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Ok but I'm going to riot if Robin doesn't get to kiss a woman on screen in season 5
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sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four
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i wish swimming was something you could do alone in your bedroom.
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*casually slips my hand in your inner thigh while we’re at the dinner table*
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controversial opinion but unfortunately you are your actions and what you say. if you are mean to people, it doesn’t matter if you sometimes have secret kind thoughts. fortunately you are your actions and what you say. if you are kind in your actions and your words, it doesn’t matter if you sometimes have mean thoughts. the power is in working against inner negative thoughts and being a better person despite it. you have the ability to cultivate the person you want to be.
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“You will burn and you will burn out; you will be healed and come back again.”
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
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bortoleto and mclaren are the only reasons keeping my eyes open!! but i'm pretty sure I'm gonna fall asleep pretty soon 😭

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15.03.2025 - saturday 🐑 I know I wasn't active here lately, but to compensate a little here is a tiny bit of what I'm studying. These are some notes from my German class, they are not the most recent ones, but I'm supper happy and excited with my improvement!!
🐑 I know I disappeared for such a long time, but so many things are happening right now and I can barely find time for myself, but I'm loving it lol. I took some time to adapt to the uni routine and new groups, I also came back fully on training, I'm focusing so much into German and Italian, plus I'm also engaging into some extra activities for my curriculum. I wasn't accepted into any entities in my uni, which made me pretty sad and unmotivated, but the good part is that this allowed me to tryout for a super nice global bootcamp about UN and freely plan for study abroad opportunities!! <3
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Dream & Dread: Entangled with Max (Max x OFC)
Chapter 2: A Truth They Can’t Ignore
The car sped through the dimly lit streets of Hawkins; the sky overcast with thick clouds that threatened rain. The occasional streetlamp flickered as they passed, casting long, sinister shadows over the cracked pavement. Robin was in the passenger seat, twisting a ring around her finger. Olivia sat in the back seat, her knee bouncing anxiously, her fingers drumming against the worn leather of her sketchbook.
She had spent the last fifteen minutes flipping through her sketches of the last week. Each drawing was a different scenario, but Max was always at the center of them. Olivia had drawn her clutching her temples in pain, her expression twisted in discomfort as a nosebleed trailed down her face. Other sketches captured her lying awake at night, dark circles under her eyes, haunted by something unseen.
Then came the nightmares—Max tossing and turning, trapped in something inescapable. And finally, the clock. The sketches of the old, foreboding grandfather clock with its jagged cracks and eerie presence loomed across several pages, a hauntingly consistent image that Olivia couldn't ignore from earlier today. Olivia clutched the sketchbook tighter, as if keeping it close would somehow keep the nightmares contained. Robin noticed her grip around it.
"What are you hiding in there? Let me see."
"No," Olivia said sharply, turning her body slightly away from Robin.
Then Robin narrowed her eyes. "Oh, come on. We’re way past secrets now. Just let me—"
Before she could react, Robin yanked the sketchbook from her hands and flipped it open. Robin glanced at the first one and whispered, 'Yeah, that’s pretty unsettling.'
Her expression shifted as she skimmed through the pages, her usual sarcasm fading into something more serious. "Jesus, Olivia… these are—" She stopped on a particularly chilling image—Max standing alone, her expression twisted in anguish as Vecna loomed over her. His words were scrawled faintly in Olivia’s messy handwriting along the page: You wanted Billy to die. The scene heavy with emotion, the pain in Max’s face captured in every frantic pencil stroke. "You saw this?"
Olivia swallowed hard. "Yeah."
Robin glanced at Steve, then back at the sketches. "Okay. We really need to hurry."
Olivia's breath hitched, and her fingers dug into the worn leather of the seat as a wave of nausea rolled through her. Her vision had just snapped back to reality, but the echo of what she had seen still lingered in her mind—Max, her breathing unsteady, eyes darting around as if she sensed something lurking just out of sight. The air around her had been thick, suffocating, and Olivia could still hear the faint ticking of a clock, distant but growing louder. She swallowed hard, her voice tight and urgent. "I saw her again."
Steve glanced at her through the rearview mirror, his expression tightening. "Shit. What did you see?"
"She's scared," Olivia murmured, pressing a hand to her forehead, willing away the dizziness. "I don’t think he has her yet, but he’s trying to get to her. She can feel it. And if we don’t move now—" She didn’t finish the sentence. She didn’t have to.
Steve exhaled sharply, gripping the wheel tighter. "We need to get there before anything happens. If she freaks out, we deal with it later. But we’re not letting her be alone."
The car lurched to a stop in front of Mike’s house, the old Wheeler residence looking unusually ominous under the storm-heavy sky. Olivia exhaled sharply, glancing at Robin, who gave her a reassuring nod. She had barely waited for the car to stop before she was pushing the door open and heading toward the house, heart pounding against her ribs. Olivia was the first one out, moving quickly toward the door, barely waiting for Steve and Robin to catch up. She knocked sharply, her heart pounding. A moment later, the door swung open, and Lucas stood there, his expression immediately shifting from surprise to suspicion when he saw the group. His gaze lingered on Olivia, narrowing slightly.
"Uh… what is this?"
Olivia didn’t waste time. "We need to talk to Max. It’s important."
Lucas crossed his arms, blocking the doorway slightly. "She’s busy. And I don’t think she wants to talk to you." His voice was sharp, his skepticism obvious.
Robin sighed, stepping forward. "Hey, we don’t have time for this. Just trust her—"
Lucas scoffed, shaking his head. "Oh, let me guess—this is some dramatic attempt to get Max’s attention?" His eyes flicked to Olivia, filled with doubt. "She doesn’t need whatever this is right now. She’s got enough on her plate without you showing up out of nowhere."
Steve groaned, rubbing his face. "Lucas, seriously? Look, I get it, you don’t like Olivia, but this isn’t a joke. Just let us in."
Lucas exhaled sharply, his hesitation lingering even as he stepped aside, his jaw tightening with unease. Olivia was the first to move, brushing past him without another word, her pulse pounding in her ears. Steve and Robin followed closely behind, their footsteps echoing heavily against the wooden steps as they descended into the dimly lit basement. The air was thick, carrying the scent of old carpet and faintly burned popcorn—remnants of whatever movie marathon had taken place days before.
Max sat cross-legged on the couch, completely at ease, flipping through a magazine as though the weight of the world wasn’t pressing down on her. The soft hum of her Walkman filled the silence, her fingers idly tapping against the armrest in rhythm with whatever song played in her ears. The warm glow of a nearby lamp cast long shadows along the walls, stretching toward them like something unseen lurking in the corners.
When she finally glanced up, her blue eyes landed on them, widening instantly. Her fingers twitched toward the volume dial of her Walkman, her guard snapping into place the moment she registered who was standing in front of her. Skepticism flickered across her face, her lips pressing into a thin line.
She pulled her headphones down, brows furrowing. "Okay, what the hell is this?"
Olivia stepped forward, swallowing hard as her palms grew clammy but she forced herself to keep her voice steady. "We need to talk."
Max scoffed, shifting uncomfortably on the couch. "Yeah, I got that part. What’s this about?" Her gaze flicked between Olivia, Steve, and Robin, her body tensing as if preparing for bad news. She gestured at the three of them, their awkward presence immediately setting her on edge.
Lucas, still visibly irritated that they had barged in, let out a frustrated sigh. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest, his jaw clenched as he shook his head. "I told them you were busy. I tried to make them leave, but they wouldn’t listen." He shot a pointed look at Olivia, clearly blaming her for the intrusion. "This is a waste of time."
"Shut up!" Robin snapped at Lucas, her voice sharper than usual, frustration cutting through the thick tension in the room. She spun toward him, eyes flashing, clearly fed up with his resistance.
Lucas threw up his hands. "Jeez, alright! No need to yell." He shot Robin an annoyed glare but backed off slightly, still clearly unconvinced.
Robin took a deep breath, visibly calming herself before turning back to Max. "Max, we wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t important. If this was something small, we wouldn’t have barged in like this." Her voice softened, but the urgency in it didn’t fade. "But it’s not. It’s serious, and it’s about you."
Max’s expression was unreadable. Robin took a careful step closer. "Just… five minutes, that’s all we’re asking. Five minutes, and if you still think this is bullshit, we’ll go. No pressure. But if I were you, I’d want to know what we have to say."
Max hesitated, shifting her weight as she studied them. The basement now felt stifling, the silence thick and pressing. She hated feeling cornered, and that’s exactly what this was—an ambush. Her fingers twitched as she crossed her arms tightly over her chest, her foot bouncing in irritation. "Fine." Her voice was clipped, her eyes sharp. "Talk."
Steve sighed, rubbing his face as if trying to find the right words. "Alright, Max, I need you to just listen for a second, okay? We know this is going to sound insane, but Olivia has been seeing things—things about you. And before you say anything, she’s not making it up. This isn’t some weird prank. This is real."
Max let out a dry laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. "Great. So now I’ve got a new stalker? Just what I needed." But there was an edge to her voice, like she was trying to brush off the gnawing discomfort settling in her stomach.
Olivia’s voice sounded steady despite the knot forming in her throat. "I know about the headaches. The nightmares—the ones that leave you gasping for air in the middle of the night."
Max’s breath caught in her throat. Her body tensed, fingers gripping the fabric of her jeans. She hadn’t told anyone about that—not Lucas, not Dustin, not even her counselor.
Olivia’s voice softened, careful now, like she was afraid of pushing too hard. "You’ve seen the clock, haven’t you? Heard it?"
Max’s jaw clenched, her fingers curling into fists on her lap. She refused to meet Olivia’s gaze, her eyes darting toward the floor, then flickering to Lucas for a brief second before shifting away again. The slight tremor in her hands betrayed her, though, her grip tightening around the cord of her headphones. "I don’t know what you’re talking about." The words were defiant, but the uncertainty in her voice made them feel hollow.
Olivia took a small step forward, her voice steady but cautious. "I think you do," she pressed. "I’ve seen it too. And I’ve seen you in my dreams, Max." She hesitated for a second, searching for any flicker of understanding in Max’s expression, but the redhead kept her gaze stubbornly averted. "I don’t know why, but I’m connected to whatever is happening to you. And it’s getting worse."
Max’s eyes finally lifted, but instead of looking at Olivia, she glanced toward Lucas, then at Steve and Robin. She was searching for an escape, an explanation, something that would make this ridiculous claim make sense. But no one was laughing. No one looked amused. The weight of the silence pressed down on her.
Max swallowed, finally forcing herself to glance at Olivia for the briefest of moments before looking away again. "You’re serious?" she finally said, her voice quieter now.
Robin gave a slow, deliberate nod. "Completely."
Max exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand over her face. "And what do you expect me to do about it?"
"Come with us to Family Video," Steve said. "We’ll explain everything there. You don’t have to believe us now, but at least hear us out."
Max hesitated as she exhaled through her nose. Her foot tapped against the floor, her fingers flexing against the cord. Every instinct told her not to trust them, to push back, but something in their faces—especially Olivia’s—made it hard to dismiss outright.
Finally, she muttered, "If this is some elaborate prank, I’m kicking all your asses."
Robin smirked, the tension breaking just a little. "Noted. Let’s go."
As they walked out of the basement, the air felt heavier, thick with unspoken words. The group piled into Steve’s car, the silence stretching between them as Steve started the engine. The drive back to Family Video was quiet at first, the only sound coming from the occasional hum of the tires against the road. Olivia kept her gaze on the window, tracing the rain-speckled glass with her fingertips, but she could feel the weight of Max’s presence beside her.
Steve finally broke the silence, adjusting his grip on the wheel, his gaze flicking to Max through the rearview mirror. "So, uh… not to jinx anything, but if Olivia’s already had two visions today, why is Max totally fine?" His voice was casual, but there was an underlying tension beneath it, the same unease they had all been feeling. The streetlights flashed through the windshield, illuminating the concerned furrow of his brow. "Like, she looks like nothing’s happened. Shouldn’t she— I don’t know— feel something?"
Max shot him a glare from the backseat, shifting uncomfortably, arms crossing over her chest. Steve let out a short breath, adjusting his grip on the wheel. "I’m just saying, shouldn’t there be some kind of… sign? I mean, Olivia’s seeing all this stuff, and Max, you’re just fine."
His voice trailed off, but the doubt remained, thickening the air between them.
Max rolled her eyes, but her frown deepened as she considered his words. The quiet skepticism that had been gnawing at her since they showed up in Mike’s basement took root.
"Actually… he’s got a point." Her voice was quieter now, more measured. She finally turned to Olivia; her blue eyes sharp but guarded. "You’ve had two visions today, and yet here I am—perfectly fine. Not a headache, no weird feelings, nothing. If what you're seeing is really Vecna coming for me, shouldn’t I feel something by now?" She shifted her gaze away just as quickly, staring out the window at the dimly lit streets, the glow of neon signs flashing across her face.
Robin, growing impatient, suddenly reached for Olivia’s sketchbook from where it had been tucked beside her on the seat. "Robin, don’t—" Olivia started, but it was too late. Without warning she tossed it into Max’s lap. "Here. Look for yourself."
Max flinched slightly at the sudden impact, her eyes narrowing. "What the hell?" She reached for the book instinctively, but Olivia lunged forward, both hands grabbing at the edges. "Give it back," she snapped, her voice louder than she intended.
Max yanked it closer to her chest. "Why? What’s in here that you don’t want me to see?" She shot Olivia a defiant look, the tension between them crackling in the confined space of the car. Olivia clenched her jaw, trying to pry it from her grasp, but Max held firm, twisting away.
"It’s not for you," Olivia hissed, reaching again, frustration and something dangerously close to panic flashing across her face. She hated this—being exposed, having her thoughts and fears laid bare. "You don’t need to look at it."
"Are you kidding me?" Max snapped back. "You’ve been having nightmares about me, and I don’t get to know what these are?" She shoved Olivia’s arm away as she tried to snatch the book again. "I have enough weird shit going on, I don’t need—"
"Enough!" Steve’s voice cut through the car, sharp and authoritative as he threw a glare at them through the rearview mirror. "Olivia, let her. She needs to see it."
Olivia swallowed hard, her hands slowly retreating, tension still radiating from her rigid posture. She turned away, arms crossing tightly over her chest, her jaw clenched so hard it ached. Max eyed her for another second before finally looking down at the book.
She exhaled through her nose, flipping open the cover. The first page made her brows furrow. She began thumbing through the pages, her movements slower, more deliberate with each turn. The further she went, the deeper the crease in her brow became. Images of herself, in different places, different scenarios—all of them laced with unease and creeping dread. She realized she recognized every single one. Every sketch, every shadowed scene—it had all happened already. There wasn’t a single drawing in the book that felt unfamiliar. Some were moments she had tried to forget, others she had buried deep, but there they were, captured in Olivia’s frantic lines.
She inhaled sharply, her breath shaky as she flipped back through the pages, scanning the images again, as if looking at them a second time might offer some kind of answer. "Why is this happening?" Her voice was quieter now, but there was an edge to it—somewhere between confusion and fear. She looked up, her gaze flicking between Robin, Steve, and Olivia, searching for something—anything—that made sense. "This—this doesn’t make any sense. How do you know all of this? Why did you see this?
Robin exchanged a glance with Steve before turning back to Max, her expression more serious than before. "That’s what we’re trying to figure out."
Max shook her head slightly, rubbing her temples as if trying to force the pieces to fit together. "This isn’t—this can’t be—" She trailed off, her voice caught in her throat. Max let out a sharp scoff, flipping another page with more force than necessary. "So, what, you've been obsessing over me this whole time?"
A tense silence filled the car. Robin’s head snapped toward Max; brows raised in clear disapproval. "Wow. Seriously? That’s where you’re going with this?"
Steve let out an exasperated sigh from the front seat. "Not the time, Max."
Olivia stiffened but didn’t react immediately. Instead, she exhaled slowly through her nose, her jaw tightening. "You think I wanted this? You think I chose to be dragged into your nightmares?"
Max shifted uncomfortably under Olivia’s gaze. She hadn’t really meant it, but the words had already left her mouth, and there was no taking them back. She glanced toward Robin, whose disapproving stare made her stomach twist.
"Look, I didn’t—" Max started, but Olivia cut her off, voice firm but controlled.
"I don’t care what you think about me. But this? This is happening whether you like it or not. So maybe quit deflecting and focus on the real problem."
Robin huffed under her breath and shook her head. "Can we please shut up now?"
The rest of the drive to Family Video was suffocatingly tense. Olivia had turned her gaze back to the window, jaw clenched, refusing to acknowledge Max. Robin sat stiffly in the passenger seat, arms crossed, still bristling from what had been said. Steve, sensing the tension like a storm cloud looming over them, kept his focus on the road.
No one spoke.
When Steve pulled into the parking lot and killed the engine, Robin was the first to throw the door open, stepping out like she couldn’t stand being in the car a second longer. Olivia followed without hesitation, still not looking at Max.
Steve sighed, running a hand through his hair as Max hesitated before getting out. "You sure know how to make things worse for yourself," he muttered under his breath.
Max shot him a glare but didn’t respond.
Inside Family Video, the atmosphere was different—dim fluorescent lighting, the hum of the ceiling fans, and the faint scent of dust and rewound VHS tapes filling the air. Robin walked ahead without looking at Max, heading straight toward the back room where they could talk in private. Steve locked the door behind them.
Max crossed her arms. "Alright," she said, her tone defensive as she looked between them. "Are we gonna actually talk now, or are you two just gonna keep glaring at me all day?"
Robin let out a sharp laugh, though there was no humor in it. "Oh, sorry, are we making you uncomfortable? That must be so hard for you."
Max's brow furrowed. "What’s your problem?"
Robin took a step closer, her voice low but sharp. "My problem? My problem is that she is trying to help you, and you decided to throw that in her face."
Max tensed, but before she could answer, Olivia finally spoke, her voice steady but ice-cold. "You can hate me for all I care." she said. "But don’t act like this isn’t real."
Max swallowed, shifting uncomfortably. She had the decency to look at least a little guilty. Steve, sensing that this was going to spiral fast, stepped in.
"Alright," he said firmly, glancing between them. "Let’s focus on the real issue here."
Robin scoffed, folding her arms and leaning against the wall, still fuming. Olivia stayed standing stiffly near a table, her sketchbook now clutched in her hands.
"So, she dreams about me. That doesn’t mean anything." Max muttered.
Robin let out an exasperated sigh. "It’s not just dreams, Max! She’s been seeing exactly what’s happened to you. And—newsflash—that’s not normal."
Max exhaled sharply, crossing her arms again. "So?"
Olivia finally stepped forward, meeting Max’s gaze directly. "We need to know why” she said simply. Max didn’t like this. She didn’t like any of this. But there was no denying that something was wrong.
And no matter how much she wanted to; she couldn’t ignore it anymore. Max exhaled sharply, gripping the sketchbook tighter. "Look, again, I still haven't felt anything today after finding out," she muttered. "No headaches, no visions, nothing. Maybe this isn't as accurate as you think it is."
Olivia let out an incredulous laugh.
Max bristled. "Just because you see things doesn’t mean you actually understand any of it."
"I understand more than you think," Olivia shot back. "I didn’t ask for this, Max. I didn’t want to what’s happening to you. But I do. And whether you like it or not, now we’re in this together."
Max’s expression twisted with frustration. "I never wanted you to be." She scoffed, crossing her arms. "And if I had a choice, I wouldn’t ask you —someone like you— in this anyway."
Robin stiffened instantly, her mouth parting in shock. Olivia’s breath caught in her throat, but she recovered quickly, her face going blank—too blank. Like she was shutting down before Max could twist the knife any deeper.
"Right," Olivia muttered, her voice cold. "Good to know where you stand."
Steve let out a sharp breath. "What is wrong with you?"
Max faltered slightly, her own anger flickering for a moment, but the damage was already done. Olivia had heard enough.
The words stung more than Olivia expected. Her face hardened, and for a moment, she just stared at Max, her breath unsteady. Then, without another word, she turned sharply on her heel and strode toward the exit. The bell above the door chimed as she pushed it open and stepped out onto the street.
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