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@emphasisonthehair
hello, sorry i disappeared for a bit there, i’ve been real busy. plus getting back into the swing of things after a week of doing nothing really fucks with my brain and takes me a little while to snap back into it
buuut tonight i’ma go (finally) finish ST S4 and hopefully that’ll kick my head back into gear
i am home but i’m also exhausted so i probably won’t do much tonight. this weekend i shall dedicate to doing replies!
okay guys just to let you know i will be away on a camping trip (with little to no wifi) for roughly a week. I will be able to check up on here, but I probably won’t get too many replies done, but if I do, they’ll probably be small and without icons.
but also feel free to chat with me in IMs or discord (just ask for it!) about plotting or screaming about ST V2 or whatever!
Hello all! I will be attempting to watch all of Vol. 2 before I depart on my trip (more about that later) so a fair warning
I will be tagging any and all S4 V2 spoilers with “s4 spoilers” and will keep it that way for maybe a month or so
@maybestronger
Chrissy was never the BEST when it came to asking for help. Her mother had seen it as a weakness and all but beat the instinct out of her from a young age. But the blonde KNEW that Steve meant well. He wasn’t going to offer his help then get UPSET whenever she accepted it, so with a confirming nod, the girl eased herself into the car once he opened the door for her. What a gentleman. Eyes were instantly drawn to the RADIO as the car ROARED back to life, but not minding what had been playing before hand, she left it alone. Sure he had given her full control over the ‘TUNES’ but she couldn’t bring herself to take him up on the offer. Maybe if the ride got too awkward and she needed something to do with her hands a little LATER.
“Hmm? Oh. Yeah.” Shifting in her seat a little bit in order to get comfortable, Chrissy sighed as she answered. Normally she’d be FULL of chatter. Going on and on about how much FUN it had been and everything - surely he would know that about her. They hadn’t been CLOSE per say, but that much was pretty common knowledge. Instead this is what he got instead. Vague. A little distant, but not COLD. Just distracted. Though it was obvious that she had been going out. For while it was NORMAL that she be all dolled up at school in her cheer gear, tonight she was dolled up in another way. Long gone was the rich green of her UNIFORM, and in it’s place a preppy white and pink getup instead.
Pretty lace top above a flowy skirt that stopped mid thigh, and normally pinned back hair now flowed freely around her delicate features. Raising one hand to toy with a stray strand of aforementioned hair, the girl allowed her gaze to SLIP from the road to watch him out of the corner of her eye as she decided he DESERVED a little more conversation than that. “With Jason. He … he got a little too drunk to drive me home so I decided to WALK.” Why did she always feel the need to LIE about that kind of thing?
Once she had safely gotten in, Steve slowly started to drive, making sure to keep an eye out for any other wandering stragglers from said party. He hadn’t seen or heard anything thus far, so he figured she must’ve been left a pretty decent distance from the happenings. It made him ponder all the situations that could’ve occurred to her in the mean time.
Her silence was certainly telling. He’d always known of her to be a pretty chipper individual. Perhaps she was tired or maybe even a little drunk? Still, his eyes would wander over to her every now and then to make sure she was still doing okay. He was able to see the look on her face with any passing street light and he could tell something much DEEPER was bothering her. But it also seemed like she was working out whether or not to tell him about it, so he just remained silent; allowing her the space to come to such conclusion.
His eyes attached to the road, speeding up a little as they now exited the more POPULATED area of Hawkins. Steve noticed her moving from his peripheral, but once she said Jason’s name, his eyes detached to give her a quick, worried glance. He could tell that wasn’t the whole truth. She was definitely keeping something else from him. Was she embarrassed? Or scared? Eyes back on the road, he shook his head in disbelief and partial anger toward Jason.
“Kid’s gonna kill someone one of these days,” he muttered under his breath, barely loud enough for her to hear. “But... that’s all, right? I mean, are you okay? He didn’t hurt you or anything, did he?”
@thefreak-86
Okay, so post show adrenaline was certainly still coursing through Eddie’s veins. He could feel how awkward Steve felt in the hug. He just assumed, after everything they’d been through… No, he was right. This was correct way up Hawkins. Eddie immediately removed himself from Steve. Guess the guy still had some kind of popular rep to uphold or something.
Eddie slowly turned on his heel to look around the bar, barely anyone inside, sticky floors with tables to match, peeling paint… yeah sure, this is exactly where Steve Harrington’s would come for a drink. Still, he did come here. He accepted the on the house beer, and took quite the thirsty drink from it, wincing a little at it’s bitterness. Eddie successfully managed to hold back the knowing smile that Steve was lying but he couldn’t work out why Steve would come here.
“We don’t just roll dice.” he sniggered at the man, letting the bottle tip rest against his lower lip “We just don’t like the upbeat Jock kind of music that Hawkins loves. Could you imagine a guitar solo during a big game? Would definitely be an improvement.” his eyes glazed over as he was already thinking about what song he’d choose to play over the top before meeting Steve’s eyes once more “Though, you’d probably be against that, y’know being an ex-jock and all.”
Originally posted by barnesdjarin
It wasn’t like Steve didn’t like Eddie. Sure, his initial feelings toward him weren’t totally kind, but he’d gotten to know him a lot better since then. Steve actually had a lot of respect and admiration for Eddie. Certainly more than he was willing to let on. He had no problem hanging out with the so-called “losers” anymore. Really, Steve had no idea what his deal was. Eddie just... frightened him. But... not in a bad way? He didn’t know what to think, because whatever Eddie did to him was something... NEW.
His eyes followed Eddie’s as he looked around the bar. Steve hadn’t noticed how empty it had gotten. Not that it was ever very full, but clearly what little audience was there to actually watch had left and only the full time patrons remained. He felt out of place and he was certain that Eddie could tell. So he decided to give in the charade just a little. He didn’t quite relax, but he did allow himself to sit down at the bar where Eddie was and order himself a beer.
A smile did appear on Steve’s face as Eddie started to ramble on, shaking his head at the mention that he’d hate it. “Nah, man, I think it’s pretty cool,” his voice was low, as if he was divulging a secret. “And hey, sometimes they play that Queen song at the pep rallies. Y’know, “We will, we will rock you”’, he partially sang, “There’s a pretty rad guitar solo in that.” Steve didn’t know too much about music. He typically listened to whatever was on the local station, but he wouldn’t necessarily call himself a dedicated FAN.
“You... play any Queen? Or is it all like... loud death music.”
@chimecvlled
“Take my hand, we’ll make it I swear ! !”
@emphasisonthehair hit that ♡ ! ! / / livin’ on a prayer by bon jovi ! !
“What?! Whoa whoa whoa! There’s no way we’re making it down there. We’ll... explode on impact or... something.”
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@emphasisonthehair
From Milford, Texas to Hawkins, Indiana. One small town after another it seemed. Still, this was her senior year and Melinda planned on making the best of it. She had followed some newfound friends to a house party, looking for any chance to socialize. There was nothing to do around here anyways, this was better than sitting at home. Even if she didn’t know whose house she was really in. Maybe she should figure that out, say her hellos and introduce herself. Or… she could take the second option of wandering around the otherwise midsized home. Option B was sounding better and better with every passing moment.
Mindy hadn’t wandered far, the party still raged on around her. She had just managed to find somewhere a bit more quiet, mellow enough without being all alone. That’s where she strikes up conversation with Steve, now resting against a cream colored wall. ❛ Y’know, I don’t even know half of the people here, let alone the host. ❜
Parties were starting to become less and less Steve’s scene. He still went to them; partially to maintain his image, but mostly out of distraction. There was very little to do in Hawkins, after all. But it had gotten to the point where he almost didn’t socialize with half the people there. Sure, people still introduced themselves to him, but he was beginning to find the MUNDANE chatter of game scores and who’s sleeping with who to be unfaltering. And if parties weren’t fun anymore, what was he going to do now?
Resting himself against a wall, he stared off at the people dancing whilst falling into a bit of a daydream. It took a moment to realize someone had approached him again. Steve turned to look at her, recognizing the face. She was one of the new girls; he’d spoken to her in passing, but it hadn’t gone further than that.
A small chuckle came from his lips as his facial features clearly expressed acknowledgment. Steve didn’t know either. “I think it’s like some guy Matt’s house or whatever,” shaking his head. “You’re not crashing, are you?” he curiously asked, a slight smile creeping on his face now.
lol only 2 days till ur fave character dies
@helltothefire
“Are you worried I’m going to hurt myself, Harrington?” Of course he didn’t know how to use a flame thrower nor a machine gun. Nancy could give him a lesson on gun use. How hard could either be? “Um…Home Depot or Walmart. “
Steve remained silent for a moment; perhaps briefly entertaining the idea. Then he remembered that time Dustin tried to explain one of their DnD games and all Steve could grasp from that memory was that letting Eddie Munson run around with a flamethrower probably wasn’t going to end well.
“No. No, it’s a bad idea. If you have a flamethrower, then Henderson will want one. Then Max. Can’t we just get you like... a big sword or something?”
sorry about not being on yesterday; had a reeeeally busy day that resulted in me passing out when I got home.
But not to worry, I shall be on soon to do replies (once I finish helping my mother hook up her camper)
@maybestronger
Chrissy wasn’t afraid of Steve. In fact, even back in his more … DOUCHE BAG days she had liked the guy. The slightly older, cooler boy on the team that she cheered for. Most of the girls had a crush on him, and honestly she couldn’t really DENY that she hadn’t been apart of that group herself. But then Jason came into the picture more fully and being the loyal person that she was, the crush had ended itself there. Though his presence was ALWAYS noted, and somewhere along the line he changed. Into what now stood before her - the kind soul willing to pick her up from the side of the road and drive her ass ALL the way back to Loch Nora. It touched her in a way that caused the hand to fall from in front of her face and features to soften.
Hands DID wring together for a moment though as she thought about it, and after eyes darted up and down the empty road she decided it was for the best. There was a little nod and within a few strides, she was standing at his passenger side. As he LENT against the top of his own car, the girl mirrored his stance and bit her lip nervously. “If you’re sure … thanks.” Hoping that the dim light of the surrounding area would be enough to conceal the fact that she had been crying, she was UNAWARE of just how evident the blotchy red marks under her eyes had become, though she did put on a smile for him in any case.
Immediately, he was relieved when Chrissy agreed to the ride. However, as she closed the distance between them, Steve was able to now see her face and he wasn’t thrilled. He could tell right away that she had been crying. Which simply confirmed his own theory about why she was out there so late. “Yeah, I’m sure,” Steve muttered, giving her a little nod in the direction of the car. “C’mon, let’s go. And hey, I’ll even let you pick the tunes,” Steve smiled.
Returning to his seat, he leaned over and opened the door for her from the inside. He was more than curious about what exactly happened to her, but he didn’t want to push her; he didn’t want her to feel like she had to explain. Because she didn’t have to, he’d take her home no questions asked. Perhaps it was just his own PARANOIA that prompted him to ask something.
“So...” he trailed off, trying to find the right words. “Were you at a party or something?” he mused, turning the engine back on.
“I’m stealthy- like a ninja.”
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@helltothefire
“It’s a switchblade, man.” Eddie had more than a couple in his trailer. They were only good for stabbing. His knives wouldn’t stand a chance against those nasty bats if they were going to get to Vecna. “ I’m going to need, like… a machine gun.” A small smile spread across his face. “Flame thrower?”
Fair enough. He supposed Eddie might need something a little bigger. Still, he was reluctant to give up his bat. Then what would he use? And the thought of Eddie with a.. flame thrower? Okay yeah, it sounded pretty rad, but Steve felt an urge to remain cautious. He didn’t want anyone getting hurt. Even Eddie Munson.
“I dunno, man. Where’re you gonna find a flame thrower in Hawkins? Besides, do you even know how to use one of those? What if you like... burn off your hands or something?”
i think (??) i got all the replies i owe in my queue. if you don’t see your reply by tomorrow afternoon PLEASE let me know as I might have missed one or two
Time to wake up, time to wake up! Can you hear me? Wake up, Chrissy I don’t like THIS Chrissy wake up!
