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shares-a-vest · 2 years ago
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A sequel to THIS Steddie ficlet but you don't really have to have read it.
Nancy finishes up signing her name with a flourish on the inside of the greeting card she’d bought for Robin for Valentine’s Day. She sets her red sparkly gel pen down on the desk and admires her work. Excellent. Perfectly balanced cursive writing and not a mistake in sight. Poetic and just a little naughty - nothing like Eddie’s card that she had had the displeasure of seeing in full view on the floor of Family Video.
At least it was spirited, unique and honest.
But her card still feels like it’s missing something.
She lifts the card to her lips and stops just short of leaving a lipstick stain on it. Robin probably won’t like that. She’d say something about someone having their mouth all over her Valentine’s Day card, even if it is her own girlfriend.
She looks around at her dresser and contemplates spraying the card with perfume. But she scrunches her nose, thinking Robin probably wouldn’t like a strong scent coming from it either. Turning back to her desk, she decides on a few hand-drawn flowers sprinkled over the inside of the card. Robin will surely give her something handmade (as she always does).
Using a pink marker pen, Nancy carefully surrounds her writing with daisies in varying sizes, the easiest flower for her to draw somewhat competently. As she goes, she inches closer and closer to the surface of her desk, tongue poking out in concentration as she begins adding a peppering of little stars too.
“Um, Nancy?”
She makes what can only be described as a mouse-like squeak noise at the sound of Mike’s interruption. She clutches the marker in her hand, stopping herself from smearing it across Robin’s card. She carefully lifts her hand from the cardstock and clips the cap safely onto the pink marker before spinning around to find Mike lingering at her bedroom door.
“What?” she asks, unable to hide her frustration.
“Are you leaving yet?” he asks, bounding into her bedroom and looking like he's rearing to go somewhere.
Somewhere that presumably requires her to drive him.
“Soon,” she says, giving her brother a tight-lipped, sarcastic smile.
“Can you drive me to Hop’s?” he asks, picking at the bottom seam of his Hellfire shirt.
“Spending the evening with Will, are we?” she teases.
Mike groans and flops back on her bed, sending a pink decorative cushion toppling off the edge where it wedges itself between the mattress and side table.
“I have a card to give him,” he says, staring at the ceiling.
“Good,” she smiles and decides she should probably set aside her card to help out the lump currently sighing and squirming (and messing up the bedspread) on her bed. “You aren’t planning on wearing that, are you?”
Mike rolls onto his stomach to look at her with a look of complete incredulity. Or maybe it’s cluelessness.
Admittedly, that came out meaner and more accusatory than she meant it.
She sighs. Of course, Mike doesn’t know that on Valentine's Day maybe he shouldn’t wear his nerd uniform.
“Just… Anything but that,” she says, even though that doesn’t seem to help either.
Her brother just blinks, kicking his feet.
So she stands up with a huff and gestures to the door. Mike stands and looks her up and down, suspicious.
“You are going to help me pick out something?” he asks, dumbfounded. “For Valentine’s Day? To wear to Will’s house?”
“And politely make suggestions about what you could do that doesn’t involve hanging out in an overcrowded cabin reading comic books, yes.”
And that’s how Nancy spends part of her night chauffeuring around Mike and Will. First picking up Robin, negotiating the change of plans with much protest. Then heading out to the Hooper-Byers’ cabin to pick Will up. Then driving them to the diner which the boys had to settle for because there was no way Nancy was going to have them in Enzo’s a table away from her and Robin. And she wasn't giving up any of her money to Mike, either. Nor did she want to drop them off at the pizza parlour which is where she knew Steve and Eddie would be at some point.
She finally pulls into the car park beside Enzo’s and cuts the engine.
“So,” she starts, clicking off her seatbelt and turning to her date, beaming.
“So?” Robin echos, trying to look inside the restaurant windows.
“I have a card for you,” Nancy says and reaches around to fish in the back for her handbag.
She feels around for it and finds it has been kicked under the passenger’s seat.
“Oh no!” she exclaims and Robin whips around, reaching for it with ease.
“What is it?” she asks, mirroring Nancy’s panic as she hands her the bag.
“Your card!” she says, sniffling. 
Nancy is a little surprised that she's this upset about it. Even though it’s her own damn fault for leaving a soft-fabric bag in the vicinity of two fidgeting and oblivious fifteen-year-olds. She relents and hands the crinkled envelope to Robin.
She tries not to watch as Robin carefully opens it, looking the card over before flipping it open and reading it.
“Wow,” Robin says after a minute.
“You like it?” she says, wide-eyed and hopeful.
“This is so much better than Eddie’s card,” Robin says, giving a belated shudder.
Nancy tuts and rolls her eyes. Robin was so dramatic about Eddie’s card. Even after Steve read it fully, she couldn’t help herself from both scolding him for its contents and asking him for details.
“Not the reaction I wanted,” Nancy sighs, looking at her feet.
She looks over the floor mats and thinks about how her car is in desperate need of a cleaning as she scuffs a pebble under her flats. She only breaks away from her stray thought as Robin shuffles through the ridiculously large handbag at her feet.
“Here!” she declares, holding up a crumpled envelope in victory and promptly hands it over. “Eddie, I loathe to admit, inspired a similarly flirtatious greeting card. Although mine is far less eloquent than yours. Somewhere between the obscenity of Poet Munson and Romanticist Wheeler.”
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thelastspeecher · 6 months ago
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Working on some other stuff but got sidetracked to do this instead, so enjoy.
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                 Stan’s fingers frantically scrabbled for his seat belt.
                 “What do ya mean yer not buckled?!” Angie shouted over the pounding rain.  “We’ve been over this!”
                 “Look, just help me and then-” was all that Stan managed to get out before they collided with something.  As his body flew through the windshield, above the sound of the storm, he heard Angie’s scream.
                 Stan sat bolt upright with a gasp.
                 “Oh, good.  You’re awake.”  Stan looked over.  Sitting in a nearby armchair was a redheaded and bearded muscular man.  He looked like the lumberjacks that they had come across while going through the area before.  Though Stan wasn’t used to seeing a lumberjack knitting a sweater.  “You’re lucky,” the lumberjack continued.  He set down the in-progress sweater.  “Bill doesn’t normally go out in the storms, but when he saw you crash in the yard, he ran outside to rescue you right away.”  Stan looked around the room, taking in his surroundings. 
                 He was in a large bed with a flannel bedspread.  The bedroom was cozy, full of clearly handmade furniture.  Despite the furniture being handmade, it was obviously high-quality.  Even nicer than Stan had at home.  A lamp by the side of the bed filled the room with warm light.  The lumberjack in the armchair raised an eyebrow at him.
                 “Did you hear me?”
                 “Uh, yeah.  I did.”  Stan cleared his throat.  “…Thanks.”
                 “Like I said, the person you should be thanking is Bill.”
                 “Bill is…?”
                 “My partner.  He’s out chopping wood right now.  The storm took away most of our stockpile.”
                 “Ah.”  Stan swung his legs over the side of the bed.  “I’ll thank him, then.  But, uh, first, do you have a phone?  I’ve gotta call my fiancée and make sure she’s all right.”
                 “Of course.  Come with me.”  Stan got up and followed the lumberjack, who introduced himself as, funnily enough, Jack, out of the room.  They went down a hallway, passing by a few children’s rooms and a nursery.  When they got to the kitchen, Jack gestured towards the phone.  Stan quickly picked it up and dialed the number for the motel they were staying at.
                 Angie picked up on the second ring.
                 “Stanley?” she said breathlessly.  Stan leaned against the wall, relief washing over him at the sound of her voice.
                 “Yeah, Ang, it’s me.”
                 “Oh, thank the Lord!” Angie sobbed.  Tears pricked the corners of Stan’s eyes.  “I was- I was so worried!  We hit that tree and- and ya went through the windshield and- Fidds was screamin’ at me that I couldn’t put myself in more danger, sayin’ I needed to find cover now, we’d look fer ya once the storm died down.”
                 “He was right,” Stan teased.  He discreetly rubbed away the tears before they had a chance to fall.
                 “Yer my fiancé.  Yer not s’pposed to agree with my overprotective big brother.”
                 “Yeah, yeah.”
                 “How- where are ya?” Angie asked tentatively.
                 “I guess I crashed in someone’s yard and they brought me in.”
                 “Geez.  Are ya injured?”
                 “Uh.”  As if summoned by Angie’s question, pain suddenly sprouted all over Stan’s body.  He barely stifled an agonized groan.  “I dunno about injured, but I’m definitely beat up.”
                 “No broken bones or anything?”
                 “Not that I know of.”
                 “We’ll have ya see a medical professional just in case.”  Angie hesitated.  “Um.  I’d say we’d fetch ya, but our car got wrecked in the storm and Pa won’t be here with the truck fer another couple hours…”
                 “I’ll see if I can bum a ride,” Stan said.  He looked at Jack, who gave a thumbs up.  “Yeah, they can drop me off at the motel.”  Angie sighed.
                 “Good.  We’ll have to send ‘em a gift basket or somethin’ in thanks.  I’ll see ya soon, darlin’.  Love ya.”
                 “I love you, too,” Stan said softly.  The line went dead.  Stan hung up the phone.
                 “Bill or I can give you a ride,” Jack confirmed.
                 “Great.”
                 “If I can ask…”  Jack tilted his head.  “How did you wind up in that storm, anyways?  Didn’t you hear the sirens go off?”
                 “That’s why we were here, actually,” Stan said.  Jack frowned.  “My fiancée and I are storm chasers.”  Jack let out a low whistle.
                 “That’s a dangerous job.”
                 “Somebody’s gotta do it.”
                 “Yeah…”  Jack didn’t seem to believe Stan, but he merely cleared his throat.  “Maybe avoid mentioning storm chasing to Bill?  He’s got a pretty severe fear of storms.”
                 “You said he was the one who brought me inside.”
                 “It took a lot for him to do that,” Jack said stiffly.
                 All right.  Back off.
                 “I appreciate it.  You said he was outside?  I should go thank him myself,” Stan said smoothly.  Tension left Jack’s shoulders.
                 “Yes.  He’s in the backyard.”  Jack nodded at the door in the kitchen.  “Just through there.  I’ll get the truck ready while you’re talking to him.”
                 “Got it.”  Stan exited through the kitchen door.  The backyard consisted of a large clearing with some stray toys and play equipment.  Near the back of the clearing was a man in flannel chopping logs.
                 That must be Bill.  Stan idly strolled up to Bill, silently noting that he looked more sturdily built than Jack.  Bill had broad shoulders, incredibly muscular arms and legs, a full beard, and long, curly, brown hair.  Now, that’s a lumberjack if I’ve ever seen one.  He looks like he could take me out with one punch.  Stan cleared his throat.  Bill paused to look over.  He was wearing thick, wire-framed glasses, though not thick enough to hide that his right iris was a much lighter brown than his left.  It likely had something to do with the scar that stretched across his right eye.  Bill smiled lazily at Stan.  Huh.  He looks…familiar.
                 “Glad you’re awake,” Bill rumbled.  Stan frowned.
                 That voice…
                 “That was a nasty storm.”
                 “Yeah, uh,” Stan said, trying to shake off the nagging feeling he had heard Bill’s voice before.  He coughed.  “Thanks for bringing me inside.  My fiancée woulda killed me if I wound up in the hospital.”  Bill chuckled.
                 “Glad to be of help in preventing marital discord.  Or, rather, pre-marital discord.”
                 “Heh.  Yeah.”  Stan held out a hand.  Bill clasped it with his own.  Stan’s heart plummeted to his feet.  He knew that handshake.  He swallowed and looked down.  A six-fingered hand was wrapped around his.  “You- you-”
                 “Twelve fingers isn’t the weirdest thing around here,” Bill said with a laugh.  Stan looked squarely into Bill’s eyes.  Something like recognition flickered in them.
                 “Stanford?” he asked weakly.  “Bill” stared at him.  His eyes slowly widened.
                 “…Stanley?”
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myown-worstenemy-2003 · 2 years ago
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Little Notes - Girl Crush
A/N: Hey y'all! This is the first little fic/drabble/thingy? in the Little Notes collection! I got this idea while I was driving home from work the other night XD It's a little different than what I usually write, but I hope y'all enjoy it because I really had fun writing it! PS: Pretty please don't copy my work! I worked very hard on this and I will cry! Thank you! :) <3
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It was a Friday night. Campaign night. You would think this would be happening at the school in the Drama Room. But it had been booked since the Drama club had a play they had to rehearse for so they needed it. So here they were, in Dustin’s living room. Even though it wasn’t the same, it was still awesome. The only thing was, Eddie, need some paper to take some notes.
“Henderson, got any paper I can borrow?” he asked. The boy in question looked over at him from where the group was discussing.
“Yeah, I got some in my room. Give me a sec-” he moved to stand. 
Eddie interrupted him, “No, I got it. Don’t forget, ladies and gentlemen. There’s is no shame in running.”
And with that and a wicked grin he went in search of any type of paper he could find.
Eddie was trying to remember which door it was and he was pretty sure it was the second door on the left until he wasn’t so he went with the second door on the right. 
“Damn it,” he whispered as he came face to face with a towel closet. He closed it. Was it the first door on the left? Yeah, that’s it. He opened it and there he stood facing a room that looked nothing like he thought a 15-year-old boy’s room would look like. It had (F/C) painted walls with a matching bedspread. He knew he shouldn’t be in here, but he didn’t want to leave. He knew exactly whose room this was. (Y/N) Henderson’s room. Eddie had had the biggest crush on (Y/N) since elementary school. But was too much of a pussy to do anything about it.
“That is such bullshit!” he heard from Dustin. They were still in the middle of a heated argument. They wouldn’t miss him too much if he just took a peek around. 
He looked around at her books, posters, pictures of her friends and family, little knick-knacks, cassettes, and records. Then he looked over at her bed to find some stuffed animals that looked to be her favorite, a blue teddy bear and what looks like a handmade panda teddy bear. What he didn’t expect was a book open on her bed. 
Eddie being the curious cat he was, had to have a peek.
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Eddie sat there for a minute. He didn’t know what to think. (Y/N) had a crush on him and thought he was dating Chrissy Cunningham? 
Chrissy and he were hanging out because they both have devastating crushes on girls and don’t have the guts to tell them. He never thought in his life that he would be assumed that he was dating her though. But the biggest alarm that finally made his heart leap and his mouth twitch as cliche as it sounds, was that (Y/N) Henderson was jealous that she couldn’t have him because he was “taken”.
“EDDIE!” a yell came from the living room. 
“I’m coming!” he yelled back. He stood there for a couple more seconds, he put the diary/journal back on her bed and with the confidence of a thousand men walked into the living room.
“So travelers, what have we decided?” he said grinning. Thinking about how he was going to ask you out when you got home later tonight.
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Right now my sheets are black and I have a purple and white handmade quilt and a purple comforter.
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