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welcome to h̶e̶l̶l̶ hawkins. upsidetowns, a stranger things multi-muse. non-rp blogs & minors do not interact. will not follow billy hargrove blogs. mutuals only. temporary rules & muse list under cut.
i am moving all my muses back to my multi, but i’d love to stay mutuals with everyone if you wanna follow me there @enternecers
𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓 for you weirdos who don't like happiness.
if you die on me, i’ll kill you.
just hang on a little longer… i can’t lose you.
do you think we’ll meet again? when we’re both gone…
don’t ask me to love you.
shh… don’t tell me now. get better and tell me tomorrow.
if you leave don’t bother coming back!
you promised we’d stick together…
you broke my heart.
this isn’t goodbye…
may we meet again.
i’m drowning without you.
seeing you is killing me.
don’t you love me?
you lied to me…
i lied to you…
i’ll be gone and you’ll never see me again.
i have to get away from you.
you need to get away from me.
just stay away.
you promised me!
we both know you never keep your word.
i hate you.
you hate me, don’t you?
will we ever be the same?
can we get past this?
i fell out of love…
you fell out of love…
this hurts too much.
just give me another chance… please?
lie to me…
tell me we’ll be okay?
it’s over, isn’t it?
i wish i felt the same…
i’m done.
* ( THE SEVEN HUSBANDS OF EVELYN HUGO / SENTENCE PROMPTS
people think that intimacy is about sex. but intimacy is about truth.
never let anyone make you feel ordinary.
i’m under absolutely no obligation to make sense to you.
don’t ignore half of me so you can fit me into a box.
don’t do that.
it’s always been fascinating to me how things can be simultaneously true and false, how people can be good and bad all in one.
sometimes reality comes crashing down on you.
heartbreak is a loss. divorce is a piece of paper.
when you’re given an opportunity to change your life, be ready to do whatever it takes to make it happen.
the world doesn’t give things, you take things.
you have to find a job that makes your heart feel big instead of one that makes it feel small.
please never forget that the sun rises and sets with your smile.
you’re the only thing on this planet worth worshipping.
be wary of men with something to prove.
the cruelest thing you can do to someone you love, give them just enough good to make them stick through a hell of a lot of bad.
you wonder what it must be like to be a man, to be so confident that the final say is yours.
i think you’re brilliant.
i think you’re tough.
do yourself a favor and learn to grab life by the balls.
don’t be so tied up in trying to do the right thing when the smart thing is so painfully clear.
you can be sorry about something and not regret it
the world respects people who think they should be running it.
if i want things to change, i have to change how i do things. and probably drastically.
people are messy, and love can be ugly.
i’m inclined to always err on the side of compassion.
you can’t tell a single thing about a person’s true character if you both want the same thing.
no one is just a victim or a victor. everyone is somewhere in between.
just go knowing you were loved, that i will never forget you.
you were my best friend.
nobody deserves anything. it’s simply a matter of who’s willing to go and take it for themselves.
why have i spent so long settling for less when i know damn well the world expects more?
taking pride in your beauty is a damning act.
forgiveness is different from absolution.
sometimes divorce isn’t an earth-shattering loss. sometimes it’s just two people waking up out of a fog.
if there are all different types of soul mates, then you are one of mine.
i am absolutely positive that i need you more than i’ve ever needed another living soul.
i loved you so much that i thought you were the meaning of my life.
i thought that people were put on earth to find other people, and i was put here to find you.
i don’t want to be meant for someone like you.
that’s the part i was stuck in, the part where you accept the apology because it’s easier than addressing the root of the problem.
it will be the tragedy of my life that i cannot love you enough to make you mine.
it’s a hard business, reconciling what the truth used to be with what the truth is now.
you’re an idealist and a romantic, and you have a beautiful soul.
i wish the world was ready to be the way you see it.
i wish that the rest of the people on earth with us were capable of living up to your expectations. but they aren’t.
the world is ugly, and no one wants to give anyone the benefit of the doubt about anything.
i love you too much to let you live only for me.
i’m cynical and i’m bossy, and most people would consider me vaguely immoral.
i spent half my time loving her and the other half hiding how much i loved her.
it shouldn’t be wrong, to love you. how can it be wrong?
i think being yourself—your true, entire self—is always going to feel like you’re swimming upstream.
you could be a nobody living in a cardboard box, and i’d still love you.
i simply didn’t care. it cost so much, caring. i didn’t have any currency to spend on it.
some marriages aren’t really that great. some loves aren’t all-encompassing.
the media are going to tell whatever story they want to tell. they always have. they always will.
charisma is charm that inspires devotion.
you’re not really famous if anybody still likes you.
you should know this about the rich: they always want to get richer. it is never boring, getting your hands on more money.
the truth is, praise is just like an addiction. the more you get it, the more of it you need just to stay even.
you have to push people’s boundaries and not feel bad about it. no one is going to give you anything if you don’t ask for it.
when you’ve been bested, sometimes it’s good to recognize it and move on.
no one goes around throwing caution to the wind unless the wind is blowing their way.
the easiest lie to tell is one you know the other person desperately wants to be true.
pictures speak very loudly. in general, we can almost never shake what we see with our eyes.
we all can’t go around treating people like dog shit and then expecting that a simple i’m sorry erases it.
guilt is a feeling i’ve never made much peace with. i find that when it rears its head, it brings an army.
when i feel guilty for one thing, i start to see all the other things i should feel guilty for.
accepting that something is true isn’t the same as thinking that it is just.
ST4 PT 2 PICTURES CAME OUT AND STEEB AIN’T DEAD
FILE NAME:// EDDIE MUNSON.
they were still riding a high from another successful campaign, bursting out of the school building doors and practically running across the football field into the woods that backed up against the school property. eddie wasn’t sure at what point his fingers had entwined with callie’s as she tugged him further into the dark woods, the both of them laughing and reveling in the game gone so well. by the time they stopped, the woods lit only by the moon and the football field lights that seemed far off now, eddie was breathless, stopping with callie’s hand still in his as he caught his breath, smiling, looking down at her. he’d had a crush on her for a while now, but he’d never made a move, out of respect for her brother, out of a fear of rejection. they were a good team though, and tonight he’d been looking at her in a way that was a little more than friendly, especially now as she smiled and leaned in closer, until her lips pressed against his own - just barely, catching him off guard, stealing the breath from his lungs.
“oh.” he let out a breath, his eyebrows raised as he watched her pull away, and failed to react beyond the shocked look on his face. “that was…” he chuckled, nervous, feeling his palms start to sweat, letting go of callie’s to wipe his hand on his jeans and letting out a heavy breath. “did you just kiss me?” he finally managed to get out in a playful tone, “you totally did. you just kissed me.” he teased, his hands behind his back as he leaned into her, “you know you missed a little bit. i think you should try again. practice makes perfect and all that.” he puckered up, bringing one hand from behind his back to point to his lips.
@upsidetowns | a kiss on the corner of the mouth
the two of them had been at this dance for a while now. will they, won’t they. should they, shouldn’t they. it was quite nerve-wrecking, especially when one had to interpret about a dozen mixed signals from eddie munson. one minute she was a kid, the other he was flirting with her and then the next he was talking about her brother. it was all very confusing. but there was nothing confusing about the way he made her feel. the way her heart beat faster and slower at the same time & how he felt like home. at first, callie had thought it was because of cyprus and the club. but it wasn’t. eddie had crawled under her skin and found home in her thoughts. it had been why she had decided to be bold. funny enough, callista had always considered herself courageous. yet when she leaned closer and kissed the corner of his mouth? it was just about the most terrified she had ever felt.
and then he said it, oh. nodding nervously, callie was quite certain she had ruined things. a nervous chuckle of her own broke out of her lips, gaze dropping to her shoes. ❝ i did kiss you, ❞ the blonde mumbled, pressing her lips together for a second before looking up. he was joking and teasing, callie realized. oh. ❝ it’s kinda dark, i think i might need your help to get it perfect this time, ❞ she added in a quiet voice, taking a step to get closer to him. left hand went up to rest on his cheek as she swallowed nervously. her thumb traced his bottom lip, yet another chuckle breaking out of her. ❝ sorry, i am... nervous, ❞ the blonde admitted, and then she stood on her toes again, gently pressing her lips against his. ❝ like this? ❞ callie asked quietly though she did not pull away as she did.
FILE NAME:// KATHERINE WALSH.
hawkin’s high seemed to have had this unanimous vote that the hellfire club was something to be shunned, that everyone involved was a freak – something that kat was openly against. it probably had something to do with the religious parents insisting that there was something evil associated with d & d. which, if you asked her, was just plain stupid. enjoying a fun game didn’t make you a freak … it made you human. pink lips curl up into a soft smile towards the younger cheerleader, delicate hands looping through the straps of her backpack. ❛ the squad will be here when you need them again. what’s most important is that you’re okay, okay? ❜
they don’t understand. the words die on her throat, for she does not wish to upset katherine. she has been nice and understanding, it might not be best to mention how the squad feels less like home with each passing day. while hellfire club had grieved with her, she knew the cheerleading squad was waiting for her to go back to being preppy and spirited again. after all, no one liked a sad cheerleader. ❝ i am fine, ❞ callista whispers quietly, glancing at katherine. she is far from it, the words tasting foreign on her mouth. ❝ you know, we are having a special hellfire meeting tonight. because of cyprus. there is going to be a special campaign and food and... you should come. i want you there, if you want to go. i know it’s, like, unorthodox. ❞
fair warning that this is a call/ista atw/ood blog first and a stran/ger thin/gs multi second
FILE NAME:// BENJAMIN HAYES.
❛❛ i don’t see you suggesting anything different, ❜❜ benjamin grumbles as he whacks the door with one of his crutches out of frustration. ❛❛ you’re the cheerleader, can’t i just throw you through a window? ❜❜
@upsidetowns : that isn’t going to work, dingus.
a scoff instantly breaks out of glossy lips, arms wrapping across her chest. ❝ perhaps i would be able to come up with suggestions if you’d let me think! ❞ she whispers, biting down on her lip. ❝ also, i am a cheerleader, not a football. i can’t just be thrown through a window. it’s hard enough to throw me up in the air. not to mention i could get hurt. although... ❞ the blonde turns around, studying the windows. ❝ we could use one of your crutches to break it and then you help me climb out so i can get help. ❞
FILE NAME:// CHRISSY CUNNINGHAM.
callie’s immediate reaction only makes her more curious. the rambled answer causes her to think she isn’t telling her the whole truth, but again, none of her business. chrissy just thinks it would be nice to know, if callie wanted to tell her. “oh, no, of course not!” she’s quick to say, head shaking with vigor. “i absolutely understand why your mom wants you home immediately after practice.” in the same manner that chrissy’s own mother was eager to have her home, though she doubts mrs. atwood was half as unbearable about it. “i have heard some things, though. about you going down a certain corridor that leads to one club meeting area or another in school…?”
her smile falters instantly. someone saw her? had she not been careful? she supposed so, but it has been years of lying and sneaking around and it is highly possible that someone has seen her with the hellfire club or its members. part of her wants to tell chrissy. she is tired of hiding and caring about what people think and what they might say. but then again, the problem has never been chrissy. chrissy is kind and understanding and compassionate. the problem is everyone else. people who still thinks cyprus’ death had been his fault for playing d&d in the first place. callista is quick to look around, her shoulders dropping. ❝ you can’t tell anyone. people... they don’t understand. it’s just a game and the club... they’re family. ❞
FILE NAME:// EDDIE MUNSON.
eddie smiled, glad to have made callie laugh, even if just for a moment. they’d all seen enough misery to last a lifetime, every moment that was spent being happy was a good moment in his opinion. as he sat next to her he looked to her, watching her frown and he mirrored her response. it seemed lately the club was losing more and more to the ’dark side’, the basketball team was severely interfering with his club meetings, even going as far as poaching some of his best players. he let out a sigh and shrugged, “well that is bad news.” he admitted, looking straight ahead again, into the darkness just beyond the boundary of the trailer park. “do you have a replacement?” he asked, though he knew it was going to be hard to replace her, and sinclair, maybe he’d have to postpone the campaign entirely. maybe it shouldn’t have been such a big deal, but he’d been working on it for months, and this final part was going to be the biggest campaign he’d imagined to date, his last hurrah - so to speak - before passing the baton onto his younger members before he graduate. “you’re going to miss something epic, you know.” he spoke after a long pause, somber and trying not to show that he felt slighted at the idea that members of his club were choosing the basketball game over their friends….their family. the place that had given them safe haven in the hell that is high school. “we’ll miss you…i’ll miss you.”
callista had been living the double life for years now, hiding from the world that she was a hellfire club member. funny enough, all the club members knew she was a cheerleader. she did not feel a need to keep anything from them, they accepted her without judgment. then why was it still so hard to just let go of the person she used to be before cyprus had died? the blonde swallowed dryly, gaze avoiding his as she stared at the trailer opposite his. ❝ i don’t want to miss it. i know how important it is for you... and i was so excited! i was even going to wear my lucky jacket, ❞ she whispered quietly, resting her chin on her hands. ❝ you know i don’t have a replacement, eds. i’m already a replacement, ❞ callie added, frown settling in her features. that was when she got up, anxious energy making it impossible for her to sit idly by. ❝ i mean, i could be late? i can lie to chrissy and say i have a headache or something? sneak out so i can meet you? i would still be in my cheerleading uniform so no hellfire club t-shirt or lucky jacket but... though what if i’m too late and i still miss it? ❞ she conjectured, gesticulating dramatically and dropping her bag on the ground ( though she was too immersed in her plans to notice it. ) ❝ or i could just not go cheer. but then i’d have to walk into the school in disguise because i am sure someone would recognize me. do you think that would work? ❞ she was officially rambling nervously.
* HEARTBREAKING WAYS TO SAY GOODBYE PROMPTS ,
we weren't a happy ending, but you were the best story i could ever ask for.
now i must pretend we have never dreamed of a future together.
i understand how lucky i was now.
after a life of heartbreak, you my dear, will always be the worst one.
i would say i'm happy for you, but i could never lie to you.
our idea of love was stronger than our act love itself.
you'll always be the one who has my heart.
until we meet again.
i'll have to love you in another lifetime.
perhaps in another lifetime then.
i knew it would end up this way but the small hope i had kept me going.
sometimes the love you want is not the love you need.
i wish it didn't have to come to this.
the universe wrote us for each other and then we wrote us apart.
i love you, which is why i have to let you go.
we'll just have to be friends, and there's nothing wrong with that.
i don't know why i cared so much.
you helped me realize that love is not as glorious as it's made to be.
do you think you'd love me again?
there would never have been enough time for us.
i would have waited forever for you.
sometimes the easiest way to say goodbye, is to not say goodbye at all.
this was a mistake, but i don't regret making it.
i guess all good things must come to an end.
you should've protected me, but you became the thing i needed protecting from.
it was fun while it lasted, but my heart is torn.
we were meant to be but unfortunately we were never meant to last.
i miss being your friend.
it was never meant to be, otherwise it would have been.
i just wished you would have seen me the way i saw you.
you always did love the chase for love more than loving me.
it's best we say goodbye before we damage each other beyond repair.
i was always there for you, even if it killed me on the inside.
and so, i will never love again.
it broke my heart to make you hate me.
i knew you would be my ending, i just hoped it would have been a happy one.
but in the end, i could never be yours.
maybe we can finish our story in another lifetime.
i will love you always, even if you can't.
you shouldn't be looking at me like that.
i lost someone who didn't love me; you lost someone who loved you deeply.
is this truly the end for us?
i've wasted my time in the most painful way possible.
FILE NAME:// ROBIN BUCKLEY.
even the slightest whisper makes robin nearly jump, mouth drying up before she can comprehend what vickie has said to her. was she really talking? to her? shit, shit, shit. what was that advice steve kept giving her? just be yourself?
❝ thanks, ❞ she blurts out without thinking. ❝ i mean — thanks, but we aren’t… it’s not like that. ❞ robin laughs a little, trying not to sound as hopelessly awkward as she feels.
❝ we work together, ❞ she says, as if that will clarify why the two of them are always seen together. ❝ at the family video, so… we’re just friends, really. and co-workers. but that’s funny, though! that you thought we were dating. ❞ another laugh, half-forced. ❝ i’ll have to tell steve you said that, he’ll think that’s hilarious. ❞ he definitely won’t.
her eyebrows raise in both confusion and surprise, though vickie is quick to look away. emerald hues fall to her shoes as cheeks burn a bright shade of pink. of course she had gotten it all wrong! and now she had started an awkward conversation. dammit. ❝ oh, i am so sorry. i just- ❞ she trails off, glancing up at robin as the other laughs.
oh. so robin is not mad. good. it would suck if she was. the redhead was sure their situation was a lot like claire and brian from the breakfast club. but it seems much like andrew and claire. had they dated before? why did he drive her to school all the time then? vickie is suddenly all the more curious to know.
❝ i mean, y’all just spend a lot of time together, i guess. but i was being silly. boys and girls can totally be just friends! ❞ she replies, hues falling shut before she forces an awkward smile on her. ❝ oh, i know you do. i mean. i’ve seen you there! at the family video. i am sure you don’t remember me. ❞ a beat. ❝ sorry again for just assuming about you and steve. i was just curious. some other people in band were wondering too so i figured i’d ask. ❞ well, that much is a lie, but she did not want to sound too... well, creepy.
FILE NAME:// EDDIE MUNSON.
eddie thought for a moment before looking to nancy with a grin and nodded, “actually usually i’m more dramatic than this. especially when talking about how much high school is a shit hole. of course you wouldn’t agree though…”
blue hues study his features, head shaking quietly. nancy is not quite sure how she feels about high school actually. there have been too many ups and downs and twists and turns for me to have simple feelings about it. funny enough, real life is not much better for an ambitious girl such as herself / temporary job still tasting bitter inside her mouth. not that eddie knows anything about it. they might have gone to the same school for a while now, but they did not acknowledge each other before. seems too complicated to express her real thoughts about high school and adulthood. ❝ you think you know everything about me, don’t you? ❞ she challenges, hint of a smile gracing her features. ❝ tell me, eddie, what is my opinion about high school then? ❞
to all the nan/cy, ste/ve and ja/ne rpers out there, capseroo on insanejournal posted sorted caps of them in season four in case you need them.
cal.lie would be so obsessed with di/rty dan/cing and the soundtrack