#notapriss

[selfregicide]

                   i’d love to open my eyes 

                                             and see you right there next to me

                                                                                     being all i’ll ever need.                 

[troublewheeler]

@notapriss

“ i am not playing candy land with you and holly. it’s just not gonna happen. ”

[self-regicide]

@notapriss

             If she was here to ask him how he was doing, Steve wasn’t sure if he could hold himself together. It had been two weeks. Two weeks since he’d been held captive by Russians, beat up and drugged. His face didn’t hurt as much, but he had an ever present headache that just wouldn’t go away. His fingernails wouldn’t grow back for a while yet, and they still kind of hurt. He was pale and not sleeping and he had so much shit to take care of, what with funeral prep and... 

            Steve really just wanted to be left alone. Dustin had come around his house a few times. The kid stopped asking him if he was okay and just chatted about whatever. Either Suzie, or how the others were doing, or his newest project. Last time he’d brought a movie. It was a nice way to pass the time when he was supposed to be resting. 

           Now, though, he was fine. Or at least as fine as he would say. Steve watched her through the swirl of smoke from his cigarette on his front porch. 

                          “Everything alright, Nance?” Shouldn’t you be with Jonathan or something? he didn’t say. 

[kegstandking]

everything was bright -- painful -- 

      But he pressed on. Forced by a hand not of his own. Every move was perfectly orchestrated, every gaze met, every flash of a smile. People ate it up when Billy Hargrove gave them attention, and IT knew that. The perfect little puppet equal parts revered and reviled. Perfect for HUNTING in plain sight. 

      It’s how he found himself meandering into a quiet little corner store. Far from the thriving crowds of Star Court. The last of the stores untouched by capitalism. Practically empty except for an employee sifting lazily through the papers . . . and a lone, familiar, figure. 

                                                                                        taketaketakeT A K E - - 

      Between one breath to the next, Billy was all but leaning into the space directly near Nancy. Eyes bright and predatory as his hands tucked themselves lazily into his jean pockets. “ All alone on a Friday night in a corner store? I’ve never seen something more criminal in all my life,” came the crooning voice practically next to her ear, his smile as bright as his gaze. 

      “ How’s it hangin’, N a n c y? ” Her name enunciated and drawn out as his brows arched. His expression open. “ No hot date tonight? ” 

@notapriss plotted a starter.

[wildtruths]

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄  &  𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘   ( @notapriss )       /      STEVE  HUGS    :     closed !

he leans against her, eyes easing shut, both of them curled up together on his bed.  the house is empty and quiet  —  too quiet for them;  they’ll probably end up in front of the living room tv, alone in the big harrington house  —  but her arms around him, his arms around her, settle his nerves and stomach, chasing away what’s left of the nightmares that woke them both.  he presses a kiss to her temple softly.   “ did i wake you up? ” 

[blindsidedtm]

@notapriss from here

Steve offered a warm smile, the sound of Nancy’s laugh bringing him a sense of joy that he had not felt in quite some time. He couldn’t help but to chuckle almost inaudibly to himself, finding Nancy’s presence more comforting than he had expected. 

“Alright, alright.” He replied, taking a moment to think about another lame joke that he could say. After all, it’s been a long while since Steve had been able to spend time with friendly company. “Where do kings keep their armies?”

[hendersoeur]

@notapriss / ♡’d for a starter

❛   the offer still stands,   ❜  her voice trailed off enticingly as she toyed with the ends of her hair, which by the looks of it needed a trim. her split ends were getting gnarly.  ❛  i am willing to get a job at the hawkins post and make those assholes’ lives a living hell. the amount of tricks i got up my sleeve . . . endless.   ❜  when she first learned about nancy’s male colleagues and their behavior towards her, dayna was livid. ❛  fuck it! i don’t even need to get the damn job to mess with them! all i need is each of their home address.  ❜

[byersmom-a]

@notapriss // lyric sc.

“ Tell me anything you want. Any old lie will do. ”