Wanted Dead or Alive

Hello and welcome to my blog! Beth. She/Her. 25+. Muses vary in age and verse dependent. This is an indie private, selective and mutuals only RP blog for Eleven “El” Hopper, Steve Harrington, and Barb Holland, Jason Carver. Minors DNI. Personals do not reblog posts. Multi-para-novella writer.

  round and round the metal pipe goes, winding up for the big crescendo almost IMPATIENTLY. everything about billy hargrove screams come at me, from the sure grip on his weapon to the bright and sharp grin on his lips - the dangerous glint in his eyes. as fucked up as it sounds - this is him in his element ; where he´s the most confident. he´s been walking on thin ice ever since he´s been released from the damn hospital when it comes to both himself and others ; but this ? this is familiar territory, even though it´s technically his first time facing off like this against other dimensional monsters with nothing but the equivalent of a metal stick in his hands - but fights ? he knows fights.

 there´s an eery calm spreading through his entire body, like a star athlete taking a deep breath before breaking out into a record breaking sprint ; or a basketball player throwing a buzzer beater across the court.  ❝  fuck off harrington.  ❞    he´s in the zone and it´s time for him to finally let loose.  ❝ don´t you worry, i´ll give you something to look at ❞ and with that, it´s like the tension that´s been building up between them had snapped. billy steps up and swings at the flying creature coming at them with all his might - sends it hurling to the ground with a satisfying crunch. 

he´s howling, the laugh escaping his throat long before he could be bothered to stop it as he goes for the next one - the rage is coursing through him and the demonic bats are his punching sacks to relieve all of the tension and stress he´d been building up. all of the nightmares, the sleepless nights - voices of the dead haunting him through the day ; these bats aren´t the real thing, not yet. but they´re a good appetizer to what´s to come. it sends the message well enough ; that billy hargrove is here, angry and ready for payback. harrington better keep up.    ❝  WOOO !!  COME ON ! COME ON !! IS THAT ALL YOU GOT ?  ❞

     Gaze narrows and Steve realizes the shift in atmosphere around them. Who had Billy Hargrove just became in front of him? Had he ever seen this side of the other before? Not that he could remember. Billy was always confident. Always an asshole and in a sense, Steve felt like he was looking at himself before the change. Before he kicked Tommy and Carol to the curb and became someone else. Was what he was feeling how others saw him back then? Just another jackass who wanted to watch the world burn and laugh about it? Surely not. He was liked. He was popular. This was different. It had to be different. He could accept so much, but being compared to that? He couldn't accept that. Not at all.

     As the bats started to fly in, Steve didn't have the chance of replying to Billy's witty banter that made him roll his eyes, words dying on the tip of his tongue. He had so much he wanted to say to the other. So much he wanted to cuss him out for and put into words but all of it had fell away the moment the battle began.

     Fingers gripped the bat tighter, for a ticking second, he's lost himself in the maniac way of Billy's shouts. The way he swung the pipe and beat back the bats flying towards them. He seemed way too comfortable in this environment and Steve's lips part to say something when a noise causes him to turn on his heels. Of course, they were coming from behind. Why had he been so stupid to only watch the same direction as Billy? He'll cuss himself out for that weakness later.

richie  wasn’t  expecting  much,  he  didn’t  know  steve  but  he  also  probably  wouldn’t  like  him  if  he  did,  but  he’s  bored  and  he  wants  to  play  streetfighter  and  his  other  friends  wanna  waste  the  fucking  summer.   but  not  richard  tozier,  no,  he  was  gonna  be  on  top  of  the  scoreboard  for  the  damn  week.  he  spent  months  saving  up  for  this  stupid  shit,  mowing  lawns,  and  doing  laundry  and  scavenging  his  house  for  a  quarter  everywhere.  did  he  steal  from  his  sister?  yeah,  but  she  would  get  over  it.  but  it’s  a  record  scratch  when  steve  admits  he  doesn’t  know  how  to  play,  how  was  he  gonna  work  with  that  bullshit?   “  what  the  hell  do  you  mean  you  don’t  know  how  to  play??  “  richie  asks  with  a  flabbergasted  face,  rolling  his  brown  eyes  behind  glasses.  damn  did  he  have  to  teach  everyone  everything??  made  sense  though,  steve  was  a dumb  jock.  “  okay,  i  can  teach  you,  are  you  a  fast  learner  at  least  ???  !  “  

     There's a raise of an eyebrow at Richie's reaction and Steve half wants to laugh. What was this little shithead expecting? Steve Harrington to be a gamer? There was no way. He was a jock. An athlete. He liked to play basketball and run track. He liked to attend other sport events and throw parties to interact with the other people who run in his circle. He wasn't a gamer. No, hardly any of the popular kids were and if they were? They never really talked about it or brought it up in conversation and to be frank, Steve couldn't blame them. If he had placed himself from that perspective? He'd be afraid of others calling him lame and losing his well deserved reputation.

     "Well, duh." He says, giving Richie a look mixed between "no shit" and "what were expecting?". Did this twerp think that he had to be a slow learned when basketball games involved different plays and working with other peoples strengths on a constantly changing court? In the heat of the game, not everything goes to plan and he has to make things work even if it wasn't ran by the coach originally.

“Nobody’s gonna slow me down.”

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There’s a raise of an eyebrow at Eddie’s words. A small tilt of his chin upward, as eyebrows start to knit together instead. He makes a face at the words and has to hold back to small laugh that threatens to fall from his lips, building up inside of his throat.

@byersthecleric​ asked: “why won’t you tell me what happened?” / for El! Meme I can’t find || Not Accepting

     She's calm now. There are no more tears cascading down her cheeks from her light gaze. She had kept it together until they had arrived home but the moment she had crossed the threshold, the flood gates had broken and she bolted straight to her room. Now she sat, her back against the headboard, her knees pulled to her chest and her legs around them. The teddy bear lay beside her on the bed that was no longer made, blanket thrown back down towards the foot of it and Will? He was beside her and his question had been the only thing that had broken the silence that had settled once the soft sound of sobs had stopped.

     What had happened? What HADN'T happened? Ever since they had moved to California, all Eleven wanted to do was make friends. She wanted to fit in and experience being normal. She wanted to know what it was like to not be different and with the loss of her powers, she had thought that perhaps it would have been easier. It wasn't. In fact, it felt even worse now that she felt so distant from who she truly was inside. Without her powers, she didn't quite recognize the girl who looked back at her in the mirror and the feeling of being lost? It hadn't gone away. No matter how much time had passed.