❝They said Celia Harrington fell from grace and was buried in a dark hole with no escape.❞
[ stranger things season 1 - ??? ]
[ nancy wheeler x fem!oc ]
can't you see that i'm the one who understands you? been here all along so, why can't you see? you belong with me
𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 - 𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭
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"ABSOLUTELY not."
"Come on!" Nancy begged with a laugh from where she was standing in front of her closet, pausing to glance at Celia, who was sitting on the girl's bed. "Remember Halloween when we were thirteen? You dressed up as me and I dressed up as you - it was so much fun!"
"Exactly," Celia interrupted, rolling her eyes and falling back on Nancy's bed. "Not to be rude because you look absolutely cute in your clothes but I'm never even going to touch them again."
Nancy turned fully to face her and frowned, her shoulders sagging. She was silent for a moment before tilting her head. "Can I do your eyeliner?"
Celia sat up again and blinked once. She let out a groan at Nancy's excited grin. "Okay," she said, and Nancy rushed to get an eyeliner pencil, but Celia held up a hand to stop her, "but only if I can choose your lipstick colour."
Nancy stopped in place and scrunched up her nose. Celia really tried not to be offended. Nancy had that look on her face that told Celia she was debating in her head, and then let out a defeated sigh. "But nothing too dark - you know my mom."
She sat down next to Celia and put various lipsticks on the bed that she had taken from the table. "I like your mom," Celia stated, eyeing the different colours.
"She's-"
"They are all boring," Celia cut her off, gesturing towards the lipsticks. "Come on, Nance," she murmured and reached forward to catch a strand of Nancy's hair, noticing how the girl's breath hitched. "Try something at least a little bit more," her blue eyes captured Nancy's dark ones like the sea hitting the shore as she lowered her voice into a whisper, "daring."
