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“And somethin’ struck me, it struck me deep — it knocked me to my knees.”

                     independent, private & selective STEVE HARRINGTON           from Netflix’s Stranger Things & Behaviour Interactive’s Dead by Daylight                                                      protected by Kay

relationship status.  single  (aro/ace, so this isn’t gonna change) favorite color. baby pinks, blush/dusty pinks and peachy tones lipstick or chapstick.  lipstick! I have about 50 tbh last song i listened to.  all is found by kacey musgraves (it’s been really calming me down lately) last movie i watched.   the babysitter: killer queen top three tv shows.  ever?? I guess...stranger things, the office and probably pushing daisies. I miss that show so much. top three ships.   i’m not huge on ships because I usually develop them through writing! so they tend to change :( books i’m currently reading.   i’m like in the process of reading about 20 books no joke lmao. I start them, get halfway, then never finish them because I can’t focus. but I was re-reading cloud atlas, and I started IT, good omens, carry on, big fish, and god knows what else

tagged by:  @downpaths (ty for thinking of me!!)

     “You say that like I ever really had a choice.”

     Why would he want to go through any of this? Why would anyone? Horror had swept across Hawkins like a sudden storm, engulfing the small town and striking down any who tried to make their way through it. Out of everyone that had been caught up in the nightmare Steve realized he had been given an out; Nancy and Jonathan had both pushed away that night, had both offered him the chance to just leave and never look back--but how could he be that guy? The girl he had loved was in danger, so really--he was just as trapped as the rest of them.

GROUP FOUR ; THE FOREST

You wake up on the ground, in the dirt and grime, surrounded by trees and overgrown grass. There is barely any light for you to see with, the only lights being from the soft glow coming from your wrist, and the low, blue lighting of the cloudy sky above. It’s quiet, almost too quiet, just enough for one to notice anything rustling around your group, the slightest growls and groans can be heard even from a distance. If one were to look towards their wrist, they would see the heavy bracelet, pinned into your wrist by three needles. You cannot tear it off, it is useless to, and it serves as your benefit; it indicates one’s own fear level, so it’s worth it to keep it on. You sit up, and the low wind hit’s against your face, providing a brisk chill in the dead of the night.

A note lays next to where your head was resting, and it reads as such;

YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN TO TAKE PART IN A SPECIAL.. EXPERIMENT. I’M GOING TO THROW YOU AT THE WALL, TO SEE WHO STICKS, AND WHO DOESN’T. THE WALL, IN THIS CASE, IS A SPECIAL VIRUS, WHICH HAS BEEN INJECTED INTO EACH OF YOU. DO NOT BE AFRAID, IN FACT, IF UNCONTROLLED, YOUR FEAR WILL BE YOUR DOWNFALL. FEAR WHAT YOU WILL BECOME.. AND BECOME WHAT YOU FEAR. BUT DON’T WORRY, YOU’RE NOT GOING TO SNAP, ARE YOU?

As you go to stand up, more rustling could be heard to your right, the crackling of sticks and leaves sounds as though it’s coming closer and closer. What you choose to do now, is entirely up to you. Do you stay, try to protect those you woke up with from whatever is coming, or do you stray, try to find your own path?

006 - Moira Burton ( @museswilt ) 021 - Steve Harrington ( @starcourtking ) 042 - Bethany Hawke ( @hopewrought ) 019 - Stella Burnside ( @bxrnsided )

     There was only a brief moment of confusion--the smallest interlude in which Steve let himself wonder whether the world around him was the product of a dream, or something more organic--before the first spike of panic ran through him. Hazy memories offer him no solace, no respite from the fear beginning to boil inside of his chest, but with great difficulty he manages to clamp down on that rising panic. If he lets himself go full tilt what good will that do? And judging by his surroundings he’s not alone--there are people here, a small, ill-fated group by the looks of things, but people nonetheless. A good start, to be sure--regardless of what’s going on around them, they’re safer in numbers, strangers or not.

     After pushing himself up to his feet, Steve decided it was a good idea to take inventory of himself; not injured, thankfully, only a little bit dirty and cold. And armed with a bizarre bracelet seemingly pinned into his skin. One small tug and Steve gave up, the spacey looking thing probably more dangerous than it was a fashion accessory. Who was to say it wouldn’t explode if he tried to rip it off? Or hurt like hell? Better to talk to the others about it before he didn’t anything stupid. 

    It wasn’t until he gave up on the bracelet that he saw the note lying nearby. Picking it up, Steve brought the bracelet near to the paper to try and illuminate it better--a pretty shitty flashlight, but better than absolutely nothing. A chill that had nothing to do with the cool night air ran through him, and once again he found himself wondering if he wasn’t just lucid dreaming. Monsters in the woods behind his house was one thing, but this? This was crazy. Absolutely, one-hundred percent, certifiably insane.

      The only warning of his approach was the dull, heavy thuds of his boots across the parking lot cement – before he unceremoniously slapped the foil wrapped breakfast sandwich into Steve’s hands. It was practically oozing grease, but what could one expect from gas stop in the middle of a goddamn desert? 

      “ Eat, princess. You look like shit – I told you to sleep, ” came the rough edges of his own sleep deprived voice, his sunken eyes thankfully hidden behind his aviators, “ Granted the car’s no super eight – but it’s all we got for the time being. ” With a half cocked smirk, Billy made a point to brush past Steve on the way to the gas cap on his camaro, humming to himself. 

       “ You owe me two fifty for the sandwich, by the way. I take cash, credit, and handies if you’re really strapped for payment. ” It was a lewd and gruff joke, but there wasn’t an ounce of malice to it as he set to filling up the tank of the car. || @starcourtking​

     Fingers ran over tired features, pushing back flat hair that definitely needed washing. Vanity had won to begin with, and although the hair spray had mostly brushed out Steve could still feel the residue left behind. A shower, a good meal and a bed would go a long way, but until they made it to California he knew times would be just a little leaner than he was used to. Fast food was usually fine, but as his weary gaze slowly focused on the sandwich in his hand he began to wonder if Billy had actually managed to find something edible at all. Even the foil seemed to be struggling to contain the grease, and Steve had the brief, almost laughable thought that their breakfast would probably power the camaro the rest of the way to the coast.

     “Have you looked in a mirror recently? You’re not looking so hot yourself.” With a faint frown, Steve began to unwrap the sandwich. Greasy, yes, but it smelled good at least, and mustering up what courage he had left he risked a bite. “Anyway, I told you that I’m fine. I’m only gonna sleep when we can both stop.” Or when he ended up drifting off against the window. Either one.

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“ Well,  well,  well. Watch  the  great Harrington  living  his most glorious  days. ”  Sarcastic words  escaped  the  male’s  lips; the  sight   of Steve  wearing  his  straggering  work  uniform - especially  the  hat   only adding  to  the entertainment  of  the day.  “ Finally,  found your  place, I  see. ”

     “Did you just come in here to run your mouth, man?” Jesus, he hated this job. The thrill of actually landing the position had faded pretty quickly once he started actually working. Dealing with bratty kids and even more abusive parents weighed on him, adding to the soul crushing humiliation the uniform offered. Wrap it all up and add Billy Hargrove on top? It would almost be worth quitting right then and there.

     To be fair he couldn’t really blame Jonathan for being hostile; Steve had said and done some pretty awful shit in the past, and a few good deeds couldn’t wash that away. But at the same time he had been trying--really, properly trying, and it was upsetting to find that people couldn’t see that. It only bolstered his belief that he was useless, and while it would have been easy to just blow it off and let Jonathan believe what he wanted Steve just couldn’t. He needed someone to see the changes, to see that he wasn’t as bad as he’d lead people to believe. Especially the people he’d wronged.

     “What’s there to say? Maybe we could actually talk together like, you know, people and try to not make it weird?”

     An odd feeling of anger began to well up inside of him, and Steve wasn’t entirely sure how to direct it. He didn’t think he was actually mad at Jonathan, not when he had been bullied and dealt a shitty hand in life. But at the same time Steve felt a little bit sick of the whole impoverished, dad left when I was young thing. Yeah, it sucked. It was terrible and Steve couldn’t begin to understand what growing up in the Byers’ family must have been like, but he hadn’t grown up happily either. Although he had never wanted for food or materialistic desires, he had grown up feeling inadequate and useless. When he graduated and was forced out into the world, lost at sea without even a life raft, his father had cut the cord and let him drown. At least Jonathan’s family had loved him.

     “It’s been two years, man. I told you I screwed up. I know I can’t just apologize, but like...Jesus, has nothing I’ve done made a difference? Do you really think I’m just that asshole back in high school? Or have you just been staring at Nancy so long you haven’t seen anything else? By the way, did she ever tell you who actually bought that camera you got for Christmas? Didn’t think so.”

the final girl

you survived even though the odds were stacked against you.. are stubborn, strong willed and absolutely feral. you've been through hell. now go take a shower and wash that blood off........ and get some therapy.

tagged by: @screamsfate​ (ty!!)