#bucklway

A lot of this blog I talk about Harringrove (Billy Hargrove /Steve Harrington) and that means I am also a pro Billy blog. If that isn’t your cup of tea, please scroll away now.

I also heavily ship Hellcheer, Bucklway and RoVickie.

I do not ship Steddie, Byler or Ronance. I have nothing against those ships. I just don’t personally ship them.

Outside of Stranger Things, I also sometimes talk about Lawrusso (Karate Kid/Cobra Kai)

Cheers!

- M

Heather: Hm.

Robin: Why is there a horse here.

Heather: Hm?

Robin: *Gestures to horse* Why is there a horse in our living room.

Heather: Oh. I stole it. It's friendly.

Horse: -> Horse. <-

Robin: Hm. Okay. Yeah. Friendly. Sure.

Heather: So you're not worried about the mermaid?

Mermaid: *Waves*

Robin: I'm more worried about the horse.

Heather: You're worried about the horse.

Tagged by @thatgirlwithasquid (Thank you :D)

This is from some random WIP I have saved.

Today was a flower kind of day. The magic infested woods grew flowers everywhere, kinds that didn’t actually exist, flowers that don’t grow here in Indiana, flowers that did grow here. Buckley, Harrington’s friend that had Heather found casually flopped on the boy’s bed, had rambled the entire language of flowers at her, only because Heather had introduced herself to her. It was amusing to watch the rose shine on her cheeks. She’s not sure if was to go along with the dilation of her pupils as Buckley had stared at her that did it or how she never seemed to pause for breath long enough before continuing on her spiel. Heather hadn’t stopped her rambling.

She was a beauty, Robin knew.

She would sit quietly watching her, the way she would stand on that stage, paintbrush in hand like a blade.

It was maddening how beautiful she was. Robin would come here every evening after work to watch her.

Robin doesn't actually know what was going on. A production probably, judging by location. There were others here, but Robin didn't really care all that much about them.

No. She was here for Heather.

The way she would practise her lines, the way her voice sounded?

Heaven.

Robin stayed silent in the empty seats of the theatre, listening to her speak. She sometimes practised with this boy, the actor playing this hero sort of type. Heather was the villain turned protector of the tale, least that's what the script had said.

Hey, it was laying on the ground, Robin was curious.

Robin would follow her lines word by word, mouthing the responses underneath her breath, pretending she was the one Heather was speaking with instead. Imagine being on that stage as the lights shine red with danger, chin tilted up with metal kissing her skin and into the eyes of-

She's not though. As much as she yearns.

Heather turned to the one woman audience, and their eyes lock.

She smiles.

Robin finds her beautiful.

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There was a lake by the hiking trail Robin takes every Thursday. It's small, so nobody really does anything there except for the occasional traipse around the shore. Some fishermen, but there was no official dock or anywhere to really set up, so it was more of a feature than any use.

Well, that's what people say anyways. Every Thursday Robin sees a girl in the lake. She's tanned, hair that looked like molten chocolate copper in the sun, tousled in just a certain way that made her an angel. The mysterious girl would swim in the lake, taking casual laps or floating on her back without caring about all the bacteria that could be in that lake waiting to piggyback on her.

Robin doesn't know her name, but she was pretty. She was awfully pretty. Steve would have teased her to Venus and back if he found out she was being a massive lesbian again, staring longingly at a mystery girl as she passes by a lake on her Thursdays out hiking.

Well, Steve was perceptive to a fault, he would find out anyways, she thinks. He only reason he hadn't found out now was because Steve was nice enough to not immediately drill her for any love interests at random. Keeping her mouth shut around him was hard enough, because she wants to gush about lake girl, but really she has practically nothing to go off of. If she wanted to ramble, she might as well do it right.

Going up to her was too much for her heart anyways.

Besides, there was no guarantee she even swung that way. For all Robin knows she's as straight as a doorframe with a sexy boyfriend who was more beef than lean meat and a personality that radiated confidence. Admiring her from afar was better. Less heartbreak that way.

Robin wasn't entirely the most stealthiest of things though, or maybe she's been too obvious, because as she stops to gaze longingly mystery girl is staring up into the trees.

At her.

She couldn't be blamed for getting so startled she lost her footing and fell down the slight incline between the path and the lake.

She also couldn't be blamed when her face lit up like a stoplight upon lake girl laughing at her plight (It was a beautiful laugh) before coming over to help her up in a position that the sun filtered behind her like she was an angel sent from the heavens to ask if she was okay.