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hEY! look! LISTEN! with @crawlingforwardx dethroned/dumped in s2. we need to talk about the other popular kids who remained his friends. feat. @ask-alicelockwood
❛ i just wanted to make sure you’re okay. ❜
Are we okay?
The question Jonathan asked her earlier left an answer she was not ready to reveal, and yet, Nancy felt she owed it to herself.. to Jonathan… to Steve. After all, Jonathan’s question about them only came up when he made light about doubting Steve’s leadership if she hadn’t been there to lead while the others were stuck in California. “Yeah, no, everything is fine.”
As much as she never felt like she deserved Steve’s constant concern over her after everything she put him through, it’s obvious by the way she looks at him how much she appreciates him nonetheless. “It’s never easy to continue letting everyone I care about down. But, he’ll be fine.” She hopes. Jonathan had a lot of burden weighing heavily on his shoulders, too. Carrying it with her own and vice versa, it was time to let the other go.
“I guess I have my mom to thank, after giving away Mr. Rabbit with today’s donations.” Though, if her choices today from letting a once childhood memento go to taking the step to process everything that has happened and mature like Steve had done, she may end up regretting letting Mr. Rabbit go if they ever made it to a future Steve confessed to her about.
The ultimate catalyst to the end of her relationship with Jonathan, Steve’s devotion. I left one thing out — the most important part — you were there. You’ve always been there. A reveal which came after seeing the future Vecna had shown her. It was the reveal that made her realize, if she really wanted to end it all, she needed to really fight. Against all odds. Including the one string Vecna always pulled on her; the guilt to what happened to Barbara. If they had any chance, she needed to take a stand against it and fight back. Fight back harder than she ever did before.
“And.. I have you to thank, too.” Blue eyes are light, yet deep with something unspoken and her smile is almost innocent. Back to when they weren’t victimized so young by terrible darkness. “Guess we both really need a thump on the head.”
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TOP: Steve ( @crawlingforwardx ) was the one in full charge of photos that day, while Chrissy served more of a behind-the-scenes. BOTTOM LEFT: Chrissy was more than okay with allowing Max to get behind the wheel, but this day, her car was in the shop which meant Steve would not be letting Mad Max behind the wheel. BOTTOM RIGHT: When schedules allow, they take her and Lucas on their travels.
"I’m not arguing. Just enthusiastically debating." (A Kings & Queens kind of vibe?)
Jason looked about ready to end the discussions and it wasn't because of Alice's enthusiasm. Rather, it was the new student who recently entered Hawkins High, putting the whole basketball team against each other.
"No. Go on, Alice. We can close the debate and continue arguing with the Beach Boy over there." Jason gave a curt nod in Billy Hargrove's direction.
It wasn't every day one could push Jason to such an edge, causing Patrick and Chrissy to suddenly be on guard at the moment. "J, come on." Patrick started, leading Chrissy to nudge him gently with a shake of her head.
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TOP LEFT: Prequel Steve, summer of 1982, riding around the Loch Nora neighborhood. Being your typical popular teenage boy and scoping out the new batch of Freshman girls. TOP RIGHT: On a weekend in the Spring of 1985. The very beginning of something blossoming between him and Chrissy. MIDDLE LEFT: Steve was trying to take the camera away before Chrissy could snap photographic evidence of his least favorite outfit. MIDDLE RIGHT: First day as a Baseball Coach. She went through rolls and rolls of film that day. BOTTOM: It's giving mid-nineties vibe and Chrissy was able to surprise him to a Cubs game in Chicago.
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❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜
It wasn't the first time and she was certain it wouldn't be the last. Protecting Steve was almost second nature, be it from the actual battles they faced on a now yearly basis, to protecting his character when Jonathan would have a go at it.
"Which time?" Nancy asks, an all knowing smile gracing her lips before she shakes her head. "I'm simply looking out for a friend." Because what he didn't know was how long she had been trying to get him out of a fight which was never his since the night he showed up at the Byers residence to make amends with Jonathan.
A night he probably thinks she had forgotten when she answered the door and his reason for being there fell apart as soon as he saw the cut on her hand. She tried not to dwell on their past and history, knowing it didn't do any good for either of them, and yet as time went on it never really became any easier.
"Besides, Dustin would never let me hear the end of it."
what do you need? what can i do to help?
The hardest hitting question. Not question - questions! Nancy was still struggling with the loss of Barbara, which was nearing the one year anniversary of her murder. Murder. A word which plagued her mind, heart, and very existence. Steve had mentioned that she accused them of murdering her best friend in her intoxicated state the other night, and while a part of her even sober felt it was true; it was also unfair to his reality.
"You're not the first one I've called bullshit." Not the answer he wanted, or least of all, expect. However, it was her truth. "I meant what I said back at school. I don't remember saying you're bullshit, but I do remember telling my mom it's all bullshit almost one year ago, when no one was listening to me. And, going to Tina's party while not really wanting to be there, I guess... I guess I let it fester. Because you weren't listening, either."
For a moment, she allows the tense silence to fall over them, with the only sound being the rustling of the bouquet of roses he brought her. "So, if you really want to know what I need, if you really want to help. Listen to me, please. Because pretending is not going to erase everything we've been through."