#nikesoled

[nherd]

@nikesoled​ asked: "No more free samples."

                    THAT   WAS   THE   LAST   THING   ERICA   wanted   to   hear   entering   the   ice   cream   parlor.   What   did   she   do?   She   just   walked   in.   Maybe   she   didn’t   want   samples.   Maybe   she   just   wanted   to   get   an   ice   cream   cone.   The   thought   of   her   getting   shot   down   before   even   speaking   a   word   made   her   brows   pull   together.   Her   arms   crossed   over   her   chest,   and   a   soft   snort   came   from   her,   “   Damn,   what’s   got   your   sailor   pants   in   a   twist?   I   didn’t   even   say   anything   yet.   ”

[byersmom]

@nikesoled​ for a plotted starter !

She’s accustomed to working late into the night, and it’s not uncommon to find Joyce driving home from work in the dark. It’s a route she’s taken at least daily, well used to the way the road looks with little to light her way save for her car’s headlights. She otherwise mightn’t have spotted it, may have ignored it completely if it didn’t make the blood rush from her face.

 A car parked on the side of the road isn’t anything new -- probably just some kids, she usually assumes, but upon approach it seems the scene is completely different than she thought. Not parked, more like veered off into the slight ditch at the side of the road. Joyce slowed for a moment, just enough to understand what she’d actually seen. Something that may have once resembled a vehicle she’d recognize sat almost completely totaled, smoking. Joyce didn’t know what else to do at that point, besides bring her own car to a screeching halt, and rush to investigate the scene herself.

Shattered glass scattered across the pavement, and it crunched beneath her shoes as she rushed to what was once the car door; the car’s owner, still lying inside, unconscious. Her hands start to tremble, hesitant to try to tug at the door handle for fear of making the situation much worse -- but it’s clear that he’s hurt, he’s bleeding, and she needs to get him out of there.

“ Steve! ”  Yelling now, Joyce hopes to see him move, or breathe, or do something. Oh god, she couldn’t bare to watch the kid suffer, or die, not on her watch.  “ Steve!  Can you hear me? ”

[thehairtm-a]

@nikesoled​ said:

WOW STEVE JUST LOVE UR GRANDMA

ME? YOU LOVE HER, SHE’S UR GRANDMA TOO !

[devilscratch]

Incorrect quotes feat. @nikesoled

[humoment]

              she should have expected this  ---  after all,  charlie had warned her.  edward was gone and he wasn’t coming back,  it was time she came to terms with it,  it was time she stopped pushing everyone away.  if he had to drag her out of the city limits,  kicking and screaming,  he would  --  and she wouldn’t underestimate him again.

     hawkins,  indiana.  it was a small town,  a characteristic which surely drew the previous forks residents to it if they were anything like charlie,  and rather claustrophobic.  no ...  perhaps that wasn’t the right word.  maybe it was her recent experiences with the weird and unknown,  maybe not,  she couldn’t place her finger on it. 

       they were staying with some old friends of charlie.  bella kept to herself for most of the day,  but as the sun began to set,  she decided to go for a walk.  charlie was hesitant but let her go just the same.  she’d been walking for about thirty minutes before finding herself across town in front of a run down old arcade when she finally decided to stop and rest against the building. 

       a gust of wind,  a shiver down her spine,  she stood ignorant of approaching footsteps.

                                                                   @nikesoled​ !

[soulsofcaos]

❛ maybe this ghost just loves to blaze it. ❜

“A ghost.  Is that what you’re calling yourself now?”

[sucksahoy-a]

@nikesoled​  continued  from  x

         “ do  you  think  farrah  fawcett  carries  a  comb  around  all  day  or  do  you  think  she  gets  it  right  the  first  fucking  time ?  c’mon ,  harrington !  i  know  you’ve  got  it  in  you  to  not  need  one  of  those  combs .  plus !  what  happens  if  you  sit  on  it  and  you  get  all  those  teeth  poking  your  ass ?  i  don’t  think  farrah  would  be  proud .  do  you ? ”  she  sounds  way  too  serious ...  way  too  serious .  eyes  filled  with  concern  and  brows  raise  to  the  heavens  as  if  farrah  fawcett  herself  would  be  around  any  corner  to  judge  his  hair .  why  was  she  so  blessed  with  the  world’s  dumbest  best  friend ?

[hiisheart]

"Yeah, you are a little shit, but you know what? You're too young to die."

⤷ unprompted asks, always accepting. ( @nikesoled )

steve's words, at the very least the latter half of what he said, was enough to break mike out of what was beginning to feel like a downward spiral. self-blame was no stranger to mike; he blamed himself for what happened to will, to el, his parents, to the shift in dynamics between him and his friends ... it was all too chaotic, too much happening at once. perhaps he shouldn't have said what he had said, blurting that maybe, just maybe, the demogorgon should have taken him instead, because it would be better for everyone that way.

but would it be? even in his moment of despair he thinks of will, of el, his friends, of holly, of the looks particularly on his mother's and nancy's faces if something were to happen to him. if he were to be taken. he's already seen them with holly's disappearance; imagine if they were to lose him too.

a heavy sigh is given, and as the breath leaves him all mike feels is the weight. the weight of the moment, of the past, of what they were up against. he curls into a ball, face falling between his knees as his arms come to wrap around his head from the front. ❝ i just want this to be over ... there's just too much going on ... ❞