✰ rebel rebel ✰

>> robin buckley

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>> erica sinclair

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>> eddie munson

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@sarcasmco

there’s a humming in steve’s head, he hasn’t been sleeping well the past couple of weeks. it gets harder the more hawkins seems to be going to shit to sleep at night. there used to be a time where all steve wanted was to live alone and now that he finally did it wasn’t what he expected it would be. it was different when his parents were more like roommates at the house, at least he could go to bed knowing that he wasn’t the only person in the house. it’s too quiet now. steve finds that he has to turn the radio and put it on low or keep the tv on in another room just so he can get himself to sleep while setting up the traps in his house. he didn’t know where the paranoia really started but his eyes are closed, and he’s rubbing his temples as he leans over the counter. it’s a slow day at work and they’ll be locking up soon, with halloween around the corner they’ve been getting a lot of horror movie requests and people fighting over the last of a few vhs. he sighs, stands up straight and looks over at robin. “are you spending the night tonight?” he wants her to, but he won’t say that out loud. “i have nothing in my fridge so if you are we’re going to have to get groceries or something.”​

location: eddie’s trailer when: evening with: @sarcasmco​

“Dude. I’m not going to be able to make pumpkin pie anymore. That’s sick.” Gareth waved his hands out in front of him in outrage, replaying all the information the news spewed out earlier that day. Sure, he was making jokes but in reality, he hadn’t stopped thinking about the circumstances surrounding the two patches. It was the same thru line that kept popping up – that sludge. The sludge that Gareth jotted down in notebooks, had weird theories in lists that made no sense to anyone but him. It felt insane to be considering all of this but it was too weird. It was not right. He played it all off as a joke only for the sake of saving face. “And they were fine…what last week? I don’t get it. Do you get it? Because I definitely don’t get it.”

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲 / @sarcasmco​

      dani’s sneakers hit the dirt , hands joined together on their lap as another minute passed and only made them feel that much more antsy .  it had been that morning when she had rang robin practically desperate to see them , much of their words encouraged by the fact that dani often found themselves thinking of the other . there was no more neutral ground for a reunion than the quarry - the breeze alone was chilling enough . the rustle of leaves pulls dani out of their thoughts , abruptly standing from the spot they had been sitting on the ground and turning towards the source . ❝ about time , ❞  they tease lightly with a sheepish smile that warmed her expression . it really shouldn’t be this difficult to muster easy conversation . ❝ thought i’d have to go find you myself . ❞ 

open !  where: bradley’s big buy supermarket ! 

it’s a slow day, and they’ve gotten an open box of cinnamon toast crunch open. they’ve been trying to flick one into their mouth for the past twenty minutes but have been pretty much getting sugar all over their face. they sigh, leaning back looking at who they could bother and seeing someone walking by. they smile, and say, “i have a proposition,” they dig their hands into the cereal box, “if you can catch this with your mouth no hands i’ll give you the box for free,” granted, shiv had eaten half of it already, it was already unpaid for, but details. “seems like a pretty good deal to me considering the prices went up.” bradley’s big buy supermarket would always have ridiculous prices, it doubled since the earthquake but people loved their branded foods even if shiv found it a little ridiculous. 

jonathan had been coming to this since he could remember, nothing really changed, and he took the same pictures every year and somehow someone always managed to scare him. but then again—jonathan was easy to scare. they were easily spooked, no thanks to lonnie byers and the upside down. his heart rate is finally going back to normal and they pull their camera up to take a picture of eddie laughing even if it’s at the expense of jonathan. a couple years ago jonathan started building a photo album for will if they inevitably decided to leave hawkins for good they’d have all these photos for them to take with them. he shakes his head again. “if i dropped this loaner,” he says holding it up before smiling. he wouldn’t have blamed eddie, but they definitely would have cried. “it isn’t, and yet i’m still here every year.” they agree. 

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Heather was grabbing a drink at the counter which marked her second for the night, but it was nice to have something warm like this when she was freezing in this bikini top. While she may have looked great, she was wondering if it was worth it as even the shawl wasn’t protecting her from the cold. She wrapped it around her a little tighter, as if that would do anything, and took a drink to help warm her up. As she looked around, her eyes stopped on Robin and they widened as she saw her bite into a leaf. “Robin!” She said quietly, but in a surprised tone. She moved towards her and gave her a look of concern. “What are you doing?”