#Nancy Drew kitchen

[hucklebucket]

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[clueingforcooks]

Kitchen appreciation: J.J. Ling’s apartment.

[flythesail]

Nancy Drew is peak television because sometimes there's a line of dialogue that's a little odd and then by the end of the season, you find out the main character was possessed by a wraith the whole time. Other times, there are three full moons in the span of a week and a half just because the writers needed reasons for things to happen and didn't bother to check whether enough time had passed for it to work.

[you-have-made-a-fatal-error]

habitable? girl you don't have a bathroom.

[thefatedthoughtofyou]

Eddie is such a name lengthening type of guy. Steve is steven. Dustin is Dustinberg. Mike is Micheal. Lucas is I Love Lucas. Max is Red or Pippy Long Stocking. He calls El so many different things but NEVER eleven. Her favorite is Waffle House. Will is Will the Wise. Sometimes he calls him Sir William and it makes Will blush a little bit.

Erica is always Lady Applejack, he'd used something else once and she'd hit him so hard he had a bruise on his arm for a week. He calls Nancy, Nancy Drew and it makes her not hate the nickname anymore. Robin is Robert. She loves it. Calls him Edwin. He loves it.

He's got weird names for everyone but none of them are shorter then their actual names. Sometimes it's just a simple usage of their last names. But never anything shorter.

He calls Steve, Steven one day when they're alone, whispers it when Steve presses close to him in the kitchen, Eddie had gone to get them drinks and Steve just, followed him.

And Steve presses closer, whispers,  "Edward". And it makes Eddie scrunch his face cuz nooo no no nope, real names are not allowed. But Steve smooths his thumb over the creases between Eddie's eyebrows and then he's kissing Eddie.

And Eddie decides maybe it's fine. Maybe Steve can call him Edward... Sometimes. Anytime he wants. As long as he kisses him after.

[yourfavoritewitchbitch]

Baby Daddy!Steve Harrington Headcanons

These are just a few thoughts I had (along with my bestie @starksbabie). I'm not sure if I would do a full fledged fic, but enjoy! ❤️

CW: Unplanned Pregnancy (we all know how babies are made at this point. For the love of God, wrap it before you tap it!) Mostly Fluff. Will they or won't they?

You weren't exactly friends or lovers when it happened, but you'd been “having fun” for a few months now. One little blunder and you ended up pregnant.

Both old enough to know better but stupid enough to let it happen anyway.

You were so nervous to tell him, even though you had heard him voice his opinions on children numerous times.

He loves kids. Wants a whole baseball team, if he could. Just hasn't found “the one” to settle down with.

He was confused when you turned up out of the blue on an unscheduled night with tear stained cheeks and swollen eyes from crying all afternoon, murmuring a low “I'm sorry” as he ushered you into his apartment.

He'd never seen you like this, so vulnerable and small, folding in on yourself as he led you to his couch.

You didn't say anything, taking a box from your hoodie pocket and shoving it into his chest as you buried your face in your hands with a groan and sniffle.

He looked down with a pinched brow and pursed lips, reading the advertisement on the box boasting “know 6 days sooner.”

“Are you sure?”

“I've taken 10 of those, all positive. I'm sorry.”

“Hey, honey, it's okay.” He rubbed your back as you started to sob again. “We'll figure it all out.”

Sure, it wasn't ideal for either of you and he was scared shitless. He would stand by whatever you decided to do but in that moment, a small smile lifted the edges of his lips at the thought of his own little Harrington running around.

After a few weeks of deliberating and talking over everything, you decide to keep the baby. Steve, of course, was over the moon at that point.

You'd grown close over those first few months of the pregnancy. He was there every step of the way; taking you to doctors appointments, buying and reading ALL the books he could get his hands on and stocking your kitchen full of groceries every week. (He wouldn't take no for an answer, though you told him numerous times you will take care of yourself.)

His spare room was quickly turned into a nursery. (Your apartment was a one bedroom, with only enough space for a bassinet until you find something bigger.)

Eddie helped with the crib. There were many curse words and a bruised thumb, while you watched from the hall, giggling at their arguments and over the top antics.

You butt heads the entire pregnancy, arguing over the perfect name and finally coming to an agreement once you meet her.

He absentmindedly suggested Nancy while running down a list of names in a baby book, not really noticing what he was reading at that point because you were shooting down every suggestion.

“Really Steve? Nancy?”

"Oh shit, no, I’m sorry! Nancy is a terrible name.” Your hormones had you going from angry to sad as you started to cry because Nancy is your friend, after all.

As you drew closer to your due date, he insisted you move into his place, at least until the baby arrived, telling you to take his bed and he would gladly take the couch. He wanted to make sure you were close when the inevitable happened to make sure he could drive you to the hospital.

After a few nights, you told him you felt silly taking his entire king sized bed while he slept, rather uncomfortably (even though he denies it) on his couch. It was big enough for the two of you.

He agreed, trying to keep his distance at first.

At some point during the night, the two of you found each other. He awoke with his chest pressed to your back, while his hand rested comfortably, splayed across your ever growing bump.

He eased out of bed each following day, to not wake you.

If you noticed the two of you tangled each morning you never said anything. (You absolutely knew but didn't want to make the situation uncomfortable.)

Your water broke a few weeks later while you were in said sleeping position, waking with a startled gasp as his bed was suddenly flooded. Shaking his arm, as he tried to bury his face further into your neck with a small whine, before you finally blurted out, “Steve! The baby is coming!”

From that point, it was a blur. He grabbed your bags, got you both loaded into his car and rushed to the hospital.

Roughly 12 hours later, after a very grueling labor and nearly crushing every bone in his hand, a healthy 7 pound 6 oz baby girl was born.

Adelyn (Addie) Mae Harrington

She had your eyes and already inherited his thick mane, a mixture of both your features graced her tiny little face.

You were both utterly and irrevocably in love. She had him wrapped around her tiny finger from the first second he laid eyes on her.

On your first night home, he went to make you dinner but once he'd finished he found you both fast asleep in the living room while the TV softly played in the background.

He smiled, looking down at you both, already too attached to the idea of both of his girls staying with him forever! ❤️

[stevesbipanic]

@steddiemas Day 22: Santa Shenanigans

Steve was going to kill Robin.

Well, not really because he doesn't think he'd survive more than a couple days without her. But he'd certainly be giving her the stink eye next shift for suggesting a secret Santa between the older ones of the party.

"We just rog it so that I get Vickie and she'll fall madly in love with me, it's a perfect plan Steve!"

To her credit it was an ok plan.

"Last week you spent an hour bemoaning the fact that she smiled at a boy."

"But yesterday she spent two hours studying with me in the library!"

Steve rolled his eyes at her shenanigans but agreed nonetheless. They drew names the next time they had all gone out for burgers at the diner. Steve tried not to make it obvious when he saw who his name was. Eddie.

Steve wasn't disappointed, no, far from it, he'd been hiding a crush on the older boy for a few months now, let's just say Eddie spent a lot of time by Steve's pool last summer. But now he felt the pressure to get him the perfect gift. The plan hadn't even worked for Robin.

"I got Argyle! Now how will I win her heart."

"Could always plant some mistletoe."

"You're a genius! Who'd you get."

"It's Secret Santa, Rob's, it's meant to be secret."

"Boo you're no fun, bet it's me."

It took Steve weeks to finish his gift for Eddie and Steve found himself hastily wrapping it the morning of their little Christmas party, grateful that Robin had thought of the plan well in advance otherwise he'd have never finished.

Steve greeted everyone and watched as they placed their secret Santa gifts under the tree. They ate, laughed and picked a Christmas movie to watch after presents. One by one they opened their gifts.

Nancy got Vickie some water colour paints.

Argyle got Jonathan rolls of fresh film.

Jonathan got Nancy some new notepads with larger covers.

Robin got Argyle a big bright tie dye shirt with Groovy printed on the front, he quickly put it over the sweater he was already wearing.

Vickie turned to Robin and Steve quickly saw her cheeks start to redden. She passed her the gift and Robin unwrapped a bag full of pins and badges.

"I've been collecting them for a few weeks for you from around town and around where I went to visit my grandma, thought your work vest needed some more fun ones."

Robin grinned widely at Vickie, the effort making a big impact on her. Steve knew he'd be hearing about it for weeks but he hoped the mistletoe in the kitchen sped things along.

Steve was about to give Eddie his gift when he realised that this meant Eddie also got him for Secret Santa. He turned to the metalhead to find him already shyly holding out a gift.

"It's not much but I hope you like it, Stevie."

Steve unwrapped the small package to find a collection of mixtapes inside, Eddie's handwriting clearly scribbled on the side.

"I started making a mixtape of songs that made me think of you but U ran out of room on the first one and might've gotten carried away," he said shyly scratching his neck.

Steve glanced over the names of the songs and it was clear that the majority of them certainly wouldn't remind someone of their dear platonic friend. Steve smiled softly at him and passed him his gift.

"I think I know what you mean."

Eddie slightly confused at the statement unwrapped the gift, his mouth forming a small o looking inside. He took out the book, a worn copy of The Hobbit that Steve had thrifted as soon as he knew Eddie was his secret Santa.

"Stevie, you know I've got this one, it's my favourite," he said slightly awkwardly.

"Look inside."

Eddie slowly opened the book to see small dribbles of ink between the words. The handwriting clearly Steve's. As he flicked through he saw Steve's thoughts spilling into almost every page.

"It's your favourite and you're always wanting me to read it so I did, I thought it'd be fun if you saw exactly what I thought of it."

Eddie's eyes caught on one of the words near the end, a small red shape next to them, yeah, he thinks he and Steve are on the same page, but he'd wait until the end, no spoilers early after all.

"I love it, Stevie, thank you."

As Steve sat curled up next to Eddie on the couch watching the film he too had the same thought, definitely on the same page.

Ao3

[hucklebucket]

[clueingforcooks]

Kitchen appreciation: Shadow Ranch.

[ash5monster01]

Ground Rules

Pairing: Angus Macgyver x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, minor angst, just two first time parents trying to figure it out

Summary: Much to your dismay your shared child seems to take after Mac and his curious ways. You had heard the stories about his unique childhood and if you didn’t get it under control soon, your daughter was bound to follow right in his foot steps.

word count: 1.5k

Masterlist

When you had first started dating Mac there had never really been any rules. It wasn’t until you moved in together you finally had to put some in place. You had tripped over one to many contraptions and been a little too close to some minor explosions that had you deciding on no experiments in the house. After a minor fight he finally agreed and Mac followed that rule to the best of his abilities and you appreciated him for it.

What you had never expected was having a kid just like him. You don’t know why it never crossed your mind that it was possible for your child to have Mac’s intelligence. To be honest you wished you would’ve and you could’ve prepared yourself for all that was to come with a curious mind desperate to learn. You had heard all those stories about Mac when he was a kid, blowing up football fields and smoking out labs, but none of it ever really felt real until now. They finally felt real because your daughter had now taken it upon herself to do science experiments anywhere she can.

You had left for only ten minutes. That was it. Ten peaceful minutes to go out and do some minor yard work. She was reading a Nancy Drew book on the couch when you left but when you had returned, the eight year old girl had covered the kitchen in what looked like some sort of green foam. It takes your mind only a second to go haywire, panic setting in, fear of chemicals, and misdirected anger at your husband.

“Jackie! What is going on?” you rush towards her, making quick work of pulling her away from the mess.

“Elephant toothpaste, I saw it on TV and Dad told me how to make it” you were sure smoke was steaming out of your ears by now. As proud as you were for how smart your daughter was, these actions could become hazardous.

“Honey, I need you to tell me what exactly is in elephant toothpaste?” you ask as calmly as you can, keeping your voice even as if to not scare her off.

“Hydrogen peroxide, yeast, dish soap, water, and food coloring for some fun!” she claps excitedly, eyeing that very mixture on the kitchen counter. Now calming over the harmless ingredients you look at where she has some foam now stuck in her curly blonde hair.

“All that made a huge mess in my kitchen?” you ask, reaching for a dish towel and wiping away as much as you can in her hair.

“Well I tripled the recipe for a bigger explosion” she says as if the sentence alone doesn’t make your heart stutter. Letting out a deep sigh you stand back up and start to guide her to the bathroom.

“You definitely are you father’s daughter” you mutter, hands squeezing her shoulders.

“You should’ve seen it Mom, it was huge!” she cheers excitedly as you start down the hallway.

“Let’s get you in the bath” you tell her and she just smiles wide, clearly content with what she had just accomplished and you now had to clean up.

Once filling the tub with warm water you help your daughter step out of her elephant toothpaste splattered dress and into the bath. Offering her a bath bomb she keeps her curious mind occupied as you step out and figure out how to prepare yourself for the cleaning you had ahead of you.

“What happened here?” you find your blonde husband with an amused smile on his face, eyes scanning the green foam.

“Someone decided to make elephant toothpaste, have any idea where she got that from?” you ask crossing your arms and Mac looks up to find you are not as amused as him in this situation.

“Shit baby I’m so sorry. I didn’t think she’d actually attempt it, much less inside the house” he says walking over to you and you sigh, trying your best to not place all the blame on him.

“It’s fine, I just have to figure out how to clean it now” you say, hands reaching up to push the hair out of your face. It had already been a long day and the last thing you needed was this.

“It’s okay, I got it. I’ve done elephant toothpaste a time or two” he says, hands reaching to squeeze each of your arms, and you offer a weak smile.

“She’s gonna be trouble, just like you” you say with an accusing finger and Mac smiles before pulling you close and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Maybe, but at least I know how to handle it. When I was blowing things up I never had anyone who understood me” Mac says and you give him a panicked look.

“I didn’t say anything about blowing things up” you tell him, head beginning to shake and Mac quickly stops you.

“I know but I happened to remove an entire football field once in my life. Maybe I can keep hers contained to a small park or something” he teases but you give him a stern look that says you’re not ready to joke about this just quite yet.

“How about no explosions and no more experiments in our home?” you say and Mac clearly mulls it over. You know he wants to cater to his daughter’s curious mind, provide her with every opportunity he could to learn, but could that be done at the expense of your kitchen?

“One explosion and experiments in the yard?” he counter offers and you sigh.

“No explosions and experiments small enough to not alert neighbors in the yard” you finalize and he nods with a grin.

“I can accept that” he says before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “Now where’s our little scientist, I want to applaud her”

“She’s taking a bath, you can say hi after you clean up this mess” you tell him, hands pressing against his chest and in the direction of the green foam.

“And what about you?” he asks, a small pout to his lips and you slowly press a kiss to them. The pout gone in seconds.

“I’m going to help her out of the bath and then we’re going to set some rules” you tell him and he nods, saluting you as you walk back to the bathroom to find Jackie hadn’t even washed her hair yet.

It’s only an hour later you finally have the small girl in fresh pajamas, damp hair combed, and sat between you and Mac on the couch. The Nancy Drew book from before is open on her lap and you finally give Mac a look to tell him it’s time to set some rules and create boundaries for her.

“Jackie honey?” you coo, fingers reaching to push away the book for a moment.

“Yeah Mom?” she says, half distracted and trying to chase the page as it moves away from her.

“We wanted to talk to you about your little experiment today” you tell her and Mac nodded, blue eyes finding his daughter’s matching ones.

“Yeah honey, just a quick chat” and at her father’s words she finally closes the book on her lap.

“We love that you enjoy learning new things. It’s amazing the things you already understand, but we need to set some rules” you tell her and a sad look flashes across her features in seconds.

“You made a big mess today, one that worried your Mom. So there can’t be anymore experiments in the house” Mac says and the girls is instantly defeated, a gasp leaving her mouth.

“But Dad, it was just elephant toothpaste. It wasn’t dangerous!” she whines and Mac shakes his head, staying firm and on your side.

“Yeah but your Mom didn’t know that. So there is going to be no more experiments in this house unless approved and supervised by one of us” he tells her and her lip instantly quivers as her arms cross over her chest.

“But you and Dad can do as many experiments in the yard as you want and he’s also agreed to bring you to his lab at work once a week to learn something new” you comfort the sad girl, arm wrapping around her.

“You promise?” she asks, hopeful eyes looking up at her Dad.

“Of course honey, pinky promise. We want you to grow and learn but science can be dangerous and it’s important we treat every experiment as that” he tells her and she nods even though you know she’s not entirely on board yet.

“Does that mean I have to tell you about the habitat I’m growing in my closet?” she whispers and you flash a worried look to Mac who is trying his best not to laugh.

“Well, why don’t we go find out” he says, standing and lifting the girl to dangle over his shoulder. The giggles and squeals she lets out are a stark contrast to the somber mood she was just in and you can’t help but smile as you watch them disappear down the hallway.

“Is that a toad?!” you hear Mac’s voice bellow down the hallway and you are quick to stand to your feet and rush down the hallway.

“Oh hell no”

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[flythesail]

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[storiesbyrhi]

Witch!Reader x Bat/Vampire!Eddie Munson Series Masterlist The Grimoire The Timeline

Warnings: canon typical violence, horror genre typical violence/some infrequent gore, swearing, animal death, no beta, death in childbirth (mentioned, not described), abusive parents, suicide, spiders/bugs, grief/mourning; light smut; warnings updated each chapter.

Synopsis: No witch has stepped foot in Hawkins since 1845, but when Vecna opens the ground and poisons the town, a voice begins to call to you. Have you been brought back to this cursed place to heal the townspeople’s wounds, to save a hexed bat that always finds its way to you, or to redefine your history with a reunion 150 years in the making?

Chapter Summary: Life goes on. 2994 words.

1986

The calendar looked the same as it had five minutes ago. Yet, you found yourself back in front of it, staring at it silently. If Eddie was home, you would have pretended you were at least there to get something from the fridge the calendar was stuck to. But you were alone to space out and look at the numbers and lines as if they meant something different.

A knock at the trailer door eventually pulled you away from the month of October.

“Oh. Hi!” The boy looked shocked to see you.

“Hi, Dustin…”

“Sorry. Hi. Um. Hi,”

“Hi,”

“Hi. So… How are you? How have you been?”

You looked him up and down. He was as you remembered him, though less sad, but not entirely happy yet either. You stepped aside. “You wanna come in?”

Dustin looked around Forest Hills with hesitation. Neighbours were out enjoying the cooling breeze. The heat of August was gone, September had just finished ushering in just a taste of what October would offer.

“Lots of witnesses seeing you come in. You’re safe,” you told him.

The kid looked back up at you. “Is the…”

You knew what he was asking, but instead of putting him out of his misery, you just raised an eyebrow.

“The vampire. That’s what he is, right? Nancy and Robin told me-”

“He’s not here,”

“Oh. He’s out? But it’s daytime?”

“Yeah. I can turn him into a bat. He’s immune to all that when he’s the bat,”

“Is that a good idea?”

“Are you a vampire expert now?”

“I mean… I am an expert in a lot of the, you know, monster type situations that happen here,” Dustin countered, putting his hands on his hips.

“So I hear. Come on. What do you need?”

Dustin followed you inside the trailer. “I, ah, love what you’ve done with the place,” he quipped as he drew a smiley face in a pile of dirt on the kitchen bench, then picked the leaf next to it up, spinning it between his fingers.

“Don’t touch that!” you squealed too late, grabbing Dustin’s hand and healing him before the Dendrocnide moroides had a chance to take effect.

Dustin’s eyes were wide, the panic sweeping across his face. “What was that?! Am I gonna die?!”

Letting him go, you examined his hand. “No. You just would have been in a lot of pain,”

“Like poison ivy?”

“No, like an excruciating pain that feels like being burned with acid. And it can linger for months. Flare up after years,”

“And you have it just laying around?”

“Well, Dustin, it has no effect on me or Eddie. And I don’t get a lot of visitors.”

He nodded sheepishly. “Sorry… Sorry. I didn’t mean to- I’ll… keep my hands to myself,”

“For the best. But the couch is safe. Sit.”

Dustin sat, picked up a throw pillow and hugged it to himself. He said nothing and avoided eye contact.

“Can I make you a cup of tea?” You added, “Not magic tea,” before he could ask.

He nodded.

You brewed chamomile and honey, took a mug of it to Dustin, and sat next to him with your own. “So, put my mind at ease; no new monsters for me to worry about?”

“No. Nope. Hawkins is… safe,”

“You don’t sound convinced.”

Dustin laughed out a strange cackling sound.

“…Dustin?”

“Sorry. No. No more monsters. Nancy and the others keep telling me it’s done. Finished. Even El says so…”

“But you don’t believe them?” you asked gently.

“I want to. I want to be happy that everything is going back to normal. But…”

“You’re scared. I get it. I really do. I know what it’s like to have the war end and be left to… you know, live. It’s hard. But he’s gone, Dustin. Whatever he was. There’s nothing left here of him. The gates are closed. There’s no way between there and here,”

“But what if there’s someone else? What if there is another way? Not now. But one day. What if we all grow up and have kids and they have to do this all over again?”

Dustin’s hands had begun to shake. You placed the mugs of tea on the coffee table and took his hands in yours.

“If we get stuck mapping out all of the ‘what ifs,’ we never get to move forward. And there are no guarantees. We don’t know if Hawkins gets to be safe forever. We can watch over it. We can hope. But other than that… We just have to figure out how to be okay.”

The boy nodded, tears rolling down his face. You pulled him into a hug.

“I miss them. I miss Steve,” he cried.

“I know. The grief never goes away. It becomes easier to carry though,”

“Can you make it go away?”

Clenching your jaw, you shook your head. “It’s better to remember. You don’t want to forget what love felt like. You don’t want to forget them. If this grief is the price, we have to pay it.”

You held him until he could take a shaky but mostly controlled breath.

“Do you… Do you know if you’re staying in Hawkins?” Dustin asked.

“Ah, yeah actually. Something about being here feels right,”

“If something happens then…”

“I’ll be here. For you and your kids,”

“Are you like, really old?”

You laughed. “Yes. I am. And, I have some other really old friends coming soon too. There’ll be a few of us to keep watch,”

“More witches? Or vampires?”

“Witches. Eddie is the last of his kind.”

Dustin nodded, considering the information. He wiped his face on his sleeve and picked up his mug. He liked the tea; you could tell.

“You can always come here, Dustin. Maybe not literally here here. But to me,”

“Where are you going?”

“Well, can’t have a coven of witches sharing a trailer, can I?”

Dustin smiled wide, toothy, and happy. “A coven?!”

“Yep. My very own,”

“They can come too,”

“Come where?” you asked.

“That’s why I came, actually. But being here reminded me of… Steve…” Dustin fished a piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to you.

When you unfolded it, a black cat with bright green eyes greeted you. It was carving a jack-o-lantern. “Black cats can’t wait to meet you… Golden pumpkins agleam… Owls and bats guide you… To our party Halloween,” you read. A place, time, and date were listed.

“Will and his family are throwing it,” Dustin told you.

“To be honest, I’m surprised all your families decided to stay. Long ago, when my kind fought an enemy here, we left once it was done." 

Dustin shrugged. “Most people don’t know what really happened. Government handed out some pretty big cheques,”

“Most towns are built on graveyards, I guess,”

“Well, on that cheery note…” Dustin stood.

“You’re okay?”

He nodded. “Yeah. I guess… You should come to the party. And your… friends, if they’re here,”

“What about Eddie?” you asked, almost just for fun.

Dustin walked down the trailer’s steps, looking back at you. “He’s one of the good guys, right?”

It could have been a coincidence, but it was far more likely to be Eddie’s sense of drama. He came swooping by Dustin and you, landing on the coffee table between the mugs of chamomile and honey. You rolled your eyes.

“Is that…?”

“Yes. King of theatre himself.”

Dustin looked at the bat. “Um. Hi. You can come… to the party… but maybe… not like that.”

Eddie chittered and you knew the demand. You cast him back.

“Jesus, man!” Dustin screeched, shielding his eyes. “A little warning!”

You and Eddie both smiled stupidly at each other.

“I think that’s a crime! Public indecency!” Dustin continued as Eddie casually strolled naked to the bedroom, avoiding the burst of sunlight from the open door.

“He’s in his own home,” you shrugged.

“Fine! Child endangerment!”

“Yeah, he’s got you there,” you said over your shoulder.

“I’m going now,”

“Bye, Dustin,” you farewelled.

“Goodbye, Dustin! Nice to meet you, Dustin!” Eddie yelled.

Dustin was on his bike and on his way out of Forest Hills before you even closed the door.

“To our party Halloween,” Eddie read, picking up the invitation. “Well, that’s cute,”

“It is. They’re resilient, aren’t they?”

“All humans or specifically yours?”

“All of them, I guess, but these ones in particular. They just keep going,”

“They do… Will you be attending this celebration of All Hallows Eve?” he asked, letting his voice dip into a Vincent Price impersonation.

“I don’t know. Halloween is so far away. I have so much to do before then,”

“Speaking of, I scouted the whole area out near the forest gate. Not a house or paved road in sight,”

“Yeah? Cool. It might work then…”

…

It would have been a harder task if Hawkins had not recently had major groundworks and construction happening.

“We had to map out everything from here to bloody Fort Wayne!” the woman at New City Hall, Nell, had said. “So, you came at the right time. Now, which part did you want to know about?”

“Over here,” you pointed to a map Nell rolled out. “Near this forest, then out beyond that,”

“Oh, jeez, honey. You don’t want to be heading out there. Nothing good out there,”

“What do you mean?”

Nell sighed. “Well, Merrill Wright was all set to buy some of the land. Expand his pumpkin patch and whatnot. But after all that hullabaloo with the poisoning, then the earthquake… Don’t think he’s thinking on expanding. Take a lot of work to make that land good again… But… Looks as though you’ll be wanting to talk to the Klines…” The way her sentence tapered off suggested talking to the Klines was going to be a difficult task.

“They own all of this? One family?”

“Klines have been in Hawkins as long as Hawkins has existed. Guess they just… claimed it at some point.”

You couldn’t recall any Klines from before, when Hawkins was referred to as ‘the flatlands.’ Rightfully, the land belonged to the Native American peoples, those that coexisted with the land before British and French rule. How the Klines came to own the land was probably another lesson in displacement and colonisation.

“Where can I find them? The Klines?”

“Ah, well, Larry Kline is…” Nell covered her mouth and whispered the next part – “…in the slammer.”

You nodded and tried to look scandalised.

“He had some shady dealings with some… Let’s just say… unsavoury characters. Some bad comrades, if you catch my drift,”

“No!” you hissed, as outraged as Nell expected you to be.

“I know! Poor Winnie… When it all came out, she found out he was cheatin’ on her too. With his secretary no less! She moved right after. Not sure what happened with the land… Probably still sitting in Larry’s name… Maybe the government took it when he was locked up?”

Following Nell’s directions, you drove across town to a law firm that had once represented Larry Kline. They confirmed that all the land his family once appropriated now was property of the U.S. Government.

“And that’s a good thing?” Eddie questioned when you returned home and filled him in on the findings.

“It's... good and bad. Either they won’t sell it privately, and we just use some stronger wards and protections for now. Or, they do sell it to us and we can return ownership to the Native Americans and ask permission to base our coven there,”

“Can’t you just… make them… sell it to you?”

“I mean…”

Eddie knew what the debate in your head was. “A good witch wouldn’t make them,”

“Probably not, no… But, I don’t know if I am a good witch anymore, right?”

“Right. You’re better. You don’t tie yourself to archaic notions of a moral right and wrong,”

“Sure… I’ll think about it. They might do the right thing themselves,”

“They? The government? Of the United States of America? Have you fallen ill?” He pressed his palm to your forehead. “Are these visions from another dimension plaguing you?”

You laughed and pushed him away. “The drama never ends,”

“I prefer the term showmanship. The showmanship never ends,”

“Okay, showman, well let’s get the cards out and see what they say about magically forcing land back, yeah?” An hour later you were laughing at Six of Pentacles and The Chariot. “Can’t get any clearer than that!”

…

The room you were led into was sterile but still had a thick air of toxic masculinity. A family photo of the man, his wife, and children was up high on a bookcase. Dusty and never looked at. A crystal decanter half-filled with bourbon sat on the corner of his desk. No artwork on the walls. A pen with a picture of a pin-up girl wrapped around it, when the cam was clicked, her naked form appeared. He said it was embarrassing, claimed was a gag gift from the 1985 office Kris Kringle, yet never got rid of it.

“We received your proposal. That’s a lot of land you’re looking to buy.”

Resisting the urge to say ‘I know,’ you smiled and nodded.

“What’s a girl like you want to do with all that land?”

What, exactly, is a girl like me like? 

“The land is relatively untouched at the moment. There are neighbouring farms and a few private roads, but it is mostly just woodland and open plains. Hawkins has seen a lot of devastation over the past couple of decades. We would like to see the land taken care of. You know, returned to its rightful owners. Any deforestation or development staved off.”

You knew it was risky mentioning the ‘rightful owners’ of the land but you wanted this man, in all his white-collar sweatiness, to have a chance to do the right thing.

“Hmm… And the ‘we’ is you and your…”

“Collective. We are kind of like a non-profit. A charity. We all have other jobs, but dedicate our free time and resources to helping people and the environment,” you answered, reciting the proposal that he very evidently did not read.

“How does a group of…” He flicked through the pages. “…women. A group of women raise enough cash to make this kind of offer?”

“Campaigning… Bake sales. That kind of thing.” You shrugged and batted your eyelashes. It was a stupid and obvious lie but it fit into the man’s preconceived idea of the economics of women, so he brought it.

“Still… We’re more in the business of innovation. Indiana needs to keep up with the East and West coasts, you see. And, we like to see our proposals a lot more financially sound. There’s no clear way for you to make the repayments,”

“You’re not a business though,”

“Sorry?”

“You’re not a business,” you repeated. “You’re the government. Specifically, the part of the government that is meant to do the right thing for the people and the land, by deciding what happens to the land. Your objective isn’t to make money,”

“Right, but-”

“And, as far as you are concerned, the proposal is financially sound. The money to buy the land is there. What we have free and clear, then the rest in loans not owed to you. So… you’re paid. The hypothetical debt we get into and the repayments don’t concern you at all. That just seems like an excuse to not approval the proposal,”

“Miss-”

“No. Absolutely not,” you interrupted again.

“Miss, I’m going to have-”

From the moment you sat down, your hand had been in your pocket ready for the moment. You curled your fingers to your palm, collecting the dust. “Actually, I’m going to have to do this,” and you blew it in his face. The man froze in place. He couldn’t even blink.

“Okay, you can come out.”

You opened the lid of the backpack carefully sat at your feet. Eddie crawled out and looked around. He flew up and perched on the man’s desk.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to kill you with a bat attack or anything,” you told the man. “He’s just here to watch… And don’t worry about not being able to move. I’ll fix that before I go. We just have some business to attend to first,” you said with a grin that would haunt the man for the rest of his life.

It wasn’t dark magic. It was… morally grey magic used for the greater good.

The man felt compelled, entirely committed, obsessively in support of your proposal. He felt like if he didn’t hand over the land at an insanely reduced price he might die. He would die. Everyone could die.

When you freed his body from your hold, tears rolling down the man’s face from lack of blinking, he coughed hard. He looked at Eddie with a frown.

“Who’s this?” he asked.

“Who’s who?” you replied.

“The…” but your face told him that you couldn’t see Eddie… Maybe he was going crazy. It was the cursed Hawkins land. He had to get rid of it. To you. Yes. Yes, perfect. Sell it off cheap. Get rid of it. And to a charity? Well, everyone would think he’s a hero! A true American hero! Maybe he’d even get a bonus. Yes. Sell it. Sell it. Sell it. “I think I can make you an offer…”

On the drive home, you pushed The Head on the Door tape into the deck and sang along with Robert Smith loudly. When the sun set and Eddie swooped through the open window, you turned him back and laughed when he refused to put on pants.

“Out of curiosity, little witch, would that freezing spell work on… say… you… or me?”

You looked over at him and his sly grin. “Is your mind in the gutter again?”

“It’s always got a foot there. Care to join me?”

End Note: Click here to see the inspo for the Halloween party invitations.

Also, I forgot to say this last time: the reason that Mel, the music journalist coven member, is haunted by Steve is because my IRL bestie @kookygranger (who the character is based on) reblogged a chapter and added her own little blurb to it. Kind of like fanfic of my fanfic hehe. You can read that reblog here. She has now expanded it to be its own entire fic (read here). It deviates from what my characters are doing, so it’s pretty much a Burning Yarrow AU. Obsessed.

As always, I hope you are all well and I'd love to hear your thoughts and feelings. xo Rhi

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[jazy3]

ST5 Casting News

So in addition to Linda Hamilton joining the cast for Season 5 it looks like we've got some other new faces! In the Behind the Scenes teaser trailer and the Season 5 Tudum article that was recently published we got some new information about who will be joining the cast this season!

First up, we've got Nell Fisher who has been cast to play an older Holly Wheeler! And based on the trailer it looks like Vecna might be targeting her this season. In it we've got footage of Holly in her bedroom with the lights flickering on and off. You can see that the wallpaper matches the previous BTS pic we got in March of an Alf poster and a copy of Peter Pan and Nancy Drew: The Secret of the Old Clock and some other books in a holder. We now know that this is from Holly’s desk in her bedroom.

This feels so validating because I called it back in March that the photo was of Holly's bedroom! A lot of people thought it was Erica's but to me the vibe didn't match. I love Holly's taste in books too! I'm a big Nancy Drew fan and Secret of the Old Clock is one of my favourites! Seeing it is a nice callback to Season 3 when the newspaper guys kept mocking Nancy by calling her Nancy Drew and suggests that the sisters might be more alike than we thought.

In this new clip, we can see Holly’s Lite-Brite, a music stand, and shelves full of board games and stuffed animals. Which means Holly likely plays an instrument of some kind and I'm curious to find out what that is! Next we have a scene of her standing in the kitchen panicking and looking at something off camera while the lights flicker. This could be Vecna or a demogorgon coming through the wall or something could be happening to Karen. Either way this is going to be a rough season for Holly!

I had theorized after Season 4 came out that Holly might play a bigger role this season and I'm glad to see they're doing more with her character. I think this plot could be really interesting because she seems to notice things her parents and siblings don't. We know Holly saw the lights flicker in Season 1 and moved towards them when Will tried to communicate with her. And in Season 3 she noticed the trees moving in a weird way when she was on the farris wheel with her parents. Then in Season 4 we saw Holly was playing with her Lite-Brite in the living room while the Erica, Dustin, and Lucas discussed the mindflayer and watergate in the kitchen.

So we know she's observant and may have knowledge about what's really going on that she's not sharing. I feel like Mike, Nancy, and Karen are going to be so surprised to find out that she's known the whole time that weird stuff has been going, but I feel like Will and the others won't be surprised at all! Next up we've got Jake Connelly whose been cast as an unnamed friend of Erica’s. In the trailer we get footage of Priah Ferguson and Jake Connelly in costume at a barn.

Which makes me wonder if the G.I. Joe lunchbox and Transformers blanket we got photos of back in May belong to him? And if the 80’s Bedroom we got photos of with the computer, board games, stuffed animals, and ET game are from his room? That would make more sense than some of the other theories I've seen so far as the items seem too young to belong to any of the Party members, but too old to belong to Holly.

To be honest, I'm not sure why a new friend of Erica’s that we’ve never heard of is getting screen time when they could be giving Will a love interest or focusing on the characters they already have. I'm not sure why they expect us to care about a character we've never heard of when there are so many other characters who deserve screen time and love interests and to make new friends.

Speaking of love interestes where is Vickie in this trailer? We know she was filming at the hospital with Robin in either episode 1 or 2 and we know she's a part of the main cast so I feel like she should be here. The only thing I can think of is that whatever she's filmed so far is really spoilery so they can't show it to us yet.

Lastly we've got Alex Breaux whose been cast as an unnamed military character. In the trailer he’s seen in a black jacket holding a rifle with a scope on it and he's bathed in red light that's coming from somewhere else in the room. We previously got a BTS pic in February of a crew member in a room with similar lighting next to a lab coat so it's possible he’s at the lab here. To be honest, I'm not sure why they expect us to care about this character when all the military personnel we’ve seen in seasons 3 and 4 have been utterly stupid and ridiculous.

Like getting me to care about Erica's new friend and this guy is going to be a tough sell! Introducing Argyle as a character took a lot of screen time and dialogue away from Jonathan, Mike, and Will in Season 4 in what should have been their storyline and their time to shine. So I'm a bit concerned that these two new characters are going to do the same thing and take away more screen time from the existing cast of characters we already have.

Since we know there's going to be a large military presence in Hawkins this season I'm wondering if maybe this guy is going to be our heroes' inside man the way that Owens was in past seasons? I'm also not sure how old this actor is so it's also possible he could be a love interest for Karen or another character on the show. I'm still holding out hope that they're going to introduce a new love interest for Will this season and that he's going to get his happy ending! Cause the boy has been through it!

Tudum Article: https://www.netflix.com/tudum/articles/the-title-of-stranger-things-season-5-episode-1-revealed

BTS Teaser Trailer: https://youtu.be/vEhYTJpC2No?si=la95B7BwxWgav4Dq

ST5 BTS Teaser Trailer Thoughts Parts 1 - 4: https://www.tumblr.com/jazy3/758215736865013760/st5-bts-teaser-trailer-thoughts-part-4?source=share

[xoxo-sarah]

I Wanna Be Yours || Part 13

Part 12 | part 14

↝a/n: You guys can hate Jessica all you want, but she has my heart. Just because she has her moments (especially this chapter) doesn't mean anything... I support women's rights and wrongs. (Kinda joking) Also, three updates back to back is a new record for me. Bro Nancy verbally beats reader up ngl.

↝pairing: Robin Buckley x fem!Wheeler!reader

↝ Warning: not proofread, possible spoilers, cannon events, angst, fluff???, mean Nancy, kissing, reader having self doubt? And blaming herself for everything possible??, Chrissy mentioned, weird old man makes a cameo, harassment?? Idk, Jessica makes a cameo, not proofread

↝⎙ 8.1.24

This might be the first time you’ve ever stolen an RV from a trailer park. There’s a first for everything, you suppose.

“Fire and Rain” by James Taylor played over the radio.

Steve drove the vehicle/small house, trying to navigate to the War Zone store Eddie has suggested.

The rest of the kids sat in the middle of the RV, opposite of the joined kitchen area. You, Robin, and Dustin sat in the back, sprawled across the couch.

Robin sat up, smacking Dustin on the arm. Cursing, he looked up, confused.

“Get lost.” She pointed toward Eddie.

Rolling his eyes, he reluctantly got up, flopping beside Eddie.

Robin turned her body to you, watching as you picked at your nail beds. A terrible habit you’ve had since you were a child. She cleared her throat, stopping your movement and catching your eye as you looked up. “You okay?” Without missing a beat, you nodded. She knew better. “What happened with Nance-” She tried to reassure you, but you didn’t let her finish.

“Robin,” You sighed, knowing exactly where she was going.

“You shouldn't beat yourself up about it.” She continued, “If you were to ask me about Steve’s favorite song, I’d be blank. And I’m constantly around him.”

“It’s different. She’s my sister.”

“And she’s never told you her favorite song-”

“I never asked.”

She sat in silence for a moment, racking her brain around what to say to make you feel better. “Well, what’s yours?”

“What?”

“Your favorite song-what is it?”

Looking into her eyes, you knew. She wasn’t asking just to get to know you. She knew. You knew that she knew. After a moment of staring into her eyes, you shifted in your seat, reaching into your pocket. Fiddling with the cassette you had stolen from Max's trailer, you couldn't bring yourself to look into her eyes this time around.

“Don’t tell them, please.” You whispered, looking at where Steve and Nancy were in deep conversation at the front.

“How long? The symptoms, I mean.” She bit her lip, bringing her leg under herself to sit on it, turning her body even more toward you.

There wasn’t any sense in lying to her.

“A few days. The nightmares started before-before Chrissy.”

Robin nodded, deep in thought.

“Has he…” She didn’t know how to ask the question. But a newfound hatred bubbled in her stomach

Along with a new fear.

“No. I saw the clock for a split second, but that was it.”

“Time’s up!” Vecna’s voice rang in your head.

“Maybe he’s just using you, like he did Nance.” She offered, but you only shook your head. “No, Robin. It’s different. Nance blames herself for Barb. It’s not only Chrissy that’s bothering me.”

“What is it?”

‘You.’

“There’s just things that I haven't told anybody.”

“You can tell me.” She brought her hand forward, a warmth forming in your stomach as her thumb drew comforting shapes on your arm.

You almost spilled every secret then and there. Her touch was so soft, so warm. Her eyes were so pretty, lips so pink and soft looking. Maybe you stared at her lips too long because they parted, a deep, surprised inhale making you look away, cheeks ablaze. You two sat in silence, until Steve pulled into the parking lot, parking on the side to hide the stolen vehicle with a wanted man hiding in it.

Standing up, you made your way to the front, catching the last bit of Nancy and Steve’s conversation, hearing your name.

“What?”

Steve looked up at you, unbuckling his seatbelt.

Nancy simply scoffed, “We don’t have to tell you everything.” The venom was back in her voice. You weren’t aware of why. She rolled her eyes, standing from her seat.

“I was just asking ‘cause I thought I heard my name.”

“We were just thinking-” Steve tried, his voice lacking the venom that Nancy had.

“You should go home. See how Mom and Dad are doing.”

Steve threw his hands up, giving up trying to help the situation.

“Nancy, we’ve been over this. Plus, it will only make everything worse, since Dustin and the kids ran away. They'll just bombard me with questions.”

“Exactly, you can keep them distracted.”

“But I want to help you guys-”

“Like you did in the Upside Down?”

Your mouth shut, eyes shifting between her own, seeing the hatred. You had tried wrapping your brain around what you had done to her for her to hate you. Nancy Wheeler, always the one to be in charge. Give orders. Make you feel less than, even if she didn’t realize it. How were you supposed to know her favorite song? It's not like she knew yours.

Feeling a stinging sensation behind your eyes, you quickly turned, jumping out of the RV, going into the store.

Swinging the door open, the stale, cold air hits your face. You could imagine this being a hunter’s heaven. Knives, camping tents and gear, guns, survival supplies, and clothes. You weren’t sure what you needed exactly. Something to make a weapon to kill or at least hurt Vecna with. But you walked further into the store, seeing metal cans of kerosene and other flammable things, mostly used to light a fire in the wild. Walking past aisles of weapons like axes, chainsaws, a taxidermy moose, knives, more metal cans, gas, fishing supplies, and hunting supplies.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doin’ in here alone?” A gravelly voice spoke behind you. Turning around, you watched as a middle-aged man smiled, yellow, rotten teeth showing. 25 years worth of smokers lung evident in the shake of his voice.

Before you could vocalize your disgust, a silky voice spoke, “She’s with me.”

A hand touched your arm, a familiar feeling. Newly painted nails glittered in the high fluorescent, Finally, you caught the pair of green eyes.

The guy scoffed, pushing his cart away, probably in search to harass another young girl.

With her confidence, Jessica could make anyone recoil in their seat, rethinking their life decisions. She could always belittle any man who wanted to be a creep. “I Didn’t think this was your scene.”

You glanced down at her outfit, quirking a brow. “Didn’t think it was yours either.” she smiled at that, pushing her hair out of her face.

“I heard about Chrissy.” Her smile was gone, face laced with sympathy. “I’m sorry for your loss. I know how close you guys were.”

“Yeah,” you swallowed hard, glancing at the concrete floor, “Trying to keep myself busy and not think about it.”

“You know that’s not going to end well.”

That was a low blow, and she knew it.

“Y/n-” Steve and Robin swerved the cart into the aisle, freezing when they saw how close the two of you were standing. Jessica looked between you and Robin, before taking a step back. She gave you a sad smile, “When you’re not so scared of admitting who you are, you know where I live.” She said it loud enough for Robin and Steve to hear, leaving you there to deal with their quizzical stare. You were frozen as Jessica strutted away.

“Jason and his goons are here.” Steve broke the silence.

You grabbed the nearest thing that would be of use in fighting Vecna, threw it in the cart, and walked away from the awkward moment.

Steve yanked the door of the RV open, everyone rushing in.

“What happened?” Lucas jumped from his chair, startled.

“We gotta go.” Steve threw Eddie’s jacket back at him, now wearing one he bought in the store, immediately sitting in the driver’s seat.

“Your old friends are here.” Erica rushed in, sitting beside Lucas.

Everyone else packed in, sitting down as Steve started the vehicle, rushing out of the parking lot.

Overstimulated wasn’t the word to describe you right now.

Since getting on the main road, you had all settled back in your original seats. It was silent for a while, no one knowing what to say after everything. Once someone broke the silence, Robin found the perfect time to start talking to you again. “Who, uh, who was that?”

“An old friend.”

“Seemed like more than a friend. Did you-were you two…” She didn’t know how to phrase it. Was it rude to ask? Was it crossing a line? Curiosity killed the cat.

“Yeah,” You finally said, avoiding her eyes. “We were…a thing. I guess.”

“Oh.”

Oh?

Your stomach turned. If you were going to die, you didn’t see any point in keeping secrets anymore. Why spend your last days lying to others and yourself?

It still didn’t change the fact that you were scared of her reaction. What if she considered you to be a gross person simply because of your sexuality?

Chrissy had told you time and time again that Robin wouldn’t be one to judge you. Maybe she saw something you didn't. You hoped she was right.

You were a shell of your old self. Robin noticed it. Nancy noticed it, but opted to focus on the issue at hand: Vecna.

When Chrissy died, a part of you went along with her.

You had moments where the agony wasn't clawing its way up your back, up your neck, causing your throat to hurt as to not sob your heart out. Teasing the boys always put a small smile on your face. It never reached your eyes, Robin had taken note of. The smile that she once found contagious was nowhere in sight. She wanted you to smile again, to laugh, go find joy in the world. Who knows if there will even be a world to find joy in by the time Vecna take his next victim.

Steve parked the RV in a grassy area, away from town. Everyone jumped out of the RV, going to different places in the grass, enough room around each. Thankfully so, as Dustin and Eddie began jumping around with their hand-made weapon of choice.

“Mom is probably worried sick.”

That was the first of the many crude comments Nancy had targeted towards you in the last 35 minutes.

“I'm sure she'll be fine.”

“You shouldn't be here.” You didn't appreciate the snip of her tone, as if talking to you was a waste of breath.

“I'm here to help.” Your voice was calm, almost like you were talking to a wild animal that could pounce any second. But she wasn't an animal, she was your sister. You shouldn't have to be hesitant to talk to her.

“You shouldn't be.”

“Why not?”

She turned quickly, a look in her eyes you couldn't decipher, “Your best friend is dead. She died, and you have not shed a single tear. You don't care enough to help.” Robin's mouth formed a straight line, knowing that wasn't true. She had heard you try to silent your sobs as everyone slept. She knew you didn't sleep at all, guilt eating you alive, no matter how much she tried to reassure you.

Hell, she could tell neither of the Wheeler women had slept, with the evident dark circles under your eyes matched.

Your voice was barely heard, barely even a whisper as you began talking, eyes staring into your sister's, which were full to the brim with anger. “Chrissy,” you looked away from her, staring up at a cloud in the sky, feeling the sting behind your eyes. “Chrissy died a cruel death. The thought that I might have been able to stop it haunts me.” Your eyes met hers again. “You'd surely know the feeling.”

Although your voice was soft, your words weren't. It was as if the wound of losing Barb was reopened and gushing.

“GO HOME!” Nancy stood, huffing, after she had just yelled at the top of her lungs. All eyes were on her as you stood, mouth agape.

She pointed to the RV, “Get your stuff and leave.”

“Nance-” Steve stepped forward, trying to level with her. But she wasn't having it. She turned, stalking off towards where Max stood.

You didn't waste any time, walking the opposite of her, straight into the tiny RV door.

Steve followed Nancy as Robin followed you.

When she entered through the door, you were packing up the bit of clothes and other things you bought at the War Zone store, stuffing everything harshly into the plastic bags.

She walked over to the bag, starting to take everything back out, putting it where it was before.

“What are you doing?” You had stopped putting the stuff that she took out back in, clearly aggravated.

“You can't leave.” She's right, you couldn't leave. Max needed you. Even if Nancy didn't want you to be here.

“I just need fresh air.” You sighed, running your fingers through your hair.

Robin's hands moved to hover over your shoulder. You feared, if she had actually made contact with your skin, you'd disappear right there. “We can walk outside for a minute. Together.”

Oh, goodness' sake.

“You're too nice.” You smiled. Like, actually smiled for the first in what felt like years.

“Only to you.” She returned your smile. It was the first time she'd seen you actually smile in a couple of days. She'd do anything to keep it on your beautiful face.

“I don't know what is going on with Nance.” You whispered, as if Nancy would hear and begin yelling at you again. You sounded exhausted.

“She's just stressed.”

“Yeah, well, we all are.” You tried to be understanding after what had happened with Nancy and Vecna, but you could only take so much. You weren't a punching bag.

She didn't respond, nodding instead. Her eyes slowly trailed your whole face. You were beyond tired.

There were a few moments of pure silence as you two just watched the other. The difference specks in her eyes danced around her iris. Her eyes were so beautiful.

She watched your lips as you began talking again, “she's just so annoyed over every little thing these da-”

Her lips were on yours. They were so soft. So soft. Robin could taste the strawberry chapstick that was only slightly there. It all felt so real.

She jerked back, eyes blown wide.

“Oh my God. I didn't mean to kiss- I mean, I guess I did. But I shouldn't have just went in like that. You were talking-but you're so beautiful and your lips just looked so-”

Her mouth closed as you turned her head towards you with the tips of your fingers. You were almost too scared to touch her any other way that wasn't this gentle. She stared into your eyes, searching for anything-any giveaway that the kiss was a mistake.

“You're beautiful.” You whispered. Her ears reddened as she recalled what it was that she actually said. Truthfully, she hadn't focused or thought about the words coming out of her mouth. You smiled, “Can you kiss me again? Maybe don't pull away this time.”

This was actually happening. The girl you had fancied for so long actually kissed you.

Her eyes crinkled as she bashfully smiled, glancing down at your playful grin. She slowly leaned back into you. Her hands went up to the sides of your face, fingers skimming back and forth on your cheeks. She smiled, noses brushing, before her lips connected to yours.

After a few seconds, she began mumbling through the kiss, not wanting to fully move away to talk clearly. A word or two between each kiss. “I regret” kiss “not” kiss “kissing you” kiss “sooner.” She felt you smile against her lips. Everything felt real again.

Maybe it wasn't the feeling of it being real, but the feeling of the real world not feeling real. The world outside of kissing you was falling apart. She'd much rather have her lips on you. Hopefully, you did too.

“Listen, Y/n-”

You rushed to get away from each other, turning to where the voice came from.

Steve stood, grinning from ear to ear. He turned, calling out before he shut the door. “Finally!”

You chewed on your bottom lip, sitting in awkward silence until Robin broke it, “I owe him twenty bucks.” She sighed, turning back to you.

You plopped in one of the chairs at the tiny dining table, scrubbing at your face with your palm.

She followed your movement, sitting across from you. “What is it?”

Her stomach twisted, her mind racing. Did you regret it? Was the kiss bad?

“Terrible timing.”

“Oh.”

She stared at you, then at your fingernails. The skin around was red and raw, a tale tells sigh that you were anxious. “I think it's going to be fine-”

“Robin, be realistic.”

Her mouth shut in a thin line, not knowing what else to say. It was silent again. It wasn't uncomfortable this time around. The weight was off your chest and it felt amazing. Reaching across the wooden table, she caressed your hand, feeling it relax.

“We're going to try to kill this Vecna creep. And you're not gonna have to worry about him or the headaches or the nightmares,” she trailed off, licking her lips. “ We do need to be safe though."

Letting go of your hand, she reached into the plastic bag, pulling out the Walkman she had found in one of the TV's drawers. You watched as she popped in the cassette you showed her earlier, and handed it to you. “Try to sleep.” She stood, patting your arm before walking towards the door of the RV.

“Chrissy,” Robin turned, watching as you tried to recover from your voice breaking. “She tried to get me to talk to you-tell you how I felt. She never judged me or pushed me to tell you.” Maybe you were trauma dumping, but it was all piling up. You couldn't go another second of holding it all in.

She knew a fraction of what that felt like. Seeing Steve getting strangled by the demobats, it wasn't a nice feeling. She couldn't imagine what actually losing him would be like.

“I just let her go. I let her fight whatever it was alone, I let her deal with her parents alone.”

“You didn't know. You can't fix something you didn't know needed fixing.”

“She showed signs-”

“She tried not to. It's not your fault, y/n.”

“I should've-”

“No.” She walked back over, crouching in front of you," You're not at fault here. Stop thinking you could've stopped it. This just happened out of nowhere, what were you going to do? We still don't know if we can even defeat Vecna. All we can do is try."

Numbly nodding, you stared into her eyes, feeling her wipe the tears that silently cascaded down your cheeks. She leaned forward, lightly pecking your lips. It felt natural, like you've done it for years. You could get used to it. “Take a nap while Dustin isn't yelling about God knows what.”

You watched her walk away, closing the creaky door behind her. Your head fell against the window, headphones over your ears and music playing, as sleep quickly consumed you.

For once, you didn't have a nightmare. You didn't have any dreams, actually. You woke up, refreshed, after not sleeping for a few days. Vecna wasn't in your head. Chrissy's cries weren't ringing in your ears. Your parents weren't yelling at you about how you're a disappointment. It was simply silent.

People like to call that the calm before the storm.

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