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if mike won't come out to karen then what's the point

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with the first day of school coming up my mood went 📉📉📉

i'll hopefully be around in the weekend! 💕

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pt3: st4 & shirts that go hard (+)

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@alwaysthesitter asked: ❛  no! wait! it's not what it fucking looks like!  ❜

Slamming the bathroom door shut immediately, Karen closed her eyes for good measure - and maybe to erase the image in her mind. "I didn't see anything!" she exclaimed through the door, shaking her head. "Just - uh. Holly's purple necklace should be on the counter. Can you see it?"

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@alwaysthesitter asked: ❛  but i wish that i'd never met a lot of the people that i've met. not because i don't like them but because i only let them down.  ❜

Maybe she'd judged Steve a little too quickly. In her defense, he was the boy who had a habit of climbing into her teenage daughter's window – yes, she knew about that. But now, hearing him say what he said, she couldn't stop herself from reaching out and taking his hand in her own, giving it a gentle squeeze. "That's not true," she said sincerely, watching his face carefully. "I know that's not true. You're a great boy, Steve."

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@kinghaargrove asked: ❛  are  you  happy  with  him ?  ❜

If his question had come from any of her girl friends, Karen might've showed her true feelings, might've actually said something about her unhappiness in her marriage, and how it made her feel. But he was only a child – and she knew that it was his way of getting under her skin. "Billy," she said with a stern look, "that's not an appropriate question."

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@mrflayed asked: ❛  so i told her i loved her, and she told me she loved me. and i mostly believed her and she mostly believed me.  ❜

She was a little uneasy, but that didn't mean she couldn't offer a listening ear. "Right," she said, clutching her tea and trying to find the right words to say. It sounded promising, although she wasn't entirely sure what to make of the 'mostly's'. "Okay. So - is that a good thing, then? It sounds.. Like a good start. No?"

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"Well, I understand that," Karen said, watching the girl carefully and then sighing. "We all need a break sometimes." She really was understanding – but that didn't mean Cassie could just come and go as she pleased, without telling anyone where she was. Karen was responsible for her, and even more than that, she cared for her. "But it's still no reason to stay out so late and not let me know where you are. I was just about to get in my car and start driving around, seeing if I could find you somewhere." Looking the girl up and down, she bit her lip as she tried to think of the best thing to say or do. If it had been Nancy, she'd been grounded, but Cassie wasn't her own child.

"Okay. This week, I want you home no later than 10 PM," she said instead, using a stern voice that made it pretty clear it wasn't a debate. "Prove to me that you can do that, and that you can let me know where you're going, and then .. You can get gain some more freedom, after that." She had her 'mom voice' on, but couldn't help but soften once she'd spoken. "What do you think?"

cassie won't lie and say it wasn't strange to have a parent worried about her and waiting up. she wasn't used to that kind of care and she doesn't know if she likes it. makes her feel important and her uncle and aunt tried to keep her under lock and key and she tried to be good; she really did but sometimes it was harder than expected. sometimes she needed to just let loose and that is exactly what she was doing sneaking into the wheeler house past 12 am.

and she wont lie. at first she was expecting karen to scream at her and call her names but when she is met with kindness from the start she is confused and it probably shows on her face. she is only a teenager after all but graduating this year also. this was summer it was meant for fun. cassie frowns a little at herself how careless she was bending the rules. she usually wasn't like this much. " i know, mrs. wheeler... i just... i had to get away and i know that doesn't make sense.. but i also lost track of time.. " cassie feels guilt begin to spring from her words and it was genuine but sometimes cassie wanted to roll her eyes and cast it off. make the parent the problem just like her mom. she had a lot of scars she was still dealing with ever since moving to hawkins.

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"Well," she said, watching him seriously though there was a hint of playfulness to her words. "This might be hard to believe for you, Will, but I was once a teenager. You know, about a millennium ago," she joked, giving him a pointed look. "You don't have to talk to me – but, I am here. If you want."

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ⚝ . *. ⋆ 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐫𝐬. 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, but he wouldn't lie to himself , it was a bit 𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 receiving reassurance from his friend's mother. but he also felt relieved , 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙵𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙴𝙳. ❝ ... it's nothing , really. just ... 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 things , i guess. ❞

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Her eyes turned even more sympathetic when the girl explained why she was out in the heat. "That's bad timing," she replied. With a nod, she offered another warm smile and then glanced out towards the street before settling her gaze back on the stranger. "Well," Karen started, trying to think of what she could recommend. "I guess most people are at the pool right now, trying to stay cool," she explained. "There's an arcade, too, but if I remember it doesn't have AC, so I don't think you wanna be there. And the movie theater doesn't open until six tonight."

Then, hoping that she looked friendly enough for the girl to trust her, she clicked her tongue and continued. "How long are you stuck here for? I have ice cream in the back of my car that desperately needs a freezer, but why don't you come with me to my house? We set up a little kiddie pool for my daughter in our backyard, you can have some ice cream and dip your feet in, if you want."

Her voice is sweet, and it takes Maren a minute to realize it’s directed towards her. She turns to look, eyes taking in the stranger and assessing her words. She was reminded of her own mother, or perhaps what she would’ve been like in another timeline. If she’d stuck around long enough to see Maren become someone she could be proud of. She smelled warm, sweet and sharp, and Maren could guess that her blood tasted like wine.

“Oh, um, well…” The words get all tangled in her mouth and she has to take a breath before collecting her thoughts. “My car is getting fixed, so… I’m not from around here.” Obviously, she thinks to herself. This town seemed small, the type where everyone knew everyone’s business and nothing was sacred. Most of the time, people were nice to her while she passed through, but Maren always felt like a feral cat walking into a lion’s cage. “Is there anything to do around here?”

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When El sat down, Karen moved to the corner of the room to take a chair they had standing there, putting Ted's clothes on the bed and then setting the chair down next to the seat. "Perfect," she said with a smile when El asked for confirmation. Not only did she want to be in El's life because the girl needed it, she'd also always loved messing around with makeup, and she and Nancy used to sit in her room for hours to try things out. Her oldest daughter, unfortunately, had grown out of being being made up by her mother, and Holly was too young.

"Okay," Karen started, thinking it was best to explain every step of the way – considering she could only imagine the horrors that El had lived through. "Do you see this cup? It has all my makeup brushes in, and here - this is all eye makeup and blush. That's for your cheeks. Let's start with your eyes, is that okay?" she asked, lining up the different colors of eyeshadow she had. "Do you know which colors you like?"

El frowned at feeling Mrs. Wheeler's hand in her hair. It felt different than when Papa did it. She felt... warm. safe. El liked that.

Dolls? Dressing up?

El did not know these words. She knew about Papa's games. They were not fun. But the Party's games seemed fun, even if El did not always 'get' them.

Slowly, El sat down on the seat and looked at herself in the mirror. Watched Mrs. Wheeler look at her. There was something different in her eyes than Papa's. Mrs. Wheeler's eyes looked at El the same way that she looked at Mike, Nancy, Holly. What did that mean?

"Is this okay?"

El wanted to make sure that she was doing everything right.

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Karen's face quickly changed from amused to slightly worried, but mostly just confused. The guy looked weird - not like Allen Bowers weird but doesn't belong here kind of weird, and while she was usually always up for adventure, she kept her distance as she glanced him down and back up. "An accident?" she echoed, looking for signs of damage on him but not seeing any physical harm.

"You're at Hawkins high," she clarified, though she wasn't sure if there was anyone in town who didn't know that this was the school. "Do you need to go to the nurse? I'm supposed to be in class right now, but I can take you, if you want. What's your name?"

Eddie was alive, but more confused than he'd ever been his entire life. One minute he was bleeding out on the floor of the Upside Down, choking out his last words, and another he was waking up next to the picnic table in the woods he'd met Chrissy at only a few days ago. His water damaged watch was now working once more and there were no physical signs he'd been attacked by inter dimensional bats. Eddie remembered the pain clear as day, but had nothing to show for it.

He feels a bit like he's in a daze as he makes the short trek through the woods to the school. He needs to find his friends and figure out what was going on. Was this just another trick up Vecna's sleeve? God, were his friends okay?

When he does finally make it closer to the school he notices immediately something is off. All of the cars in the parking lot look like his dads he'd never gotten rid of, and everyones dressed like how his parents were in pictures when they first started dating. He probably looks a bit like a chicken with its head cut off.

While it's no surprise that someone talks to him while he's probably looking a little insane it is a surprise that the girl doesn't know who he is. For better or for worse everyone in Hawkins high knew who he was.

"Oh, uh, no. I don't go here, not anymore," he says before he can really think about it. "I just, uh... I'm lost. I think I got in an accident or something, cause I'm really confused."

While it's mostly true he thinks playing ignorant is a better play than trying to explain what he remembered last.

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When Karen looked at Chrissy, she kind of recognized herself from a time long gone-by now. But more importantly, she saw a girl who seemed lost, and having been a teenage girl herself, she knew just how awful that could feel. "You don't have to thank me," she replied with a warm smile, though she appreciated it nonetheless. At Chrissy's question, she raised one eyebrow, but then nodded. "Yeah - of course," she said with a nod. "Just.. Make sure you call home and let them know, okay? I don't want your mom to worry." The Wheeler house had always been the main spot for the kids to meet up, and Karen loved providing the safe space they needed. "Honey, are you sure you're okay? You look.. A little troubled."

---☁︎｡⋆｡ Mrs. Wheeler was the type of mother Chrissy wished she had. She was caring and considerate, and clearly gave a shit about her kids in the right way. Everything Laura wasn't. The blonde found herself seeking out the Wheeler household for Mrs. Wheeler just as much as for Nancy. "Thank you, I appreciate it. Really," she tried her hardest to convey the sincerity. At this point there were so many thoughts swimming about and fighting to be acknowledged, but Chrissy couldn't get the words out. "Can I stay over?" she blurted. Maybe with the promise of not having to face her home, thoughts would become clearer.

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Karen snickered at her son's joke, but still there was a sadness in the pit of her stomach that seemed to be there more often than not, these days. She was so proud of her children, and she loved seeing them grow up into kind, good people, but there was a part of her that wanted them to stay little, wanted them to hug and kiss her the way they did when they were just toddlers, when family was their whole world. Still, she kept going through Mike's pants, discarding the ones that obviously wouldn't fit anymore and putting the maybe's in another pile for him to try on.

"Right, well - you get that clumsiness from your father," she said, her time to joke, not aware of Mike's personal demons. "Okay, let me see," she said, although it was pretty clear already that the jeans he'd tried on now didn't even come to his ankles. She sighed and looked up at him, her baby now looming over her, and then smiled. "Well. I guess we'll just have to go shopping again."

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ♥︎ . *. ⋆ ❝ 𝐡𝐞𝐲, i'm too old for that, ❞ he jokingly complained , lightly attempting to shrug off his mother's hand from his head. it was only then he noticed just how 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 his hair was getting ; he could feel the ends tickling the tips of his ears and the nape of his neck. he wondered if she'd mention something about that next , seeing as she had had 𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚈 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 to pick on the fact that his new clothes barely fit him anymore.

❝ oh , i just fell and scraped my knees a bit on the pavement. no big deal. ❞ he deliberately kept quiet about the fact that many of those instances of ' falls ' were the result of being 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥. his mother had so much on her plate , he didn't want to further worry her by bringing up the fact that he was still getting 𝙿𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙴𝙳 𝙾𝙽 by the same people , even at the ripe age of sixteen.

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So, it's the last Friday of the month! August is going to be over in just a week. I don't know about you, sometimes, the thought of the future makes me a little anxious. Especially when so much is happening in the tomorrows we have, things that make for uncertain moments! Thoughts of what might go wrong, or thoughts of missing out on something. But in the midst of so many scary what if's, there's beautiful ones full of joy. There are so many sunsets, and kisses, and deep talks you'll have with people you haven't even met yet! New favourite songs and concerts, and core memories waiting in that tomorrow. Things are uncertainly scary, but they're uncertainly bright, just like you. Please keep shining, and as always I'll keep cheering for you! -- ♡♡ Victoria

“What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. These are but trifles, to be sure; but scattered along life's pathway, the good they do is inconceivable.” ― Joseph Addison

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our hands and mouths shocked to resignation as the arguing declined.

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She'd always had a soft spot for Will, and so when he apologized, her features softened, and she stepped closer into the room. "I know it's late, but – I'm here for you, if you want to talk."

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ⚝ . *. ⋆  𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐬 … he hadn't noticed mike's mother standing there , her attention focused 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 on him. ❝ sorry. ❞