I was looking at the Stranger Things book again and I noticed that the text of the newspaper article Chrissy’s funeral program is on top of is about Chrissy’s death. Neat!
New (from an Eddie/Chrissy/Nancy fic involving fame, BDSM, and Buzzfeed Unsolved
She ends up just blinking at her friend, hand drifting up to rub her cheekbone. Robin frowns, lifts Nancy’s feet off the stool and sits on it, drawing Nancy’s battered sneakers into her lap. A hand rests against her ankle bone, the most touch Nancy will tolerate. Her cervical spine feels like it’s on fire.
“You need to go home? I can take you and edit our new script from home so you aren’t by yourself.”
“No,” Nancy says firmly, ignoring the slight slur tangling her heavy tongue against her teeth, “say what you said again.”
Robin eyes her suspiciously, reaching across the desk and pushing Nancy’s water bottle closer. Nancy lifts it to her lips and nods for Robin to tell her what she said again.
Try (Kas Nancy)
“R-Ro-” Nancy stutters. She digs her fingers into Steve’s wrist, suddenly feeling frantic. She doesn’t want to go home with Jonathan. She wants Robin. She doesn’t feel safe, not alone, not like this. Nancy lets out a sharp, frustrated whine when she tries to communicate this and fails. She digs her chin into Steve’s firm grip, gagging on a mouthful of spit over the garbage can. She needs Robin. She needs to throw up. The pain is distracting her from her needs.
Still (This is just horny Eddie/Chrissy/Nancy vampires okay)
She strides around the countertop and situates herself directly in front of the tangled, horny mass of limbs that are her partners, bare breasts at Eddie’s eye level. He makes a little snarling noise at the sight and his fangs press dents into Nancy’s throat. He doesn’t break skin yet. Nancy is starting to go limp against his chest, fingers heavy and still on her keyboard, eyes fluttering. She looks so pretty.
Chrissy wants to ruin her. Chrissy wants to ruin them both. She’s so hungry it’s starting to hurt. She reaches forward, traces a wickedly sharp nail down the side of Nancy’s soft, warm, human cheek. Nancy shudders, angling her throat and shifting in her seat.
Part (This doesn't have a title but it's currently called "The most depressing first kiss ever" in docs)
“Keep it together,” Steve barks. Robin is trying. Robin promises she’s trying. Nancy gasps, whines, and shudders as Joyce goes around a corner at a speed that has two wheels lifting part-way off the blacktop. Blood oozes from Nancy’s mouth. Hopper is-Robin can’t look, won’t look, doesn’t want to see what Hopper is doing because Robin was there when the demogorgon bit a gouging chunk out of Nancy’s left leg. Nancy cries out sharp and sad and sudden and then goes a little too slack against Steve, struggling to breathe.
“Hey,” Steve snaps down at the raw, exposed nerve that Nancy has become in his arms, “You need to stay awake."
Home (This is just called Nancy comes out to Steve and I don't remember why)
She tells her mom she lost her pencil sharpener when she gets home from school that day, sneaks one of her dad’s eyeglass repair kits up to her room, and takes it apart then hides the blade in an old envelope she shoves under a shoebox under her bed. It’s nice to be able to eat without her tongue stinging all the time, and if she stops wearing shorts maybe a little too early that year nobody really notices.
“Are you cheating on me?” were the first words that left Joyce’s mouth when she heard the front door open. Her voice was quiet, yet somehow her words had a bite to them. She couldn’t look him in the eyes, fearful she may see a repeat of the past when it was Lonnie who would be walking in instead.
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The Hideaway. If you had asked Jim Hopper 6 years ago where his favorite place was, he’d tell you it was the Hideaway. On a good day, bad day, or just any regular day, you’d always be able to find him tucked away in that safe place. So, that was exactly where he retreated to after hitting a particularly rough patch in his marriage.
Money was tight. The kids were going through their own changes. Melvald’s was closing and Joyce was losing her job. Tension had risen to an all-time high in the Hopper-Byers household and before he knew it, Hopper found himself sitting in his favorite booth with a few empty bottles keeping him company.
For the 3rd time in a week, he was sitting in the very place he’d promised he’d never return to after dedicating himself to his family. He felt like a bum; like Joyce had lucked into marrying another Lonnie… and he hated himself for it.
It seemed like arguments emerged at every turn. Trying to readjust their lives to work out with what changes were coming — and it just wasn’t happening. Nobody could find a way to compromise, or one person had to compromise more than the other. It was bullshit, all of it. He couldn’t take it anymore, he had to leave; even if it was just for a few drinks.
As he spun the amber liquid around in his glass, his attention was brought to someone sliding into the other half of his booth.
“Well if it isn’t Christina Carpenter, right in my midst.” he huffed, a smile creeping over his face.
“James Hopper. As I live and breathe. I thought I saw you stewing alone in the shadows.” she smiled, taking a sip from her own can of beer.
“What the hell are you doing in town? I thought you were in California,” he asked, straightening up so he wasn’t slumped over the table.
“Thought I’d pay a visit to my hometown. A girl can only stay away for so long… I’m kidding. I’m tending to my Mother’s estate.”
Hopper’s smile slowly faded away. “I’m sorry about that. I heard that she’d passed. Sorry for your loss.”
“Eh, well. We weren’t that close. You knew her back in our prime, she was high strung and never let anybody get a word in edgewise.” Chrissy took another sip from her drink.
“She’s still your mother, Chris.” he retorted, his words holding no true conviction. “I know what you mean though,”
Chrissy stopped and looked down at his hand. “Wedding band? Thought you got divorced?” She instantly regretted her comment, remembering that the death of his child pretty much led to his marriage falling apart.
“Was. Remarried.”
“No shit!” came the chuckle he remembered fondly from high school. “Who’s the lucky lady?” she asked.
“Joyce. Joyce Byers. Well, now she’s Joyce Hopper.” the corner of his mouth curled into a smile before remembering all of the home life turmoil that had him sitting in the bar to begin with.
“Jim Hopper finally put a ring on it and shacked up with Joycie Horowitz? Jesus, took you two long enough. You know, everybody thought you two would get married at the first chance you got. Some of us even had a bet that you’d wed straight out of your graduation gowns. Speaking of which, Benny owes me $50 bucks for that one.”
Hopper gulped and studied the rim of his glass. “Benny died a few years back. Didn’t know if someone had told you or not.”
“Oh my God.” Chrissy’s mouth fell open. “You can’t be serious. What happened?”
Hopper scuffed. How would he even explain it to her? “Some people thought it was a suicide, some people think differently. It’s kind of a long story, we shouldn’t talk about it.” Damage control and deflection. The ways of the lab were rubbing off on him.
“Alright, then let’s talk about why the hell you’re sitting in a secluded bar when you’ve got your dream woman at home. I heard through the grapevine that Lonnie ditched, but I wasn’t sure when you’d swoop in and finally win her heart like you’d tried to for 18 years.” she laughed and leaned in, her brows cocked in a way that he knew all too well. It was the signature Chrissy Carpenter ‘You’re not going to run away from my questions’ look.
“We’re having some problems right now. Money is tight. Got one in college, two in junior high so that’s a whole battle of its own. Just kind of a rough patch.” he admitted weakly, trying not to think too much about it. What was the point of drowning his sorrows in whiskey if he still had to talk about his problems?
“Alright, guess I gotta be your shrink now, huh?” she replied, earning a small snort from Hopper. “You won’t solve any of your problems if you run away from them. You should know this by now, Hop. What happens when you run away from your problems? Bigger problems arise and your once small problems become unfixable.”
“I guess…”
Chrissy rolled her eyes with a shallow smile before taking another sip. “Okay, that didn’t work. How about this, what would you say if a woman came up to you right now and said 'Wanna go screw behind the dumpster out back?’ What would you say?”
“I’m married,” he replied simply.
Chrissy groaned. “No! No. Why are you married? What is it about Joyce that you love so fucking much that you can’t even handle it?”
“She’s… she’s just the best person in the world.” he furrowed his brows, realizing that lately, he hadn’t been paying attention to how much he loved Joyce.
“And?”
“And she’s incredible. She’s passionate and has the biggest heart of anybody I’ve ever met. She loves our kids, she holds our family together like glue.”
“Yeah? Keep going. What else would you say to that random woman who just asked you for a quick fuck?” Chrissy smacked his shoulder, riling him up more.
“I have yet to meet someone as… as sexy and funny and courageous and as strong as her.” he paused, his gaping jaw turning into a smile. “Lady, my wife blows you away!”
Chrissy leaned back into the booth, a true smile growing in her expression. “Then what the hell are you still doing here?” she asked without any real question in her words.
“Leaving. That’s what I’m doing.”
Right around midnight, the front door of the Hopper-Byers’ house quietly opened up. Through the vague light from the living room lamp, he could see Joyce’s silhouette sitting on the couch.
“Are you cheating on me?” were the first words that left Joyce’s mouth when she heard the front door open. Her voice was quiet, yet somehow her words had a bite to them. She couldn’t look him in the eyes, fearful she may see a repeat of the past when it was Lonnie who would be walking in instead.
Hopper exhaled a breath that he didn’t know he was holding. With a prideful smile making its way onto his face, he moved to sit down next to her on the couch. “No.” came the whisper as he shook his head, finally making eye contact with her. “Never.”
The look in his eye was enough confirmation to Joyce that they would survive whatever they were struggling through. Gently, he guided her head with the back of his hand towards his lips and pressed a kiss to her forehead. They’d be just fine.
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‘Loneliness is deadly’
Reaptown is a 2020 American horror film about a female ex-con who is searching for her missing sister while working in a creepy rail yard.
Written, produced and directed by Dutch Marich (Infernum; Miserable Sinners; Hunting; Bleed Out), the Luminol Entertainment- Maya Aerials production stars Brooke Bradshaw, Dani Colleen, Chrissy Carpenter and David Morales.
Plot:
Carrie…
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Reaptown (2020) preview of creepy railyard horror movie
‘Loneliness is deadly’
Reaptown is a 2020 American horror feature about a female ex-con who is searching for her missing sister while working in a creepy railyard.
Written and directed by Dutch Marich, the Luminol Entertainment- Maya Aerials production stars Brooke Bradshaw, Dani Colleen, Chrissy Carpenter and David Morales.
Plot:
Carrie Baldwin is freed from prison under the conditions of a…
