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A backpack of clothes, and another small bag of what few personal belongings he had (fancy belongings had never been for them, what spare coin they had after food and shelter going to his education) were all that Mikhail Antonov carried with him as he finally landed in America. It was a place he'd never thought he would set foot on, but oh how times changed. He knew little, save for that this was where his father was now, that it was perhaps the safest place for him too. It had been easier for the thirteen year old not to argue.

It had been a long journey, one that he'd spent at least half of fast asleep, but he was wide awake by the time the helicopter landed, squinting against the sunlight. Grabbing his things, he clambered out the moment the door was opened, turning to look around himself and spotting-

"So what now?" Hopper questioned as he looked from his unexpected friend to the mess that Hawkins had become. "For you, I mean. It's not like you could just go running back home that'd be like ... like running back into the prison." He was genuinely concerned, but considering he'd helped him, Hopper wanted to return the favor as best he could. They both were just playing the game as the cards were being dealt and right now Hopper seemed to have a slightly better hand.

Billy stares awkwardly at the man that burst into the small clearing he’d been camping in. He’s not really sure what to do before he holds out the pack of cigarettes.

🚿 (To walk in on my muse in the shower)

Steve hadn't been expecting anybody that evening when he had gotten off work. As far as he knew, Hellfire Club had a meeting, which was where most of the people he spent time with would be. Robin had been seeing Vickie, which he was beyond excited for, because his best friend absolutely deserved the world. Jonathan and Nancy would be doing their own thing, he was sure. Which meant a quiet night to relax at home after working a double shift, no thanks to Keith trying to punish him for the cute blonde flirting with him today in the romance section.

That didn't mean he locked the door, however. Force of habit, maybe, with how often the kiddos would come barging in in need of his help. The scariest thing in this town were the monsters that inhabited it, and they didn't need a locked door to stop them. He figured anyone else that came into his house would at least notify him first, but apparently that was wrong. Because just as he had been winding down for the night, hopping in the shower, and starting his hair care routine, he had felt arms around him.

He would never admit that his scream was a bit less masculine than he would have liked, nearly tripping over himself as he quickly turned around, eyes wide as his hair was full of suds. "Fuck, Dmitri, what the hell!" He squeaked out, one hand moving to cover his junk, the other wrapping around his body, as if the older had never seen him before. "You can't just sneak up on me like that! What if I had tried to kill you?"

POSITIVITY! | @dcllsent

ooc; JULES. I promise I did!!! I just kept this one in my Happy Stash a bit longer than I realized, also! I think you're wonderful, as well, and I love everything we have together! Even though I'm slooooow. ♥

@dcllsent asked: ❛  i’m fine … it’s gonna be okay.  ❜ (Murray - possibly after Dmitri was captured and tortured?)

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