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❝ then it won't be 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔞 who comes for her. it will be the 𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖊𝖙 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍. ❞

'you don't gotta worry about me.' he scoffs before he realizes the rudeness of his response, because he's just so used to it. worrying about anyone but himself is kind of his thing now. avoidance masked behind carefulness towards the safety of others. because if he can't do that, he'll have to focus on his own inner turmoil–- and he'd rather impale himself with her bat-sword than do something like that.

her touch startles him more than anything else. steve's used to arms-length affection, words of affirmation and moments of kindness–- but physical closeness in this environment is unnatural to him. however, he finds comfort in this gesture, and gathers a ludicrious response after a few moments in the whirring silence following the thunder. ❛ so you've got it handled, huh? ❜

he throws a glance her way, a light in his eyes to ease whatever she may be feeling from her natural response to the noise. no stranger to involving himself in terror, steve knows there's nothing embarrassing about the unknowns that exist within this dimension. and he knows valerie has less experience than him in the place. however, he won't heed to teasing, and hopes that she finds humor in it, too.

he holds her gaze a moment longer before peeling it away, focusing on the tracks beneath their feet. he notices the stillness between them, the carefulness of their every step as they continue to tread onward.

──  .✦  𝙩𝙝𝙚  𝙩𝙬𝙤  𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙  𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚  for  a  moment  in  silence,  delicate  hand  holding  tightly  onto  steve's  as  she  catches  herself  almost  enjoying  the  contact  between  them.  it  isn't  something  she's  used  to  by  any  means.  the  only  physical  affection  she  has  ever  had  was  when  she  would  give  it  to  her  little  sister  but  this  is  different.  its  comforting  for  the  girl.  her  look  of  fear  dissipates  into  an  eyeroll  and  small  shake  of  her  head.  ❝  well,  we  can't  all  be  steve  'the  hair'  harrington,  can  we?  i'm  not  used  to...  all  this.  ❞

     𝙩𝙝𝙚  𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜  𝙞𝙨  𝙖  𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩  choice  from  steve  as  its  what  valerie  is  used  to.  the  girl  grew  up  with  billy  hargrove,  for  crying  out  loud.  teasing  is  like  a  second  language  for  the  redhead.  there  is  just  something  about  this  guy  that  puts  her  mind  at  ease  and  lets  her  know  she's  okay.  ocean  eyes  remain  locked  with  steve's  for  a  moment  longer  before  she  clears  her  throat  and  pulls  her  hand  from  his,  fiddling  with  her  sleeve  as  she  starts  to  walk  beside  him  again.

     𝙝𝙚𝙧  𝙜𝙖𝙯𝙚  𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨  𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣  to  her  feet  as  she  makes  sure  she  doesn't  trip.  she  has  good  balance  from  her  days  as  a  cheerleader  but  there  is  nothing  that  could  have  prepared  her  for  being  in  this  place.  every  step  has  to  be  calculated  or  she  might  end  up  on  her  ass  which  is  something  she  would  never  be  able  to  live  down.  falling  over  in  front  of  steve  harrington?  no,  thank  you.

     ❝  𝙞𝙩  𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨  𝙤𝙣  𝙩𝙝𝙚  𝙙𝙖𝙮  but  usually  i'd  be  driving  around  in  my  firebird  listening  to  music  and  chain  smoking.  ❞  valerie  is  tempted  to  slap  herself  in  the  face  for  that.  what  kind  of  girl  admits  that?  ugh,  why  was  she  like  this?  ❝  that,  and  being  a  mom  to  max  since  susan  can't  do  it  herself.  oh,  and  coaching  the  cheer  squad.  what  about  you,  hm?  what  do  you  usually  get  up  to?  ❞

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"𝙄'𝙢 𝙣𝙤 𝙪𝙥𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙣, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄'𝙢 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚."

the likelihood that steve won't volunteer himself     to accompany a mission into that damn underworld baffles him still. every time he believes its their last, he ends up with a member of the party or an extension in this godforsaken place. low rumbling presses against his ears as he treks down the hawkins train tracks in the upside-down, taking in the familiar stench of his own anticipation paired with a newer aura of this newer addition to the group. aside from once, steve hasn't spent much time with valerie, nonetheless in this situation. in fact, it's really only happened twice now–- and ironically both haven't even occurred in their own dimension that they call home.

❛ you gonna be okay with just that? ❜ he inquires curiously, referring to her chosen weapon. a JUST-IN-CASE, they had called it humorously. both of them knew, however, the likelihood of them running into some trouble. it was something steve seemed to invite at this point.

──  .✦  𝙞𝙛  𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚  𝙬𝙖𝙨  𝙤𝙣𝙚  𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜  that  valerie  rose  mayfield  is  going  to  do,  its  putting  other  people  before  herself.  she  volunteered  to  go  with  steve  into  the  upside  down  despite  only  ever  venturing  into  this...  hellhole  once  before.  the  redhead's  entire  body  tenses  as  the  rumbling  travels  through  her  right  down  to  her  core  and  she  makes  an  effort  to  speed  up  so  she  can  stay  close  to  the  male.  the  last  thing  she  wants  is  to  end  up  alone  in  this  place,  that  sounds  like  how  she  ends  up  dead  and  she  isn't  exactly  ready  to  die  just  yet.  she  didn't  know  steve  all  that  well  other  than  what  max  has  told  her  and  from  what  she'd  seen  at  school  when  he  was  still  a  student  there.  if  she  didn't  know  that  he  took  care  of  her  little  sister  when  she  couldn't,  there  was  no  way  she  would  be  as  trusting  of  him  as  she  is  now.  it  just  isn't  who  she  is.

     𝙖  𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩  𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝  𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙨  her  red  painted  lips  as  she  twirls  her  weapon  of  choice,  a  baseball  bat  with  a  knife  attached  to  the  base.  it  was  just  something  she'd  thrown  together  after  putting  some  thought  into  what  kind  of  weapon  she  would  be  comfortable  with.  she  hopes  that  she  never  has  to  use  it  but  needs  must.  ❝  i  can  handle  it,  harrington.  you  don't  gotta  worry  about  me.  ❞  this  is  classic  val.  she  is  the  one  that  does  the  worrying  but  no  one  does  it  for  her  or  so  she  thinks.

     𝙖  𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙧  𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙  𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙥  of  thunder  rings  through  their  vicinity  and  it  draws  a  loud  squeal  out  of  the  younger,  her  hand  shooting  out  to  grab  hold  of  steve's  without  even  thinking.  her  eyes  blew  wide  with  fear  and  she  looks  up  at  him  in  that  moment,  seeking  comfort  which  is entirely  unlike  her.

gearing up for a fight against a super monster proves to be a little more difficult than dustin initially planned for. at the very least, back in hawkins, their numbers are growing. with max waking up ( thank god ), it makes sense that @mayfieldfire is in tow. dustin, eyeing the weaponry along the wall, turns to val with a raised eyebrow. ❛ is there anything you're particularly good with? ❜ he asks. ❛ 'cause i know nancy's got the guns ready to go, but not everyone should have a gun, ❜ he trails off, eyeing some of his friends, ❛ if you know what i mean. ❜ ( ♥ )

──  .✦  𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚  𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚  𝙨𝙤  𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮  𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨  swirling  around  in  valerie's  head  and  none  of  them  particularly  good.  it  felt  like  just  yesterday  she  was  sat  in  an  uncomfortable  hospital  chair  watching  her  little  sister's  seemingly  peaceful  face.  oh,  wait.  it  actually  was  yesterday.  the  redhead  was  primed  for  a  fight  especially  now  that  she  had  max  back.  she  wanted  to  kill  things,  vecna  specifically,  and  she  would  stop  at  nothing  to  do  it.

     𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜  𝙖  𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙮  𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙚  𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙  over  the  weapons  on  the  wall,  ocean  blue  eyes  scanned  them  before  they  settled  on  a  baseball  bat  wrapped  in  barbed  wire.  she  knew  it  was  usually  steve's  weapon  of  choice  but  she  could  make  it  her  own.  it  wasn't  like  he'd  be  needing  it  now  since  he'd  upgraded  to  a  spear.  ❝  this.  this  i  can  do.  ❞  val  grabbed  it  from  the  wall  before  spinning  it  over  the  top  of  her  hand  and  catching  it,  her  old  baton  twirling  skills  kicking  in.  she  pushed  her  shoulder  length  auburn  tresses  away  from  her  face  and  turned  to  face  dustin,  resting  the  bat  on  her  shoulder.  ❝  oh,  don't  worry.  i  know  what  you  mean.  the  world  doesn't  need  to  see  jonathan  byers  with  a  gun  even  if  it  is  close  to  coming  to  an end.  ❞  a  bitter  laugh  left  the  female  before  she  looked  the  boy  over.  ❝  do  you...  need  help  with  anything?  my  hands  are  yours  if  you  can  make  use  of  them.  ❞  she  wasn't  the  most  academically  inclined  person  but  she  could  take  instruction  better  than  anyone.