#girlvolution

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@girlvolution​

              Steve’s feet padded down the sidewalk; brand new white Nike shoes were almost too bright to stand in the sun with. He’s focus was a little dispersed, the traffic, the darkening horizon, walking out of work still in his Family Video getup. He carried a plastic bag. A half dozen vanilla ice cream cones expired that day, his manager let him take them home -- 

“Hey, Nance!” he said, grinning a bit. He stood there awkward for a second, then he says, “How ya been? Care for a cone?”

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𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐃. body moving from her hospital bed before she’s aware of what’s happening. the person in her mind is doing the work, while she inside is forced to just endure it. she finds herself in a part of the hospital that’s under construction, halls seemingly empty. but then, rounding a corner, she finds herself face to face with a familiar face. “nancy?” she doesn’t know nancy well, only knowing what steve told her of their relationship. the mind flayer doesn’t tell debbie anything about her either, only gives off the vague feeling that she’s a threat. “what are you doing here? there’s no public access to this wing..”

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"I was wondering — where did you even learn how to shoot a gun? Because I'm pretty sure it wasn't dad who taught you"

Mike had seen his older sister maneuver different types of guns with scary accuracy over the past few years when supernatural disasters haunted their town and lives, but he had never actually given it much thought; not until he realized how useless he actually was in comparison when facing some kind of direct danger. The type of danger he didn't have time to come up with a plan for.

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I adore your Steve!

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“Naaaance,” Steve groaned, feeling the girl squirm beside him. “What’s going on?” He couldn’t even open his eyes. His skin was a little wet from sleep; the sheet underneath him didn’t mesh well with the air mattress and slipped off. But he pulled her closer underneath the fleece blanket. “It’s okay. I listen to the crickets when I get anxiety. My mom says I couldn’t go anywhere without a cassette of cricket sounds in the car.” Nestling into the nap of her neck he thought he smelled oatmeal and something florally. That, or he was having a stroke. Here, half asleep, somewhere in between reality and Nancy Wheeler, he would’ve been alright with either.

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“tell me how to make it better.”

“Look, I don’t know, okay?” Steve spoke sternly, doing his best to keep his emotions at bay. “I think I just... need time.”