding Bear on Aikea's mesh. The tiniest (Cat Over Orange on Aikea's mesh, because it is canonically the smallest) is 150x225. If you zoom in too close, they will be pixely. If for some reason you think this is important enough to go up to 1024 on, I can make that for you.

All files clearly labeled so you can keep only what you want. Enjoy!

Other Credits - Blue Gamba's TS2 Painting Sizes Database, and Latmos on the SimCrafters Discord for directing me to it.

Download at SFS

#ts2 cc #ts2 resources #bob's burgers #louise belcher #ts2

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misslavenderlady · 1 year

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i was wondering if maybe you could write a lesbian!reader being like besties w the boys and just getting up to random shit

Little Sister 🏳️‍🌈

The Lost Boys & Female!Reader (She/Her Pronouns)

Summary: Being the best friend to the one and only Lost Boys means that the fun never ends. Tonight is no exception, and something special might happen!

Thank you anon for the request! I appreciate your patience and I hope you enjoy this!

You adored your friends more than anything in the world. The Lost Boys treated you like one of their own since the day you met them. They were affectionate, fun, and took you on plenty of adventures. It was just an instant connection with the vampire boys. It was almost like having four brothers to look after you.

While you weren’t a vampire yet, you were having plenty of good times as an honorary Lost Girl until you were ready to take the leap of faith as a creature of the night. Between going to bars, riding all the rides on the boardwalk, and causing some trouble on the streets of Santa Carla, there was never a dull moment.

Tonight was no exception. After a good few weeks of begging David to get a tv set up in the cave, the leader of the gang finally gave in to your request. To make you extra happy, he even decided to take you and the others to their Sire’s video store in order to start building a collection of videotapes to enjoy for future movie nights.

“You’re lucky I’m the most charitable one of the gang, hun,” David teased as you browsed through the selections.

“Does that mean you’ll also throw in my own special chair too? I’m tired of using that busted-up couch all the time,” you asked.

David opened his mouth to protest, no doubt to fight the idea of spoiling his little sister. To his annoyance, Paul and Marko jumped in too, jutting out their lips in pouts and widening their eyes to make them appear as sweet and innocent as possible.

“Pweeeeeease, David?” Paul pleaded.

“Let’s get a whole living room set! Pretty please!!” Marko added on to the begging.

David remembered how once upon a time he was concerned about the terror twins overwhelming you. Little did he know that you would work a little too well with them, leading to the name changing to “the terror triplets”. It was a good thing he loved all of you so much.

“Let’s get our movies first and then we’ll talk about re-decorating,” Dwayne chimed in, saving David from your mischievous behavior. You shot him a smile as he reached out a hand to ruffle up your hair.

The five of you continued your adventure through the store. You had to hand it to Max. Even for a total dork who was a shitty excuse for a father figure, he had great taste in the stuff he sold. Figures that after being around for so long, he’d easily figure out what kind of stuff people would want to buy.

Your eyes wandered to the horror section. The idea of picking a monster movie to watch with your vampire brothers was quite amusing. What made it more ironic was that the tape that caught your eye first was a vampire movie. The Vampire Lovers from 1970. ‘Taste the deadly passion of the blood nymphs,’ the tagline enticed you. It really intrigued you.

“Ooh! I highly recommend that one! It’s one of my favorites!” a feminine voice spoke up behind you. Curious, you turned around to see who was there.

You didn’t know what you were expecting, but you were delightfully surprised to see an absolutely stunning woman standing across the aisle from you. She had bouncy curls, glowing skin, and the most dazzling brown eyes you had ever seen. Looking at her reminded you of the warm, fuzzy feelings you got whenever you watched the sunset across the ocean.

Not wanting to stand there and gawk like an idiot, you pushed yourself to find some proper words.

“O-Oh!! What’s it about?” you asked. The title of the film should have been an obvious clue, but your brain was malfunctioning around this pretty lady. Thankfully, she wasn’t put off by your question. In fact, her smile widened.

“Well, I can’t spoil it, but there are beautiful women getting up to spooky stuff. So there’s plenty to enjoy.”

You felt a warm sensation flood through your cheeks. She was such a pretty lady, and you were charmed by her with every moment you spent with her. It made you eager to talk more with her. Get to know her a little better and compare the monster movies you adored most.

It was such a pleasant conversation that had you completely focused that you hadn’t even noticed the boys sneak up behind you.

“Yo! Maria! Ya tryin’ to steal our baby sister?” Marko said playfully. He and Paul threw an arm around your shoulders, sandwiching you in between them.

God, you couldn’t believe their terrible timing. The two of you were hitting it off and now they were going to start embarrassing you in front of the cute girl. If you hadn’t learned her name from his comment, you would have slugged the curly-haired vamp.

“I dunno, Maria, you can do better than her. She snores so loud it wakes the dead!” Paul snickered.

You were not going to put up with their nonsense anymore. With an exasperated groan, you called out for the others to come to your rescue and get the two dorks off of you. Maria giggled in amusement as David and Dwayne came to drag them off back to the action movie section.

“I am so sorry about them. I swear, I can’t take them anywhere.”

“Aww it’s all good,” Maria assured you. “If you really want, we can talk a bit more about movies some other time. Maybe....over dinner sometime?”

It was a miracle your jaw didn’t drop to the ground. Your heart was racing in your chest, the excitement of going on a date with Maria making your blood rush. You had to remember to keep it cool as you agreed to such a nice idea.

The two of you traded numbers, briefly discussing when you could call and make more plans for whenever you would meet up. You even promised to give the vampire movie a watch so that you could talk about your favorite parts with her. That certainly made her excited. With a wave of her fingers and a bat of her eyelashes, Maria bid you farewell.

So, there you were. Standing in the horror movie section of the video store, holding the phone number of a gorgeous lady who wanted to go out with you. You could practically hear the Halleluiah chorus going off in your head.

“Ooooh, someone’s got a girlfriend~”

In an instant, you snapped out of your rose-tinted haze. Your four boys had returned to pester you, all of them wearing the sneakiest grins you had ever seen.

“Aww, you’re not gonna forget about us, are ya?” Dwayne cooed, nudging you gently. The boys all burst into a fit of giggles while your face flushed a deep shade of red in embarrassment.

“Oh, shut up,” you said. “Don’t be jealous because I get pretty girls and you don’t.”

While they all howled at how feisty you were, you would pay them no mind. It was all good fun, and you were just so excited for whenever you got to see Maria again. You were truly going to enjoy being with her.

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#the lost boys #tlb #writing request #my fic #female reader

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so-mordor-itis · 2 years

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Lost & Found

Synopsis: Taking place after the events of season 4, Eddie is still wanted despite the gates splitting open half of Hawkins. In order to prevent him from being arrested, you offered to drive him to your vacation house in Nashville, Indiana. Though, being there forced you to confront your own demons.

Word count: 9.3k

TW: Season 4 spoilers ahead!

A/N: Hey y'all, I'm very proud of this. This fic has been my baby and one of the biggest projects I've ever worked on. I hope you enjoy it!

This fic is entirely based off this Stephen King quote from IT: "Calling it a simple schoolgirl crush was like saying a Rolls-Royce was a vehicle with four wheels, something like a hay-wagon. She did not giggle wildly and blush when she saw him, nor did she chalk his name on trees or write it on the walls of the Kissing Bridge. She simply lived with his face in her heart all the time, a kind of sweet, hurtful ache. She would have died for him."

I would also like to tag these lovely individuals, who cheered me on and supported this fic from day one: @flamingo-writes , @inaflashimagine , @gonuclear

The car ride had been long. You offered to drive, knowing you were in a better mental state and the idea of Eddie driving your car made you nervous. He was known for his reckless driving habits, and while you wanted to trust Eddie with many things, some things were off the table.

You took a glance at the passenger’s seat. Eddie was slumped over, his eyes closed. He had fallen asleep. The trip from Hawkins to Nashville, Indiana had been about 3 hours. He deserved the rest, if anything. The poor guy didn’t have much to do besides talking to you about recent events for the first half-hour. He did fidget in his seat a few times, but it felt as if he was holding back his complaints. Throughout everything, it seemed he didn’t want to come across as ungrateful.

The rest of the trip had been in total silence, which you didn’t particularly mind. (Dustin also promised to keep you two updated about everything going on in Hawkins, but his last update was an hour ago. Eddie probably looked forward to hearing the freshman’s ramblings.)

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The aftermath of the Upside Down took its toll on everyone. Even poor Erica Sinclair had a defeated look on her face for a good chunk of time.

The reality of it all came crashing down when you realized there was still an important detail: Eddie. Dustin had visited the community center, and found a wanted poster with his face on it–though it had been covered in graffiti. Clearing his name became a milestone.

When it came to a place to stay, Eddie didn't exactly have many options: Mike couldn't let him stay in his basement. Karen Wheeler became more and more alert since the earthquakes–and remembering Mike was in Hellfire. You recalled him explaining the monstrous scolding he received. Dustin's was absolutely a no; his mom became so paranoid she almost wrapped him in bubble wrap. Lucas's mom would beat the shit out of Eddie the first moment she saw him. (Lucas was more focused on Max at the time. He visited her almost daily.) El did try to offer him a place on Jim Hopper's couch, but Eddie refused. Saying it didn't feel right. He barely knew her, and Hopper didn't exactly hide his distrust in Eddie in the past. The latter he didn’t outright say, but the look on his face suggested it.

"You can stay with me, for the time being." You offered. Eddie shook his head.

"Don't you live smack dab in the middle of town? I'd get noticed immediately."

"I can sneak you in for a few days," you said stubbornly, getting ready to argue it was possible. Which it was. Challenging? Absolutely, but doable.

"Wait, (Y/n)," Nancy uttered your name in a serious tone. You almost jumped.

"Yeah?"

"Didn't you say your parents bought a vacation house in Nashville?"

–

You took a glance at your watch, 4:30.

Right on que, the walkie-talkie Dustin gave you started making a fuzzy, static-filled sound.

“Hey, Eddie, (Y/n),” Dustin called. You were about to reach for the device, but realized you were driving.

“Are you guys there yet?”

“Hello?”

Since your hands were currently preoccupied, you leaned over slightly towards Eddie. “Hey.”

No response.

“Munson.”

Still nothing.

“Eddie!”

The man staggered, sitting up immediately. “Huh–what?”

“Please don’t tell me you guys got into an accident.” Dustin’s voice sounded so concerned, so desperate, you felt a ball of pressure fill your chest. Ever since Eddie’s encounter with the bats in the Upside Down, Dustin grew more attached to him than ever. You could tell he felt guilty for the attack; saw it right in his eyes.

“Answer him before he has a heart attack.” You told Eddie. “I would, but I cannot.” You took one hand off of the steering wheel to make a gesture. Eddie took the walkie-talkie and pressed a button.

“Hey, hey Henderson,” Eddie spoke gently, “We’re okay, dude.”

“Oh thank God!”

“I fell asleep sorry man, the trip has been…a bit boring.”

You suppressed the urge to roll your eyes.

"At least you're safe. The fact you're bored relieves me actually."

Eddie hesitated for a second, then fell silent. He couldn't argue with him.

"Anything going on at Hawkins?" You asked.

"Nothing too noteworthy, but we've been coming up with some theories. And, uh, none of them have been too great."

"Don't tell me," Eddie sighed, rubbing an eye with his free hand. "The weird gate thingies are now gonna spread outwards?"

"Do you want the good news or bad news?"

"Bad news first, just get it out of the way," you responded, Eddie nodded in agreement, not realizing Dustin couldn't see him.

"Vecna definitely wants the gates to spread. It wouldn't make sense otherwise."

Eddie glanced at you with what seemed to be pure anxiety, you matched his gaze with a glance to the side. Why else would Vecna need four gates instead of only one? Of course, he wanted them to spread.

“Should we go back?” You pressed, and your grip on the steering wheel tightened.

“No. It would only waste your guys' time since you’re nearly there already.”

“Henderson–Dustin–come on dude,” Eddie said, astonished, “What if you guys need some extra backup?”

“Eddie, the police here are still after you,” Dustin replied, his voice now irritated. “I overheard them saying they’re going to report to other stations to look for a male, long brown scraggly hair, with a t-shirt that says “Hellfire Club”.”

Eddie glanced down at his current outfit: leather jacket- t-shirt combo, the t-shirt having their very club logo. He was still wearing the same thing since Monday.

“Guess we have no choice,” you told him, still peering ahead. "If anything comes up, though, we’re heading straight back to Hawkins.”

“Roger,” Dustin said, you wanted to imagine him saluting, or doing something else dorkish. Anything to bring some positivity to your thoughts.

"What's the good news?" Eddie asked.

"The good news is, no Demogorgons or Demodogs have entered Hawkins yet."

"So the apocalypse hasn't started yet." You commented. Eddie furrowed his brow and mouthed 'Demodogs?' with confusion. You shrugged. “Don’t look at me.”

"Did Mike or Lucas not explain anything to you–ah, I gotta go guys. Something came up."

"Report back soon, Dustin," Eddie said sternly.

"I will. You guys stay safe yourselves. I don't want to have to say I told you so." (You rolled your eyes at that.)

You both shared a glance. ‘That kid.’

“Great,” Eddie grumbled, he slouched in the seat. “More sitting around, twiddling my thumbs.”

You didn’t know how to respond, knowing all too well trying to be positive would only rub more salt into his wounds.

–

The vacation house your parents bought in 79’ was painted white. It used to be a more beige color, but your dad had explained your mom couldn’t handle it so they hired painters to give it an entire makeover. It definitely was bright. Almost like a beacon. Once you had parked and gotten out of the car, it was practically written all over Eddie’s face how he felt about the house.

“That’s…”

“Bright?” You finished his sentence, “Yeah, I know.”

“Are you sure this is the best place to hide someone who’s wanted basically all across Indiana?”

You shrugged. “That's all we got for right now. Besides, I think we’ll be okay.” You also tossed him a look. “And you’re not wanted all over Indiana.”

“Police stations spread like wildfire.”

“Only in the movies. In real life, they’re lazy as hell. Remember Ted Bundy?”

“They still caught him.”

“Yeah, only like 4 years later.”

Your true crime discussion ended right after you opened the trunk. With only a little amount of time, you and he managed to get a few things. Eddie had brought up his trailer, but Lucas told him because of the gates, his trailer had been completely demolished. The man looked devastated.

(“My uncle’s okay, right? Right?” Eddie paced back and forth. “For the love of God tell me he’s okay!"

Dustin held up his hands. “Eddie, Eddie, he’s okay. He’s at the shelter in town.”

Eddie looked so relieved you were sure he would’ve started crying. You knew how close he was to his uncle; the man fought tooth and nail for Eddie. He could easily replace the items he lost, you knew that, but his uncle would be irreplaceable.

“I have to let him know I’m okay,” Eddie continued, he had his face in his hands. “Is there any way I can go talk to him? Like at all?”

“I’ve already told him you were okay,” Dustin said. “It’s all taken care of.”)

You went on ahead, glancing backward at Eddie a few times. He was limping–his leg got bitten up quite a bit. "You okay?"

"Hurts, but I'll be fine," Eddie remarked. He finally caught up, rolling his suitcase behind him.

"We'll have to change your bandage soon."

Eddie's expression immediately dipped into dread. His lips curved down into a frown. "Yippee."

“Sorry, Ed,” you gave him a sympathetic look, not even realizing what you called him.

“Wow,” He coughed, surprised.

"What?"

"Nothing…it's just been a while since you've called me that."

You wanted to give an excuse, but the reality was the name slipped out. It had been nailed into your subconscious, and despite how much time went by, it still stuck.

"Yeah, well," you mumbled, fiddling with your keys trying to remember which one belonged to this house. "This trip is full of nostalgia, I guess."

The noise of the lock clicking behind the door was enough to give you a flashback: You were carrying a beach ball, had just put on new roller skates you got for your birthday, and your mom had been wearing a pink summer dress with sunflowers on it. Your dad wore this weird white t-shirt he claimed was in style at the time. ("We'll be staying for a week at least," you recalled your dad saying. Weeks felt like months back then, months felt like years.)

The inside of the house was the exact same as it was when you last left it. White cloths cover the furniture to prevent dust, and withered flowers still in the planters. Leftover Christmas lights still hung from the railing of the staircase. You nearly smiled at that, your mom didn't exactly like having to take those down. She liked Christmas all year long. Even if it bugged you that it was currently on the tail end of March, you wouldn’t have the heart to remove them.

"Fancy place," Eddie commented from behind you.

Attempting to lighten up the mood, you curled your arm a little like a butler shown in movies. "Would you like a house tour?" You will admit, it was awkward.

Eddie caught on to your charade and snorted. It relieved you to see him smile, even if it was just a little. He had been wary; finger fiddling with the hem of his sleeve, his foot tapping aggressively. Anxious, waiting. Eddie was anticipating more bad news from Dustin, and it showed.

You knew the feeling, and distractions proved to be the best medicine.

"Why of course, it's rare to see the (L/n) vacation house in action." He responded, following along, albeit somewhat hesitantly. You nodded. Eddie took off his jacket and placed it on the coat hanger, only to reel back his hand when it got caught in a spiderweb. "After one hell of a cleaning montage, Jesus Christ."

You bit your lips to prevent a laugh from escaping. Eddie's expression became exasperated.

"Hey, listen, spiders are evil creatures of the night."

"I think that's just your DnD brain talking."

"I'm just saying–one bite from a black widow and I could be a goner." Eddie had glanced back at the spider web-filled coat hanger. "I could turn into a giant bug, or…become a demodog…? Is that what Dustin called it?" He then shook his head. "What in the hell type of name is that?"

–

Eddie had been right about a cleaning montage. You opened the fridge only to find 5-year-old cans of soda, moldy bread–which made you gag, and some cans of beer you were sure would make you start seeing things if you were to drink it. (Eddie said he'd take one for the team, but you only gave him a look that said 'Don't you dare.’)

Nancy had hypothesized you two would only be there for a week, maybe a little bit more if they could plan out a way to clear Eddie's name. Robin had definitely voiced her doubts, which made you nervous. You packed a bit extra while no one was looking. Canned foods, TV dinners that probably had melted but you didn't care. The freezer was working. Eggos (courtesy of El, she said they always helped her feel better. You took her word for it.), and beer that wouldn't make you see things. After this week, you knew you'd need a can or two.

Eddie had taken a look around the living room, announcing his displeasure about more cobwebs. You had checked if the place still had running water. It did, thankfully.

The tour took you two upstairs, four rooms awaited: the master bedroom, your old room, and two bathrooms to accommodate each. You offered Eddie the master bedroom thinking he’d want to sleep in an actual bed, but he dismissed your offer, stating he’d feel more comfortable on one of the couches.

“It’s a bed though,” you argued, eyebrows raised to get your point across.

Eddie exhaled loudly. “Yes, I know it’s an actual bed, but it’s an actual bed your parents slept on. I would feel so fucking weird.”

“You know what, that’s fair.”

“Yeah,” Eddie proclaimed, he nodded intensely.

He approached your room, but you didn’t let him in. The last time you were there, you were 12, and your tastes were…different than now. The last thing you wanted him to see was a pink bed, with pink covers and a pink blanket that had cupcakes on it, the cupcakes even had unicorns. Eddie looked at you suspiciously.

“What, do you have a Tom Cruise poster in there or something?”

“Well, you’ll never find out will you?” You said, walking away from the room, hoping to God above he wasn’t rebellious and opened it anyway.

He did.

“You do have one!” Eddie announced. He had opened the door just a tad to at least peek in.

“Munson!” You snapped, your face was suddenly on fire, eyes blown wide. You couldn’t believe him. Always a troublemaker.

“Sorry, sorry, I let my curiosity take over. Nice blanket by the way.” He winked as he passed you on the staircase. Your face got even warmer somehow.

“I’m gonna kill you.”

“I’m serious! Cupcakes–”

“Stop. Not one word.” You pointed a warning finger at his chest. He held his hands up in surrender.

While you were annoyed about his peeping, a strange feeling formed in your chest.

Talking to him felt nice.

–

You had decided to sleep in your old room that night. Not purely for nostalgia, but to look out on the ground below in case anything looked suspicious. You wanted to be positive you weren’t followed by police cars for those long hours. Though, it could’ve been your anxiety gnawing at you–telling you to look for shadows that weren’t there. This time you let it win. Sleep didn’t want to come easily, anyway. Not with Eddie right downstairs.

***

You two had met in middle school. It was 8th grade, and the talent show in February had just been announced. You wanted to skip it, despite your mother's constant pleading. She wanted you to make friends, or at least try, you recalled her stating loudly.

“If you watch the other kids, you might get curious and want to meet one!” She followed, frying pan in one hand, and non-stick spray in the other. You rolled your eyes; she had never met any of the kids at that school. They were stuck-ups who thought they were better than everyone else. You were positive you didn’t want to become friends with people you wanted to punch in the jaw. (Jason Carver was on the top of your hitlist. He was only a 6th grader then and still had that high and mighty attitude. Steve Harrington had some potential, but you also wanted to give him a smack.)

The talent show itself was being held after school at 6:00 sharp. Your mom dropped you off at 5:45–a push (more like a shove) forward you could say.

Eddie and his band: Corroded Coffin, was out front, making sure to sign in. The teacher who had the checklist–Mrs. Berry–had a weird look on her face. Eddie had a buzz cut then, his other bandmates the same besides one who had a small ponytail. It seemed Mrs. Berry was hesitant to let them play; every teacher was hesitant around Eddie. Even when he was 13 and had a baby face that was just starting to sprout pimples. (It still made you laugh, thinking about it. A middle-aged woman intimidated by a 13-year-old with acne.)

You don’t remember exactly when he approached you, or when you approached him, yet the next thing you knew, you were listening to him play the guitar on stage. He wasn’t half bad either, had some talent in him. While you didn’t recognize the song–Metallica maybe? Eddie Van Halen?--you still nodded along.

If only everyone else saw him the way you did that night.

Eddie invited you to hang out after the show ended, and you found a friend.

He was the rockstar, and you were his biggest fan.

That is, until the summer of 81.

Your parents had divorced, just as you turned 14. You figured something was wrong; your dad had been a little too nice to you that entire week, even offering to buy a new poster for you despite previously protesting you were too young to have a poster of a celebrity. Your mom had been distant, avoiding any topics relating to your dad. She offered you ice cream even after you got a C- in Math.

“You’ll be living with your mom, but you’ll still see me on weekends.” Your dad told you the week the divorce had been finalized, he had a pained look on his face. “If you’re confused, honey, tell me.”

“I’m not confused,” you told him, eyes foggy. “I’m just disappointed.”

The look on his face became more painful. He hugged you tightly, before saying goodbye. Your mom squeezed your shoulder as you watched his truck drive down the road, not realizing how much harder things would become.

Your dad died a year later, in a nasty wreck. He had been in the hospital for a week before the doctors had to declare him brain dead.

The second your mom answered that phone call, everything shifted. You no longer could smile without feeling guilty.

The last time you had talked to Eddie Munson, was the day your mom drank a full bottle of whiskey. He had a worried look on his face.

“Everything okay, shortie?”

You only nodded. “Yeah.”

High School passed in an awful blur, and you found yourself with two jobs, helping your mom pay bills. The vacation house bills included.

You had only encountered Eddie when you saw him at lunch, or heard about Hellfire Club.

***

You didn’t even realize you had fallen asleep. Sunlight peeked from the hill over yonder, forcing you awake. Spots of yellow and orange attacked your eyes.

Groaning, you lifted your head up, noticing your neck felt stiff. It only hit you then–you didn’t sleep on the pillow covered in pink cupcakes. Your head slept on the wall near the window sill. Sometime between watching outside for police cars and going through possible scenarios you dozed off.

You remembered your father’s face, and you sighed. It surprised you: the last time you had dreamt of your dad, it was senior year, and you had graduated. You remember looking out at the crowd, trying your best to look ecstatic about your future. Your mom wasn’t there. That night you forced yourself not to cry.

You rubbed your eyes in an attempt to distract yourself. It wouldn’t do any good to feel sad now. Eddie needed positivity in these times. Your troubles would only make him feel worse–that’s the kind of guy he was. He acted silly and held his chin up high to look intimidating, but he was a true softie deep down. When he cared, he cared.

“Everything okay, shortie?”

Taking a deep breath, you removed the covers. You took one more look outside before moving downstairs.

Eddie was still asleep. You guessed he passed out cold as soon as you said goodnight, his snores echoed throughout the quiet living room. You sighed through your nose–he would be the type to snore.

Scrambling through the cabinets, you found a toaster, miraculously. You didn't even want to ponder about how old it was. You just wanted to know if the damn thing still functioned.

After blowing some of the dust out, you plugged it in, took two of El's recommended Eggos out, and plopped the bad boys right in. The toaster didn't start smoking, at least. (Syrup would’ve been nice.)

When the Eggos were done, you took them out and placed them on one of the plates you found in the cabinets. You half expected to hear Eddie wake up from all the noise you were making, but he slept like a log.

Before you took your meal upstairs, you grabbed the walkie-talkie Dustin gave you. It was still early, but maybe someone would answer.

Sitting on the floor of your room, you put the plate down and took a bite from an Eggo. You pressed a button on the walkie-and-talkie right after.

"Hello? Anyone there?"

No answer.

"If anyone can hear this, it's (Y/n). Eddie and I are safe." You took another bite of Eggo.

Nothing. You guessed everyone was asleep.

"(Y/n)?" A groggy voice came through. It was Nancy. "It's Nancy."

"Hey Nance," you responded, relief in your tone. "Eddie and I made it to the vacation house okay."

"Okay, good to hear."

"Any progress on clearing his name?"

You heard Nancy sigh, probably in thought. She had been dealing with a good chunk of pressure herself. She admitted to you her doubts about Jonathan, and then about what Steve said. She claimed she wanted another person's perspective. You looked her straight in the eye while stating she was in a love triangle.

"Nothing yet. It doesn't help that Jason Carver's body was never found in the rubble of the Creel house."

No. No, it did not.

"How's Eddie been holding up?" Nancy questioned.

"He's been nervous. I frankly don't blame him."

"Neither do I. I can only imagine how he's feeling."

"Yeah," you said, remembering the look on Eddie’s face the day prior. "Hey, you should go get some more rest. You sound exhausted."

"Was it that obvious?"

"I mean, considering the apocalypse is threatening to start, Eddie is still wanted, and you're currently going through what seems like a love triangle…yeah." You said bluntly.

"It's…It's not a love triangle," Nancy argued. A shuffling sound was heard in the background.

“Nancy is that (Y/n)?” It was Dustin’s voice.

“Yeah, here,” More shuffling could be heard before Dustin’s loud voice echoed through.

“(Y/n)!”

“Hey Dustin, you wanted to check in on Eddie right?” You asked, a small smile on your features. “He’s asleep right now. Down for the count.”

You heard Dustin scoff. “Alright.” He sounded so disappointed.

“When he wakes up I’ll be sure to tell him you wanted to talk. It’s sweet how much you care for him.”

“...(Y/n)?”

“What’s up?” His tone of voice made your hands clammy.

“Thank you for driving him there. For helping him.”

Your smile widened a bit. “You don’t need to thank me, Dustin.”

It was the least you could do, anyway.

–

The next few days were brutal. Without much to do, Eddie was becoming antsier. He became glued to the walkie-talkie, desperate to hear Dustin tell him anything about his uncle, about how clearing his name was going. Anything. You felt he would even be happy just to hear the freshman speak.

It didn't help that you were quiet most of the time. Despite the little quips you two shared, you were hesitant to say anything. What was there to say? "Hey Eddie, it's been at least 5 years since we've actually spoken. Wanna catch up?" The idea of talking to him about the past made your stomach churn.

It had been a while since Dustin’s last update, and you found yourself growing anxious. There was too little to do–besides the books you had brought with you, nothing was satisfying your boredom's hunger. Eddie had it even worse. He was limping as he paced back and forth.

You couldn't take it anymore.

Taking a deep breath, you gathered the courage to walk into your father's study. Even during vacation, your dad brought his work along with him. He took files, notepads, anything he could to at least keep up with whatever project he was scribbling about.

It's also where he kept his old TV.

Walking through the door frame, your heart fell to your stomach. His portrait was still there, and it was enough to make your chest ache. You recognized that warm look in his eyes; you were told by your mom consistently that you had his eyes as if you stole them right from him. She used to say it teasingly, but after a while, the statement turned bitter.

You avoided eye contact with the painting and peered around the room. It felt like a miniature library with how many books he stuffed onto his shelves.

Curiously you grazed your fingers along the spines of a few that were right beside you. Stephen King. You let out a small snicker. Of course, he'd grab a few of King's books. A writer often gravitated toward him for inspiration after all.

"There you are," Eddie's voice caused you to stumble over, knocking over some of the books.

"Jesus Christ, Eddie!" You hollered. "Warn me next time."

"Sorry, sorry," The poor guy looked so guilty you couldn't stay angry at him.

"It's okay, I'm just jumpy."

"What even is this room, anyway?"

"My dad's old study," you explained. "He was a writer, and often fell into his work even during vacation."

"He had a study? A study? All to himself, in a vacation house." He had a look on his face that was a mix of jealousy and shock. You fidgeted.

"Don't look at me like that, we weren't rich. We were…comfortable."

"That's…" He stopped himself from saying anything and you felt your shoulders slump in relief. "Anyway, what are you doing? You suddenly vanished on me and I had a damn near heart attack."

"I'm sorry," you mumbled. "I was looking for his old TV. I wanted to see if the shitty thing still worked."

"Oh thank God, I was wondering where your TV was." Eddie sighed.

"My mom didn't want me getting too attached to one, but my dad bought one in secret." You wanted to chuckle. That probably didn't go down well if she had already discovered it. Yet your dad was a risk taker.

"Oh, this old thing?" Eddie asked, he approached your dad's television with a slight limp. He examined it from the sides, and then up and down. "Should still work if we give it a few smacks."

***

Fortunately, it did indeed work after the 15th smack. You both let out a cheer when the static-filled screen changed to a news station. The bad news was it mostly covered news from Nashville. Nothing from Hawkins. The good news is it did play Happy Days.

"At least we have sitcoms." You offered. Eddie just sighed.

"I guess it's better than twiddling my thumbs waiting for Dustin–the shithead probably forgot to clock in."

Eddie was right, it had been a few days.

–

An idea began to form in your brain while you grabbed a Salisbury steak TV dinner for lunch. Would it be harmful to go out to get food? To do some shopping? Your supply was really starting to run low, even after skipping a few meals. You did also have some spare cash on you…

It was a lot of back and forth between your thoughts, your stomach added itself into the discussion when it growled. You took a deep breath before rubbing the sides of your temple.

"Hey, Eddie," you called to him, "How do you feel about, uh, going out?"

You watched as he turned his head to you, the look on his face was bewildered. He thought you were insane, you knew it.

"Did you lose your mind somewhere as we were driving up here?" He remarked, you looked at him unenthusiastically. "I thought by hiding me here we were trying to get ourselves not discovered."

"Real news, smart-ass, is that we're running out of food," you told him, his face sagged in realization. "No food equals starving."

"Goddammit," he mumbled, "For fuck's sake!"

"So, we can either do one of two things: One, you stay here while I go. Two: We both go."

"Honestly, (Y/n), the idea of sitting here in this house by myself makes me want to go nuts."

You shrugged, standing up from your seat. "There's a new mall that just opened in town. Guess we've got that plan." You glanced back at his hair, and Dustin’s warning echoed in your head. "Male, long, brown scraggly hair with a t-shirt that says "Hellfire Club."

Eddie’s hair could prove to be an issue.

"One problem," you said to him.

Eddie looked confused.

"Your hair, Eddie,"

"What about it?"

"You're not gonna like this but we might have to cut it,"

"What–no. No way."

"Either that or stuff your hair inside a hat."

"You're joking, right? There's such an obvious choice here."

Stubborn, as ever. Deep down you knew you missed his flare for the dramatics. He always had a witty remark somewhere.

"Here then," you told him. You began to trek up the stairs, a goal in mind. You searched your room for a hair tie, before rummaging through the master bedroom for a hat. You paused after seeing your dad’s old baseball cap. It was worn through, possibly eaten by moths, but it worked.

The moment you reached his spot on the couch, you tossed them both to him. "Let's go."

—

You made sure to bring the walkie-talkie with you, just in case Dustin made an impromptu check-in. Like the car ride up here, Eddie kept it close by–on the floor next to his foot. You could hear Dustin scolding the two of you for risking everything, however, you were prepared to counter his fit with, "You try surviving off of TV dinners and Eggos for a week, Dustin."

The car ride was not too long, this time. Eddie had been facing the road, a bored expression written on his features. Being so used to his wild hair covering the sides of his face, seeing him with a ponytail felt strange–as if his face was completely exposed.

You pulled into the parking lot of the mall, anxiety increasing once you spotted a police car parked directly outside. "Are you kidding me?"

"What?" Eddie asked, you nudge your head towards the car shining red and blue. He goes pale.

"Well that's just fucking great."

"You might have to stay in the car, Eddie."

"And do what? Watch other people go in?"

"I have a few books in my glove box." You gestured towards the compartment. "You read sometimes right?"

Eddie looked at you like you said the stupidest thing. "I run a DND club, of course I read."

You gave him an embarrassed smile. "Alright, alright. Quit looking at me like that." You waved your hand at him before closing the door. He watched your figure walk into the mall until you disappeared through the sliding glass doors.

Eddie sighed through his nose before opening the glove box in front of him. A lot of junk welcomed him. Letters you haven't opened, gum wrappers, he raised an eyebrow seeing a lighter–you smoked?

Something made him pause his rummaging. A book with a used spine, so used it could've fallen apart in his hand right then and there.

The Hobbit by J. R. R. Tolkien.

"No way," said Eddie in awe. He took a second to examine the novel. It felt like a used library book, but didn't have the markings like one would. You bought this, possibly years ago. "You shithead." Eddie smiled, before opening the book.

He didn't mind reading it again. It was one of his favorites.

–

You were taking a long time, you knew you were. Luckily there was a mini mart in front of the mall; you grabbed more eggos, some TV dinners that weren't Salisbury steaks, and paid for them in cash.

Just as you were heading out, you spotted a bookstore: Barb's Books. You bit your lip. No. I don't need to go look. Eddie is literally waiting for me.

You went in.

It wasn't a big bookstore, relatively small in comparison to the size of the mall. It probably only took up a small corner.

What am I doing?

"Can I help you, dear?" An older woman asked. She was sitting at the register, a Danielle Steel book in her hands. You shook your head.

"No thank you, I'm just browsing." And getting ready for Eddie to kick my ass.

"Oh, okay." She smiled at you, then went back to the pages in front of her.

You gravitated toward the sci-fi and fantasy section, noticing a little stand for Stephen King and Margaret Atwood.

When your eyes landed on a copy of The Lord of The Rings, you remembered Lucas telling Eddie his trailer was destroyed after the gate split open. You weren't hesitant to grab it off the shelf.

A small apology, you thought.

"There you are," a voice hissed. You turned around to see an annoyed Eddie. He had his hands on his hips. You blinked at him.

"Are you insane you fucking moron?" You whispered to him, hoping the sweet old lady at the register didn't hear you. Eddie gave you the same expression you were giving him.

"Am I insane? You're the one who said you'd be right back 45 minutes ago!"

"I just…" you glanced at the book sheltered under your arm. "I needed to grab something."

Eddie rubbed his forehead. "Okay, okay I'm sorry. I'm just on edge right now." You had to hold back your surprise that he didn't kill you on the spot.

"I don't blame you," you handed him your grocery bags. "Here, can you take these while I pay for something?"

"What am I, a butler?"

"Eddie," you gave him a pleading look.

"Alright, alright fine," he snatched the plastic bags kind of aggressively. You warned him not to break the bags before he walked to the entrance of the store. He looked both ways and then not-so-subtly walked out.

The older lady gave you another smile as you paid for the book. You wanted to tip, but you had to save every penny. You just gave her a smile in return.

On your way out, you heard her say, "That young man cares about you."

–

He was in the car when you approached it, arms crossed. Eddie had been known for his impatient streak.

You opened the driver's side door, smiling awkwardly. "I'm sorry." You slid into the seat, he eyed you with annoyance, but also a bit of curiosity.

"What book was so important you needed to take a detour?"

You licked your lips before handing over the plastic bag with the "Barb's Books" logo on it. "It's not for me."

Eddie glanced at the bag, then at you, then at the bag again. He fiddled with it before taking the contents out.

You scratched your cheek, unable to look him in the eye. "I heard what Sinclair said about your trailer and…I don't know. I felt like you could use another copy."

Eddie peered at you in disbelief, the disbelief turned to awe. "Thanks, shortie."

You mirrored his disbelief.

("Everything okay, shortie?")

You felt yourself smile, you tried to stop it but you couldn't. "No problem."

(”Also,” Eddie added, later on. “The Hobbit?”

You went a little pale. “Yeah...? What about it?”

“I found it in your glovebox. The thing was in shreds.”

You gnawed at your lip. “I’ve read it a couple times.”

“Just a couple?”

“Just a couple.” You parroted. You peered at him from the side, to see a small smirk on his lips.)

–

"And why did we suddenly stop?" He tilted his head. He definitely had a more puzzled look on his face than annoyed or angry. You shrugged.

"The river is pretty this time of year."

The stream in front of you glistened in the afternoon sunlight. Your dad took you here one morning, while your mom was asleep. It was only for a little bit, but he taught you how to skip stones, and told you if you wished hard enough something good and grand might happen.

You recalled wishing for a Wonder Woman comic book, and your dad snorted.

"Wish for something more meaningful, sweetpea."

Eddie must've recognized the longing look in your eye. He didn't pry, nor did he beg and plead to go back to the house. You figured he was just as reluctant to go back as you were.

You wordlessly got out of the car, taking a deep breath as you got closer to the water. Not too close, of course, but close enough to wear you could hear the roar of the stream.

The sounds of crunching rocks and a door slam told you Eddie exited the car.

"My dad took me out here to skip rocks a couple times," you explained. "Nostalgia trip, I guess."

Eddie didn't say anything at first. You watched with wonder as he picked up a flat stone and threw it. It skipped twice, landing in the water soon after with a small splash. You raised your eyebrows, pleased.

"Not bad."

"Would you mind showing me the ropes, champion of skipping rocks?"

You scoffed. "Champion?"

Eddie shrugged his shoulders, he knelt down in a squat.

"You must've had some practice, right?"

You resisted rolling your eyes at him. Picking up a semi-flat stone, you flicked your wrist, and the stone glided, skipping four times before landing with a splash. Eddie clapped, impressed.

"See, you are the champion.

"It only skipped four times."

"Watch as mine skips five."

This man was 20 years old, challenging you to a rock skipping contest.

You couldn't refuse.

The two of you went at it until the sun started to set. You warily took a glance at the sun, and then to your car. "Time to head back," you told Eddie.

"Hey uh," he stood up at the same time as you did. "You look tired, let me drive."

"No." You didn't hesitate. Eddie pouted, a disgruntled look painted itself on his face.

"Why not?"

"Dustin told me of your driving habits, Ed."

"That little shithead doesn't know what he's talking about."

"I'm pretty sure everyone in Hawkins knows how you drive at this point. Like a maniac."

"I'm just eccentric." Eddie said. You weren't impressed.

"Do you know how expensive this car was?"

"Yes, and I won't wreck it."

He was giving you the puppy eyes, and you hated it.

"Why do you want to drive so badly?"

"...To do something besides sit around. I've been practically sitting around this whole damn time." Eddie confessed, he kicked a stone out of frustration. It didn't quite land in the stream, but it came close.

You closed your eyes, and then grabbed your keys from your pocket. You tossed them to him. "Don't wreck my car."

He caught the bundle of keys and fist pumped the air. "I won't."

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He nearly did.

Eddie's way of driving was, to put it lightly, reckless. He drove the way you would expect him to: no cares in the world.

You held onto your seat harshly, wishing your seat-belt could be tighter. "Eddie, slow down for fuck's sake this is a small road, not a race track."

Eddie smiled, like an idiot enjoying life. You wanted to take a picture, despite the annoyance in your chest. He had a great smile, when it was genuine. Your face flushed when you realized you were staring.

Did it really take this long for you to realize you missed him?

"You okay, shortie?" Eddie asked, he took a glance at you before gazing back at the road ahead. You rolled your eyes.

"Not really, and you can stop calling me that, you know. We're not in middle school anymore."

Eddie grinned again, and you had to bite your cheek to prevent yourself from grinning back. "That's just how I remember you. Short, sassy as hell–which I never got tired of by the way. Honestly, when you called me Ed a bit ago, I said shortie to get back at you because why else would I call you that? Now, I can't stop. I don't wanna either."

You smirked, hiding your face by looking out the window at the trees gliding by. "So this means I can keep calling you Ed?"

"Fuck yeah," Eddie didn't hesitate to respond. "Are you kidding? You're the only one I'd allow the privilege to call me that, anyway."

"Special circumstances, huh?" You heard him click his tongue.

"That's definitely one way to put it."

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Eddie pulled your car into the front lawn harshly, earning him a glare from you.

“You’re never driving my car again,” You scolded.

Eddie only snickered. “Aw, come on, was it that bad?”

“You nearly rammed us into a tree! Twice!”

“Simple trial and error.”

“Fuck off.”

Eddie only laughed, it echoed in your ears, and your heart flipped.

As you tried to exit the car, Eddie stopped you. “Hey, uh, can we talk for a second?”

Your heart dropped. “Uh, yeah, sure. What’s up?” The car door closed with a thump.

Eddie hesitated, he appeared to be nervous, picking at the crevices of his fingernails.

“We haven’t really, uh, talked about anything since we came here.”

“What do you mean?” You asked with faux confusion. You knew exactly what he meant, you just didn’t know if you were ready for this discussion.

“You know what I mean, (Y/n),” Eddie inquired, his voice low. "Why you suddenly disappeared, why you've been looking at me with this weird awkward guilt that's been bugging me since this whole fucking thing started."

You were stunned.

"It's been, what, 5 years?"

"Eddie…we–we don't need to" You stammered, the words were caught on your tongue.

"Yes. Yes, we do," his voice suddenly became serious. "We've been dancing around it for 2 weeks now."

When you didn't respond, he continued. "This trip out–this little excursion we went on–it honestly made me realize how much I missed you. Missed this. Us."

You almost flinched at how his tone shifted. He didn't sound mad, just hurt. Passionately hurt; he's been holding this in for so long.

You would've preferred if he was just mad.

("Everything okay, shortie?")

He was so desperate for answers. You didn't blame him, but some part of you wanted him to stop. It was as if he shoved himself inside the closet of your mind and pulled out the skeletons. You felt exposed.

Though, you couldn't argue he deserved an explanation.

He kept talking. "I had wondered what I did for so long. I came up with the theory you hated me, that I must've done something. Why else would you–"

"I don't hate you," The words fell out of your mouth so fast. That wasn't what you wanted him to feel, not at all. Your eyes became misty at the thought. You had to look away, he couldn't see you cry. "I couldn't hate you, even if I tried."

"Then why?" Eddie was shaking his head rapidly. "Why hide for so long if it wasn't something I did?" He placed the blame on himself.

Hiding behind a wall wasn't an answer anymore.

"I…My parents divorced that summer," you said quietly. The words tasted like venom. You let out a shaky breath, the handle of your car looked too tempting to grab. Your body urged you to run away, but you knew you couldn't run anymore. "They had put up this charade beforehand, taking me here, being too nice. They were awkward as hell; they didn't think I'd catch on so quickly. After we left, they finalized it, and my mom got full custody of me. I could only see my dad on the weekends."

Eddie had remained silent, so you continued. "The last day of summer, you asked me if I was okay…and…" you bit your lip. "I don't know what happened, I just fell off. It was as if my brain turned on autopilot.

My dad died in the middle of winter break. A truck had hit him head-on…and…he was declared brain dead at the hospital. My mom started drinking after that. I had to work two jobs to help her out." You played with the fabric of the car seat.

He still hadn't said anything, which made you more nervous, but you felt obligated to keep going.

"I don't hate you," you whispered, your voice frail. "Never have, not even a little. Not even when you accidentally dumped soda in my lap during 5th period. Or when you tackled me from behind causing me to fall into Lover's lake. If anything, it made me like you more. I just couldn't smile without feeling guilty about it."

You didn't even realize you had started crying. "I'm sorry, Eddie," you sobbed. Fuck, you hated crying. Hated it so much that you wished there was another alternative. “I’m so–”

You jumped once he scrambled out of the car, slamming the door after he left. For a second you thought he had stomped away without saying anything before he opened your side door, pulling you into the tightest hug he could muster. If anything, the gesture made you cry harder.

"I'm sorry, shortie," his voice faltered. "I'm so fucking sorry."

You wanted to gawk at him. "Why the fuck are you apologizing?" You let out a cry when he put a hand on your head in a comforting way.

"Because I didn't know. God, I wish you had told me."

"You were dealing with your own shit."

Eddie scoffed. "So? We all deal with our own shit!"

"Ed-"

"You're too selfless. You always put other people before you. Always. It doesn't matter who it is. You've got to stop doing that."

It had been too long since someone held you like that. It reminded you of your dad. He held you just like this before he drove away; it felt as if he didn't want to let go, that he wanted to glue himself to you. It was only after your mom gave him a warning that he finally released his grip.

Eddie held you for what felt like hours until your sobs were reduced to mere sniffles. You found yourself glancing towards his leg, which was wobbling slightly.

“You shouldn’t stand on your bad leg for too long,” you advised with a sniff. “You might make it worse.”

He somehow held you tighter, letting out another scoff. “See, that’s what I mean! You’re over here crying your damn eyes out, still worried about me.”

“Well,” you countered, “You were bitten by monstrous bats from another dimension so–”

“Just shut up, okay?”

You laughed. “Okay.”

A sudden weight lifted off your shoulders. You laughed. "Guess we have 5 years of catching up to do, yeah?"

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You found yourself sitting on your old bed that night. It was comforting, being around the pink sheets and cupcake-covered pillows. It made you think you were back in 1980 when your parents took you back here for an impromptu trip. Your mom had felt like getting away, and your dad didn’t want to tell her no. Later that day you found yourself in the backseat of your dad’s cavalier. You remember the leather seats being so hot you didn’t really like sitting on them in the summer.

“Hey,” Eddie’s voice dragged you out of your thoughts.

You gave him a glance. “What’s up?”

He kicked the carpet under his good foot. He had a pillow under one arm and a blanket in another. “I don’t know, I just…I had a weird feeling, and I wanted to come to check in, I guess?”

You smiled a little. “I’m okay, just looking outside.”

“Checking for spooky monsters?” He asked sarcastically.

“Yeah,” you rolled your eyes, “Totally checking for spooky monsters.”

Silence rolled between you two before Eddie spoke again. “I had been thinking.”

“About what?”

“About everything you told me. And, not gonna lie, the idea of leaving you alone after you basically poured your whole heart out to me made me feel like an asshole.”

You let out a breathless laugh. “You don’t have to do that.”

“Nope,” Eddie stated, flopping the pillow and blanket on the ground next to your bed. “I’m already here, and walking up and down those stairs with this leg? No.”

“Ed,” you were giggling, “What is this a middle school sleepover?”

“I just don’t want you to be alone.”

“You might as well just hop on the bed.” You patted the sheets next to you, your face heating up slightly in the process. It was definitely an interesting suggestion, but you didn’t want him ruining his back. Eddie tilted his head.

“Me? Sleep next to you, in the same bed, with our history?” He gestured to the space between the two of you. You snorted, wanting so badly to tease him.

“Because you got high that one time and tried to kiss me?”

Eddie blinked rapidly. "Yeah, but I don't remember being high for that."

"I'm pretty sure you were, you smelled like weed."

"I think I always smell like weed."

"Yeah. I had heard about that, something about you selling pot in school?"

"A side business, yes, but back to the point," Eddie tried brushing the subject off, even making a hand gesture telling you to stop. "Are you sure you'd even feel comfortable with me up there? Next to you, in the same vicinity–"

"Eddie, if anything I'd feel safer," You confessed, immediately looking back to the window. There was nothing much outside, but maintaining eye contact made your stomach twist weirdly. You fiddled with your thumb. "That was weird, sorry."

He didn't respond before flopping himself on the spot next to you. "I guess I could. Cupcakes are real metal, you know what I mean?"

"I swear to God if you bring that up one more time, you will be smothered with a pillow." You said playfully.

"Though, this bed is fucking tiny."

"Yeah, sorry if I kick you."

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The night had grown so quiet, you were positive Eddie had fallen asleep beside you. You figured sleep would take longer to arrive, so you decided now would be a good time to read.

Even though you were hesitant to take a book off of your dad’s shelf, you thought it would be wasteful to leave all those books unread, unused. Though, reading a Stephen King book at night was unwise.

"Stephen King, huh?"

You jolted, eyes tore off the page to look at Eddie. He was rubbing his eyes, indicating he probably did fall asleep. "You're brave reading one of those at night, especially this late."

You glanced at the cover, the large print font yelling "The Dark Tower". You simply shrugged. "It's only The Dark Tower. I wouldn't read Cujo at 1 in the morning if that's what you're implying."

"Still has the spooky undertones."

"You've read King's stuff?"

"Oh hell yeah, love him."

"He's gonna release a new one this year."

"Is he now?"

You gave him a look. "Go back to sleep, dingus."

"Not until you do," Eddie scrunched his nose.

"Just…one more chapter." You nervously glanced back at the page. Groaning when you realized you lost your place. "Great, now look at what you've done. I can't find my place!"

"And that," Eddie said in a matter-of-factly tone, "Means you should go to bed."

You huffed, placing the book on the window sill before softly landing back on the bed. "Happy?"

"Incredibly."

Your eyes closed and you felt the bed shift as he moved. For a small, twin-sized bed, it wasn't too bad. Though, it also meant you'd feel his every toss and turn and you weren't sure how you felt about that.

"I wasn't high," Eddie muttered out of the blue.

You opened your eyes. "What?"

"You said that when I tried to, ya know, kiss you that I was probably high…I wasn't."

Your heart began to pound, and you really hoped he couldn't feel it.

"You're telling me this now?" You coughed out. It was hard to concentrate with the way your mind began to spin. He wanted to kiss you. He wasn't just high off his ass.

Now you're hating yourself for not knowing.

"Well, I don't know, with the gates and the fact I'm wanted for murder and…the fact you're here now. It kinda felt weird to keep it in."

"Does that mean you liked me back then?" You will admit that was a stupid question. Wanting to kiss someone isn't exactly platonic.

Eddie turned to face you, and though you were hesitant to do the same, you could feel his eyes on you. "Who said I stopped?"

The seriousness of his tone nearly made your heart stop. First in the car, now here. "You're tugging at my heartstrings here, Munson."

"You really think I'd joke about something like this?"

"You joke all the time."

"Fair point, but not this time."

You still couldn't look at him. Not when he's telling you this when you know the look on his face is softer than you've ever seen it. It would've been too much.

"Look at me," he said, not demanded, but it obviously wasn't a request. "Please, sweetheart."

You couldn't resist the pet name. You turned your head to him, face burning as his warm, chocolate brown eyes glittered in the moonlight. "Yeah?"

"You mean more to me than you think."

His face was closer now, and while you glanced at his lips, you thought about everything that happened up until that moment. Anything could happen. You could lose him to prison, or to murderous beings whose masters invaded the minds of others.

Fuck it.

You kissed him, albeit shortly. Eddie still had his eyes closed, as if he wanted more. He raised his eyebrows before opening his eyes again. "Definitely wasn't expecting that."

"Sorry," you said instinctively. Eddie grabbed your face with one hand, you could feel the cold bite of the rings that adorned his fingers.

"Stop apologizing, shortie." He kissed you in return.

It felt like a weird dream, this trip. Parts being nightmarish, parts holding you together. Whatever happened next, you at least had him.

And he had you.

It wasn’t until later that morning, that trouble in Hawkins would arise once again.

"You guys? Hey! Uh, we might have a slight situation..."

One problem was, you two had left the walkie-talkie in the backseat.

Also tagging @masterofmunson because their fics inspired me greatly! Thank you for writing such amazing works!

#stranger things x reader #stranger things season 4 #stranger things imagines #stranger things spoilers #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #joseph quinn #phew boy #this was a bitch to edit but its okay i did it #my writing

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spybrarian · 9 months

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10 for the ask game :)

Hi anon :)

10 - What are your top five fics by kudos or by reads - took me a minute to figure how to work out, SO I've gone through my bookmarks and ranked them by kudos. So by THAT measure

1 - with a whopping over 1000 kudos is lay down your armor (come lie bare with me) by @stbot and I KNOW number of kudos don't actually relate to how good the writing is but in this case it's justified. Great writing, characterisations, dialogue, smutty bits. A fic I've re-read a whole bunch and also one of my very first fics in the fandom. Let's get Kit out of the Cuirass and reassure her delicate little heart that she's loved, okay?? Okay.

2, Escaping Fate by @overkill-max What if Kit ran away but then FOUND HERSELF in the (very long difficult but ultimately healing) process? This is the good shit. An OC I cried about. A reunion I'm obsessed by. HEALING ONESELF.

3, be my mirror (my sword and shield) by OnlySheStandsThere (who's smutty fic of Jade being incredibly horny for Kit in the Cuirass is only a couple of kudos short of this one so deserves and honorable mention.) But Be My Mirror - it's so intense. Jade is a Bone Reaver. The bad guys are so absolutely terrifying. Kit *goes through it*. As sweet as the author can be, she also came up with the most terrifying torture device ever. But no horses were harmed in the writing of this fic, though.

4, if little by little you keep loving me by badlance - I think most people I know are into this fic and with good reason. What if Jade leaves for the Legion and Kit is messed up about it and the writing was so good it HURTS?

5, To Oaths Broken and Knights Who Come Home by ana_chronistic - also really high in terms of re-reads, there's something agonising and beautiful about the longing and love in this one (and all the sex, of which there is a whole lot.)

(also it wasn't in my bookmarks oops but special shout out to 650ft by @commanderbuffy because it's also got super high kudos, was probably the first modern au that got me hooked, and is a WHOLE ride. They're DUMB your honour but I love them.)

#fic recs #willow #tanthamore #asks for me!#check ratings a bunch of these are Es guys!

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its-a-humanriot · 7 months

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Get To Know Me Tag

thanks for the tag @adventuresofmeghatron!

LAST SONG — Loose Garment by MUNA. I've been listening to more of their music recently and they've got some real good bops (though this song is a sad one)

LAST MOVIE — Turning Red. I've been home sick with a stinking cold today and so have been binging films on the sofa. This one was really good, I love the radical acceptance of the teenage weird girl ride-or-die friendship being a central plot point

CURRENTLY WATCHING — My main series I have been watching is The Boys, which has been very good and I love the Homelander/Butcher narrative foils (even if Karl Urban's Cockney accent is distinctly Kiwi flavoured). Today I am watching a lot of Bob's Burgers as a comfort series while I'm ill.

CURRENTLY READING — In paper books, I'm currently reading This Is How You Lose The Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone (very slowly despite the fact I am definitely enjoying it). In fanfic world I am currently re-reading Or Be Nice by @charlottemadison42 (a delightful Good Omens AU fic that can be found here) and Pick Yourself Up by @m-u-n-c-h-y (a great Butch Deloria POV FO3 fic that can be found here).

LAST THING SEARCHED FOR WRITING PURPOSES - A glossary of robotics terms that is definitely nothing to do with my ongoing attempts to write fic about Harkness. Definitely not. Couldn't be me.

tagging in turn @radioactive-synth, @theartofblossoming, @its-sixxers, @just-another-wasteland-merc, and @persephoning if you'd like to have a go!

#ask meme #nom says stuff

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thatgayb1tchwhosimps4her · 2 years

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Nancy Wheeler x Female Reader: Dating Head-Cannons

*****

Feel free to use these for your own creations, I don't mind at all.

I'm guessing most people reading this are over 5'3, as the first head-cannon mentions the reader being taller then Nancy, but if you're not, please just ignore it as I could not think of a way to make an alternative :)

Some of these are based on very specific scenarios cause I am very specific when it comes to most things.

Let me know if you'd like to see that one shots of these head-cannons, as I'd love to provide them for you :)

*****

Being the tallest out of the two of you has it's perks.

E.g. Taking her journalism notes away from her when she's been working on them for too long, and holding them above your head so she can't reach, and then only way she can get them back is if she promises to finish her sentence and stop writing, or by physically tackling you and stealing them back (which she has done before).

Her having to get on her tiptoes or you having to lean down to kiss/hug each other. Etc

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The ultimate duvet/comforter thief in the entire worlds existence, literally as soon as you turn over to go to bed/settle down to go to bed, she will wrap herself in it so you have to snuggle into her to keep warm.

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Enjoying the best dates together.

Studying together at a local cafe.

Movie dates.

Picnic Dates in the Spring.

Tanning and swimming together on the beach (and building sandcastles as well if that's your sort of thing).

Long autumn walks.

Snowball fights in Winter.

Stargazing.

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Nancy is a morning person and nobody can convince me otherwise. She definitely gets up at 7am every morning, on the dot and will try anything and everything to wake you up (and if you are anything like me, and you usually get up at 10 in the morning, it can make things difficult) but she usually ends up getting you out of bed by bribing you with extra kisses and cuddles throughout the day.

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Stealing each others clothing has just become a thing, if one of yours or her pieces of clothing has disappeared there's a 99% chance the other person has taken/borrowed it.

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Picking flowers when your out walking and making a bouquet of pretty flowers for her, or just picking one very special one. You get bonus points in her book for tucking a couple behind her ears or putting them in her hair.

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Going to bookshops and picking out books to read to each other later on, while cuddling in bed.

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She absolutely loves baking and is a very good cook, chocolate chip cookies are her speciality.

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Pool/swimming days with the rest of the gang (Robin, Steve, Eddie, Jonathan, Argyle, Dustin, Lucas, Mike, Will, Max, El and Erica) at Steve's house or Lover's Lake.

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Nancy is definitely a plant mom/mum, she loves plants, fake or real ones, she will love them as if they are real.

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The two of you hanging out and having sleepovers with Robin, Max, El and Erica all the time, paint each others nails, dyeing each others hair, make matching bracelets/necklaces, bake cookies, gossip, watch movies, the whole works.

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Going along with her as her sort of sidekick when she goes out being "the best journalist in the world", as you tell her, is the best.

Long car rides on the way to/on the way back from following leads and doing interviews for in any of her new stories.

Writing little notes and drawing little doodles and hearts on the covers of her notebooks while she's pre-occupied with other stuff.

Going out for coffee runs while Nancy's working on stories.

Proof-reading and re-reading them together over and over again to make sure they make sense and are spelt correctly

Working on designs and headlines for the front pages.

Fake names and identities, following people around, trespassing, going to extreme lengths to access research, that kind of thing.

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Her teaching you how to fire her guns in case you ever need to use them (even if your not good at it, you will probably end up using it).

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(For my girls with Anxiety, Autism, ADHD, or any other similar disorders) Nancy always makes sure she has your comfort things (or similar things to them) when you go out in case you suddenly don't feel 100%.

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Trying to (and almost always succeeding in) getting Nancy to revive her old D&D character that she used to play with The Party when The Hellfire Club (and Will) play in the Wheeler's basement twice a week and occasionally playing the role of DM (Dungeon Master).

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Robin helping the two of you plan your days out (and occasionally tagging along with them) and in return the two of you help with her flirting skills (she definitely take notes on one of Nancy's spare notebooks to make sure she remembers all of it), because the two of you are definitely way better at dating advice then Steve Harrington.

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Writing little poems and notes for each other and putting them in different places (in mugs/cups from the kitchen cupboard, sticking them to mirrors, replacing bookmarks in the other persons book with them, putting them in each others jacket pockets etc).

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Finding things/gifts that remind you of the other person (flowers, rocks/crystals, etc).

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Obviously, dating Nancy Wheeler comes with some baggage (the Upside Down and all that jazz), so inevitably the two of you are going to get hurt at some point, and whether it's a small scrape or a deep cut, Nancy is going to immediately try and make it less uncomfortable for you and use whatever resources she has to keep it from being infected until she can clean it properly.

But as soon as you're all finished and out of the Upside Down, she sits you down and cleans your wound properly while lecturing you on how much worse it could've been, and how you need to be more careful, all while making sure your okay while bandaging it up.

However, when it comes to her injuries, she'll play it off as nothing until she absolutely has to have it cleaned and bandaged up.

*****

#Harlow (Lottie's Version)#stranger things #nancy wheeler #natalia dyer #nancy wheeler x reader #nancy wheeler x female reader #nancy wheeler headcannons #original content #original post #mine not yours

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morallyinept · 7 months

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A list of all my favourite DAVE YORK Fic Recs, with the writers tagged. Includes fics I am currently reading/want to read.

PART 1

Please show some love to the writers by re-blogging and commenting on their work. 🖤

⚠️ Please ensure you check the triggers/warnings etc... on the stories themselves as some of them may not be suitable to your own particular tastes.

Desperation - @theywhowriteandknowthings

Dollhouse, Broken Sleep & Wonderful Tonight Featuring Frankie Morales - @psychedelic-ink

Bound For Carnage Series - @psychedelic-ink

Scotch & Cherry - @ghostfanwriter Tutor!Reader

I Can Barely Breathe, True North & Anchor - @yespolkadotkitty

My Girl Featuring Frankie Morales, Your Taste I Crave, Sharpshooter, Kinktober 22 Lactation & After Hours - @foli-vora

Just A Piece - @palioom

The Cabin In The Woods Part 1, Part 2 & Part 3 - @xdaddysprincessxx Dark!Dead Dove

Dave York Masterlist - @absurdthirst So many good ones on there!

Isn't She A Doll? - @proxima-writes

Three Days - @massivedreamer CartelBossF!Reader

Revenge, Stupid Little Heart & Drabble 1 - @toomanystoriessolittletime

Amarum & A Healing Touch - @juletheghoul

Red & Unholy Series - @alwaysdjarin

Summer Schooled Series Featuring Joel Miller, You Say Hate But I Think You Mean The Other Thing Series & Dave Masterlist - @boliv-jenta

My Best Friend's Dad Series & Dave York Masterlist - @whiskeynwriting

The Senator's Daughter Series - @detectivecarisi-1 Bodyguard!Dave

The Secrets We Keep - @wildemaven

The Violence Of You, Dark!Dave Ropes, Reckless, Pitch Black Series Blind!OFC, Stay With Me, Intimidation Tactics Series Featuring Marcus Pike & Special Virgin!Reader - @whataperfectwasteoftime

A Valentine's In Reverse - @littlebirdsbookshelf

1k Smut Sensation Thigh Riding - @thetriumphantpanda

Antagonists - @getitoutofmymindwrites

Thirteen Days Series - @josephquinnswhore

Two For One - @suzdin Featuring Max Phillips

Drown In Your Wrath & Fury & You Made Me A Villain - @movievillainess721

Appreciation Series F!Nanny Reader, The Storm, Religious Corruption Series Virgin!Reader, Silent, This Is Me Trying Series Surgeon!Dave, & A Little Taste - @pedropascalsx

The Good, The Bad & The Naughty, Attending Mr York Series, One Week With Dave York Series, & Cherry Kisses - @popcornforone

Precious Possessions Series - @exquisiteserotonin

Emptiness - @deadhumourist SoftDom!Dave

Desires & Complications Series - @ezrasbirdie Featuring Marcus Pike

Notes On Tutoring Series - @honestly-shite Music College AU

Assistance - @adancedivasmom

Mine - @theewokingdead F!NannyReader

Needs & Wants - @thefloorisbalaclava

Interrogation - @secretwriterpp Dark/Violence Featuring Frankie Morales

Yours, Rulebreaker, Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This) & Temptation - @wheresarizona

Eres Mia Series - @loslentesdepedrito Featuring Marcus Pike

Kinktober Day 4 Breath Play - @moralesispunk

Satisfy Me - @whiskeyncoke-redux

Desired Punishment Series Dark!Dave & Office Rendezvous - @coastielaceispunk

Burnt Honey - @pedrito-friskito

Risk - @katareyoudrilling

Larks & Katydids - @kiwisbell AO3 Link

Daddy Dave Masterlist - @pintsizemama

Volatile - @javier-pena

Dave Request - @radiowallet

Façade - @furious-rogue-stuff

Killer Writing Series - @wardenparker

#pedro pascal characters #dave york #fic recs #dave york x f!reader #dave york the equalizer 2 #the equalizer 2 #dave york x reader #dave york smut #dave york fanfiction #dave york fanfic #pedro pascal #pedro pascal character universe #dave york x you #dave york x female reader

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scuderiahoney · 25 days

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hey pretty lee 🥰

i read in motion on the day of the release, but because of my grandmother's anniversary, i didn't have time to comment. and now i decided to re-read and immediately write down my impressions in the notes application.

i like what Bunny explained in excruciating detail because it immediately gives a very good characterization of her!! in general, the whole dialogue with Lando is really perfect to start with. and Max. only Max appears (in this case) the "big brother" light turns on for me (the fact that my older brother is also Max helps).

FAMILY DINNER!! the best. kind of serious. sharing an evening meal is very cool. really a family vibe. boys are really siblings. chaotic siblings. and we love them for it. cooking. that's what's intimate. an act of love. i'm thrilled. Max's acts of tenderness.... i feel too many feelings.

SEB!! Nothing else. i'm just really glad to see him. and the fact that he's taking a break from training for cookies?? perfect.

LOGAN!! i feel a lot of feelings towards him. so i'm very glad to see him too.

failed a physics test?? understand that.

GIVE THE GIRLS A RIDE ON THE ZAMBONI!! Seb is chaotic enough to approve of this idea. i firmly believe that they will ride. also, syncing with Lily?? god, i love this!!

talking to Oscar touched my soul. it's so real.... i like this slow burning. and i like that we see the first sparks.

actually, i'm a little biased towards hockey players because of my friend's experience. but the idea itself?? god, that's great. we have an olympic hockey reserve school in our city, often when i went to my training sessions, i saw part of the boys' street training. and a bunch of girls who are looking for their attention.... but not about that!! i liked this chapter and will be waiting for the next ones!!

hi my love!!! thank you soooo much once again!!

max truly is big brother coded & i hope i can show that even more as the story goes on! i’m also so glad people are enjoying the lil cameos from people like seb! and i’ve been having a lot of Logan feelings too lately so i understand big time. thank you so much for reading, i hope you enjoy part 2, too!!

#box box #hunajatahti

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atlasonfire · 2 years

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Okay, here's some more The Quarry head canons while i wait for my computer to update (i love writing these):

After Ryan's third year coming back to be a counsellor after the re-opening of Hackett's Quarry Summer Camp, Caleb decides to make him co-owner alongside Max instead of just a counsellor. Caleb quits, and decides to become a cop like his Uncle Travis. Travis deserves a load off his shoulders once in a while.

Its complicated, and Ryan remembers a Bizarre Yet Bonafide episode on people who take ownership of generational family land without being apart of the bloodline being cursed and has some superstitions about becoming co-owner — but Caleb tells him Chris would've wanted it, and that gets Ryan to ease up.

Ryan still tells ghost stories to the kids.

He moves to Night Kill, much like Laura and Max.

He manages to convince Kaitlyn to visit, but she never stays longer than three days and never on a week with a full moon.

Max is the least organised camp owner ever. Never wears the uniform (most because he doesn't want to look stupid.), doesn't know the schedules, etc. Laura is pretty sure he wasn't ready for the responsibility but took it anyway. She helps him on most nights to get things in order.

Ryan wears the uniform that Chris used to wear (not the...exact one. Chris had a lot of spares being a werewolf and all) for the first week of summer before deciding it was uncomfortable and goes back to his regular clothes. Being a camp mentor wasn't about the looks, after all.

He manages to convince Dylan to come down, after an entire spring of begging for some company besides Laura and Max. "Listen, I love em'. I bled with Laura, man, i let her bite me, but come on. I'm going crazy."

Laura is the camp nurse, but otherwise spends time hunting with Bobby. This time, regular hunting.

Speaking of Bobby, Ryan is iffy around him — considering he was literally stabbed by him, but they get over their differences and Ryan realises that Bobby was only doing as he saw/was told.

When Dylan finally does come down to Hackett's Quarry, things are awkward. He and Ryan never really talked face-to-face after their trial in court, especially not about what they were.

Despite this, when they first see each other, they hug for a solid three minutes. Ryan is almost afraid if he lets go, Dylan wont really be there, and Dylan is afraid that if he lets go that Ryan will see how much has changed and will regret asking him to come.

"I was listening to that stupid podcast during the ride here."

"And?"

"How are you still sane? I wanted to climb through my phone and strangle everyone involved in making something so stupid. Several times."

"They cleared our names, Dylan."

"Yeah, yeah. We all know who sent them that stupid package."

Flirting ensues.

Emma sees an ad for Hackett's Quarry Summer Camp in the paper and tells all of her subscribers about Ryan being the new face of the camp, and shares some stories about him. She also sees Max, is confused for a moment, then remembers him as Laura's boyfriend.

"You guys see this stupid face? This is that bitch i tased. I mean... it was a very different looking face, but it was this face behind all of the whole ugly...furless werewolf thing."

She doesnt know if her subscribers actually believe the whole werewolf thing, but regardless, she tells everything as she remembers.

Jacob starts a tiktok about his experience as a summer camp counsellor, but also for his love of peanut butter butter pops. In his bio it says,

He/him yes I'm that guy that brought back the best snack under the sun.

He almost goes back to Hacketts quarry, just for a tiktok video, but changes his mind mostly because he doesn't want to run around the forest naked again by accident somehow.

Abigail sees the same ad in the paper and texts Emma about considering going back.

Emma gives her a psychological evaluation - which is literally just a BuzzFeed quiz of "would YOU get murdered in a horror movie?"

Abigail got traumatised but lived, and takes that as a sign to go back. She really enjoyed her time at the camp as a counsellor, besides the whole...almost dying to her almost summer boyfriend.

Ryan is pleased to see her, and Dylan is happy to see her too. One more person to hear his jokes.

Dylan gives the announcements every morning like usual, but every night he makes an announcement now too, "stay in your cabins during the night, kids, or a bear will get you and eat off your hand like they did to mine!"

He gets more and more creative every night. Every one of the nightly announcements are about bears, maybe sometimes he makes a remark about a boar to tease Abigail.

One of the kids, during bonfire night, asks Ryan about the supposed werewolves.

Ryan brings a flashlight up to his face, illuminating him in the dark and starts telling some stereotypical horror story about werewolves he saw on the internet a while back, but changes the location to Hacketts Quarry.

"And thats why you never wanna talk about them. Cause they'll hear you. And they'll.. eat. You. Right. Up."

Dylan walks into the circle coincidentally just as he says that and is met with screams.

He screams back.

Max scolds Ryan for telling scary stories to the kids, and Ryan remembers that Chris had said something similar and withdraws a little with the scary stories.

Nick makes a short film about turning into a werewolf (totally not based on reality.)

Emma finds it funny, and reacts/reviews it on her youtube channel.

Abigail, always supportive and sweet, helps with some of the concept art for the (animated) werewolves. Nick wonders if any of the designs are reminiscent of what he looked like as one, but picks blindly.

Laura finds what she was looking for in coming back to Hacketts Quarry and Night Kill, eventually. Peace with what happened.

The nightmares might stay, the memories wont go away, but she manages to sleep a little easier after one long night talking to Travis about that fateful day.

Laura makes a headstone for Silas near the quarry. That weight on her shoulders is a little lighter.

Dylan and Ryan sit together on the last day of the summer, after all the new counsellors plus Abigail have left once more, and talk.

Dylan removes his prosthetic, allows himself to be vulnerable near Ryan, and asks about Kaitlyn. The jokes are gone and the awkwardness and flirting are too. They'd been avoiding this all summer.

Ryan tells him that he hadnt been ready for a relationship with neither of them when he was 18 and going to college. Now almost 25, and having spent another whole summer with Dylan, its different.

(Before this conversation Ryan talked to Abigail, got some advice, also talked to Kaitlyn and got some firmer advice and some scolding for being stupid and avoiding talking like adults do)

Dylan and Ryan figure out whats different, and its how they feel about each other. They establish they like each other, romantically, and Dylan talks about how disappointed he was when they reconnected after that last night long ago and Ryan acted like they hadnt gotten closer - like they hadnt kissed, protect and bled for each other, etc.

Ryan feels like an asshole.

Ryan isnt an asshole, so he apologises and offers an explanation.

Its not the best explanation, and not what Dylan wanted to hear, but its the truth and Dylan is happy with it.

Everyone, after that summer in Hackett's Quarry Summer Camp, had been traumatised and came out different than when they went in. Changed. Ryan had needed time, and Dylan was patient enough.

Max steps out just as they kiss, holding four mugs of hot cocoa he'd made in celebration, swiftly does a three sixty and heads back to Laura in the kitchen grabbing some snacks (they'd planned to watch that stupid short film before Dylan had to go, and share some stories or whatever)

"You owe me fifty bucks." He tells Laura.

Re-upload as a separate post instead of a reblog. Might add more later :)

#hacketts quarry #supermassive games #the quarry #did this instead of work #headcannons

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ronance4everbrainrot · 2 years

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So since @corgiplays basically already did the time line thing and put all that stuff together, I don't really need add anything, but I'm bored and imma try to write out some situations.

This one is Nancy and Robin in the bathroom (long intro? with Flashback) after Steve started being distant. (also it's gonna be long. TW: scraped hands/knees ??)

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[Today's Monday btw]

"Bye mom..." Robin says as she leaves the house with the warmest outfit she could find, which wasn't much. [I don't know much about clothes, so it's basically her S4 outfit, the one with the black jacket, but a bit more appropriate for Winter but also not much change]. She walks over to her Bike while thinking to herself 'Has Steve been avoiding me? I mean he doesn't have to hang out with me all the time..but that's basically what we did everyday since summer.. but he's been canceling our plans for a week know and I've been waiting for him to pick me up, which he always does and he doesn't really have to but he didn't even give me a heads-up that he won't drive me. Like, at least tell me so I want be late, dingu-' "SHIT!" Robin slips up,surprisingly enough she catches herself, she looks around to see if anyone saw that, luckily for her, no one did. 'yea, there is no way I'm gonna survive this, but I'm gonna be even more late without my bike...ugh!'.

She gets on her bike and put on her helmet, she knocks on it twice 'safety first'. She takes off and tries to go as fast as possible on the icey street and sidewalk. 'it's gonna take some miracle for me not to fall'. while on the road she realizes she forgot her walkman so she can't listen to her language tapes.

She angrily thinks about it for a few minutes but gets cut off when she nearly slips up 'Holy shit!' she panickes for a second but she didn't fall 'oh thank god! Steve is so lucky he graduated already, or I would have smacked him with my helmet for making me ride to school! ON A BIKE! IN WINTER!!!' Robin was furious, angry tears forming in her eyes. Why was Steve avoiding her?

They were hanging out at the Wheelers again. It was earily December on a Friday and even though Christmas is like weeks away, they are already planning to celebrate Christmas together at the Wheelers. Even the Byers while come over the breaks!

[I just had to, El and Max needed each other in S4 so they get some time together! Which also makes Max come out to Robin after El leaves again (sorry my elmax heart just forced my brain to write this lol)]

So the mood was over the top. Even Robin was excited! Her first Christmas with friends and dare she say family. It's also her first Christmas with Steve! She may not have much money and Steve basically already has everything, she got this amazing day planned! If she thinks about it to hard it seems like a date, like date date, but she doesn't, because Steve knows.

Her gift is basically a hang out at first (but they do stuff Steve suggests or wants) but she also saved up a bit to get basketball tickets for the game that is before Christmas. Which, honestly, is great, because then she gets to spend Christmas with the others together, too.

[I know nothing about Basketball games/tickets so idk if they play in the winter, but they do now]

Robin was so excited about this day that she told Nancy about it. Nancy was very surprised and impressed that Robin thought about all that and got jealous (you know why), but happy nonetheless, thinking Robin is such a good girlfriend.

[I just re-read Corgis post and Nancy thinking they are dating is in November so I'd say late November and Steve somehow, because he's stupid, didn't want to say the they aren't dating, so he just avoids Robin, so this is the start when he also avoids her even if they would be alone, because before it was just with Nancy a few days later it's with the kids and now it's just with Robin alone already]

The game would be in a week on the weekend, and even tho Robin never really cared for basketball, she's excited! Also Steve has been kinda weird lately, at first it was just with Nancy, she thought for a bit that it was because she may think they are dating but then he starts acting weird when around the kids, too. Now that she thinks about it, he has been avoiding her since the beginning of the hangout. So the tickets and so were also kinda there to smooth things out between them (she think she did something, like talking too much or being too mean with the jokes, idk, but she doesn't know what she did so she can't really apologize....but well she didn't do anything)

After a few minutes of asking around were Steve is. She finally find him walking down the stairs (don't worry, he was just on the bathroom, nothing to do with Nancy) and she snatches him my the arm to drag him into the kitchen. "Steve" she turnd around to look at him with a serious face "I have to ask you something" Steve tries to stay calm but is screaming on the inside, thinking she was gonna bring up him avoiding her. Luckily Robin was just joking with the serious thing and a smile was on her face "Soo, I got this idea for next week, like a hang out, but outside of hawkings, cause it's kind boring here. And well since it's outside of Hawkins I wanted to ask like a week before so it's not that spontaneous" Robin starts getting nervous about her gift idea and starts rambling "and funnily enough it seems like a date, but you know, it's not" then Nancy walks into kitchen and both her and Steve's eyes widden at what Robin says next "but it's also funny because normal the guy would plan the date or at least I thought so and-" Steve cuts here off "I'm sorry Robin but I- I am busy with something! Yea um, my dad didn't really tell me what I have to do, because you know he's an asshole, but he asked me to help with something so I'm sorry, but I can't go" Steve is surprised he came up with that, considering the panic he has of what Nancy must be thinking hearing that sentence out of context. [STEEEEVE NOOO 😭]

[Damn, how long is her ride to the school, also sorry not sorry for all the interruptions 😅]

Now that she thinks about it, she still has those tickets and the game is in 4 days 'I better give them to Lucas and Max... At least someone gets a 'date'...' she thinks bitterly. She just now realized that her vision is kinda blurry and a tiny sob sound leaves her body.

'Oh..' She quickly shakes her head and tries to whip her tears away with one hand, which normally would be easy, riding with one hand, but since it's very icey. She loses control of the bike and crashes into the hard ice/concrete of the street."woAH-" She hold of her hands and try to stop the fall but that makes her scrape her hands and it hurts like hell, the sleeve of her favorite jacket also tears. Her knees are no better. "shit.." she hisses out "holy shit- that hurts" she whispering through gritting theet.

Fortunately and unfortunately, she was already near the school. Which means she doesn't have to go far, but the others saw her fall. She stands up and looks down in embarrassment, but also so no one can see here tears building up. She uses her bike as support and tries to hide the limp while walking forwards the bike stands. She tries to ignore the laughing jerks and put the lock on the bike.

Robin doesn't even care that the warning bell rings, signaling that she has to go to her class soon. She just pushes through the wave of student standing in her way, and goes to the nearest bathroom. One of these students, however, was Nancy Wheeler and she just saw a very distressed looking Robin pushing her way through people and going into the bathroom.

When Nancy walked into the bathroom. She was not expecting a crying Robin, washing blood of her hands while standing on shaky legs with blood on her knees and holes in her clothes. "Oh my god, Robin! What happened?" she asked, her voice full off concern, but also gentle trying not to spook her (which failed), as she takes slow steps forward.

Robin jumps up and almost lost her footing but luckily Nancy caught her arm, which calms her down a bit, after realizing it's Nancy. "N-Nancy?" she asked with a shaky voice. Nancy just smiles gently at her "Hi" [Don't you dare 👀] Robin blushes and smiles back a bit "Hi.." [you did not just pull a nick and Charlie 😪 lol]

Robin quickly came to her senses and remembers the state that she's in (Note to self, don't be gay in Indiana🎶) and blushes even more but out of embarrassed because Nancy had to see her like this. "Uh- um.. W-what are you doing here?" she asked trying to sound like she didn't just cry a second ago. "Well, I saw you were looking distress when you pushed passed me so I-" Nancy started but was then cut off by an even more embarrassed and apologizing Robin "Omg! I am so sorry! I- I didn't mean to push you o-or anything! I just kinda fell of my bike and I scraped my hands and knees! And- and I thought I was gonna be late, since Steve didn't care to say that he wouldn't drive me to school today! And when I fell, I wanted to clean myself off before I went to class! So that's why I pushed you! I am so very sorry tho! I didn't mean it on purpose! I mean I kinda did- but in the sense that I would have pushed anyone and not that I specifically wanted to push you! I-.. I should stop talking know..." Robin ended her a forced chuckle.

Nancy stands stunned for a minute. "You came here... On a bike?..in the winter?" she asked. "Um..yeah?... I mean, I knows it's weird, and kinda dangerous" she jokes and hold out her still bleeding hands "but I didn't have any other way of transportation, since that dingus, Steve, has been seemingly avoiding me" she rolls her eyes, trying to look more annoyed than hurt.

Nancy, however, saw that look of hurt in her eyes, but looks back down to her hands wanting to make sure that's taken care of first "Let's get them properly cleaned, then we can talk later" as she gently takes Robin's hands in her own, leading them under the water. Robin hisses in pain. "Hey, it's okay, I know it hurts, but we don't want it to get infected." Nancy looks around the bathroom but realizes that there is no first aid kit. She quietly curses and looks back at Robin. "Ok so, I have a kit in my car. You're going to stay here and wait, ok? I'll be right back" she leaves in a hurry, giving Robin no chance to answer.

Without the short comfort of Nancy's hands or just Nancy's presence, she can't distract herself from the pain of the knees, which started shaking again. 'Shit shit shit shit' She's tries to steady herself by placing her hands on either side of the sink but her scraped off skin started burning and her arms began to shake as well aswell 'Shit shit, ok ok, clam down, I'm just gonna slowly sit myself to the ground' she takes a deep breath and easys herself down to the floor 'Oh God, I don't want to know how stupid this looks' she thinks while one arms starts slipping and she bangs her forehead on the sink "FUCK!" she squeezes her eyes shut and collapse to the floor. Rubbing her forehead she quietly says "Can't get any worst than this"

Why did she have to say that.

"Oh God! Are you ok?!" The panicked voice of Chrissy Cunningham, yes the Chrissy Cunningham, the new Queen of Hawkins High reaches her ear. 'Huh. Both the old and new Queen in one day. What a jackpot' she thinks for second. "Uh- ye-yeah!" her voice cracks 'I hate myself' she tries to smile but it looks more like a grimace. "O-ok, um, do you need the school nurse? I- I can get her if you want?" she asked while playing with the sleeves of her cheerleader jacket. [I love Chrissy 🙏] Robin clears her throat "Yeah, I'm okay! It's totally fine! But thank you! I just-Uh- I um- I was just-"

Then suddenly the door opens which makes both girls jump. "Ok, so I got the rubbing Alcohol and the bandages, also cotten balls for the alcohol." Nancy came in, listing things she put into her bag. "Sorry I took so long, there just were these stupid-" she finally looks up and saw a surprise Chrissy. "Uh-.." It feels like an hour of awkward silence when Chrissy broke the ice. "Um-..Hey" she shyly smiles at Nancy "I was gonna get the school nurse, but seems like Robin's already has you". She says it in such a casual way that it makes Robin blush. Nancy seems speechless "Uh y-yeah.."

Another awkward silence, which Chrissy breaks again. "So, seeing as you have everything under control, I should probably go.." She starts to nervously play with her sleeves again. This time Robin answers "Yeah...thanks for checking up on me tho, others would have probably called me a weirdo or would have laughed seeing me like this" she gave a short laugh. Chrissy frowns at this "well ignore this people, they are just mean jerks" and then she sweetly smiled at Robin "If you ever need help and Nancy's not here, you can gladly come to me" Robin was starstruck and just nods her head grinning back like an idiot. "O-ok!" Chrissy just gives a nod back and leaves while waving "See you around"

There was, yet again, another awkward silence, more from Nancy's side this time. Nancy clears her throat "So...that was something.." Robin still starstruck, quietly wonders "how did she know my name?" "Did you say something?" Quickly shaking her head she comes back from her trance "n-nothin- ARGH" she holds her head. Nancy rushes to her side "what is it? A headache? Did you fall onto your face?!" Nancy quickly checks her head for any injuries but finds non "N-no, i just...I hit my head on the sink..." Robin starts "and I guess shaking your head after hitting it, isn't the smartest move" she chuckles bitterly.

Nancy then noticed that Robin was on the floor "How did that even happen?" she asked, while helping Robin up and making her sit on the sink. "Well when you left, you couldn't distract me anymore so my body decides to remember that its hurt and then my knees started shaking and I tried to hold myself up but my arms also started shaking and I slipped and then I hit my head on the sink and then Chrissy came and-" Robin's cuts herself off with a yelp "Hey! Give a girl a waring, will you!" while pulling her hand away.

"Sorry, I thought maybe your talking would distract yourself." Nancy says, while not looking like she's sorry. "Now give me your hand" she hold out her own hand. Robin carefully places her hand into Nancy's and tries not to blush at the gentle and soft yet rough hand.

"Ok, this is gonna sting" Nancy says, as she carefully dabs the cotten ball with rubbing alcohol on the scraped off skin. Robin tries to focus on Nancy's hand rather then the stinging pain. Nancy quietly curses again. "look like you cut yourself on a rocks" she grimaced "that's why there's still so much blood coming" she looks up at Robin's eyes "but don't worry, I'm gonna bandage it up and it's gonna heal in not time" she tries to resure her. Robin just nods and keeps staring at Nancy's face while she look focused on the task at hand. (badum tch) 'She looks so cute when her brows are furrowed in consentraction, especially when she's trying to figure something out or come up with a plan.......I'm being creepy aren't I....omg....don't tell me Steve knows....is that why he's been avoiding me?....omg....he knows I'm in love with Nancy, doesn't he! Shit shit shit!!! No, that can't be it, he would have said something!...wouldn't he?....I-.. '

"-bin!? Are you ok!?! Why are you crying!? Hellooo?!" A very very concerned voice if Nancy broke her train of thoughts "Huh- W-what?" Robin focuses her eyes and is face to face with and even more worried looking Nancy, who has both her hands on both of her cheeks. With gentle looking eyes Nancy wipes the tears off with her thumb. Robin didn't even notice that she started crying. Nancy must have noticed that she's focused again "Hey, hey" her voice somehow calm "It's okay, it's done, you're ok" she says while still stroking Robin's cheek with her thumb. Robin slowly looks down at her hand and sees that it's bandaged, she looks back at Nancy's eyes. "Are you ok?" Robin nods. "why did you start crying? Was it because it hurt?" Robin shook her head "No? Then why did you cry? If you're ok with talking about it, of course."

Robin looks away from her eyes to think and decides to tell her. Nancy has her suspicion but she wasn't gonna bring it up herself. "I- I think steve has been a-avoiding me.." she quietly says. "And why would he do that?" 'does it have to do something with me finding out they are dating?...I hope not...' Nancy thinks to herself. Robin looks at her not bandaged hand which stopped bleeding since there is no deep cut there. [You know, just to clarify] "I- I don't know. Maybe because I talk to much? Or I've hurt him with my joking insults? Or he just decided he doesn't want to be friends with me anymore! Since that was everyone apparently does when they are friends with me! There is something wrong with me!" she started laughing quietly "of course he would want to get rid of me someday! I knew I shouldn't have set my hopes up with this friendship. The kids are also just gonna leave me."She tries not to cry 'I've cried enough today ugh, why can't I just be normal! why do I have to be so dramatic' "I'm sorry...I- I didn't mean to dump this all on you. I'm just being dramatic. You can l-leave now, thanks for your help" Robin says while looking to the side, waiting for Nancy to leave.

Nancy was speechless. She couldn't believe what she just heard. While her speech Robin pulled her hands away from her face, so she places them back to where they were and turn Robin's face so she faces Nancy. Robin looked surprised "Wha-" Nancy shuts her up. Robin's feels pressure on her lips.

Nancy's finger is placed ontop of her lips so she can't talk.

[The way I was laughing and cringing at the same time while writing this! 😭🤣😂😅😪 I'm so sorry! It was so much funnier in theory! 😭😂]

"No. You've talked enough." Nancy said while she staring at Robin's wide eyes 'Wow, I didn't know her eyes were so blue...it's like you could drown in them...'They kept staring at each other eyes and then Robin, the idiot, starts leaning forward, still starting into each other's eyes. To her own shook Nancy also starts leaning forward, while slowly dragging her finger down her lips. A set of eyes flicker down to the others lips....they lean closer and closer and then....

DRRRIIIIIIINNNGGGGG

[You know when the build up is like that, it has to be interrupted]

They jump apart. Robin panicked and flustered. Nancy panicked and confused. "ohwhOASHIT-" Robin starts falling of the sink but Nancy holds her by the shoulders so she doesn't fall and pulls her back up "phew....Heh...man.. I need to stop falling so often..." Robin tries to easy the tension and smiles awkwardly yet still cute "yeah..heh" They awkwardly laugh. Nancy still has her hands on Robin's shoulder so she quickly pulls them away and somehow pushes against her knee which makes Robin hiss in pain "Oh God, I am so sorry, I didn't mean to I-" Robin starts laughing "You trying to copy me, Wheeler?" "I-" Nancy pouts 'omg she's adorable' "I was just trying to apologize" She looks down at Robin's knees "And they also still need to be taken care of"

She looks around for the cotten balls and the rubbing Alcohol and then looks up "This is gonna sting." "Yeah yeah, i know." "Well I wanted to give a girl a warning" "Oh, right" Robin snorts "Didn't think you would rememb- AAHShit!" Nancy just smirks and continues the process "You are full of surprises, Wheeler. I didn't know you were suck a jerk." Robin smirks down at her "I am not a jerk." Nancy says, not looking up. "Sure sure". Nancy presses down hard onto the other knee, which makes Robin let out a few curse words "Ok ok! You're not a jerk" with a pleased smile, Nancy continues her task.

After a while of cleaning up injures and bandaging them, Robin finally stands up on her own. She wobbles a bit but it's fine "How about I drive you home? I don't think you're in a good condition to go to school" Robin dramatically gasped "Omg! Is THE Nancy 'the Priss' Wheeler going to skip school!?" "Shut up or I'm going to make you walk home." Robin make the mouth sip motion "Good. Now let's go before-"

The school bell rings again

"-the bell rings...um..well we can still go, but now there is a higher chance of people seeing us" "What, don't want to be seen with me?" "You know what I meant! Now shut up or I'll really make you walk home" Robin hold her hands up in surrender. "Lead the way, Wheeler"

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I don't know what happened with their dynamic at the end, but I like that dynamic and Nancy found her in a vulnerable moment so that's why she didn't act like this at first... Idk.. Also they are basically forgetting the stuff before the almost kiss 😭😂 idk if it makes sense but well they both just pushed it down ig... Hope you enjoyed!

Edit: OMG I TOTALLY FORGOT! I wanted to say that the tear on her favorite jacket is the reason she has the "Handle with care" thing on it.

You can look at this post and suggest something I should write!

Lots of love!! ✨😭❤️✨

#long post #very long post #ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #I don't know #i just 😭😭😭😭#Murray adopting Robin

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