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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒       scouring the kitchen for any beer or hard liquor that had survived this long. Finding a solo cup, she poured herself some “punch” and sipped it with an approving smile. Slipping between this couple and around the keg stand, Ferris spotted Steve Harrington seemingly alone on the back porch so--  she summoned her courage and sat beside him. It would be difficult to actually talk to him, what with the loud din of the party overwhelming her hearing aids from inside, but it was a problem she shared with most people so--  her hearing damage would go unnoticed until the bulge under her shirt gave her away. 

“Shouldn’t you be inside with Wheeler?” she asked nosily, looking around the backyard for signs of the princess of Hawkins but not finding her anywhere nearby. She hadn’t heard about the breakup and why would she've? She wasn’t friends with the IT crowd and it wasn’t like she was actually at school very often. Ferris looked back at Steve and offered him her cup, “Want it? You look like you could use some.”

𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄        Fink home to see the kids playing with Pippin, rolling her favorite cat toy along the floor and watching the ferret chase and pounce on it. It was cute. “Hey uh,” Ferris held up the pizza boxes, “Anyone hungry?”

@freakfink· liked for a canon - dialogue starter !

            ❝ I was looking for my brother… ❞

𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐍     of rotting lasagna in her hand, staring at Jonathan who was sneaking around the woods along the back of the Fink home. “You’re way out here, Byers,” she commented before slinging the expired food into the distance and walked off the porch towards him. “I didn’t--  I didn’t know Will was missing,” there’s a sympathetic tone to her voice as she scanned the darkening woods thoughtfully, “Do you need--  like, an extra pair of eyes?”

“𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔,” 𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃        the man in a booth at the 24 hour diner she washed dishes at. She was coming around for her lunch she spotted the famous writer drinking coffee and looking miles away. She walked over and tilted her head for a closer look before nodding, “Yeah, yeah, you’re the writer. You wrote that horror story, right? They’re turning it into a movie,” she explained unable to think of the name of it. “I really liked it. The ending was--...”

𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍’𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘       her mother now lived at and with all their weird deaths happening around the sleepy little town, she was even more panicked about Mia being so far from her. Of course, she knew her mother was safer in the care home than she would be with Ferris, what with Ferris working nights at the diner, but all that pent up panic and suspicion came barreling down on her when she was admitted into the community room and she saw some monster of a man talking to her mother. The nurse said he was a cop, but Ferris never did trust any cop as far as she could throw them.

“Can I help you?” Ferris interjected when she reached the two on the patio off the community room.

               "  i  simply  do  not  vibe  with  the  couch  .  —-  no  ,  but  my  living  room  isn’t  big  enough  for  the  vr  shit  and  a  couch  ,  so  i  compromised  and  tossed  the  couch  ,  obviously  .  ”     her  question  pulled  a  laugh  from  him  ,  far  too  loud  for  the  little  restaurant  but  it  fell  without  his  permission  .     “  on  a  bed  !!     i  couldn’t  sleep  in  the  living  room  ,  it’d  give  me  massive  anxiety  .  ”     strange  things  gave  him  anxiety  like  that  ;  not  sleeping  facing  the  door  ,  his  back  not  being  to  the  wall  in  a  restaurant  ,  etc .     but  handling  the  fairly  moronic  people  they  had  to  deal  with  at  the  pizza  place  ?     piece  of  cake  !     vic’s  mother  is  the  sort  of  karen - esque  person  that  is  the  sole  reason  people  in  his  line  of  work  hate  their  jobs  ,  but  hearing  her  ,  seeing  how  to  react  and  how  to  deescalate  the  situation  for  over  twenty  years  ,  well  ,  it  was  second  nature  to  him  now  .     it  didn’t  bother  him  as  it  did  most  other  people  .     “  god  ,  no  ,  no  !!     no  ,  in  the  game  the  animatronics  are  big  ….  i  don’t  think  they’ve  even  made  the  animatronics  in  real  life  yet  —  i  mean  for  general  sale  ,  you  know  ,  i  think  private  people  have  made  them  somewhere  at  least  for  sure  .     —-  i  won’t  let  you  go  too far  ,  i  promise  !!     the  only  thing  that  bugs  me  out  about  vr  is  looking  down  ,  but  other  than  that  ,  i’m  fine  .  ”

𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐃. 𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃        a little foreign in her ears but it was clearer than it would have been without her hearing aids and she liked the way it bubbled there; sinking in slow and thick until she was grinning and giggling lightly herself. She didn’t know why she thought what she was said was funny but when he laughed, she laughed. It was just--  responsive. Victor laughed, she laughed. Victor smiled, she smiled. He was contagious and she was infected by him--  badly. You might say she had a crush on Victor and she did, they were dating after all, but the crush had been there since her first day at Pizza Hut when Ferris was being yelled at by a customer and he swooped in, like a knight in greasy armor, and he fixed it. He calmed the irate woman down and got her the food and out of the restaurant all without breaking a sweat. He was just--  amazing like that. “You picked VR over comfortable seating?” she repeated with a smile, “No, yeah, I mean, right, sure. Of course,” she snickered shaking her head and biting into her burger again, using her sleeve for the bit of BBQ sauce that got caught on the corner of her mouth. There’s a blush blossoming on her face when Victor reminds her that actual animitronics for the game would probably be ten feet tall and highly impractical to own. “Right, yeah--  sorry.” She sucked down some milkshake before saying, “Um yeah though, I mean, that would be fun. I’ve never played VR so--  it’ll be--  cool.”

“𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐘! 𝐇𝐄𝐘, 𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐘, 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓 𝐔𝐏!” 𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑        the youngest Weasley as she wiggles around and between students trying to reach her. Shouldering her bag higher on her side, Ferris sighed lightly once finally free of the groups of student filing to their next courses. “Hey, um, hi, you’re on the Quidditch team, right?” she inquired looking down at her shoes them up at the other girl. “I was-- um, I was on the team at my old school and,” there’s a nervous clearing of her throat, “I thought--  I thought maybe I’d try out for this team. Anyway, I’m a little rusty and--  and i was hoping maybe you could run some drills with me? If--  If that’s cool with you?”