#guiltcarried

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@guiltcarried​ || X

Bill grinned into the kiss, leaning casually against the side of the Wheelers’ home. Saying goodnight to her got harder every time. Apparently Nancy had some of the same feelings given her proposition. One that he was more than eager to accept. Not needing to leave when all he wanted was to stay was a relief. 

Sneaking around wouldn’t be necessary if they went to his house, although he suspected that Nancy not being home at all would be much more noticeable to her parents. There was no way he could say no to those big blue eyes of hers, however. 

“If you want me to stay, then I’ll stay,” the boy replied, chin dipping to catch her lips in another kiss. “I love spending time with you too, and I hate leaving you,” he murmured, one hand leaving Nancy’s hip to gently tuck her hair behind her ear.

[chaoticrebels]

✩༺♥༻✩ ━ She'd killed him.... Nancy's hands shook as she ran. Her lungs burned for air. She'd been in Atlanta for college orientation. Her family had been there to visit the campus and drop her off. That had been three days ago. Her parents and Holly had been killed early on. She and Mike had hulled up in her dorm room. He'd gone out for help yesterday and she hadn't found him. Not until today.  She'd used her last bullet to put him out of his misery. Now her fingers trembled as she locked herself in the cab of an eighteen wheeler, tucking herself into the floorboards so the walkers couldn't see her. Turning on the CB radio, she just hoped someone would hear her. "Hello....? Hello anyone please? I need help... I don't want to die...." 

✪ 。゜ ⠀ ☆ 。゜ ⠀ ★ Answered » { Nancy }

✦ —   * ⠀ / ⠀ 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 ⠀﹕⠀ ❪ @guiltcarried​​ ❫

When the world went to hell, Daryl had been hunting with his father and half uncle. Just getting back to the city was a challenge but the male had managed, had even found his brother until he lost him again in a chaotic moment. So now here he was searching for him again, which had lead him to a police station. He was trying to help out the best he could when he heard a call come over the CB, causing him to grab it. ❝Hello, I hear you loud and clear. I’ll be glad to help but first, I need your location..❞ The male didn’t know the female’s situation but she sounded so scared so the least he could do was rescue her, well if he could get to her.

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Steve was sure he was dreaming for a moment. Especially because he wanted to have that for so long. His feelings for Nancy never faded, in fact he was sure they grew only stronger. After everything they had been through, together and apart, he was able to watch her grow, become a powerful young woman. But he had thought she had moved on. Especially with Jonathan. You couldn’t blame him he directly jumped onto her. But as more as he thought about it and he let her words sink in, he took a step closer towards her. “You’re serious?” he asked, a mixture of lust and love growing inside him. “Because there is no backing away once I’Ve started?” he amde sure with a grin. 

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@guiltcarried​ || X

It was so incredibly easy to get distracted around Nancy, he couldn’t be blamed for getting caught up in the way that she moved. Even if all she was doing was writing notes on her flashcards. Something that he was supposed to be doing as well, but he had found something much more interesting to focus on. 

Getting caught admiring her was far from surprising since Bill wasn’t even bothering to hide it, and all he did was grin at her in response.

“Why? I’ve already been accepted, plus I already know this stuff inside and out,” he replied, laying on his side and propping himself up on one elbow. “And they’re not nearly as pretty.” 

“Haven’t you gotten into your dream school already too?”

[bchemianrhapscdy-archived]

"I'm not wearing any underwear. Just thought you'd like to know." {From Nancy @guiltcarried }

&. 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

Steve immediately stopped in his tracks, letting the information she had just given him sink in. Why the heck did she say something like that? Blinking a few times, trying to realize that he wasn’t dreaming or asleep, he let his gaze wander around to look at her. He opened his mouth but nothing came out at first. How could it? He was in loss for words, and he wasn’t sure which intention was behind her words. “Why-... you-... I’m-...” no sentence he started seemed to get finished. He cleared his throat, bringing his thoughts back together. “What was your intention when you gave me that sort of information?” he asked her, finally a proper sentence. His heart was beating fast, maybe a little too fast for his own good. And he knew he better not get his hopes up too high. They had their chance and he knew he had a hard time getting voer her.

@guiltcarried​

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@guiltcarried​ || X Nancy heard Bill's voice from her bathroom and blushed, looking down at herself, his shirt hanging off her lithe frame. 

"Uh....I think I found it," she grinned, padding back into her room, her curls a mess from the night before. 

"Sorry... I didn't know you were awake yet. I just wanted to brush my teeth before I said good morning." 

God she hoped Bill didn't regret this, cause she knew she sure as hell didn't. 

He was grateful that when he woke up it seemed like there was no one else in the house besides he and Nancy. Bill wasn’t about to question where the other Wheelers were when they were so lucky to have gone unnoticed. 

Bill had managed to find the majority of his clothes, which was good because there was no way he’d be traipsing around someone else’s house naked, but hadn’t found his shirt quite yet. Nor had he seen the brunette. Not until he decided that he needed help on his search and called out his plight.

Bright blue eyes met when she stepped into the room and all of a sudden finding his shirt didn’t matter anymore. Not because he had found it, draped over Nancy’s delicate shoulders, but because of the way she looked in it. It seemed to fit her despite it being far too big. Then again, she would probably be beautiful in just about anything. 

“No, it’s okay. Really. It looks a lot better on you anyway,” Bill replied with a bright grin.

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@guiltcarried​ In all truth, Nancy thought today was going to go smoothly. She'd been studying with Bill, her mind on chemistry when she'd paused, a moment when everything seemed to falter, and in seconds she was breathing the musty air of the upsidedown. Ash floating around her. She was in her room as it had been, frozen in the past. 

A gasp of surprise left her lips, and as quickly as it happened, it disappeared, though it hasn't stopped the tears from instantaneously rolling down her face. 

"Jesus!" She gasped, nearly curling in on herself. For a moment she forgot he was there. 

The silence was comfortable as they sat and studied. Bill had already received his acceptance letters and scholarship offers but that didn’t stop him from wanting to do well. The only person he had to prove anything to was himself, however nothing would get in his way of reaching his goal. He had done everything he could to make sure that he got into the schools he wanted and now it was just a lot of biding his time until he could get out of here.

Nancy seemed to understand that more than anyone else he had met here in Hawkins which made their friendship grow fairly quickly. 

Quickly enough into something more which meant when the peace that had settled over them changed he felt it immediately. When he looked over at the brunette and saw the tears his concern only deepened. Tentatively reaching out to her so as not to startle her --- although the faraway look in her eyes told him he would no matter what he did --- fingers gently wipes her cheeks clean.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he assured immediately once Nancy was back to herself. “You’re safe right now.”

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@guiltcarried​ send: 

If there was one thing the people of Hawkins were good about, it was gossip. People talked about the guy that bought Benny's.

Ghost stories....is what most of it seemed like, but Nancy had a feeling she knew better. Coming in one afternoon, she was glad to see the place a little less than busy.

"Hi....you're Dean Winchester, right?"

Dean looked up from behind the counter of the burger restaurant, raising an eyebrow as he watched the young woman curiously. “That’d be me yea ... how can I help you?” He asked, curious to know why that girl wanted to make sure who he was. Wasn’t it pretty known that his name was Dean Winchester? People in small places like this tended to talk, right?