#crawlingforwardx

[maybestronger]

@crawlingforwardx

The others were finally GONE. It was just the two of them left now, in his big ol' house and while there was PLENTY of room to spread out, she found her spot practically on TOP of him. Hands tended to his various wounds slowly, and while her OWN body was littered with cuts and bruises as well, she couldn't care LESS about them. Less about HERSELF. Not right now. Not after seeing what he had gone through tonight. Her heart was still POUNDING in her ears, adrenaline hard to ESCAPE, but at least she knew HE was safe. Nothing was FATAL and she could patch it up given enough time. ❝This might STING a little.❞

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@crawlingforwardx || plotted thing

❝God you're REALLY strong.❞ She's flirting. Anyone could see her and tell RIGHT away. Tina was SHAMELESS honestly, but as she reached out to PLAYFULLY grip Billy's bicep when offered the CHANCE, she completely missed the way STEVE slid up next to her until she FELT him practically at her hip. For a SPLIT second brows FURROWED, unsure of why ANYONE would interrupt her right now, but the look was QUICKLY replaced once she realized who it was. ❝Steve?❞

[musingmemories]

Six months after the Vecna disaster, what the people of Hawkins were calling The Apocalypse, it was still hard to believe the party had actually done it. Defeated Vecna. Destroyed the Upside Down. All party members disbanded and starting their lives the way they wanted to now that they'd found themselves in the midst of survival. The Wheelers had moved, Karen able to convince Ted to sell their beloved house and move down to the beachy scenery of Florida so she could embrace the tan life. The east coast had called to Nancy and Steve - more so Nancy, still keeping her dream alive and nose for news stronger than ever. Hoping this exposure between truth and science would put her on the map. The name Nancy Wheeler on everyone's lips, a prime candidate for her journalism career.

No such luck. And unfortunately, they remained within the state of Indiana in a one-bedroom apartment until Nancy made her big break. “This is such bullshit.” She threw yet another rejection letter into trash, heavily debating on setting it on fire in the house and watching it burn as a big fuck you, assholes! to the company that'd sent it. Again, but Steve had scolded Nancy for doing it after catching her with a lighter with one end of the first letter already ignited. Rejection after rejection. How familiar it was, a hole eating away at her chest and self-worth.

Catching Steve's sympathetic gaze, she blew a sigh of frustration past her lips. “I just thought this whole… government takedown thing would’ve landed me… I don’t know — something to be taken seriously as a journalist...” Instead, Nancy’s continuous blasts had been covered up, expertly spun. A freak biochemical explosion beneath the town of Hawkins had been the reason for the destruction and chaos. Monsters seen by witnesses were nothing more than hallucinations from the gas rising beneath the broken Earth's surface, etcetera, etcetera. 'Tomorrow will be better.' Came the reassuring words coaxing her closer, arms warm tugging her into his chest and molding Nancy perfectly against him on their ridiculously uncomfortable but cheap couch.

“Tomorrow’s never a guarantee.” They both knew that, especially after fighting for so long to protect Hawkins. “It's like... everyone's scared of the truth still. To know what's really out there. Even though the government covered it all up... there's still the fear of what if?, right?” A groan of yet another release of frustration had her burying her face into Steve's chest. “Maybe I should write a book... not like anyone believes me anyway...” Now there was an idea in the half-joke, but Nancy peeked up at Steve with apologetic sky blues. “I'm sorry it's taking so long for your dream too. The Winnebago... the kid...s." Reluctant with the plural usage of the word, Nancy smiled to herself at it. Six was a wild number to her. “I still want that too... but I want us to have the money for it first. To be able to really enjoy it to the fullest.”

@crawlingforwardx sent: “tomorrow will be better.” (Steve to Nancy)

[ash-muses]

♡ Mixed Bag Prompts ♡ Starter for @crawlingforwardx

Billy placed one hand on the hood of his Camaro and took a drag from his cigarette, idly rolling it between his fingers as he exhaled a white plume of smoke. Holding the cigarette at the corner of his lips, he slipped off the leather jacket he wore and tossed it into the passenger seat. "Am I dreaming, or is that you Harrington?" he quipped with a bit of sarcasm. Then, he stepped away from the car, slamming the door of the Camaro a little harder than intended and taking a few leisurely strides toward the other until he stopped a few feet away from him on the porch.

It was cool out, the scenery flooded in soft, pale moonlight and the faint sound of the TV drifting out from the interior of the house where Steve stood in the doorway. He had shown up at Tommy's place, secretly looking for an excuse to get the hell away from his own house for a while. Neil was on his bullshit again and he was still revved up from the confrontation, unaware that a small bruise had surfaced near his jawline. While he hadn't expected to see Harrington here this late, it gave him something else to focus his energy on.

"Doesn't really matter what you think you know, King Steve," came his low, deceptively smooth voice, using the nickname as a subtle jab to get under his skin. "Looks like you're stuck with me for a while — so, get out of my way." There was an underlying edge to his words, a mix of challenge and a hint of danger. "I need a drink."

[roguexpogue]

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"Nah, I might be a mild klepto. I don't steal from my friends." The man had standards when it came to his petty crimes. JJ slid through the side door of Steve's house. "I brought us some weed." He started working two jobs in Hawkins. The Hideout at night, and Family Video during the day. That's how he met Harrington. "Where's Buckley?"

[digdugg]

@crawlingforwardx

The music in Max's headphones was upbeat, however the lyrics were anything but. It was fitting all things considered, though the music did a better job of seeming happy than she did.

People would ask her if she was all right, and all she gave them was a shrug and a monotone "I'm fine." Eventually, they quit trying if they weren't close enough. And as seasons change, so do people.

Billy's death was old news, people moved on. She however hadn't.

One of the few things she'd do to 'distract' herself was wander around town, whether on foot or her board. There was a numbness inside of her and it was difficult to shake.

She arrived at the movie rental store, the twinkling of bells barely heard with her headphones on. The staff always tried to greet her, and bless them for trying, because it hardly registered.

"If you need any he--" "Yeah, I'm good." She hated sounding so curt, it wasn't that she intended to come off so short, but she also couldn't find it in herself to bring forth much emotion.

Quietly she perused the aisles as she often did, glancing over various titles and picking the odd one just to read the summary on the back before placing it back on the shelf. Rarely did she ever check anything out.

Deep in her thoughts and her music, she hadn't even heard Steve come behind her and her body jerked, nearly dropping a tape. Pulling her headphones off, she turned to him.

"Jesus, are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

[ebbiemunson]

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God Eddie could relate to that. He could relate to how Hawkins seemed to hold onto things forever. It had etched his reputation into stone, and it made it nearly impossible to make anything of himself other than how other people perceived him. He was lucky to have gotten a job as a server at Enzo's.

"You wanna talk about it, Stevie? Stupid people being stupid doesn't fuckin' mean that it doesn't hurt any less or make you feel any less like shit, right? Eventually, that kinda shit wears on you. Especially if you don't talk to someone about it, you know?"

[dre4mgrl]

@crawlingforwardx sent i'm trying to picture a world where we get through this in one piece.

` nancy wanted to laugh. serious, prissy nancy wished she could giggle out the chaos that tore through her insides at the thought of their very dark future in hawkins. they'd fought before. a dnd campaign right out of mike's old notebooks tormented their daily lives for the past few years now, and nancy would like nothing more than to laugh it all off. if it could all be a joke like the authorities would treat it if they could tell them, then it couldn't hurt them anymore. it would lose its power. instead of breathy humor, nancy let out a soft sigh. "i would say, that's the world where none of this ever happened... but i'm starting to think that was never an option. this was all going to happen no matter what we did to stop it. we were always destined to face it. doesn't that sound stupid?" a smile broke through her devastated features then.

[maybestronger]

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 @crawlingforwardx asked : Why are you looking at me like that?

❝Hmm?❞ The question caused Chrissy to jump to attention and push herself OFF of the counter she had been leaning against. AMUSED expression is wiped clean from her face and she attemped to stiffle a laugh. It's relatively UNSUCCESSFUL and unfortunately came out in the form of a snorting giggle. Quiet as it was, it was audible all the same. Shoot. The blonde shook her head quickly then, before raising both hands and FUSSING with the scoops hat now slightly askew upon the crown of her head. ❝I'm not LOOKING at you any sort of WAY.❞ It's a lie, but she figured she'd stand her ground here. Steve had just struck OUT with yet another poor girl just wanting to buy ice cream, and Chrissy couldn't help but stare on in bemused AWE. It was like watching a car crash in slow motion, she wanted to look away - but couldn't. ❝This is how I ALWAYS look at you.❞

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Steve

[NSFW] put a name in my inbox and my muse will answer:

How interested they are in having sex with them:

10/10 and she's not afraid to say it.

How much they would pay (or have to be paid) to have sex with them:

not a damn cent.

If they would rather bottom or top them:

I think they would switch to be honest. But I can see her topping more often for some reason lol

How good they think they would be:

Tried and true, she knows its good. They keep coming back for a reason.

If they’d prefer kitchen counter, wall, or shower sex with them:

Kitchen counter or shower if not just a normal bed honestly.

If they’d fuck, have sex, or make love: 

somewhere between sex and making love on a normal day. without the label of love of course. but when they are both at their horn.iest? fucking <3

If they were going to make it a threesome, the third person they’d pick:

He would never agree to it, but she'd toss Billy into the ring haha whoops

If they think there’s ever a possibility that it would happen:

has happened before, will happen again.

[musingmemories]

College. Journalism. The future. Wasn’t going to be one if they didn’t finish off Vecna for good — the Upside Down for good. But after his little show off display of power by literally shaking the Earth and ripping it apart, threatening to destroy their home from the ground under… it’d been quiet. Too quiet. It made Nancy restless, anxious, trying to figure out where he’d gone or what he was up to before he could even act.

Everyone else? They’d started to move on, embracing the quiet. Mike and his friends were all talking about their lives after high school — even Dustin with his inability to let things go jokingly claimed that maybe the ghost of Eddie tied Vecna down to the Gates of Hell with him after all. Nancy could understand… hell, she wanted to be done with it all too. But in monster hunting, she’d found herself… and there was a small part that was worried she wouldn’t remember who she was before or after all of this peace.

There was one person that had a way of helping her find it, of making her remember and feel like she wasn’t all gunslinger Nancy Wheeler. Without a reason for being there — okay, half of a reason. A check-in, doing her rounds, questioning how everyone was really doing and if they’d seen anything since the last time she’d asked. Except she hadn’t checked in on anyone else today. When Steve opened the door, Nancy completely forgot her entire excuse, standing there awkwardly after an almost shy “Hi.”, all of his past confessions rushing and short-circuiting her brilliant brain. Something that still lingered in the air, Nancy without an answer. Couldn’t give an answer… not until they were officially safe. “I was just… in the area. Going to see if you maybe wanted to talk? Grab coffee? Not like… talk, talk, if you don’t want to.” A rush of breath exhaled past her lips and Nancy couldn’t take it anymore. “I’m anxious, Steve. I need coffee and I need to shoot something. Coming with me or not?” Atta girl, Nance, super subtle and totally not pushy.

@crawlingforwardx ♡’d for a starter

[edhellfire]

"You look like shit." (sorry about him lol)

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"What the fuck do you expect me to look like?" After a night of partying, this was as good as it was going to get. Big messy hair, dark circles, the faint smell of alcohol and cigarettes and Eddie still had the marks left behind by his blankets all over his torso since he'd opened the door for Steve right after getting out of bed. "What are you even doing here this early?" It wasn't early at all. It was a little past noon. Eddie had just gone to sleep way too late. After driving home from the party, he drank some more at home and watched some music videos on tv. He smoked a blunt and that's what did him in. He'd fallen asleep with his clothes on but at some point during the night he'd stripped down to his jeans.

Slowly but surely Eddie's brain was loading, remembering the previous night while taking in the sight before him. Steve looked put together, making Eddie reach over and grab at a piece of Steve's hair. "Did you blow dry your hair, Farrah?"

[loyalpromise]

📜(For Nancy)

steve, standing with his back turned: i’ve been expecting you, nancy. nancy: how did you do that without turning around ? steve: ... to be perfectly honest, the first couple of people i did that to were not you.

[reefinanddrinkin]

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The party at Steve's knocked him out pretty good. The morning drive home from Steve didn't do jack shit. Not even the sudden stop that made Nick hit his head against the window did anything to wake him. Steve called Chrissy to help him get her brother back inside his apartment to sleep off the alcohol.

"Hey, hey, Steve. That was an awesome graduation party." Nick slurred out. Before his body hit his couch.

[grcveyacd]

“ seriously, harrington?! i could kill you. “ she’s scrambling to pick up the pack of smokes that were now floating in a puddle. the pack of smokes she had been nursing for weeks now that had become the source of helping her with the impending doom she had felt as of late. “ i needed these. “ she mutters, opening the pack, only to find one out of the five not soaked. “ next time warn me if you’re going to get distracted by the washed up prom queen, kay? “ // @crawlingforwardx sent a flower emoji for a randomized starter

[irrcdeemable]

@crawlingforwardx asked:

❛  you didn't hear a word of what i just said, did you?  ❜ (if me sending a random prompt is okay?)

"Sorry, Harrington. My bullshit-o-meter was going off. You're gonna have to repeat that little statement of yours." Billy smirked. Truth be told, he had been listening to Steve but rather than just saying that he chose to mess with him instead. Billy didn't know why he just couldn't play nice where Steve Harrington was concerned. Or maybe he did know. Affection or emotions weren't something that came naturally to him, so this was his own personal and very annoying way of expressing it.