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she is my gf omg

When I think about it, I should’ve been hanging out with this girl the whole time. I mean first of all, she’s hilarious. She’s so funny. I feel like this summer, I have laughed harder than I have laughed in a really long time. And she’s smart, way smarter than me. You know, she can crack top secret Russian codes. She’s honestly unlike anyone I’ve ever even met before.

daryl dixon is so baby

I HAVE TAYLOR SWIFT TICKETS

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𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐘 ; 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 ❀

summary: series of random headcanons for what it’s like dating everyone’s favourite lesbian: robin buckley.

word count: 476.

originally posted on my wattpad: -milevenx

some of these are from random blogs that i have taken and changed a little, credits to the owners / accounts i saw

if you can’t tell, robin is my favourite character<3

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THE FIRST FEW WEEKS OF YOUR RELATIONSHIP.

❀ her being super awkward, since she probably hasn't had much relationship experience (and neither have you).

❀ also being super nervous!!

❀ constantly blushing, no matter what. you could just stand next to her and she's blushing like hell. you can't hold her hands without her face just going red and eventually beaming.

❀ you both just referring to each other as 'my girlfriend', more so her - but only to your friends :(.

"anyways. my girlfriend-"

"i swear to god, robin. if you don't stop referring to y/n as your girlfriend i swear to lord jesus above-"

❀ you both being nervous to kiss each other, and staring longingly at each other's lips before just eventually going for it and realising you should've done it beforehand.

❀ when you're talking about literally anything, she always has wild hand gestures and rambles about the subject. whether it be a book or a movie, or steve. anything.

❀ never knows where to put her hands. whether you're kissing, hugging or just simply sitting or laying next to each other. she soon learns that she just likes to hook her arms around your waist.

❀ makeouts and any other intimate situations are gentle and loving. she'd never want to hurt you and always focuses on you mainly.

❀ despite probably knowing each other for a while, she would ask you questions about yourself to get to know you better. even ones she already knows

"okay, okay, your birthday?"

"robin, baby, you already know that."

❀ OKAY I AM A SUCKER FOR THIS. she would ask you for your favourite movies and books and force herself to read and watch them even if she doesn't like them.

❀ ^^ then proceeds to talk to you about them for HOURS, because she loves you so much.

❀ pet names!!!!! this is a huge one, she'd be obsessed. names like 'baby', 'darling', 'my girl', perhaps even 'wifey'.

❀ always taking you on movie and library dates to watch the latest movies and share junk food; and to read books and eat fruits (especially strawberries with sugar on top). super specific but i think that's adorable.

❀ honestly, she is touch-starved. please give her attention. she loves to cuddle you, soon after finding out she's been deprived of them her entire life.

— touch-starved robin buckley gives me life.

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444, you’re okay, i promise.

444 | a sign that one should keep faith and that the angels are watching over one. They have taken it on themselves to guide one to a brighter future. If one sees this number, especially if it recurs, it is an indication that one should give up all doubts on issues related to ambitions and act decisively.

izzie stevens is criminally underrated. where are the fanfics??? even better, wlw fanfics???

maybe when i actually get out of my writers block i should write some .. this is greys anatomy officially entering my masterlist

RIP Neil Perry🕊️

You will always deserve better, but we will never deserve you

“I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately, I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life”

November 10, 1942 —

December 15, 1959

respect girls with a chubby tummy respect girls with stretch marks respect girls with big thighs respect girls with hairy arms respect girls and their clothing of choice respect girls and their privacy respect girls and their confidence respect girls and their rights respect girls who arent fully transitioned yet respect girls with scars respect girls who like girls respect girls who like both guys and girls respect girls who are asexual

respect girls. dont treat them as objects.

𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 - 𝐦.𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐱 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. ❀

summary: after max hears some worrying noises, she finds herself resting in a hospital bed, unable to understand the world around her.

word count: 1k+!

gender-neutral reader, maybe a few hints of a female reader but mainly gender-neutral

ships included: lumax (lucas + max), max and reader relationship is platonic.

warnings: mentions of murder/death, pain, near death, if there’s any missing please let me know <3

ANGST.

SPOILERS FOR VOLUME 2!

edited wattpad piece of mine. (-milevenx on wattpad!!)

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maxine mayfield, or also known as max, moved to hawkins, indiana in 1984 and began school the same year. she was quickly seen as the rude , ‘bitchy’ new girl, and you were seen as the complete opposite. kind, caring, well-known around school for good reasons.

despite the huge contrasts in your personalities, you and max surprisingly got along well - which immediately shocked your friend group.

“y/n, how did you manage to become friends with the new girl?” dustin, one of your other friends, questioned, shock evident in his words.

“i don’t know, dustin, maybe i’m just better than you.” you teased, grabbing the hat off his head and placing it on yours, “come on, we need to go to the arcade.”

a few days after max joined your school, you were paired with her for a biology project. she realised just how kind you were and how you managed to smoothly throw in a few smart jokes here and there and decided to try and be your friend (which she succeeded at).

being maxine’s first friend at her new school, you hung out a lot. everyday after school, most weekends, school holidays, all the time. though, becoming friends with you meant she was friends with the boys, bringing a lot more trauma to you all.

you’d already experienced it and were a lot more educated, so when max was then told about it by lucas sinclair, you felt awful for her. nobody deserved to go through that, especially not a girl who just moved into town.

“hey, y/n, about everything that lucas just told me about, what do you usually do? fight? hide? run?”

“max, we’ll be okay. we’ve fought a monster before, this one shouldn’t be too different.” you reassured the worried ginger girl infront of you. “don’t worry, mayfield, we’ll figure it out.”

worrying should’ve been the top of your list. will began to have more visions, and was always getting rushed to the hospital. it never used to get as bad as it was getting. you worried for your best friend, he’d almost died once and it was likely to almost happen again.

you should've fought more and more, lives were sacrificed and lost to save will, this brought a large pile of guilt onto will and he felt awful.

not long afterwards was the snowball, and everyone had recovered enough to go.

lucas and max ended up getting together and going to the snow ball together, and you sat on the sidelines, silently hyping max up. you noticed dustin was also alone, so you asked to dance with him. the dance concluded rather quickly after that and you continued your life with all of your best friends.

then it got intense. a year went by, and something awful happened. the monster that had been in will's visions - the mindflayer - was back, and was possessing and murdering innocent people. it possessed max's brother, billy, eventually killing him.

a month after this, max cut you off. she began to stay in her house a lot more, and reduce herself to only listening to music as a way to pass the time. she changed a lot. she started taking pills and going to grief counselling in your new highschool.

even though her and billy never got along, she missed him dearly and his death took a toll on everyone. max’s parents broke up and her step-father left, not being able to stand being around the family that billy was once in, and her mother started being more distant towards her.

she soon turned to you for help when she began to hear something that creeped her out.

"hey, y/n. i need your help."

"finally talking to me again, huh?"

"please, y/n."

"okay. hit me."

"i keep hearing a clock chiming. i ask everyone around me if they hear it and they don't. i keep seeing grandfather clocks around the school when i'm alone and i don't have a good feeling about it."

"i'm sorry, what?"

max explained once more and in more detail and you were left with hundreds of thoughts roaming through your head. then you got one that reminded you of things that you wish you could forget.

"could it be the-"

"i think so."

"shit. we should tell me others." max nodded in agreement.

𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏.

you stood in the doorway of max's hospital room, your eyes switching from the state she was in to erica sitting in a chair in the corner of the room and lucas sitting in a chair next to her hospital bed.

he was reading her a book and stopped when he heard you walk in. tears began to fill your eyes, along with his. erica stood up to leave but not before saying goodbye to you and giving you a small reassuring smile.

you sat down opposite lucas on the other side of max's bed and took her hand in yours, squeezing it mostly for your own reassurance before turning your focus to lucas.

you'd been there when max had been attacked by vecna, and when she got rushed to hospital, and you'd visited every day for the past month, but that didn't stop the large fall of tears that occurred every time you came to see her.

you saw lucas there everytime you came to visit and you expected nothing less. even though they broke up over a year ago, you knew lucas still loved her and max had small feelings that had never left.

"she's not getting any better, is she?" you asked hesitantly. lucas shook his head sadly before opening his mouth to speak and closing it again. silence filled the hospital room for a few minutes as you and lucas sat there, admiring who had once been your very healthy, passionate skater friend.

"she loved you a lot, you know." lucas finally said, now taking one of your hands in his and replacing max's. it was now your turn to reply sadly, deciding on a small smile.

"yeah, i know," you hesitated, wondering if you should tell him or not, "she loved you too. no, not loved. loves."

lucas' head shot up almost immediately. "really?"

"yeah. before she cut me off, she never stopped talking about you; even after your break up. she still loves you, lucas. she would go on and on and on about you, it got quite annoying after a while but she's my best friend, so i just got on with it."

silence filled the air once more, the only sounds were monitors beeping and your's and lucas' deep breaths. these noises were soon replaced by small, stifled sobs coming from lucas. you immediately took your hands away from max's and engulfed him in a hug that he quickly readjusted and returned.

"max was lucky to have you as a best friend, y/n. even if she cut you off for a year." lucas said into your shoulder as you hugged.

"and i was lucky to have max." you said in between sobs.

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