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selective & low activity lori harrington
a study in :: wasted potential, it-girl turned suburban ghost, love followed blindly into a cul‑de‑sac of disappointment, joy scavenged from small, familiar things that smell like home,a heart that keeps choosing hope even when it shouldn’t.
a selective & low activity stranger things oc based on steve's mother. written by vixen (+25).
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i spent the weekend celebrating (it's my birthday 😊) but will be here again tomorrow! ♥
To finally admit it feels like a weight is somewhat lifted. He hates being alone, and while he's often used to it, and he has become pretty resilient as a result, recent events have gotten to him more than he'd realized or wanted to admit. It's like the words just punch out of him, perhaps as a result of the pain meds he'd taken to dull the aches and stings and get some decent sleep for a change. Or maybe the pressure of trying to save the whole world is finally becoming too overwhelming. Her presence helps, and to feel cared about and concerned for is like an emotional blanket around him, albeit accompanied with the guilt of making his mom worry in the first place. He wishes things were different.
Steve winces slightly at the initial pressure of the ice touching his cheekbone, but he has dealt with far worse physically, so it doesn't register as a big deal — although it is the first time he'd failed to hide this from his mother… or perhaps he'd just stopped trying to hard to conceal it. What sucks more than anything is being unable to tell her anything. It's partly for her own protection, and partly because he can't deal with the look on her face if he did. How can he tell her what has happened over the years? The night he and Robin were tortured and drugged by Russians? The attack from the Demobats which has left faded scars all along the sides of his abdomen? And, most recently, the fact that he would've died in the Upside Down lab, were it not for Dustin freaking out and pulling him back from what would've been his last moment?
But when she squeezes his hand and asks the question so softly, his resolve weakens more and more… but ultimately, he knows he can't do it. He and the others still have to stop Vecna, and when they do, it'll all be over and she'll never need to know. The alternative in which Vecna wins is one he doesn't want to think about; a world in which he'll never get to see her again. So Steve swallows thickly, pushes down the emotional swell rising in his chest, eyes averting, and he squeezes her hand back. “...Just some dumb fight, Mom. Seriously — I'm okay.”
Her eyes are wide and loving and kind and hopefully inviting so that he will tell her what's going on with him, but even though he squeezes her hand back, he averts her eyes as he mumbles his reply. A fight. She doesn't know him as an agressive boy, and for one second she can't help but wonder if hearing his parents fight so often is what lead to this, but then she stops herself from jumping to conclusions.
"Stevie .." she starts, because it's not a fun thing to hear her son say he'd been agressive. "Look at you, you're not okay," she challenges, but she's still very gentle in the way that she keeps holding the ice to his face. "You can't go around getting in trouble like that, baby. What happened? – Why .. Why didn't you come talk to me?" Of course, she knows why (or at least, she thinks she does), because she's been absent from his life in a meaningful way for years, and at the thought of that realization and guilt, she can't stop her eyes from welling up and blinks quickly to stop the tears from actually falling down her cheek.
This isn't the first time that guilt has rushed in at how she's lived her life (and specifically, how she's parented het son). But seeing him in pain the way she's seeing now breaks her heart, and she feels like she can't actually help, because what she wants to do is hug him tight and tell him that whatever the fight was about, she's on his side, but she's worreid that if she reaches out and pulls him closer, it'll only make his injuries worse.
Send me 💋 to receive a new year’s kiss from my muse!
@hairoic asked: “I don’t wanna be alone.”
Her breath hitches at the sound of her son's voice - sounding so small from underneath the covers, but she turns around with a brave face and smiles at him reassuringly. "I'm just gonna get some ice, honey, I'll be right back. I promise."
With one more look at his bruised face, she turns back away from him and then beelines it to the kitchen to open the freezer and start rummaging through the frozen meats in order to find the ice pack. "Come on," she groans in desperation when she can't immediately find it, fighting the tears from the overwhelming fear and worry that had nearly knocked her off her feet when she'd seen the state of her son.
"I'm here," she calls out only a few seconds later, ice pack and kitchen towel in hand and practically jumping up the stairs to make it back up to his bedroom in no time. "I'm here," she then repeats, quieter, while she walks over to his bed and carefully sits down by his side. Gently, carefully, she moves the hair from his face, her own contorted into concern, and she softly places the ice pack over the side of his face that's most badly bruised. "Is that okay?" she then whispers after a moment, making sure she's not pushing it down too hard.
They sit in silence for a moment, him propped up against some pillows with his face all black and blue, and her, holding up the ice pack and continuously stroking his soft hair away from his eyes. But finally, after a while, her gaze falls from his hair down to look at him, and she drops one hand on top of his to give it gentle squeeze before she speaks. "What happened to you, baby?" Pause. "Whatever it is – you can tell me. You know that, right?" And then, just in case it was keeping him from saying something, she added, "and we don't have to tell your father, if you don't want me to. I promise."
Stranger Things S1 Starters
Change as needed
“I told you, it’s not like that.”
“Okay, I’m telling you, it was a one time… two time thing.”
“Mornings are for coffee and contemplation.”
“This where it came from?”
“That sounds made up to me.”
“All right, let’s start with the easy stuff.”
“We should be out there right now!”
“I always had a distaste for science.”
“I always figured there was enough going on down here, I never needed to look elsewhere.”
“I think maybe we should go back.”
“You know, you’re so cute when you lie.”
“You can’t get like this, okay?”
“Little bit of trust here, alright?”
“You’re in trouble, aren’t you?”
“Should we say something?”
“Oh, hell, I could survive that.”
“Damn, you’ve gotten stronger.”
“You can be, like, my guardian, alright? Make sure I don’t get drunk and do anything stupid.”
“Is that a new bra?”
“You ever feel cursed?”
“Is that supposed to impress me?”
“You are a cliche, you do realize that?”
“Whose sweatshirt is that?
“You can talk to me, whatever happened.”
“Can you just try and get some sleep?”
“I feel like everyone’s staring at me.”
“Who’s in charge here?”
“Come on, don’t be an ass, man.”
“No, this is called stalking.”
“Why did they hurt you?”
“I think something happened… something terrible.”
“I swear, if we walked all the way out here for nothing…”
“You’re talking about grief, this is different.”
“I swear to you, I know what I saw. I’m not crazy.”
“Maybe you thought you were helping, but you weren’t.”
“I have a terrible feeling about this.”
“Do you even hear yourself?”
“You lied to the police!”
“There’s something else in here!”
“You’re gonna get us both killed.”
“Sometimes people don’t really say what they’re really thinking. But you capture the right moment, it says more.”
“You’re not gonna like this, but I think you need to seriously consider that all this… it’s in your head.”
“You can tell someone but they’re not gonna believe you. You know that.”
“Science is neat, but I’m afraid it’s not very forgiving.”
“Just, uhh, point and shoot.”
“I don’t think my parents ever loved each other.”
“I can’t guarantee it, but it should be okay.”
“Do you see any more blood?”
“I don’t wanna be alone.”
“So we stick together, no matter what.”
“Accident or not, admit it, it was a little awesome.”
“Sometimes, your total obliviousness just blows my mind.”
“Only love makes you that crazy, sweetheart.”
“If anyone asks where I am, I’ve left the country.”
“I should’ve put that spray paint right down your throat.”
“That man gives me the creeps.”
“Will you stop pacing?”
“No more secrets, okay?”
“I wanna finish what we started.”
“It’s alright. Let me do the talking.”
“You made a mistake coming back here.”
“Did you hear that?”
“What is that smell? Is that gasoline?”
“Do you hear anything?”
“It’s going to come back!”
“It has to be dead. It has to be.”
“They found us.”
“Is it dead?”
“You’re home. You’re home now.”
send me 🔥 and i’ll tell you what my muse would do if yours was in danger.
Honestly, what wouldn't she do? She's his mom, and despite the fact that Steve has grown into an amazing young adult, to her, he'll always be her little Stevie. She'd walk through fire for him, she'd search the end of the world and far beyond for him, and she'd sacrifice herself in a heartbeat and die contently doing so if it means Steve gets to life and be happy.
The problem is more that she's unaware of almost anything and everything that plays in her son's life. She's had to turn a blind eye to many things in her past, with her husband being who he is, and while she focused all of her attention on Steve when he was a young child, she also wanted him to build his whole life, his own network, which from where she's standing - he did well.
She got lost in the 'letting go', however, and doesn't realize that detaching from her broken family life also means she's detached from the most important thing in her life. And now, with every passing year, she seems to find it harder and harder to find her way back to him.
are reverse starter calls still a thing? are posting starters still a thing? anyway, like this if you have some open starters i can reply to! <3
𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗢𝗖𝗨𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗘 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗦 !
send me 💭 and i’ll tell you what my muse first thought of yours.
send me 🌙 and i’ll describe a dream my muse had about yours.
send me 🔥 and i’ll tell you what my muse would do if yours was in danger.
send me 💔 and i’ll tell you how my muse would handle a breakup with yours.
send me ✨ and i’ll tell you a headcanon i have about our muses together.
send me 🗡️ and i’ll tell you how my muse would kill for yours (or not).
send me 📖 and i’ll write a mini drabble about our muses meeting for the first time.
send me 🎬 and i’ll cast actors for our muses in a film version.
send me 🍕 and i’ll tell you what pizza toppings our muses would fight over.
send me 🛒 and i’ll describe our muses on a chaotic shopping trip.
send me 🧍🧍 and i’ll tell you who’s the ‘problem friend’ between our muses.
send me 🎤 and i’ll write the karaoke duet our muses would sing.
send me 👽 and i’ll tell you how our muses would survive an alien invasion.
send me 🔄 and i’ll write a body-swap au blurb.
send me 🧃 and i’ll describe their middle school energy.
send me 🔎 and i’ll describe a secret my muse would never tell yours.
send me 🧭 and i’ll map out where i think our muses would travel together.
send me ⏳ and i’ll write a ‘10 years later’ scene with our muses.
send me 🧬 and i’ll describe the alternate universe where they’re siblings/enemies/lovers/etc.
send me 🪞 and i’ll explain what my muse sees when they look at yours.
send me 🗝️ and i’ll write the moment my muse realized they trusted yours.
send me 🧊 and i’ll write a cold confrontation between our muses.
send me 🎲 and i’ll write a scene based on a random au for our muses.
send me 🌧️ and i’ll write a rainy day scenario with our muses.
send me 🛏️ and i’ll write a sleepy morning scene with our muses.
send me 🏹 and i’ll write a scene where one muse is wounded and the other helps.
send me 🕯️ and i’ll write a candlelit conversation between our muses.
send me 📺 and i’ll write a tv show au for our muses.
send me 🍂 and i’ll write a seasonal moment between our muses (you choose the season).
our hands and mouths shocked to resignation as the arguing declined.
So goodbye yellow brick road Where the dogs of society howl You can’t plant me in your penthouse I’m going back to my plough Back to the howling old owl in the woods Hunting the horny-back toad Oh, I’ve finally decided my future lies Beyond the yellow brick road
@depictedblue asked: " i had it under control you didn't need to do that. "
Lori had grown up sheltered, but part of being a woman was, unfortunately, learning a lot about the cruelness of the world. With her arm wrapped tightly around the girl's arm, she dragged her away from the group of bikers, dropping the facade of being her family when they were far enough away, and only then turning to face Cassie. "Trust me, you really didn't."
@suburbanhair got home faster than he expected...
ㅤThe sound of the front door opening had sent him off of the couch like a shot, the blanket he'd had haphazardly draped over his waist and legs pooling on the floor to trip him up as he stumbled a few feet to get a few of the intruder - he'd been just asleep enough that he hadn't heard the key in the door and really didn't know how someone had gotten in. It didn't really matter, because he made the attempt to get to a weapon to protect himself and he was just not in a condition to do so very effectively, so however they'd gotten in? He was screwed.
ㅤExcept that it wasn't Russians, government agents or monsters, despite the way they all ran laps through his nightmares every time he closed his eyes, the whole thing shot through with neon and impossibly long hallways. It wasn't Robin who he'd seen twice in the few days since the incident or even bratty kids that he cared way more for than he liked to let on. It was... way less expected.
ㅤ"Mom?" he called out, and stranger still, he didn't see his father in the doorway behind her. Had she come home alone? They weren't due back yet and he hadn't bothered trying to get in touch with them - which also sucked because the house wasn't trashed, but he definitely hadn't been cleaning up the past few days. Shit.
ㅤSpeaking of shit, he looked like it. The bruises from being worked over by Russian interrogators had really only had enough time to bloom properly - his black eye was dark and swollen, his lip had scabbed up but it was still nasty and sore looking and his nose was absolutely tender even if it hadn't been broken. He had a second concussion on his record now, the doctors had said, and he'd been having an impressive array of headaches - his excuse for not bothering to call his parents. He'd felt rough and if he was honest, jumping through hoops to lie to them (especially his dad) hadn't been something he'd thought he had the energy for.
ㅤNot that he had a choice now, with his mother coming down the hall towards him.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ❛ i wish you'd told me sooner. you need me and i ... i'm so sorry. ❜
ㅤ"How did you--?" he started, about to ask how she knew, what she knew, but that wasn't something he could ask. It didn't occur to him that the 'mall fire' would have been on the news, or that there had been two teenaged Scoops Ahoy employees caught on camera from a distance being checked out at the back of an ambulance. It especially hadn't occured to him that his mom might be out of town, watching the news to see all of that.
ㅤ"You came back early? I'm okay, just... sore?" Sore. Traumatized. Exhausted. All of it applied. "Is it just you?"
As a child, Lori'd had a bad habit of biting her fingernails. It hadn't been until she was a teenager and started to paint them that she eventually stopped biting, but every now and then, when she felt very stressed out, she couldn't help herself. Now, the whole drive back home, she'd bitten off all ten nails, reducing her recently done manicure to a mess of chipped paint and a few nailbeds that were hurting from having pulled off too much.
Not that it mattered, of course. Every year, she and her husband went away for the fourth of July, and though it had been a few years since their son had wanted to join them, it was always a nice few days away. Some years, it could even be romantic. And this year had been no different, until she'd turned the tv on while getting ready to go to dinner and then hearing the devastating news about Hawkins. At first, she'd watched in shock as they'd showed the destruction from the fire, and she'd thought that before she and Thomas would leave for the restaurant, she'd make a quick call home to make sure her son wasn't too stressed out from the whole ordeal.
And then, of course, she'd seen him on the news, and her heart had stopped. Well - she hadn't actually been sure it was even Steve, the footage wasn't detailed enough for that, but she'd recognize that work uniform anywhere, and who else could it be?
The fact that no one had answered the phone when she'd called had only driven her into panic-overdrive, and it was her husband who'd managed to calm her down enough for them to haphazardly pack and get in the car back home.
Stepping inside, she was almost scared to see what she'd find, though nothing could've prepared her for seeing her son standing a few feet from the couch, with a face so black and blue he was barely recognizable. "Stevie?" she cried out, flinging herself towards him to wrap him in a tight hug, that only after a few moments she realized might hurt him more than they'd do her good. "What - what happened? Why didn't you call? Oh my god, I had no idea you were ... I wish you'd told me sooner. You need me and I .. God, I'm so sorry." She couldn't help but cry as she studied her son's face, and even just looking at it, she winced. "Dad's unloading the car - don't worry about him. Baby .. what happened?"
had a busy day but i'll be here tomorrow!
i've added some writing prompts to the meme list so send me some if you want
alternatively, like this and i'll send you some!
&. 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.
( a mix of angst, fluff, and plot focused dialogue prompts in the form of questions. feel free to change how you seem fit. )
❛ what are you listening to? ❜
❛ can’t sleep? ❜
❛ how did you get this scar? ❜
❛ are you sure this is a good idea? ❜
❛ do you mind if i sleep here tonight? ❜
❛ what are you doing out here by yourself? ❜
❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜
❛ don’t you know what you mean to me? ❜
❛ will i see you again? ❜
❛ are you comfortable? ❜
❛ are you trying to get us in trouble? ❜
❛ do you enjoy playing with people’s hearts? ❜
❛ don’t we deserve to be happy? ❜
❛ why can’t i come with you? ❜
❛ are you here to kill me? ❜
❛ you think i’m jealous? ❜
❛ do you want to share this? ❜
❛ is that blood? is it yours? ❜
❛ how do you know my name? ❜
❛ you’re an asshole, you know that? ❜
❛ like what you see? ❜
❛ was that your first kiss? ❜
❛ are you happy here with me? ❜
❛ sorry, did you want to be alone? ❜
❛ do you want my jacket? ❜
❛ how are you still alive? ❜
❛ you’re beautiful, you know that? ❜
❛ what are you so afraid of? ❜
❛ today isn’t your day, is it? ❜
❛ how does it feel to be in love? ❜
❛ you’ve been crying, what’s wrong? ❜
❛ do you remember when we first met? ❜
❛ isn’t this amazing? ❜
❛ did you miss me? ❜
❛ alright, who am i beating up? ❜
❛ that was a close call, wasn’t it? ❜
❛ am i worth so little to you? ❜
❛ how is it you’re never scared? ❜
❛ do you ever think about the future? ❜
❛ can you look at me? please? ❜
❛ you got me flowers? ❜
❛ well, how do i look? ❜
❛ what aren’t you telling me? ❜
❛ how about a kiss before i go? ❜
❛ you don’t know who i am, do you? ❜
❛ may i have this dance? ❜
❛ who’s going to stop us, huh? ❜
❛ wait, you’re leaving already? ❜
❛ it’s my fault, isn’t it? ❜
❛ have you ever lost someone? ❜
❛ do you think i’m a good person? ❜
❛ what are you thinking about? ❜
❛ is it really you? ❜
❛ what if i hurt you? ❜
❛ if you won’t take care of yourself, then who will? ❜
❛ have you come to laugh at me? ❜
❛ will you still look at me like you do now? ❜
&. 𝐡𝐨𝐳𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.
( lyric dialogue prompts taken from various hozier songs. free to change how you seem fit. )
❛ i’ve walked the earth and there are so few here that know how dark the night and just how cold the wind can blow. ❜
❛ i’ve no more kept my warmth than blood upon the snow. ❜
❛ it’s not my arms that will fail me, but this world takes more strength than it gave me. ❜
❛ the only heaven i’ll be sent to is when i’m alone with you. ❜
❛ i’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. ❜
❛ i’ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife. ❜
❛ good god, let me give you my life. ❜
❛ so tired trying to see from behind the red in my eyes. ❜
❛ every version of me dead and buried in the yard outside. ❜
❛ you knew who i was with every step that i ran to you. ❜
❛ would things be easier if there was a right way? ❜
❛ honey, there is no right way. ❜
❛ i fall in love just a little, a little bit every day with someone new. ❜
❛ when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes, i feel like a person for a moment of my life. ❜
❛ you don’t know what hell you put me through. ❜
❛ there’s something tragic about you. ❜
❛ i have never known peace like the damp grass that yields to me. ❜
❛ i have never known hunger like these insects that feast on me. ❜
❛ i’d be home with you. ❜
❛ there’s nothing sweeter than my baby. ❜
❛ no grave can hold my body down, i’ll crawl home to her. ❜
❛ what did you bury before those hands pulled me from the earth? ❜
❛ i will not ask where you came from. i will not ask and neither should you. ❜
❛ just put your sweet lips on my lips. we should just kiss like real people do. ❜
❛ i know who i am when i’m alone. i’m something else when i see you. ❜
❛ you don’t understand, you should never know, how easy you are to need. ❜
❛ don’t let me in with no intention to keep me. ❜
❛ don’t feed me — i will come back. ❜
❛ i’ve known the warmth of your doorways. through the cold, i’ll find my way back to you. ❜
❛ still my heart is heavy with the hate of some other man’s beliefs. ❜
❛ i need you to run to me, run until you feel your lungs bleeding. ❜
❛ when i was a child, i heard voices… some would sing and some would scream. ❜
❛ i learned the voices died with me. ❜
❛ don’t you ever tame your demons, but always keep ‘em on a leash. ❜
❛ you’ve done me wrong for a long time. but after all you’ve done, i never changed my mind. ❜
❛ honey please, try to love me. my love will never die. ❜
❛ nothing fucks with my baby. ❜
❛ if i was born as a black thorn tree, i’d wanna be felled by you, held by you, fuel the pyre of your enemies. ❜
❛ ain’t it warming you, the world going up in flames? ❜
❛ i couldn’t utter my love when it counted, but i’m singing like a bird about it now.❜
❛ i’m almost me again, she’s almost you. ❜
❛ i’ve had no love like your love. from nobody. ❜
❛ make your good love known to me, or just tell me about your day. ❜
❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜
❛ that’s the kinda love i’ve been dreaming of. ❜
❛ i fell in love with the fire long ago. ❜
❛ with each love i cut loose, i was never the same. ❜
❛ i had been lost to you, sunlight, and flew like a moth to you. ❜
❛ know that i would gladly be the icarus to your certainty, oh my sunlight. ❜
❛ i have never loved a darker blue than the darkness i have known in you. ❜
