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It’s winter in Hawkins, and Mike and Will aren’t speaking anymore. Living in Mike’s house, Will tries to be invisible, spending most of his time in the basement.
Then the power goes out — and if there’s one thing he dreads more than facing Mike, it’s the cold.
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Seven nights in which Mike and Will have to sleep in the same bed, even though they’re barely friends anymore.
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The car pooling, she thought, represented this blurring of boundaries: not quite work but not quite personal life, either. If somebody asked her if she ever saw Langdon outside of the hospital, what should she say?
Mel and Langdon car pool to work.
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Romance is a lot easier to write about than it is to put into practice, and Eddie is the world’s most ridiculous living example of that. He can practically hear the kind of jokes that Shannon would make about it, if he ever told her about the books but - he didn’t. And somehow, probably just because he didn’t start writing until after they weren’t living together anymore, she never found out.
There’s actually only a handful of people in the world who know that Eddie is a writer - and more specifically, that he’s E. Diaz, one of the bestselling romance authors on the market.
or - the one where everything in canon is the same, except eddie diaz is secretly a bestselling romance author, and nobody knows. Yet.
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It's just — every time he walks in, a skip to his step like he's still surprised he's allowed to be here — all she can see is his new key-chain jiggling against his keys, a gift he'd shown to anyone willing to look; Tanner made it himself, Abby let him give it to me for my sobriety anniversary. No, he doesn't know that's why, he's five. Isn't it great?
And it is, she'd thought — said — absently. He fought so hard to keep his relationship to his children, to his now ex-wife, even as he went through the motions of rehab and recovery and constant HR meetings and random piss tests everyone conspicuously pretended weren't happening. He'd fought so hard, of course it's great.
Or it would be, Mel thinks, ducking away with lukewarm coffee in hand, if she didn't know the image of that key-chain like the palm of her hand.
Or, rather, like the soulmark on the back of her knee.
[or: soulmateism made literal]
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Eddie mans the LAFD Twitter account. Buck tries to be supportive.
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