5 Works by rulemodel
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Steve huffs begrudgingly. He doesn’t really want to spend his Tuesday and Thursday nights watching some random kid, but arguing with his mom when she’s already made up her mind is like trying to stop a freight train with brute force. “Okay. I’ll do it.”
Tuesday comes far, far too fast.
Steve pulls up to the Byers’ house just after five, the late September sun transforming almost everything in Hawkins into shades of orange. The house is strikingly small, set back from the road with a cluttered yard and a worse for wear front porch. It certainly isn’t the place Steve usually finds himself, and he feels weirdly conspicuous as he gets out of his mom’s car. He realizes, he’s never really seen the shitty part of Hawkins too much. A small surge of rare gratefulness rushes through him.Or, when Steve takes on the job of babysitting a young Will Byers, his life changes in some various unpleasant ways.
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Vince is apparently not as moral as he thought. It had started off innocent, and for a while, it stayed that way. But there’s only so much hugging and sleeping in the same bed and snide comments he can handle before his brain somehow connects the dots.
And the Morgan of it all—Jesus Christ. It’s not like she makes it hard for anyone to fall in love with her. She’s sharp and ambitious and just so alive. Vince is a weak man, and he knows it. If you dangle a strikingly pretty and competitive woman in front of him, he is going to get hypnotized.
Or—
After a particular interview, Vince uses his brain and actually makes a decent decision.
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"Thanks for being more entertaining than counterpoint."
Mari laughs. "Low bar."
They walk in opposite directions without saying goodbye. Nat heads back to her dorm, and she can hear Mari's footsteps going the other way until they fade out completely.
She's not sure what it was about tonight—maybe just having someone else there who was also having a shitty time—but the walk back doesn't feel as empty as usual.
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Five times Natalie Scatorccio knows less about Mari Ibarra than she wants to, and one time she does.
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"Why let me go? I could... I could come back. Take more."
Mari shrugs carelessly. "If you're stupid enough to come back," she bluntly answers, "I'd rather deal with you myself than let the help handle it. They are not nearly as interesting as I am."
She doesn't wait for a response. The French doors close behind her with a soft click, and the night swallows the sound whole.
It’s after midnight, and someone is picking through Mari’s drawers.
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Melissa might as well just turn around, go back to her apartment and bitch at Gen about this later, because she was the one who invited Melissa over in the first place.
Just as Melissa turns on her heel, ready to leave, the door swings open. Though, instead of Gen standing there with a stupid grin, it’s someone else— A girl around the same height as her, brown hair pulled into a messy ponytail, and an unimpressed expression that makes Melissa immediately feel like she’s done something wrong.
Or, after being stood up by Gen at her own dorm, Melissa takes an interest in her friend’s roommate.