[forhawkins]

decimatlas​.

@forhawkins​ gets a starter for Steve from Eden! 

The exact way they managed to make it up to Steve’s room was a blur. Eden remembers lips crashing into each other, her feet stumbling backwards up the stairs as he guided them to their destination. 

As soon as she feels the push of the mattress against her, Eden quickly turns them around and shoves Steve down underneath her. She crawls on top of him, devious smile visible every time they pulled back. Her nails dig into his shoulders as she attempts to keep him held down. Despite this, Steve somehow manages to connect his lips with her neck, which almost immediately causes Eden to melt into him.  ( It was a weakness of hers that he’d come to learn. )

Shaky breaths escape her lips and she allows Steve to push his way back up. Her head rolls back, eyes fluttering open and shut.    ❛ Steve… ❜    She breathes his name out, and her eyes momentarily flutter open again.

And that’s when she sees it.

On the wall. 

Eden doesn’t want the sensation of Steve’s lips on her neck to end, but her eyes are opening wider and wider now, and she’s fallen silent.    ❛ Steve. ❜    Her voice is a bit louder now, and Steve mumbles a, ‘ mmm? ’  against her neck.    ❛ What the hell is that? ❜    She reaches a hand out and points toward it. A hideous thing. A wretched thing.

A picture of a red car, hung right above his desk. 

      it’s funny how a simple kiss can lead them to his bedroom.    (  isn’t that how it always goes with them ?  )    two pairs of feet stumbling next to each other  --  knees knocking as they find their way to his bed.  he should know better than to expect to find himself on top of her for long.  his knees barely press into his mattress before she’s turning them.  his back presses into the mattress, as his fingertips dig softly into her hip.  his thumb brushes softly under the loose fabric of her shirt and against the soft skin he finds underneath.

      he feels the soft dig of her nails against his shoulders and he lets his knee lift slightly, their thighs brushing together.  despite the small space between them, he still finds a way to press his lips to her neck.  he leaves sloppy open mouthed kisses against her skin.  he lets one hand move from her hip to wrap around her back, palm resting firmly against the soft skin of her lower back.

      his name leaves her lips softly, and he lets one eye open as he sneaks a quick peak at her, a smile pulling against his lips.    (  how did he get so lucky ?  )    he returns to his work, slowly pulling himself onto his free elbow as his lips chase after her.  he slowly pulls away at her words.  his eyes follow where her finger points.  he doesn’t even blink as he looks at the framed photo.  he shrugs, before he’s returning to his attack against her neck.    “a car,”    is mumbled passed his lips as his litters fresh kisses against her skin.

[forhawkins]

      @decimatlas​  :    a starter for eden  !

      steve’s leg swings slightly by her bed as he scribbles her notes into his notebook.  it’s messy, and he’s fairly certain he can’t read it.  he makes no attempt to correct his writing  --  it’s not like he’s going to look at these notes later, anyway.  his pencil stills as he’s eyes glance up towards her.  he glances towards the two stacks of notecards  --  one stack significantly higher than the other.  brown hues steal one more glance towards eden.  he pauses for a moment, waiting to see her eyes shift to his, but they stay focused on the notecards.  he slides the notebook from his lap and leans down to his elbows against her mattress.    “can i ask you a question ?”    he snatches the taller pile of notecards and begins shifting through them.    “it’s probably a stupid question.  it is a stupid question.  you’re probably already told me.”    eyes study the words written nicely against the card, eyebrows furrowing as he racks his brain for an answer.    (  he really does need to study.  )    his eyes move back towards eden, finding her eyes already on his.    “you’re going to think it’s a stupid question.”    he watches one of her eyebrows lift.    ‘ that’s kind of the point. ‘    steve nods his head slightly as he flips the card over, eyes closing slowly after reading the words.     (  the correct answer never even crossed his mind.  )    his eyes slip back open and find hers.    “where was the contact of freedom signed ?”

[forhawkins]

      @decimatlas​  :    a starter for brock  !

      “wait  --  wait, no.”    fingers tighten against the pillow resting in her lap.  she shuffled her legs, pulling them from the previously crossed position and shifting them under her as she leans up on her knees.    “i’m going to get it this time.”    her arms cross against the pillow as she hugs it against herself.  her chin moving to rest against it.  green eyes peak from under her lashes, smiling at his encouraging smile.  eyes drop to the bed.    (  focus !  )    she lifts her head and lets her eyes find her wall.    “1603.  wait !  no.  1623.  macbeth was published in 1623.”    head turns quickly towards him, the end of her ponytail hitting against her cheek.  she pulls her hand from the pillow and brushed the stray hairs from their place against her chapstick.    “right ?  did i get it right ?”    she watches as he starts to nod.  his mouth starts to open, but she’s quickly tossing the pillow onto the floor and launching herself at the boy.    “i did it !”    her elbows rest softly against his shoulders as she brushes loose stray waves off his forehead.    “you !”    she presses a loud kiss to his forehead.    “are !”    another presses against his temple.    “the best,”    her lips press under his eye.    “boyfriend,”    then to the tip of his nose.    “ever.”    lips plant themselves next to his cupid’s bow, before she’s pulling back slightly.  her fingers twist softly against his hair before she’s letting them brush to the back of his head. 

      “sorry.  i got excited !”

[forhawkins]

decimatlas​.

@forhawkins​ gets a starter for Steve! 

Eden hands Steve a pile of clothes she had picked for the band members, and she plucks a denim jacket off the rack. Green eyes inspect it for a moment before she slips it on and steps back, holding her arms out.    ❛ Does this say, ‘set me on fire’ or what? ❜

      his arms move out to hold against the new pile of clothing as she passes it over to him.  eyes watch as she pulls another jacket from its hanger and slips it over her shoulders.  she lets her arms open as she presents the new material, a small smile pulling against his features.  he’s ready to compliment it  --  to tell her it’s her style  --  until she’s mentioning the running joke.    (  at least, he hopes it’s only a joke.  )    eyebrows furrow as he stares unblinking at her.    “you’re not setting yourself on fire.”    his eyes glance towards the clothes in his hands, fingers tugging at the shirt clearly intended for eddie before his eyes are once again returning to eden, a frown firmly in place.    “you’re not letting anyone else set you on fire, either !”

[forhawkins]

decimatlas​.

@forhawkins​ gets a starter for Jonathan!

❛ So do I just… point and shoot? ❜    Jo isn’t sure why she’s suddenly anxious; after all, she’s the one who asked if she could use his camera. She just wanted to give it a try –– but now she’s become incredibly aware of the fact that she’s never snapped a picture before.    ❛ Actually… I don’t wanna waste your film. ❜    She nervously removes the strap from her neck and holds the camera back out to him.

      a small chuckle slips passed his lips at her words, before he’s offering a small nod.    “uh ... i mean, yeah, pretty much.”    his hands shove into the pockets of his jeans as he watches her fingers adjust the weight of his camera between her hands.    “it’s always good to know your lighting and everything  --  but, yeah, just point and shoot.”    brows furrow deeply as her voice speaks up again, watching as she slips the strap from around her neck and holds it out to him.  his head shakes at her as one hand reaches up to push lightly against her own hand.    “no, no !  it’s okay.  i have more.  it’s okay  --  really.”

[forhawkins]

decimatlas​.

@forhawkins​ gets a starter for Robin! 

❛ Oh hey Robin! Hi! Am I sitting here? I mean, wait, no –– is anyone sitting here? ❜    She’s been pointing at the space next to her on the couch. 

( Who even brought a couch into the garage? Brock, probably. Anyway, she needn’t worry about that –– rather, she should worry about making herself look like a fool in front of Robin. )

Her cheeks flush red, and she shakes her head.    ❛ That was a mess. Can I reset? ❜

      robin’s eyes watch josie as she steps into the garage.  her heart beating faster with every step the other takes towards her  --  until she’s standing directly in front of her.  she can heart her pulse drumming in her ears as josie speaks.    (  she doesn’t even notice the small fumble of words.  )    robin nods blankly as she quickly shoves steve’s jacket onto the floor.    “yes !  i mean  --  no.  yes.  wait, what was the question ?”

[palmviolet]

eddie munson + signs of adhd (insp.)

[forhawkins]

“ i’ll see you soon, red. okay? i promise. “ for max

      @corrodeadcoffin  :    meme  !

      max’s blue hues stare at eddie.  he’s so sure they’ll all going to return.    (  he’s so sure she’ll be safe.  )    she nods, once, twice, before she’s clearing her throat and taking a small backwards step away from him.    “no, i know. just  --  be careful, or whatever, i guess.”

[forhawkins]

“ you good? “ for robin

      @corrodeadcoffin  :    meme  !

      robin’s knee bounces as she does her best not to waver too much in her seat.  her eyes focus on the carpeted floor of the camper van, until she feels the light touch of an elbow against her arm.  her brows furrow as her eyes look towards eddie sitting next to her.  his words are low, keeping the conversation between just the two of them.  robin nods her head.    “no, yeah  --  yeah, i’m fine. i just  --,”    robin’s eyes move from eddie and towards steve just in time to catch his eye in the review mirror.  she turns her gaze off steve and back to eddie.    “i just saw something in war zone, it’s fine.”

[forhawkins]

“ that’s it… there we go, good job… let it all out. “ for chrissy

      @bbysittr  :    meme  !

      soft choked sobs fall past chrissy’s lips.  she can taste her own tears as the roll into her mouth.    (  it had been such a pleasant morning  --  until her mother made another jabbing stab at her.  )    she wipes the back of her hand against her cheeks and sniffles as she feels wendy’s hand touch against her upper back.  chrissy let’s her eyes turn to her as the two sit on wendy’s bed.  she sniffles again, and let’s out a weak coughed laugh.    “sorry.”    the word she’s too used to saying slips past her lips, and she watches as wendy’s brows furrow.  chrissy can feel her hand begin to rub softly against her back.

[forhawkins]

“ we don’t need to talk unless you want to. i’m happy to just sit with you for a while. “ for mike

      @bbysittr  :    meme  !

      mike’s back sits deep in the couch, his arms crossed tightly over his chest as his eyes stare at the empty space in front of him.  he’s not entirely sure how long he’d been down in his basement, alone, but he pulls his focus from the nothing when he hears the soft tap of shoes on the staircase.  his brows furrow deeply as he watches wendy  --  holly’s babysitter  --  move down the stairs.  she stands on the last step for a moment, her eyes studying over mike, before she’s moving across the room and sitting next to him.  mike’s gaze returns to the empty space again, the silence keeping him company until wendy finally speaks up.  mike’s arms somehow manage to tighten over his chest, his brows furrowing deeper.    “don’t you have a child to watch, or something ?”

[forhawkins]

“ hey, look at me… you can do this. okay? you can. “ for max!

      @bbysittr  :    meme  !

      she’d prayed for this  --  begged for this.  for billy to be out of her life forever.  to finally have peace  --  but now, standing at the entryway of the funeral home, she finds her feet unable to move past the threshold.  her mind flashes with images of his death  --  feeling as though it was still happening in front of her.  all she could do was stand where she was, shock rushing through her veins like ice, keeping her frozen in place.  she can see the tears well in her own eyes.  they slip past her lids and onto her cheeks when she feels a hand touch gently against her shoulder.  max moves quickly to wipe the embarrassing tears off her cheeks, before she’s turning to find wendy, trying to hide her soft sniffles.  her words are reassuring, and max let’s her head nod as she speaks.    (  she can do this.  )    she sniffles once more, and wipes against the stray tears creeping down her skin.  her hand moves to slip into wendy’s. “i don’t want to go in alone.”

[forhawkins]

[ HUG ] for will

      @bbysittr  :    meme  !

      will can still feel the exhaustion in his body.  it feels so deep, he’s fairly sure it’s in his bones.  the short nap he took in the car wasn’t nearly enough time  --  nor was it very comfortable.    (  he’d never tell argyle that.  )    el had gently shaken him awake when the van finally stopped, and he followed suit with everyone leaving the van.  he feels his feet moving on their own accord, all but running into the arms of dustin, el right beside him as the three take comfort in each other’s safety.  the hug only lasted for a few minutes until they parted.  will stands on slightly wavering legs when he spots wendy moving away from steve and his car and moving towards the group.  will feels his lips move into a small smile, dustin and el parting to let will pass.  wendy’s speed getting to will even faster.  her arms wrap around his shoulders, and his around her waist as he softly buries his face in the curls of her hair.  will can feel the threatening lump form in the back of his throat again.  wendy parts from will for just a moment, getting herself a good look at will.    “hi.”    will’s voice croaks lightly as he speaks around the lump in the throat.  he sniffles slightly before wendy’s pulling him back into the embrace.

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“ we’re gonna figure all this out together, i promise. “ for erica

      @bbysittr  :    meme  !

      she’s doing her best to ignore the threat of tears trying to escape her eyes.  the annoying lump attempting to form in her throat as she keeps her eyes on max.  lucas had barely moved from his spot  --  and erica had done the same.  her eyes glance towards wendy as she lets the sound of lucas’s voice reading softly to max fade into the background.    “she’s going to be okay, right ?  i mean, i don’t know how lucas is ever going to find another girlfriend.”

[forhawkins]

[ CLOSER ]:  / to steve

      @tornadeos  :    meme  !

      steve’s heart hammers in his chest as his back collides with the wall behind him.  her arm presses against his throat and he feels sweat begin to collect at the back of his neck.  he knows she’s saying something  --  probably threatening him, but the ringing in his ears block out whatever words she says.  wide eyes watch hers carefully.  his breaths are shallow and all together stop when he watches her eyes drop towards his panting mouth for a moment.  slightly shaking hands lift in resignation as he slowly hears the ringing dim.    “what  ...  is happening ?  what did i do ?”

[forhawkins]

[ ARRIVE ] for karen

      @bbysittr  :    meme  !

      “oh, wendy !  thank god !”    karen pushes the door further open with her hip as her hand grabs gently against the girl’s wrist.    “i can’t find mike anywhere.  i’ve called the byers’, the henderson’s, sinclair’s  --  anyone i can think of.”    her hand tightens gently against wendy’s wrist, her nerves getting the best of her.    “he never tells me anything anymore  --  but he’s always liked you.  do you have any idea where he could be ?”

[maclexa]

pretty