#day nine

[umweiss]

☾ Southern Water Tribe 𖤓

something wholesome ♡

#zutara month 2023 #day nine #southern water tribe #avatar the last airbender #atla #fanart #zutara

[ghostly-penumbra]

Ectoberhaunt 2023. Day Nine

"Dragon"

Ao3 and as a stand-alone

“Would you like a drink, Danny?”

“Just some pop, please.”

Danny’s boss snorted but accepted easily enough, handing Danny a can of cool Pepsi whilst he twirled his whiskey.

“So, do you like your job, Danny?” His boss asked without preambles.

Danny didn’t really need to think about it, he answered honestly, “Yeah, it’s chill. The pay is good and I’ve been kinda nocturnal since I was fourteen so the late hours are no problem for me. The tips are great too, and the patrons are… wild, yes,” his boss huffed a small laugh at Danny’s understatement of the night-club goers, but didn’t interrupt him, “but no one has, like, tried to punch me or something, so I don’t mind.”

“That’s good.” His boss said softly and drank some more of his whiskey. “Look, Danny, contrary to what you may have heard of me, I am not in the habit of conquering other realms and enthralling their rulers, so know that you are not my vassal and I don’t want your Kingdom. I don’t even want my Kingdom! I’ve quit! But! You don’t look like you want to leave.”

“I would very much like to keep my job, if that’s at all possible.”

Lucifer Morningstar, owner of the nightclub Lux and Danny’s current boss (so far, at least), put his tumbler aside and gave his full attention to the young man sitting across from him.

“I don’t want you to leave, either.” The Devil said. “You’re a good employee and even Maze likes you!” He said this like it was either the biggest honour or the biggest abnormality.

Mazikeen was cool, even if a tad violent, so he took the comment both ways.

“But you do know that it’s not a good look for the King of Ghosts to be working for the King of Hell, right? No matter that I’m retired or that you are alive.” He rolled his eyes at the last bit.

“Yeah. That’s, I’ll get an earful for that.” It would be from the Observants, though, and he really didn’t care for their opinion, so it would just be a minor annoyance.

“And whether you stay at Lux or not, the pantheons have certainly taken notice.” Mister Morningstar rolled his eyes again and looked at Danny with pity, which, yeah, inter-pantheon relations was not something the Ghost Zone wanted or that Danny was interested in engaging with.

“Ah, yes, the rammies.” He made a face at that. He really didn’t want any god (lowercase g, all of them) snooping in his realm to see what his relationship with the Devil was.

But if shit was going to hit the fan anyway, why not keep his well-paid job?

“It’s not a problem for me,” the Devil kept saying, “I’m happily retired! For you, on the other hand, they’ll see you as my vassal if you don’t really get anything out of this, –no, a weekly salary with legal benefits means nothing to these beings.” He said before Danny could interrupt. “If there was something I could just give you as a boon–” He stopped and a large smile slowly spread on his face. “That’s it! I am a genius!” He stood up and began pacing back and forth whilst Danny just clutched his can of pop.

“Uh, what is it?” Asked Danny, sipping his pepsi.

“I will give you Hell!” Ignoring his employee choking on his drink, the Devil carried on. “We can say you are my apprentice, or you can be my actual apprentice if you want me to teach you the ropes, and I will give you the Key of Hell and you can add it to the Ghost Zone! No one will be stupid enough to give you any trouble for it, and I will finally get my annoying family off my back.”

“But they’ll be on mine!” Danny protested once he stopped choking. “I don’t want to have Hell! I didn’t even want to be King of the Ghost Zone, I was just the dumbass that defeated the old one! I- I just wanna get through college, afford my half-life, and become an astronaut…” He put his head in one hand, the other one holding the can against his forehead.

Why this? Why couldn’t he be fired for sleeping on the bar, like a normal person?

“Oh, please, Danny, you’re a young King, hardworking too; you must want more than that.” Mister Morningstar looked him in the eye not obstructed by pop and spoke slowly, with intent, “Tell me, Danny, what do you desire?”

“To protect everyone I care about, anyone that needs it, to help them.”

“Mm, kind of basic and boring but-”

“And to reach the stars, to sail through them in the infinite night.” Danny blinked hard and shook himself off. “That’s not cool, sir.”

“Dual Obsession?” The Devil said, easily ignoring Danny’s complaint. “Not very common; befitting for a King. So what you want to do is help. You can do it being King of Hell!”

“That doesn’t sound likely.” Danny’s response only made his boss’s smirk return, and then the Devil really began his sales pitch.

How, if Danny became the new King of Hell, he could totally help redeem the souls of the damned, and since he was already King of the Ghost Zone, he could take the damned souls of the innocent there if Heaven refused to open the Gates for them, wankers that they were.

“What do you mean innocent souls in Hell?”

That only made the Devil lean in cheerily, “Oh?” He asked. “Haven’t you heard?”

Sold souls, of course. From people who sold their soul to delay their loved one’s death, to wronged firstborns whose parents wanted power no matter the cost. All of them, in Hell.

“That’s not fair.” Danny said with clenched fists.

“Well, it’s not like I have a neutral realm where runaway, wronged souls could take refuge in.” Mister Morningstar said, knowing he had the young adult hooked.

“I-” Danny tried to speak, but felt his core thrumming writhing him. He wanted to help. “I will… consult it, first, it’s- it’s too much.”

His boss nodded sagely, and once again looked him in the eye. “I will extend your insurance to your family and include dental.”

Danny would still consult it with Clockwork and his friends, but he knew he was sold.

#Danny Phantom #Danny Fenton #ectoberhaunt23 #day nine #dragon #ghostly-scrypts #cross posted on ao3 #CrossOver #Danny Phantom CrossOver #Lucifer (TV) #Lucifer Morningstar #surprise crossover #Ghost King Danny

[esilher]

« We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January And this is our place, we make the rules  »

Lover - Taylor Swift

#I love Klaine’s blankets forts! #A tent can be a home! #klainevalentines2024 #day nine #klaine #klaine fanart #klaine fan art #Esilher’s drawings

[hoodies-n-cola]

@eddtober 2023 - Day 9: Your Own Episode

Sort of a mid part of the Fun Dead episode where Paul finds Lil' Dave after having to kill his friend/Dave's mom, Denise

#eddsworld #my art #ew fun dead kid #ew paul #eddtober #eddtober 2023 #day nine

[gallawitchxx]

A.U.gust 2023 | DAY NINE - College

thanks to @gallavichthings for hosting! 🥳

Legend has it that the room in the far corner of Thurston Hall is a certified drug den. Uppers, downers, pills for studying, pills for partying—you want it, they have it. 

Who are they? Who knows. But every new tenant has picked up where the old left off. A bed and a campus job in one.

Ian knocks, cursing his roommates and that stupid bet.

The guy who answers has knuckle tats and a towel slung low around his hips. Rivulets of water drip from wet black hair. 

Ian stares.

“Here to buy shit or what, Red?”

“…Or what.”

#i'm a couple behind but i will catch up! #a.u.gust 2023 #day nine #college #shameless #shameless fanfiction #ian x mickey #bee writes 🐝 ✍🏼

[falsettoseveryday]

yes that's MY LIIIIIIFE

life is never what you PLAAAAAAANED

life is moments you can't

understand

#this song means so much to me actually #falsettoseveryday #falsettos #trina falsettos #day nine

[heynikkiyousofine]

12 Days of Smutmas: InuKag Edition

On the Ninth Day of Smutmas, My True Love Gave to Me: Nine Not-So-Hidden Hickeys

Early morning light seeped through the curtains, giving their bedroom a soft glow as flurries began to cover the ground outside, signaling the start of winter. Curling her toes and sighing in blissful happiness as she stayed cocooned in bed, next to her hotter than normal temperature hanyou husband, Kagome replayed the previous night’s events in her mind.

read on ao3

taglist under the cut:

@blairex ; @mamabearcat ; @enchantedink-ag ; @splendentgoddess ; @mandirox89 ; @sailorlolo ; @mustardyellowsunshine ; @knittingknots ; @yukinon-writes ; @clearwillow ; @keichanz ; @serial-doubters-club ; @malditamigs ; @zelink-inukag ; @shinidamachu ; @banksdelivers ; @that-one-nerdy-gal ; @sarahk21 ; @dchelyst ; @anisaanisa ; @lavendertwilight89 ; @otaku-108 ; @sailorbabydoll92 ; @queerkagome ; @chit-a-to ; @liz8080 ; @lightmidnight ; @shikonstar ; @soliska ; @inukagbot ; @brain-rot-hour

#inuyasha #inukag #inukag smut #fluff and smut #12 days of smutmas #inuyasha x kagome #day nine

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January And this is our place, we make the rules And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?

Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home You're my, my, my, my Lover

We could let our friends crash in the living room This is our place, we make the call And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all

Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever) You're my, my, my, my Lover

Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand? With every guitar string scar on my hand I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue All's well that ends well to end up with you Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover

Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever) You're my, my, my, my Oh, you're my, my, my, my Darling, you're my, my, my, my Lover

#klainevalentines2024 #klaine fanfiction #klaine fanfic #klaine #glee fanfiction #day nine #lover #taylor swift

[a-reader-and-a-writer]

Day Nine of Cillian v Joel: Fighting

Following yesterday's thigh-related indiscretions, I forfeit one gif.

Gif from Pinterest

Day Nine of Cillian v Joel: Fighting

This was actually more difficult than I thought to find gifs, but I'm happy with what I found.

What do you think, @green-socks? 👩‍⚖️

#day nine #cillian murphy #vs #joel kinnaman #cillian v joel #takeshi kovacs #pete koslow #rick flag #ed baldwin #tommy shelby #blood tw #tw blood

[chilimissy]

Cheese factor for day nine of spooky viewing

#killer klowns from outer space #spooky #spooky movies #halloween #day nine

[ultimate-eeveelution-battle]

Day Nine

[Image ID: Flareon and Eevee, two Pokemon, with fancy backgrounds behind them. End ID]

#day nine #flareon #eevee #flareon vs eevee #ultimate eeveelution battle #poll #polls #pokemon poll #pokemon polls

[ghostly-penumbra]

DannyMay 2023. Day Nine

“Ghost Zone”

Ao3

Danny lounged upside-down on Clockwork’s Tower, watching the ageless (read: old) ghost watch his screens placidly. Danny couldn’t tell what was so riveting because to him, all that it showed was static, constantly buzzing. He always wondered what Clockwork saw.

“So…” Danny said, re-taking the topic they had left trail off, earlier, “if the Ghost Zone is where wayward souls go when they don’t wanna die, how do other… afterlives, think of- how do they see us?” Danny may be still alive, but he was also a ‘citizen’ of the Zone.

He was the friggin’ King.

“That, just like everything, depends from person to person, from being to being, from their culture, their history and personal experiences, as well as interpersonal.” Somehow, even when he didn’t speak in riddles, Clockwork managed to convey as little information as he could.

“But…?” Danny prodded drifting loser until he floated between Clockwork and his screens.

The Master of Time gazed at his student, whose own purple cloak currently didn’t defy gravity and thus fell down from his shoulders, staying in place only by its brooch clinging to the boy’s chin. The cloak had been Daniel’s idea, when he had asked Clockwork to teach him whatever he may need of the history of the Ghost Zone for his position as King –thinking that Clockwork was the least biased of all ghosts. He was wrong, Clockwork hated the Observants and would let Daniel know this–, had said that it seemed fitting, with a mischievous smile, It’s like a school uniform, if school uniforms were cool!

The old timer, currently toddler-shaped, sighed softly and gave the boy a half smile. “The greek don’t want anything to do with us, they won’t give you trouble. The norse may try to test your might, but ignoring them isn’t unheard of. Though most pantheons don’t recognize the Ghost Zone as an afterlife of its own, since it’s not affiliated with any pantheon, regardless of Pandora’s residency here; they see it as a wasteland, where only scum hides, cowards that can’t accept their fates.”

Danny scowled at that, rightfully indignant.

“Nonetheless,” Clockwork continued, placing his elderly hand on the crown of Danny’s head and rotating him in place, clockwise, obviously, righting him up. He didn’t bother removing his hand, though, “as loathe as they are to admit it, they respect the Crown, and are afraid enough of it to not just disrespect the denizens of the Ghost Zone.”

He ruffled Danny’s fluffy white hair and took his hand back.

“So… say, if any of our ghosts finally wanted to move on, it would get complicated, right?” The boy asked. “You don’t make them sound like they’d welcome ours…”

Clockwork smiled pleased and smug (but Danny had learnt not to take offense to his mentor’s smugness, since it’s usually directed at someone else, someone with only one eye, several someones with only one eye).

“If that were the case, then you would have to reach out, with friendship in mind, and seek an agreement, an arrangement, that best worked for all involved; showing ourself as strong, but willing to cooperate, flexible, yet not a pushover.”

Danny grimaced, drifting again to go back to being upside-down. “Bureaucratic stuff, right?”

“Of the worst kind, yes.”

#Danny Phantom #DannyMay2023 #DannyMay 2023 #day nine #ghost zone #ghostly-scrypts #dannymay #Clockwork #clockwork my beloved #Danny Fenton

[feferi-daily]

Hello draw Feferi and Jade hanging out pls!

Day nine!

Is T)(IS w)(at t)(ey call t)(is )(uman emotion called friends)(ip? 38D

(yes artblock is kicking my ass and my grey marker ran out )(alfway but we P-ERS---ERV-ER-E!)

#feferi daily #day nine #feferi #feferi fanart #feferi peixes #homestuck #homestuck feferi #homestuck fanart #feferi peixes fanart #traditional art #traditional drawing #jade harley #jade harley fanart

[thenatashamaximoff]

The Last Day Of Christmas; Day 9

Summary: On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me...

Pairing: Wanda x Reader

List of warnings could be found on the masterlist

Words: 1,784

✎ | ☃

December 22nd, 2022 (Present Day) You couldn’t stop the smile from lighting up your features despite having just woken up, walking into the kitchen to see Wanda using the cutting board you had gifted her the other day was just enough to replace that sleep in your eyes with a sparkle of happiness. You didn’t hesitate to walk into the kitchen, looping an arm around her waist as you planted a kiss on her cheek. After the light giggle that bubbled out of her throat, the two of you settled in a comfortable silence as you helped her finish cooking. You were a bit surprised she hasn’t mentioned the gift of the day, though you had to have figured that she was up to something by the way she had been avoiding eye contact with you ever since you had walked into the room. Yet you still continued forward, eating breakfast in silence, even cleaning up in silence.

You had cleared your throat, leaning against the sink as she loaded up the dishwasher, watching her blankly. She still hasn’t met your stare, and you were feeling nauseated at the fact that you were incapable of looking into her fanfiction green eyes. “What’s wrong?” you finally questioned as she loaded the last dish into the machine. Her movements faltered at your inquiry for a moment before she closed it and began fiddling with the buttons. “Baby-” Your voice caught in your throat when she met your eyes for the first time, seeing the guilt hidden behind the emeralds. “What’d you do?”

She straightened her form, wrapping her arms around herself as she breathed out heavily. “I found the present,” she confessed, rubbing her arms nervously as you stepped away from the counter, “and I opened it.”

“Wanda-”

“I know!” she expressed, huffing nervously. “I felt so bad after I tore it open.”

You sighed, scratching the back of your neck. “I mean, it’s not the end of the world,” you assured her. “It’s only a simple quote.” You tilted your head when the shame lifted off her face with a beaming grin, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion as she quickly grabbed your wrist and guided you into the living room, tugging you past the Christmas tree with the ever-growing presents building underneath it, pausing in front of the wall. You sighed once again upon seeing the present you had gotten her already hanging up, the framed quote hanging below the photo of the two of you on your first date. “You wasted no time, huh?” You looked at her, an eyebrow raised. “You didn’t actually feel bad, did you?”

“No, not at all,” she admitted, grinning as she shrugged casually. “Isn’t it nice, though?”

“Please tell me you remember the quote,” you stated, turning back towards the picture, but you could feel your face drop in disbelief when you heard her hum thoughtfully. “You don’t?”

“I’m kidding,” she said, laughing lightly. “Here, I’ll even tell the story.”

━━ᗢ━━

May 20th, 2019 You had always been nervous when you had felt it was the right time to ask Wanda to move out of the compound and find a house with you. The two of you have been sharing the same room there anyway, so the only difference would be having an entire place to yourselves; your own kitchen, your own living room. Just a place out of the prying eye of your fellow teammates. Though you had always tried to convince Wanda to move her stuff out of her room and into yours - Tony was looking to recruit that spider boy for a while now, the kid might need a room.

But it wasn’t you who asked Wanda, it was Wanda who asked you. And the relief that you had felt when you had found out that she was at the same level as you were is beyond describable. Now, the two of you just have to go through the painful process of finding that house that you connect with. The perfect house. Which was easier said than done.

“How many houses have we looked at today?” Wanda questioned, your eyes traveling up the house as she pulled to a stop in front of it. “This’ll be number four.” You had left her to answer her own question, though you did look at her with a raised eyebrow. “And, by the look on your face right now, I’m assuming there’ll be a number five soon.”

“I’m not feeling it,” you told her. “What if we go back to house two? At least I felt something with that house.” You huffed back into the seat, pressing your fingers against your forehead as your eyes fluttered close. “We got this. This could be the house. We’ll never know until we go inside.”

Wanda watched you with a small smile as you climbed out of the car, greeting the realtor with a wide grin. He has dealt with this kind of undecided doubt before, he clearly had the patience for it, yet she couldn’t help but feel bad for the guy. She killed the engine and got out of the car to trail after you as you walked into the house.

“This place is nice,” were the first words that came out of Wanda’s mouth upon entering the home. She sent you a toothy grin when you looked at her, the realtor sending her a grateful smile. She stepped into the large, empty room adjacent to the kitchen, spreading her arms out wide. “This is obviously the living room, with a sliding glass door to the backyard!”

“Hex-” You cut yourself off when she held up a finger, walking past you to stand in the middle of the kitchen. You released a sigh when she, once again, spread her arms out, looking at you expectantly. “That’s clearly the kitchen.”

“See? The vision is already coming in.” She gestured for you to follow her as she made her way down the hall, and you released a sigh as you did. She disappeared into a room, and you couldn’t stop the smile from appearing on your face no matter how hard you tried. “Bedroom?”

“Bedroom,” you agreed, fully giving in to the smile.

“The bathroom’s across the hall,” the realtor stated from the doorway, “and there’s a spare bedroom if you two plan on having any ki-” He cleared his throat when you both turned your head to look at him, Wanda’s eyebrow raised silently told him to continue speaking. “Company.” He smiled, but the fake moment of happiness didn’t last long. “I’ll just wait outside.”

You looked at Wanda, though the grin that was on your face never returned. Instead, your eyes shined brightly with unshed tears, your bottom lip trembled, and you whispered an incoherent apology as you hurried out of the room. She didn’t hesitate to chase after you, following you as you made your way out the glass door and into the backyard. She lingered back as you looked up at the sky, your shoulders slouching as a tear managed to escape its prison. “I’m sorry,” you said, a bit more coherently this time.

Wanda sighed, stepping forward to stand next to you. She didn’t look anywhere but at you, her hands itching to wipe away that stray tear. “What’s wrong?” she asked. “Is it the house? We have one more we can look at, Y/N.”

“It’s-” You cleared your throat, shaking your head as you looked down. “It’s not the house.” You sunk to the ground, holding your knees to your chest nervously. Wanda joined you in the grass, crossing her legs as she looked at you. 

“Do you not want to move in together?”

“Of course I do,” you expressed, meeting her wary gaze. You huffed, furrowing your eyebrows in what she couldn’t tell was anger or sadness. “Wanda, I’ve been wanting to move in with you for months.”

“Talk to me, detka,” she whispered, searching your eyes for any sign. “I need to know what’s bothering you.”

You breathed out shakily, pursing your lips together tightly for a brief moment before you said, “I just need the house to be perfect for you. I… I just want it to give you something to look forward to coming back to everyday.”

“Oh, baby,” she laughed, tilting her head as she brought your face in between her hands. “It’s not the house I’m looking forward to coming back to. It’s you.” She chuckled lowly, smiling as her thumbs wiped away the loose tears covering your cheeks. “Y/N, I’m not picky about the house we move into, as long as you come with it.”

You stared at her, sniffling. “That was really cheesy,” you confessed, causing her to laugh. The corners of your lips twitched upwards into a brief smile. “Like, that was off the charts of cheesiness.”

“Alright,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Wherever you are, Y/N, that’s where I’m meant to be.”

“Do you like this house?” you whispered.

She laughed softly, nodding her head. “This is the perfect house.”

“Then we’ll take this one.” You smiled at her, leaning forward to press a soft kiss against her lips.

“Not to ruin this intimate moment or anything,” you pulled away, your jaw locking in annoyance as Wanda looked up at the realtor with a wide smile, “but did I hear that you two are taking this house?”

“Yes,” Wanda answered, chuckling. She smiled softly, turning back to you to meet your gaze. “We’re buying the house.”

━━ᗢ━━

Present Day Wanda sighed as she brought you into her side, looking at the framed quote in front of her. “‘Wherever you are, that’s where I’m meant to be.’” She smirked. “I’m pretty sure I read that in a fortune cookie or something.”

“I don’t even care,” you stated. “I know it from you.” You looked at her, feeling her lean close to you. And when her lips were inches away from yours, you laughed lightly as you slightly pulled back. 

“It still stands true,” she promised, leaning forward to brush her nose across yours, pulling a smile out of you.

“Oh, yeah?” She nodded as you smirked. “What happens if I go somewhere you can’t?”

“I’ll find a way,” she claimed, moving to step in front of you. Her body still flushed against you by your arms, the tips of her fingers teased your jaw as she met your gaze. “I know wherever you go without me, Y/N, I’ll find my way to you. Through hell and highwater.”

“Let’s hope I don’t wander too far away from you then.” She started to smile, but it was interrupted when you closed the distance between your lips.

#wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #wanda #maximoff #wanda x reader #maximoff x reader #scarlet witch x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #reader insert #christmas #day 9 #day nine

[redflagsandbanners]

#Ronancetober _ Day 9

After years of sitting shut, the piano has become another piece of furniture. A stale presence, a fix in the picture of the grand house. An object and a surface to be cleaned every weekend, to shine by wiping the nonexistent layer of dust from the polished wood. A reminder to keep in mind and break the loop by calling in a tuner to keep it properly fixed for no reason other than - than something.

The last time Karen Wheeler sat in front of the piano was when Nancy had just turned eight years old and wanted to practice her new ballet moves to live music. It'd been a good afternoon. A bright one that keeps its most important details in Karen's mind even a whole decade later.

Today is a good morning. October's dark clouds have parted for the rare grace of honest, golden sunlight to shine for the Saturday's early hours. The car is already left to the mechanic. Ted is at work; Holly is at her best friend's house; Mike won't be up for a few more hours; and if Karen is to judge the loud sounds of her eldest daughter coming in at the crack of dawn from the party down the block, then Nancy will also not be coming out of her room until late noon.

It is an opportunity to clean the muddy stains from the wooden table and chairs in their backyard. They fell victim to the sudden storm that coated the world in stains of dirt, because no one had remembered to cover them.

The breeze is chilly, but in symphony with the warming sunlight. After the storms, the golden rays are gentle to one's eyes. They playfully illuminate with the droplets of water on the bright, green grass and the chipped corners of the fallen, yellow leaves.

Karen places her cup of steaming coffee on the table and folds the cleaning rag for the outdoor furniture, picking up a mental plan on going around the set and wiping the mud.

The world smells of wet soil. Life given by the traces of rain and the caress of sunlight.

It takes Karen a minute to register the music.

An eased melody coming from keys delicately pressed with expertise. The intensity sways out of the kitchen's closed door and to the breeze of October. The piano solo wraps along the scents of the world, carrying them as if with another prospect. The music dances in the golden rays of the sunlight.

Karen barely manages to keep herself upright at the wonder. The piano in her living room finally given life.

She can picture the fingers of one hand sway over white and black, the fingers of the other arm waving along the music to offer the deeper undertones to the oddly familiar melody. A breath of soul, exhaled from the depths of the house.

The girl sat in front of the piano barely looks awake; dressed in Nancy's favorite, purple, Emerson t-shirt and one of her daughter's sweatshirts, unzipped and with the hood pulled over her bowed head. Strands of short loose honey brown hair drop out of the fabric, hiding her face.

Fingers covered in rings wave their way over the keys. So much like the gentle reflection of a bird flying over the waving surface of the ocean. The girl plays with the kindest of laziness, not even trying to build her music but simply only living in its soft, morning sound.

Karen likes Robin with the same intensity a mother feels for her child's apparent happiness. The softness in Nancy's eyes when her best friend speaks; the hidden teasing comments about the world only shared between the coy meeting of their gazes; the natural posture of them simply standing by one another as if always meant to be paired up.

Karen knows how Nancy laughs when Robin leans close and mutters only a couple of words to her ear. Karen didn't know Robin played the piano.

Karen didn't know the kid could create such beauty to the world without even trying.

When Nancy rounds the kitchen corner with her back on her mother and approaches Robin with two steaming cups carefully held in both hands, Karen doesn't flutter at the sight of the kiss.

Her daughter tips down to naturally brush her lips on her best friend's own and Robin naturally tilts her head up to keep the contact for as long as one more breath can take.

At the gentle kiss, Robin's hands keep moving as if possessing mind and soul of their own. Robin doesn't reach for the offered steaming cup, but her eyes never stop following Nancy as she circles around and comes to sit on the stool too. The next melody drops to the pace of a ballad full of romance and peace only able to be conveyed by the wonder of this music and, even from here, Karen can see her daughter smile at the other girl with a loving illumination shining across her face.

Karen takes a moment to sit on the clean chair in October's warm sunlight. Wraps both hands around the hot porcelain of her own cup, listening to the wonderful music that takes her back a couple of decades, to a bar that doesn't exist anymore, to a grand piano placed on stage and the way she used to play for hours to no end, for patrons that came just for the music and a drink and a laugh with their love, with their friends, with their own loneliness.

Karen closes her eyes, listening to her daughter's laugh pairing with piano's music, and hopes Robin stays with Nancy for a long long time.

#ronancetober #day nine #robin buckley x nancy wheeler #karen wheeler #stranger things fic #ronance #SOMEONE HAD TO ACKNOWLEDGE THE PIANO IN THE WHEELERS' HOUSE #musician robin buckley my beloved #crawling my way to day 12 #blood and tears are shred

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Today’s reminder!

If you feel down, here:

Kitty kitty.

#daily reminder #day nine #pretty kitty IHFE pics!