#crimsonbullets

Chrissy got a job at the local coffee shop on campus. She didn't know Steve Harrington was going to Notre Dame too. She only had a few run in with him between classes. She would say hi, but he always gave her a funny look like he didn't know her.

“Just, uh, ignore the piles of clothes — and the dust — and the dishes… you know what, you should probably just let me blindfold you the entire time you’re here so you can’t judge me.” Kate nodded as though that seemed like the only logical thing to do as she unlocked the deadbolt on her apartment door and led Peter inside. They were bruised, cut up, and exhausted, but the mission had been a success and that was really all that mattered in the end, right. And as exhausted as she was, Kate could still feel the adrenaline running through her veins from the fight they’d just come from.

The crunch of metal was so much louder than Hope expected. One second, she was trying to get the perfect angle of the row of gleaming bikes lined up outside the bar, her camera balanced just right, her sneakers braced on the curb, and the next, her elbow clipped a handlebar, her weight shifted, and like dominos, two heavy motorcycles tipped into each other with a crash that made her stomach drop. “Oh, shit.”

The sound was deafening, and her heart sank even further when the door behind her creaked open. Boots hit pavement. Voices rose, sharp and disbelieving, and when she turned, wide-eyed, she realized exactly whose bikes she’d just destroyed. A whole group of leather-clad men stood there, tattoos on display, the kind of rough and dangerous she had only seen in movies. The kind of dangerous you don’t just walk away from. Hope froze, camera still clutched in her hands like it could somehow save her.

“Look, I... I swear it was an accident,” she stammered, backing up a step only to bump right into one of the fallen bikes. Her cheeks flushed hot with embarrassment and nerves, her pulse racing as she looked from one face to another. “I was just… taking pictures, okay? I didn’t mean....” But the excuses died in her throat. They were all staring at her, unreadable expressions that made her knees weak. The kind of stares that felt like they could pin her down without even moving.

Hope swallowed hard, biting her lip as her grip tightened on her camera strap. “... I’ll pay for it. somehow. Or... or I’ll make it up to you. whatever you want.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, but there was no mistaking the way her eyes darted, the way she shifted nervously under their gaze. Like a rabbit caught in a circle of wolves who were just deciding whether to bite, or claim.

❝ sounds like a good plan. it's sticking to my skin at this point. ❞she shivers,not disturbed or fearful of what she had done but the fact the blood was staining her skin. she didn't mind it but it was annoying. it made her feel like someone wiped chocolate all over her,in her hair too. she sighed,leading him to her bathroom without a word,and began to take off the sticky clothing,getting the bath ready in the classic clawfoot tub in the center of the bathroom hooked with a shower.

❝ there's wash clothes in the cabnet,i'll go get one. ❞she strolls on over,completely aked not having an issue cal was there and watching her do all this. it didn't creep her out and she didn't mind it. she felt comfortable around him,especially after what she just did.

she gets in the warm water,even added some bubbles for some relaxation and lit candles with her powers,sighing in relief when she got into the tub,she handed cal the wash cloth,giving him a small smile.

(This ship ship?)

the girls were all asleep,expect for scout. she had candles lit around her via her powers,oujia board in the center,her in the middle. she wanted to test her abilities,see if she gained any new ones and in the middle of the night was perfect. she cracked her knuckles and placed both fingers on the planchet,clearing her throat before speaking.

❝ i am calling out to any demons out there. if you want to communicate,use the board. or show yourself. up to you,uh,demon. ❞she wasn't entirely sure she knew what she was doing but if zoe could summon the axe man she could summon a demon. not like she wanted to harm the girls,that was her coven,her friends. she was just lonely,and wanted some action. not that kind of action,she thinks to herself with a laugh.

she felt dazed as he grazed his finger along her jawline,lost in the moment. she nodded at that,giving him the floor for whatever he was going to do. she did as she was told and took a step back,hand going into his as she did so,eyes watching the entire situation unfold,relieved she didn't have to worry about the aftermath.

❝ we'd have to be careful. he's kind of a dummy now that they brought him back from the dead. he's strong,so he might put up a fight. unless you've got something for that too. ❞she explained,giving him a look that said i hope you have some shit up your sleeve,cal. she didn't want to have to coax him or drag him away. she wasn't strong enough for that and he didn't know her well. they'd be in serious shit if he made noise.