#stevenharrington

[mayfie1d]

❛   no way . . .   ❜ dustin had told her , lucas backed him up. but seeing it with her own eyes , that was something else. steve harrington dressed up like some sailor boy slinging ice cream at the mall. being upset at the early closure of the arcade that day instantly vanished at the reveal. moving closer to the counter as the pair of senior year girl's walked away laughing under their breath , feet that could not walk faster to the front came to a halt before the other. ❛   i thought that they were all lying. this is the best $5 bet i've ever lost.   ❜

@stevenharrington liked for a starter

[publicabsent]

@stevenharrington: what if i mess this all up? / accepting.

"you w-won't," she says, still looking at the study materials he's brought. (she assumes that's what he's talking about.) her glasses have slipped to the tip of her nose, causing her to tilt her chin up to read it. "i ... i'm g-gonn-na help, right? so. s-so, yeah ..." she adjusts her glasses, setting the paper down & offering a small smile. what she wasn't expecting was his gaze trained on her, prompting heat to gather on her ears before the flush spreads to her face. she's stuck in eye contact, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. "i-is, um ... some -- someth-thing ... ?"

[zoomher]

DEAR @stevenharrington​,

i  bet  you  weren’t  expecting  this,  were  you?  neither  was  i,  to  be  honest.  but  as  i  was  finishing  up  my  letters  to  the  party,  i  felt  like  i  was  missing  something...  or  someone.  then  i  realized  it  was  you.  you’re  the  missing  piece,  steve.  the  last  piece  of  the  party’s  puzzle.  and  i  didn’t  realize  it  until  now,  but  you’re  kind  of  the  most  important  piece.  and  i’m  not  just  saying  that  because  you’re  a  total  badass.  i  know  you  think  you’re  just  ‘The  Babysitter™’  but  you’re  so  much  more  that.  in  fact,  i  think  babysitting  is  your  superpower.  if  it  wasn’t  for  you,  i  don’t  think  any  of  us  would  be  alive  right  now.

i  know  that  dustin  gets  on  your  nerves  sometimes,  but  that’s  because  he  is  you.  he  looks  up  to  you,  physically,  but  also  metaphorically.  when  dustin  grows  up,  he  doesn’t  want  to  be  a  doctor,  or  a  teacher,  or  a  rockstar.  he  wants  to  be  you,  steve.  one  day  you’re  going  to  look  back  fondly  on  these  memories and  wish  you  had  more  time.  with  dustin,  with  lucas.  mike  and  will,  with  el  and  yes,  even  with  me.  you  could  have  been  the  big  brother  that  i  never  wanted,  and  i’m  so  sorry  that  we  never  got  to  know  each  other  better.  i  think  i  could  have  learned  a  lot  from  you,  like,  i  don’t  know,  maybe  how  to  drive.  for  real.

life  is  short,  so  don’t  forget  to  live  it.  try  a  new  hairstyle  ( just  kidding ),  find  a  job  you  actually  like,  kiss  the  girl  (yes,  that  girl,  i  have  eyes  you  know),  and  look  for  a  new  hobby.  like,  maaaaybe,  playing dungeons  and  dragons  with  the  party.  i  hear  they  might  be  looking  for  a  new  zoomer,  but  their  last  one  left  some  pretty  big  shoes  to  fill.

live  your  best  life  steve.  but  before  you  do  all  that,  do  me  a  favor  and  kick  this  vecna  creep’s  ass  for  me,  k?

[jasnstilnski-moved]

think of me when you bludgeon things. - xoxo, steve

jason, completely missing what hes aiming for and falling over bc hes small and the bat is heavy: *blows kiss* for steve

[philomelia]

she runs sloppily,  messily,   tripping over her sloping shoelaces.   her body springs forward,   aches backwards,   before righting itself     ...     as soon as she’s reasserted her centre of gravity,   she barrels ahead.   the road is heated beneath her   --   her toes burn a little as they touch gravel.     a car swerves around her,  the driver leaning temporarily out of the window to shout something obscene at her   (she responds in kind,  flashing her finger at him,  but her attention is focused on the blotch of red in the middle of the road).     ‘‘    steve,    ’’      she shouts over her shoulder,    half - frantic with the pulse of his name.   she skids to her knees in front of the raven,   its wing curling inwards,   its feathers wet with blood.    her hands do not hesitate in sweeping the creature up,   her head twisting over her shoulders.        ‘‘     @stevenharrington​,   come see this!    it’s     ...    it’s an injured bird,  i think,   fuck.   fuck.     ’’

[intomordor]

@stevenharrington​​      asked:       ❛  how  are  you  holding  up ?  ❜      /      sentence     starters    ;      accepting.  

      they’ve   been   walking   for   some   time    ━    he’s    been    silently   following   steve’s   path  ,    because    he    sure   as    shit   doesn’t   know   where    he’s    going  ,   but   he   wasn’t   going   to   comment   on   that.    a   quick   turn   of   expression  ,  near   surprise   as   he   sends   a    jolted   glance   at   steve.    eddie   isn’t   sure   why  ,   exactly.    everyone’s   been   asking   ,   and   asking   ...    it’s   unclear   if   he   was   being   honest   at   this   point.    their   shoulders   brush   ,     and   he   figures   he   should   probably   say   something      ━    so  ,   how   was   he   holding   up?     teeth   sink    passively   to   his   lower   lip   ,   suppressing   the   quick   wit   that   wanted   to   mask   the  truth.    the   hardest    question.     they’re   in    mordor    ,     flashing   blood   skies   ,     creatures   of    literal    hell    exist    ,     and    shit    ━    eddie    really   hasn’t    thought   about   what   happens   if   he   gets     to    see    hawkins    again.   

         “      well     ━      for   starters      ,    i’m     not   dead.        though    i   take   it  ,   there’s    not   some    kind    of   magic    resurrection  ,    revevify     option     possibly    manifesting    down    here ,   huh?     “       flash   of   a   grin    at    the     thought   ,   one   that    dies    and   reveals   the   truth   in   his   expression.    the   fear.     there   was   absolutely   nothing   funny   about   dying.    but   what’s    left   for   him?      arms   cross   and   he    tries   to   not   let   that   be    his   answer.        “   y’know   i   just    ━      i’m    not   really    sure    how    life’s   gonna   keep   going   for   me    back   there  ,   steve.    hawkins  ,   i   mean.     this    creepy    ass   monster    shit   ...     it    killed    chrissy   ━    and     now   ,    who’s    gonna     believe    me?    “     spoken   in   truth  ,    depressing    in   its   reality   ,   the   suffocation    slowly   sinking    in    as   he   realizes   this   situation’s    closing   him   into   a   box.    [ . . . ]      eddie    pushes    the   thought  ,   trying   to   readjust   the   vibes.    add   levity  ,  somehow.   sigh   leaves   him   ,   paired   with   a    grin    as   his   hand   lands   to   steve’s   shoulder.   

       “    listen    ,   you   gotta    keep   the   denim  ,    alright?    wear   it    out.      it    uh   ━    it     looks   good   on   you.   “   

[killerxquccn]

✗✗               @stevenharrington​  ♡ ‘d for a starter!!

❛  So tell me, Aqua Net, what're the plans for this weekend? Are you going to see Heidi again? She’s a babe. ❜  She plucked a movie from the self the other was currently restocking, to the outside observer suddenly be very interested in the synopsis on the back. A skill she had long since perfected to avoid the ire of annoyed managers. If she had a dollar for every friend who ended up working in a video store... Well, she wouldn’t be rich, but she’d have two dollars. 

The bell above the door jingles alerting to a new customer followed by the telltale clack of kitten heels on the floor that drew her eye. Baby blues flicked over to the other with a conspiratorial smirk.  ❛ Or are you on the hunt for a new date? ❜

[dimitresca]

i made a lady dimitrescu interaction meme

@stevenharrington​ asked: 😑 please advise the loser, miss stems-for-days.

                “  AND   YOU’RE   SURE . . .   ”     She begins, tone imperious but face thorny with confusion.     “  YOU’RE SURE YOU WANT MY OPINION ?  ”          Don’t misunderstand :   ALCINA DIMITRESCU HAS A LOT TO SAY.    It’s just rare that a man cares to  ASK .  

He is incredibly small, incredibly wiry. His hair falls in funny, fluffy ways that remind her of a lap dog.   He has the goofy little demeanor of a prince.    She watches him with golden eyes that are cold and mistrustful, but not violent. If Mother Miranda wanted him to stay here for dark purposes, then it was a blight upon the House Dimitrescu but one she would dutifully adhere to, ever-perfect and ever-superior.  Little Steven Harrington can’t stay at Heisenberg’s factory, oh no.  Perish the thought !      She can remember Heisenberg’s little jab even now, watching the boy tweak a bowtie in the mirror, preparing for a detestable “family” dinner during which Heisenberg would ask more questions of what a wondrous experience it has been, and how she’s had to all but LOCK HER DANIELA AND CASSANDRA AWAY to prevent the girls from jumping on Harrington. Bela was cooler headed, but it was of no consolation.  What’s wrong, Lady Super-Sized Bitch?  He’d said.. Not feeling so maternal anymore?  Could she run away to France ?  Italy ?   How long did America hold on to manslaughter charges ?  Perhaps she might have to run there.   Better that,  than to die of mortification at having been forced to temporarily adopt a little pet boy, who will eventually become a man, who will eventually become a weapon. The Black God is not the sort to answer prayers   AND THIS IS PROOF.  The maids keep giggling when he walks by, and he’s near oblivious. They are restrained about it when he is present, thankfully, but when he is gone from a room a crescendo of irritating twittering kicks off again. She hears it whilst trying to read her books, whilst eating her food, even while bathing.       THIS   IS   A   SICK   AND   TWISTED   TORTURE .  He is dancing in front of the mirror, little shiny shoes flashing as he dresses for said dreaded banquet. He looks at her with a little clueless face, still smiling.   Oh, he had come so far from when he was terrified by the very sight of her.      COULD THEY PLEASE GO BACK ?                      “ I ... I LIKE IT WITH THE TIE,  STEVEN HARRINGTON.  ”                               She was going to be sick. Six more weeks of this.