#v 001.

[batterdad]

@chieffather​ / s.c.

Wiping away tears that aren’t there dramatically, he gives Hopper a smile, hanging off of car door. Last dance of the school year, he never thought he’d see the day, finally almost having graduate; getting to see the once middle school A.V. club get to their end of freshman year dance.  “They grow up so fast, don’t they, Hop?”

[batterdad]

@fightbullshit / v 001 sc

        jaw sets when he spots her, fists clench when she’s dragging him back into that stupid alley he avoids on the way out now. ( but he can’t be angry, this is nancy, he KNOWS nancy, there were no insults to give that didn’t hurt him as well. ) still, deep breathes keep him grounded, tempted to fumble for a cigarette ( take the pain away, relax harrington, no need to LASH OUT when you don’t mean it ). these thoughts only work against him when he finds himself let go of, tethered again to the real world. 

        the real world where nancy wheeler was still the most beautiful woman steve had ever loved ( still loved? the only woman? not important. ) the real world where he normally had to pick up dustin after school tomorrow and drop him off at the arcade ( if he wasn’t in the HOSPITAL ), the real world where baseball bat had saved his life, the real world where members of the party were vastly outnumbered even with his help. the real world where he should be the one stuck in white walls, not them, the real world where he was covering nasty bruises and cuts, they didn’t seem important, where it hurt when he took too deep a breath. he was fine. 

        irritation litters his tone, his very actions as arms cross and his balance shifts, finally looking to nancy after a moment. “what was so important you had to wait outside of the locker rooms for me?? shouldn’t you be at home⸻ “ the words catch in his throat ( HIS FAULT ! ) “⸻ mike’s arm is broken, you should be with him.” 

[batterdad]

@chieffather​/ cont.

Steve considers his next words carefully ⸻ that tone scares him, but he doesn’t let it show. “It was two beers, I stayed in, no one was over. That was it.” One hand meets to hip, other gesticulating before running through hair. Nervous habit. “No one else has been here all night, I promise.” v

[batterdad]

@hegavememyname / s.c.

“ ⸻ Hey, El? Open the door for me?”

Leaning against post outside of the cabin, pizza box takes all of the room in his hands. Coming out here on a school night wasn’t his idea, but he’d take any excuse to skip a class- tomorrow was senior ditch day, so it was no surprise when he got a call from a familiar voice in the afternoon, strongly discouraging him from participating without reason.

“Hopper wanted me to bring you dinner ⸻ said something about staying late on a case? Figured you could use some company.” 

[ecdysiis]

quick verse blips:

- v 001. - her time as nasya sarwar, human. follows her life from childhood to the day she went to sleep in a cryopod.

- v 002. - nasan ar, translator of the awoken, confidant of the queen. from the moment she woke to the moment nasan died.

- v 003. - orin the risen. more severely touched by the influence of the nine as the centuries pass. lost within her own emotions. until orin the lost.

- v 004. - the emissary of the nine. remembered by few in a life she has forgotten - yet remembers, though not as her own. 

[batterdad]

[drunk text] Please don’t hate me I’m too tired and too dizzy to be hated - nancy

text meme / accepting

[ text 📲 “nance” ] : i don’t hate you nance [ text 📲 “nance” ] : jesus christ are you okay? [ text 📲 “nance” ] : you’re scaring me

[batterdad]

'[TEXT FROM: Coffee bean] okay I'm bringing coffee' from Aaron cause hi Jesse ilu

text meme / accepting

[ text 📲 “caramel frap babe” ] : you’re a god send[ text 📲 “caramel frap babe” ] : meet me by the bleachers?

[batterdad]

[drunk text] SWEEEEEEEET CAROLINE (FROM NOAH TOO)

text meme / accepting / @devctte

[ text 📲 “former king current dickhead” ] : noah if you drank the scotch i will fight you[ text 📲 “former king current dickhead” ] : n o a h  j o s e p h  h a r r i n g t o n