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mondlevan · 1 year ago

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lucas sinclair icons

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stevemania · 5 months ago

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stranger things layout pack ˚˖𓍢ִ໋📸˚

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natsuki-bakery · 1 year ago

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Can we get an inbox check please?

Here it is !

Requests are : OPEN [ 21/35 ]

Currently working on : it's an obscure character but could you please do three rentry graphics of lalli hotakainen from stand still stay silent? if not i understand

it's an obscure character but could you please do three rentry graphics of lalli hotakainen from stand still stay silent? if not i understand 😭

Can you do regressor Light Yagami head cannons?

haiii! could you do cg america headcanons?? thank uuu! (⁀ᗢ⁀)

Can you do Dante DMC caregiver head cannons? Hi there! I was wondering if I could request a oneshot for Genshin impact? Caregiver Venti looking after Aether who’s regressed super small into babyspace if you are up to it. Thank you! Hihi hello!! Could I mayhaps request some little/age regressor Sanemi Shinazugawa hcs? TYSM!! < 3 Hi do you write about the webtoon school bus graveyard? Have a nice day! hii! could u do russia rentry graphics ?? thxxx ^_^ okok im VERY excited now sorry stranger things is my hyperfixation !! could you do byclair (lucas sinclair/will byers) graphics? maybe with a strawberry theme? could you make me an agere wallpaper that’s Ralsei themed (from deltarune!) if that’s out of your boundaries, maybe an Omori one with Kel instead? HI FRIEND!! (i’m so sorry if your uncomfy with nicknames , i say that as a joke! /srs ) if you take hetalia requests, would it be okay to request a prussia or north italy rentry/tumblr layout? thank you sosososoossos freaking much AHHH😭😭❤️💕 Can you do something with Prussia x Ukraine? :0 hii!!! just a question, do you take requests for metalocalypse?? thanks!! ^_^

HIIII!!! ARE YOU ABLE TO DO JAMMER LAMMY RENTRY GRAPHICS?? OR MAYBE CHOERRY FROM LOONA!! thank you so much!

hello!!! solid snake and otacon requester here, they're perfect tysm for them, keep up the good work<33

Hiii! Could I please ask for John Mactavish from Call of Duty Modern Warfare II caregiver headcanons? (⁠灬⁠º⁠‿⁠º⁠灬⁠)⁠♡

hi! i thiiink (?!) reqs are open, please ignore this if they aren't >< but i was wondering if i could request dio or diego cg hcs? there ain't nothing of them, thank you if you do this o^^o

Taiwan from hetalia as a rentry layout? thank you so much ahhhh😭❤️❤️

I also crave a Misa little Headcanons one please

Ahh I see the Sunday hcs so is it ok if I ask for welt yang cg headcanons.. if not it's ok, I don't kind--!

Could I please get an Ash Ketchum (Pokémon) caregiver headcannons please ? (Thank you!! :D)

Can you please do Saturn from Solarballs caregiver and regressor (flip) headcanons pls?

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cominginhotoffthepresses · 2 years ago

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part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

Nancy used to love going to hospitals. In the same way she loved spelling tests and Sunday school, anywhere a grown-up might evaluate her on a dozen different metrics and not find Nancy Wheeler wanting in any of them, she loved hospitals. What a stupid thing, she thinks now, to have always expected everything to go well for her in a place people came to die.

Emergency rooms are loud, but Nancy finds herself wishing for the chaos of those first few minutes when they’re bundled into a waiting room and told that someone will let them know as soon as possible.

There had been a brief and terrifying burst of excitement when Steve, held together with adrenaline and gauze, twisted the wrong way and pulled his stomach back open. There’s a design flaw, Nancy notes, her hands overlapped with Robin’s pressed against Steve’s torso to try stay the blood, in the layout of the waiting room chairs. It’s difficult for the staff to get the gurney close. It takes too long. Steve gives them a thumbs up as he’s wheeled out, and Nancy files it away into the corner of her mind that takes problems, pieces them apart, and ruminates on them until she decides if there’s a story there or not.

“He’ll be alright.” Nancy says to Robin, whose hand is still in hers, to Dustin and Lucas in the chairs across from them, to herself.

“Eddie too.” Dustin says.

“And Max.” Lucas doesn’t look at her, but Nancy nods.

She echoes him. “And Max.”

Robin doesn’t let go of her. Nancy feels the blood cupped between their palms dry into a scab holding them together. Every few minutes, Robin squeezes her hand as if reminding her body that it is being touched, and Nancy feels the scrape of Steve between them. It’s a bio-hazard. She lifts her feet for the custodian who mops the floor beneath them half an hour into their vigil and flinches at the squeak of her trainers against fresh linoleum when he’s done.

The Sinclairs are the first to arrive. If Erica weren’t with him, Nancy is sure Lucas would pitch a fit about staying, but his arm has stayed wrapped around his sister’s shoulders. He deposits Erica into their father’s embrace, chuffs Dustin’s arm, and writes his home phone number on the back of a magazine subscription card falling out of a six-month old eWeek.

“You call me,” he hands Nancy the card. Both of their fingerprints stain the thick white paper, “the moment something happens, okay? The moment. I don’t care how late it gets.” Lucas’s father frowns behind him, but Nancy promises.

When she arrives fifteen minutes later, Mrs. Henderson folds Dustin into her arms without waiting for him to rise from his chair. Nancy watches him stiffen and melt in turn. Claudia Henderson has no apparent thought for anyone other than her darling boy and, “My gosh, what’s happened to you? We need to get you cleaned up,” brushes him up and out of the waiting room over Dustin’s protests.

Lucas has Dustin’s phone number, surely, or his walkie talkie if it isn’t lost somewhere in Upside Down. Getting Eddie out of there had kept them all too busy to take inventory.

Nancy follows the Hendersons by sight through the open door then the sound of Dustin’s placating down the hall until he’s been consumed by the low drone of hospital noise and she and Robin are alone.

Robin’s heels are up on the thin lip of waiting room chair, knees pressed to her chest. Nancy expected to field a thousand questions to slake the endless well of Robin’s runaway thoughts, but then, Robin hasn’t left her side. There are no secret answers Nancy might have found to give her, so Robin is quiet save for the occasional big breath, the sort that shakes her shoulders and usually precedes a sob but comes with a squeeze of her hand.

The poster on the opposite wall, visible now that teen heads are no longer blocking the way, is of Redwoods. Below the trees in block type, the words ‘Growing Together’ attempt to perk up the place. Max has probably seen Redwood trees on her way from California to Hawkins, Nancy imagines. She should ask her about them if it wouldn’t be too strange coming from her friend’s older sister. She wishes she’d gone with Mike now, to see them herself.

“Do you think it’s really over?” Nancy startles at the question. Robin doesn’t turn to look at her to ask it, still staring into the middle distance in front of them.

Nancy’s thoughts turn again to Max, to the last time they’d sat together in the wake of a disaster and the almost end of the world, the time before that, and, “No,” Nancy says. “No, I don’t expect so.”

At first, Nancy thinks the sound Robin makes really is a sob this time. She turns in her seat, ready to put a hand on her shoulder, tell her the old lie about everything being alright in the end despite the spiral they’ve been heading down since Mike stashed a girl in their basement, the fact that Nancy isn’t sure it’s ever going to be over for any of them whether Eleven shows up to close the portals for good or not, and sees Robin’s head tipped back, face scrunched as she tries and fails to keep from giggling.

It would be cute if it weren’t horrifically inappropriate. It’s still, Nancy steadies herself and glances around to make sure no one is paying them any attention, quite cute.

“Jesus H,” Robin wheezes. “You’d think at some point all the freaky mind powers would be enough, right? Like, is evil a gas, filling whatever space we put it in, or what? Maybe if we took the superpowers out of the equation things would actually calm down for a minute.”

“I don’t actually think El has her powers anymore, so we might just be screwed.” Nancy catches a laugh in her throat. She feels the prickle of Robin look at her, the tension in their clasped hands. Nancy meets Robin’s eyes for only a moment before Robin’s giggle turns into a guffaw and just as quickly descends into the sobs Nancy has been bracing for all along.

If Nancy could cry now, she doesn’t know if she would remember how to stop. Tears are, always have been, an indulgent all night affair, but Robin’s crying is silent. Her tears dry up quickly, but Nancy doesn’t let her go.

They sit together until a woman with a clipboard elbows through the double doors marked ‘Hospital Personnel Only,’ and asks for the Harrington family. A pang of guilt burrows into Nancy’s stomach; she hadn’t even thought to call them, but Robin is already standing. Robin lets go of her, Steve flaking to the linoleum between them, and sure, Nancy thinks. That makes sense.

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#ronance #eventually #nancy wheeler #stranger things #fic #robin buckley #cominginhot #character study of a sort #steve harrington #is there but not There there

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isapacks · 6 years ago

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