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dandelionwines‌:

she opens her mouth to argue about trail mix not being enough but she knows they will just continue to go around in circles. as long as she gets him to get food that doesn’t perish quickly or easily, the trip is a success. as he speaks, sydney looks through the shelves and plucks things that she knows abbott likes or that she thinks she might. “it’s still so weird to think of you as a doctor.” she comments. “not bad weird- but it’s interesting weird. that even in this life you’re in a field that is centered around helping other people. nice to know not even witches can wipe that part out of you.” she more than anyone knows how big of a heart he has even if he doesn’t always show it.  sydney glances towards him when he mentions divorce. unfortunately she understands the urge. “i did that when lonnie left. i convinced myself it was because i needed to support two kids on my own- and maybe that was part of it- but i needed the distraction.” what sydney didn’t want to talk about was her cursed backstory. because it was unbelievably cruel. she looks at the sugary items in her own cart and throws bran cereal in for good measure. “…does this count as bribery ?” 

           he knows she desperately wants to bicker about his choice of ‘food’, but she’d resort to giving little comments here and there. he wouldn’t expect anything less from her. “you would think i was a little more healthier, but i still love donuts---a little too much.” that habit stuck, along with his other vices which usually was controlled but now living alone they managed to sneak back in. “even if people still think i fucked up,” he mumbled to himself still thinking back at the fight with jane--- one he still couldn’t get out of his mind. he wanted to apologize, but he also knew he was right. he had no way to contact her, he knew she was back to being falon and did not know how long that would last. “at least you had kids to keep you grounded. i had everything and i lost it all. every single thing. but now my life seems like a rollercoaster.” nothing he couldn’t handle. head turns towards the woman as a silent chuckle escapes, “you can mix it in and she’ll never know the difference.”

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hvmcnisms‌:

“then i won’t tackle you.” mila’s words were just as monotonous as emmanuel’s, perhaps even more so. it was safe to say that she still wasn’t entirely too happy with him. it’s not like she was actually going to physically attack him, though. she’d already gotten her fill back in that spare room in the byers’ home. “that was definitely a way to greet someone, though. nice job, hopper.”

          “good.” he tended to give one worded answers when the situation asked for more. especially in situations when it involved jane, his daughter. he knew the situation was strained with all the women in his life. “how would’ve you done it? you’re still pissed, just like she is. guess that’s why you got along.” he knew it was more than just ‘along’ but he didn’t want to think about it.

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sweetbcys‌:

    “i mean you’re right. it’s not like i’m at college at the minute and it’s been a while since i’ve done any theatre.” he was used to singing and acting on stage more than anything. the flowers had just been a job at first, but as soon as he realised how much flowers brightened someone’s day? his entire view just changed. it showed how soft he was, not just as cameron, but as lucas too. “if erica was around, she would have made herself more known at this point. and she hasn’t.. so i’m not so sure about what you’re saying right now.” he couldn’t help the scepticism, but it was mostly just because of how frustrated he was. that was wiped from his head as soon as the other spoke again, his hand moving to the collar of his shirt to toy with it out of habit. “yeah? i’m not going to blabber to anyone.” that was doubtful, but he would try his best at least. “i promise. now what’s up?”

           it wasn’t like many boys did theater in the 80s, now did it only become normalized for boys to join choir and theater and not be bullied as much. he was glad times were progressing. “at least you have something to take your mind off of things.” the last time he remembered hawkins he did actually remember many good times, unfortunate times which ended with a school dance and now they were here. “maybe she doesn’t know who you are---or what you look like. you were literally thirteen.” he gave the boy a confused look, because even he did not recognize the boy when they first bumped into each other. eyes narrowed as the other spoke and contemplated whether or not telling him, but it wasn’t like he had many friends who even knew about his past life. “i want to give joyce something nice.”

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dandelionwines‌:

“i do listen to you ! but you still need food in your house that isn’t expired.” ever since they reunited, will stops by frequently, which is why she needs to do shopping in the first place. sydney wants to point out that once eleven wakes up, she’ll probably end up doing the same. but she doesn’t. she follows after him and affectionately rolls her eyes. “at least they’ll be some variety, then.” she takes the lead and walks over towards the aisle with the sugary breakfast options. not exactly her favorite thing but abbott likes them. “do you work all the time because you have to or because you want to ?” 

                “i have trail mix---- that keeps me full until i have a long enough lunch break.”he knew he needed food in his house, but also knew it’d be a waste of food especially since he didn’t really stay there very often. chanel had her own place, falon had her new life---- it was just him in that place and while he did want it to feel more homey, that didn’t really happen. “i like to spice it up sometimes.” the cereal and coffee were in the same place, thankfully he did always keep coffee in his house, no matter what. he grabbed his favorite columbian style coffee and threw it into the cart. “somedays its a regular 8 hour shift, oncology and sometimes trauma if they need me. other times i’m oncall for 30 hours which isn’t the best but we’re not exactly the best staffed. after my----” he paused as he went on to look at cereals to avoid sydney’s stare, “divorce i took on more shifts. but even without that i still worked long hours.”

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dandelionwines‌:

“ji- emmanuel !” sydney scolds. “you have nothing in your house. less than nothing, actually.” she reminds, pulling a cart out from the bunch so he has one to use. “plus, i hate grocery shopping alone. so it’s a win/win: i make someone else suffer with me, you have more than expired frozen dinners in your freezer.” sydney drops her purse in the child’s seat built into the cart. “are you going to make that face the entire time we’re here, or what ?” 

                 emmanuel lets out an audible sigh as sydney proceeded to scold him, he should be used to it but he never did seem to learn. “if you’d listen to me then maybe you’d know why i don’t have food.” he muttered as he rested his elbows on the cart as he walked inside of the store waiting for her. “i threw those out so it’s just---- other stuff.” if he admitted to only having beer in his fridge she’d probably kill him right then and there. “i’ll change it up every once in a while, don’t worry.”

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dandelionwines‌:

⠀⊰⠀⠀closed start⠀⠀⊱⠀⠀sydney⠀& ⠀emmanuel .

what happens when your child always comes to your house and goes through a remarkable amount of food ? frequent market trips. what happens when you’ve got a ‘friend’ who hardly keeps anything more than crumbs in his own kitchen ? you drag him along. that’s whats got sydney standing outside the market place, one hand on the handle to her cart. her fingertips drum lightly on the plastic until she finally sees emmanuel walking up the sidewalk. “i was beginning to think you didn’t take my threat to drag you here by your oversized ear seriously.” @bcntancort

                emmanuel did like to cook, but he didn’t really have time--- nor did he had the energy to do it. most of the food would go bad anyway, but when he tried to explain sydney was having none of it. he almost contemplating not showing up, but knew that’d ruin whatever they had established---whatever this was. he had gone home, showered and changed into some regular clothes. he walked up to the store, he’d gone a couple of times, but stopped after his shifts were becoming longer. “i already told you how i feel about them,”brows furrowed slightly. he looked at her, “do i really have to do this?”

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“why the hell would i tackle you in public? i have more class than that.” mila doesn’t take her eyes off of the menu above her, stuck between a crispy chicken sandwich and just an order of fries. maybe both…with a strawberry milkshake…and an order of chicken nuggets. yeah, all of that sounded perfect. “wouldn’t have known it was you if you hadn’t said anything. it’s not like i’d been paying attention to who was behind or in front of me.” mila has yet to actually turn to look at jim hopper – pardon, emmanuel betancort – but she knew that when she did turn to face him, it would only remind her of that night in november when she realized she’d been lied to for nearly a year. she understood why he’d done it. at first? not so much. but after a while, she could kinda sorta, maybe, almost see his reasoning behind it. didn’t make it any less stupid, though. “unless, when you say ‘hope you’re not gonna tackle me in public’ it actually means ‘kick my ass right here, right now.’ if that’s the case, let me take off my earrings first.”

              “now,” he responded a little too quickly to the girl--- odd seeing how everyone literally thought he was a boy. it was weird to think about, even now. he hadn’t explained himself, but jane and her were extremely stubborn and only thought about the supposed betrayal. a part of him would always check his surroundings, it had become a habit since his draft and it stuck especially after the incidents in hawkins. he figured she would be the same, but he guessed paranoia seemed to only be his speciality. he had destroyed his already crappy home to find the bug and did lock up el for precaution. he hoped they would understand why he did it one day, hope they can see that they tried especially now that their lives were broadcasted for everyone to see especially he tried. he really did try. “no, i don’t want you to tackle me,” he replied in a monotone tone, seemed very typical for the man especially how she responded.

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sweetbcys‌:

    “now that’s a thought. simulated flower shop game? dope.” he teased, eyes rolling in an instant. the mention of his sister and his eyes fell again, not wanting to show how much it really was hitting him. she was always a pain in his ass as she got older, but he loved erica with all his heart. and he desperately wanted to know how she was doing. even if she wasn’t awake from whatever this curse was, he just wanted to make sure that she was safe and happy. “i didn’t know you knew that i had a sister..” but of course he did. he was the sheriff for a reason. he probably knew everyone in hawkins. “i just feel like everyone has someone. a-and..” an involuntary sniffle escaped from him before he shook his head, not even wanting to continue on with his thought. “i’m fine though. you’re sure you didn’t want flowers for someone? or yourself? they’re nice to have at your apartment..”

               “it is pretty much your life right now. might as well play the part,” it caught him off guard in the beginning but he soon realized how he used it to express himself. something that wasn’t really done in the eighties. he knew how it felt to not know where family was, it was excruciating when they’re taken away, and even more when they don’t know who you are. “hawkins isn’t exactly new york city in size.” a part of him had missed new york, his life before sara’s sickness but he had to realize that part was gone and this was his reality--- even if he knew it could be taken away at any point in time. “don’t say that--- you of all people know how she is, she’ll show up eventually. we all didn’t just come out of this at once.” he knew it was hard for the boy but he also knew he’d find a way to deal with it, just like they all dealt with their hardships back in hawkins. he shook his head a little too quickly but then stopped, “if i tell you something will you keep your mouth shut about it?”

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sweetbcys‌:

    cameron’s ears practically perked up as soon as he heard the familiar voice, his head snapping the others way as he moved to greet him. he wouldn’t necessarily call him a father figure, but he had certainly been there for him when he had no one else and when hardly anyone was awake. “i mean, i’ve got a year left of studying game design, hopefully i’ll be doing that as soon as possible.. flowers are nice though. there’s something about them.” he was certainly the most sensitive out of the entire williams family. all boys with different personalities, but cameron wasn’t afraid to show how he felt. “uh, fine.. i guess. i just… want to go home now.” the boy shrugged, gaze locked onto his hands for a few seconds. “but forget about that.. you’re here for a reason, right? what do you need?” 

                he knew it must’ve been hard when cameron was all alone, it wasn’t a good feeling knowing people but then not recognizing him. luckily, emmanuel was one of the first ones to remember his past life and quickly joined cameron into finding the rest of their friends and family, but not all were found and he knew that affected cameron. “are you going to make a flower shop game? you kind of have to.” emmanuel felt weird without his doctor’s uniform, just like jim felt off without his officer’s uniform. he stuffed his hands into his pockets as he walked closer to him. “i’m working on it---- a lot harder than it seems.” he paused, “i know you miss your sister, i’m sure she’s alright.” it was the same when he couldn’t locate his family, or even his siblings when he was in new york, it made him feel empty. “just here to check up on you.”

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dandelionwines‌:

“well then you better have recorded it- ‘cause i’m never going to say it again.” she promises. her eyes roll. “it is a lot. which is exactly why you can’t ask me to let you take it on all by yourself.” she’ll drop it for now, but no matter what he wants, she wasn’t going to let him go through it alone. jim didn’t leave her alone to deal with the hawkins’ mess back then, she is going to return the favor. “i do have a lot to deal with.. but things are settling down. kind of. i found out a lot of crazy shit recently.” the crazy is primarily from her cursed brothers ; their stories threw her into an endless state of confusion. “but i’ll always have time to help you, jim. if you even think you can get out of that you’re crazier than anyone ever thought i was.” joyce grins. she’s so unapologetically out of her mind when things are bad, she doesn’t even care that’s how she comes off to other people. patience or subtlety are not virtues that she possesses. “i’m going to ignore that ‘mainly you’ comment…” she says. joyce leans over to kiss him- gentle and quick- before she settles on her own cushion. 

                 “is that one of those scenarios where no one will believe me if i tell them?” of course, if he did tell someone they would immediately ask why he was alone in his house with joyce byers, the one that got away and no one knew about. “i’m not asking you to let me take it on all by myself, i’m just saying the majority will have to be.” it was something he never really faced, other than jane’s safety. no one knew she was even alive, it was something he kept from everyone---- even joyce. “guess we both did,” at least his cursed life was calm, something he could handle. it wasn’t like he was dealing with monsters from another dimension and government agents attempting to ruin his life. “i know you better than you think you’ll let me do this alone.” it was something that almost brought a smile to his face, after his divorce he felt alone until he slowly started to reconnect with joyce, something that secretly made him excited. shoulders shrug, “or maybe you’re the most patient out of the both of us.” after all, she did wait till the 60s for this moment to happen.

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                he contemplating his decisions regarding joyce, it wasn’t as if they were exclusive, but he still felt he needed to do something nice for the woman. he walked into the flower shop, instantly forgetting who worked there. shit. he closed his eyes, he could always go in as if he just wanted to check up on the boy, he did from time to time. “still can’t get over the fact that of all the things in the world---- you became a florist.” lips curled into a slight smirk as he looked around at something she would like. “how’re you holding up, kid?”

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                the reason jim always wore his hat in hawkins was because his hair, after a certain length and emmanuel also opted for the ease of a hat. of course, it was rude to keep your hat inside of an establishment, but times change. he had the day off from work and decided to indulge in some fast food, there were still habits emmanuel couldn’t break, like jim’s need for a double bacon cheeseburger with avocado. he walked into the diner establishment, in line he recognized a girl. someone who in the final years in hawkins he spent some time with and regrettably the last time he had seen them they weren’t the happiest with his decision, to be fair neither was his daughter. “hope you’re not gonna tackle me in public,” he told the girl as he looked at the menu.

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Im currently mobile but like/ comment for a starter from Jim Hopper (Emmanuel) , Salem Saberhagen (Atticus), Kol Mikaelson (Sebastian) or Peter Parker (Stephen).

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dandelionwines‌:

“i wouldn’t just start yelling.” joyce protests. “i would smile, say ‘of course, your majesty’ and then i would start yelling.” she’s comforted by the arm that’s around her but affection- even from jim- is unable to alter how her mind works. she’s a worrier, a fixer and a skeptic all wrapped into one. she can’t simply leave things alone. especially if it’s painful, as this clearly is.  “this-” and what this was she doesn’t know for sure. “-doesn’t mean that you can’t talk to me. you’re dealing with a lot now, jim. i don’t know anybody else who has one daughter that’s come back to life and another that has superpowers.” the corners of joyce’s mouth curl downwards just a little but they quickly switch directions. “it doesn’t have to be one or the other. i’m a great multitasker !!” her tone lightens at the end and she hopes the small joke can ease jim a little bit. joyce reaches for his other hand and squeezes it gently. “i’ll be there for you, 100%… if you’ll let me.” 

              jim’s eyes narrowed slightly, “now you’re just exaggerating. but majesty does have a nice ring to it.” he knew it wouldn’t change her mind, but he also knew it was worth a try. he also knew she wouldn’t let it go despite his habit of wanting to forget things especially when they just spill out. “i know--- it’s just--- it’s a lot.” he did handle this mishap a lot better, but who was to know how long that would last. “but you also have a lot to deal with--- both of us do.” jim’s head turns toward joyce as he looks at her and smiles, not at her joke but at the way she always attempted to lighten things up. he never came to know joyce in this life until now and it made him sad. it felt as if he had to take this opportunity. “of course--- we just have to be patient, mainly you.” lips curled into a smile.

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fairvercna‌:

falon had originally become a candy striper in order to meet the community services hours required to graduate from high school. but after while, she fell in love with it, and still volunteered every once in awhile when the hospital needed her to. lately she had been working with live-in oncology patience, particularly children who needed company outside of doctors or nurses. she had just finished the first half of her shift when she had been sent to the break room for her lunch. the last person she expected to see when she stepped through the door was emmanuel, the strange man she once met at the coffee shop. falon came to an awkward pause as she noticed him. she visibly debated leaving but knew she needed to stay put in case her supervisor came looking for her. “…hi,” she mumbled, setting her stuff down at the table in the tiled room. 

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                emmanuel had finished daily check ups on the pediatric patients and it always pained him to do so. it took a lot of out him, constant flashes on his own daughter in their position, but he knew better than to ever let that show. instead he masked his pain with a big smile on his lips to give them hope that they’d make it out of there, alive. he always put on a personality for his patients, jim’s theatrics came in handy. emmanuel rarely had time for lunch, maybe a short ten minute break before returning to his rounds. he was a specialist, but he hadn’t been practicing long enough to be stabilized. he came to a pause when a familiar face walked through the doors, heart dropping as he realized she didn’t remember a thing. “hey,” he muttered as he punched a couple numbers into the vending machine.

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dandelionwines‌:

as jim chooses to continue on with the serious topic, joyce frowns. not because she doesn’t want to talk about it but because she hates what she heard. reuniting after being separated by a goddamn curse should be a blessing, not a source of stress. “she what ?” she gasps. the words throw her through several hoops as she sits down in the spot he beckoned her to. “sara actually said those words ?” joyce couldn’t imagine what she’d do if will had said anything like that after he was brought back from the upside down. her heart would shatter. “and what happened with el ? what do you mean she’s ‘still arguing’ ?” 

               this was, at least he liked to think it was, a happy moment in their lives and now he was ruining it by talking about life matters. issues that he felt he had to deal with on his own, like he always did. jim placed an arm around around joyce’s shoulders as he lowers his head slightly. “if i tell you to forget i ever said anything will you actually listen or will you yell in my ear like you usually do?” he turned his head towards her, looking at her--- he couldn’t remember a time they were ever this close without jim’s obliviousness. it was different, he liked it, but it scared him. “lets do this---- let’s just forget about the kids for a minute.” he paused, knowing they had been separated from them for what seemed like eternity. “let’s just... focus on us. enjoy this.”

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flowcrmoons‌:

❛ ◈    SHE ROLLED HER EYES but not in an annoyed way. she wasn’t annoyed by him or his overbearing paternal instincts when it came to her health. it was hard to be the one who was sick but she knew it was hard to see someone you love be sick. she was smart enough to infer that losing a child was one of the worst pains a person could go through- if she could put him at ease, even a little bit, she would. “it’s a copy. you can have it. you’re.. you’re my dad-” jeez, that was still weird to say. “-so it’s sort of like.. your right to, or whatever.” chanel slipped through the doorway and examined the entrance to his house. “you can read it, you can ignore it. like i said, it’s a snoozer.” of course, it wasn’t. but she was trying a little too hard to keep the mood light. she didn’t like how their last conversation went.

          he watched her, he had missed her. they didn’t end on the best note and emmanuel didn’t know how to go about the situation. he hadn’t raised a daughter before, sara was seven when she got taken away and he had only been with jane for about a year. it wasn’t as if that qualified him as a father and yet--- he was one. he looked at the cover, expression softening once more thinking about how that illness still plagued her life. “if you want---- we can take it slow. this is all still new to you, the notion that i’m--- your dad.” even he thought it was still odd to refer to her as his daughter. “you’re an adult, i don’t have to know anything if you don’t want me to.”it’s not like he wanted to talk to her oncologist but he knew very well about doctor/patient confidentiality. “listen---- i’m sorry for the way i reacted. it was a lot to throw on your plate at once.”