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@nanlanmo asked:

“ I can't believe this! ”

"What exactly are you havin' a hard time believing about it?" Blue optics glance over to look at Jessica as they drive, Billy having decided to give her a lift home which was becoming more and more normal these days. He never really got close to the people here in town but she had somehow caught his attention. Something about her was different. Down to earth in a way that a lot of other girls were not. That and she could more than keep up with him in a battle of wit which was something he admired. "Maybe I can help explain it a little better. Or we can both agree that it shouldn't be believable."

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@nanlanmo sent: [ silence ] sender lays a finger over their lips, telling receiver to stay quiet

fingers absent-mindedly playing at her curls, she can't hardly hear herself rambling. if she is rambling at all ( by this point in her life, she assumes every sentences that exceeds three words is a ramble ). partner projects aren't exactly her forte, nor is talking among her classmates. her position at this school is simply a girl in the crowd. the girl in the crowd doesn't get in trouble. girl in the crowd gets her homework done on time and wistfully looks at the posters for every dance, despite knowing she hates dancing and no boy in a million years would ask her to one. if her guardian would even approve of her going to any teenaged event.

eyes widen as she notices her partner's finger over her lips. oh, dear. how long had she been in that stance? is the teacher talking? was she talking and stopped to look at johanna with a shake of her head? is she going to sent her to the principal's office? or worse, call her guardian? but as she glances around the class, everyone is either busy getting to work or letting their partners do the work for them.

❝ sorry, ❞ she whispers, hoping that's alright. ❝ sorry. ❞ she shouldn't have spoken. oh, goodness. oh, dear. ❝ i didn't meant to start talking after you---sorry! i'll just stop! ❞

#left this pretty vague but maybe h.awkins au like we briefly discussed??#feel free to come to me to plot this more out! this is just what i initially came up with!#*❈ ‣ have you decided it’s safer in cages‚ singing when you’re told? — ( interaction. )#*❈ ‣ she's been living in her white bread world as long as anyone with hot blood can — ( v: hawkins. )#nanlanmo

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Max had not been taking losing Billy easily. He may have been a jerk sometimes, but he was her brother. Today had been especially bad. Like she skipped school, stayed home going through Billy's room. She found one of his old shirts and put it on, before heading outside. Considering the overcast sky, it wasn't too cold.

The trailer park wasn't too busy today, but it was different here now, she hated it. Something told her to give in, she wanted to. She hated that she lived and he didn't. She watched him go.. watched as the light left his eyes and he left her. She needed her brother and it sucked.

She watched as someone approached her trailer. "Jess?"

#nanlanmo

✧･ﾟ 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑.

❛❛Ha, told ya she's gonna come!❜❜ The words lacked the distinctive slurring of the past hours that Rafe had spent in the cell. It even earned a funny glance from the irritated deputy, but the guy seemed more peeved by the fact that his emergency contact showed up, after all - and that it deprived him of a reason to keep THE TALL MENACE behind bars for the night. Even for his standard, Rafe went off the fucking rails tonight. His knuckles still hurt, bruised and bloody from dishing out. A familiar sensation, even through the heavy fog of inebriation.

When the doors swung open, Rafe's head was spinning. Both from the booze and the sudden realization kicking in. The tiny, reasonable part in the back of his head started to cuss and writhe. Fuck. What the hell was he thinking? Why was the stupid, smug grin still plastered across his face as if this was a win? It made his gross mug look even worse, you bet. Shit. Rafe pulled on the cuffs chaining him to the bench and huffed. If he avoided looking at her, maybe there was a chance that she'd just piss off again. God knows he nailed that for a whole, fucking year. THE HAPPY ENDING he deserved. But instead, his drunk brain steered his gaze up, just in the moment their eyes met again for the first time in forever. And instead of mirroring the nausea forming in the pit of his stomach at her sight, the skeevy grin just widened and swallowed any hint of resemblance. ❛❛Hey, Miss Jessica...❜❜

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To say that Rafe wasn't weirded out at least a little bit by the family would've been a lie. He was shit at lying, anyway. Got told so by his brothers and Nana, whom he'd parked in the shade of the church for now while he approached the others in the parking lot. HE'D NOTICED THEM BEFORE. Hell, they stood out like a sore thumb at mass. Some people were looking at them the same way they sometimes eyed his own family, so maybe that was the main motivation why he decided to check on them. Someone should, right? And if anyone knew about cars acting up here, it was him.

❛❛Yeah... if ya ask me, you should get that checked❜❜, he told the father after a look under the hood. ❛❛Could be just the engine overheating and ya should be good to go after 20 minutes or so, but it could also be A BROKEN STARTER. Wouldn't recommend a bump-starting if ya wanna keep your catalyzer...❜❜ Rafe rubbed the back of his neck. A few month had passed since his base training and his hair finally started to grow longer again. The only downside to the military, in his opinion. ❛❛Uh... if ya want, I can make a call and get someone to tow your car. My family's workshop's just up the hill❜❜, he offered. His gaze wandered to the two girls and he tried not to linger too long on THE WEIRD-ASS OUTFIT. ❛❛I could take your daughters with my truck and meet you there, Sir?❜❜ // @nanlanmo

#★ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ: ʀᴀꜰᴇ && ᴊᴇꜱꜱɪᴄᴀ (01)#nanlanmo #[ here you go! let me know if I need to change smth up ]

@nanlanmo sent: “it's over. we can keep going.”

It was over, seemingly. The Vecna business. There was still the matter of his innocence though, proving it. Henderson was convinced that the feds who covered up the mall fire could help him out, if he turned himself in. That they relocated Wayne from the trailer, sealed it off. They had to know that Eddie wasn’t the killer. Sinclair for his part wasn’t so convinced, and posed that they might set Eddie up as a patsy. Mentioned that feds had killed Benny Hammond and made that look a suicide, simply because he had met their superpowered friend. That even if they didn’t throw him in jail, there was still the court of public opinion.

“…We can, but I don’t know that I will. I mean, what’s the point, now? You said it yourself, Jess. It’s over. We got justice for Chrissy, and the others, now that that’s done… what’s next? More running? More hiding?“

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@nanlanmo Dwayne/Jess

She had caught Dwayne's attention since the first time Paul brought her back. It was David who told the blonde that if he didn't feed from her then she had to turn. It was a few weeks later when he finally agreed and she drank from the jewelled bottle and that was when Dwayne became protective of her.

Months had passed and she still had not completed her transition and Max was getting angry. He knew that he had to get her to drink or else Max would come and kill her.

She was good at drawing in men, coaxing them into a dark place where one of the boys was waiting to feed. That's what they were doing that night.

Dwayne was waiting under the boardwalk as he heard them heading this way, it wasn't until they were under the boardwalk that Dwayne came out and in a second had the guy pinned against the pillar and he bit down into his neck, sucking up all the blood. The man's scream was drowned out by the noise about.

He pulled away before the man died but he was weak and the vampire had to hold him up. He looked over at Jess.

"You sure you don't want some?"

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This was the longest Eddie and Jessica had been apart since they had become a thing. It wasn't even that long. Eddie left Thursday night to go play back-to-back gigs Friday and Saturday in Indianapolis. It was around 11 o'clock, nearing Sunday when he returned to Hawkins. Downside of traveling with a band, not even the front man calls the shots. It was a democracy and the guys wanted to stay in Indianapolis for the day and do some sightseeing. Sightseeing for Corroded Coffin meant taking dumb pictures and buying band tees and tapes.

The boy was happy to be back though. He missed his girl. Eddie always had this rush of adrenaline when he got to play live. It usually came attached to sexual energy. But he was a good boy. Not even the groupies of Indianapolis tempted him enough to mess up what he had going with Jess. He wasn't an idiot. He knew he was dating way out of his league with the red head and no one night stand was worth fucking that up.

But now Jess had to deal with her wannabe rockstar boyfriend crawling in through her bedroom window. He was pretty stealthy doing it too. Especially considering he was exhausted from the drive.

First things first, Eddie made sure the bedroom door was locked because he did not want to have to deal with a yelling Duncan. Then he kicked off his shoes. Then he removed his layers - vest, jacket, shirt. Now he was standing there like an idiot as he pondered whether he should keep his socks on or not. Fuck his socks. He'd get hot anyway. Socks came off and then he crawled into Jessica's bed. He moved her hair away from her shoulder so he could place a kiss her. "Hey baby." Eddie spoke using his very rare inside voice. "You asleep?"

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JD barely had time to inhale some of the smoke before the cigarette was pulled from his lips, “I wasn’t exactly planning to set fire to the place either, but based on the history. Maybe it would be for the best,” he pointed out, huffing out the little smoke he had gotten in.

While it actually took a lot to scare Jason in the slightest, even he couldn’t deny the creepiness of the place, “Maybe the spirits that haunts this place only want some company. Best way to stay out of the headlines is to not go here though. If you’re scared, you can always just go back,” he teased her, flicking on his flashlight as he walked alongside her.

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