#goodwithabat

I understand. It can get overwhelming. Rn on Steve I get 30 messages a day half from people idek and then on Mike I get 20 (only that ‘low’ since I haven’t been active on him). I like talking to people but it’s a lot to keep track of and respond to. Once it took me 2 hours to reply to ever im I had, then it didnt matter cause everyone replied rly fast and instantly lmao. So basically I prioritize who I reply to and reply on my pace, my time. You be sure to do the same.

Atm my prioritizing who i reply to is sorta nobody except jelly on snapchat once every few hour. i feel really bad tho bc i know people are (and hell idk why it is that way) excited about my paul and that's hella rad but ---

goodwithabat hat auf deinen Eintrag geantwortet “Okay I‘m around, not promising much but I’m here.”

Honestly w how much there is to do in a day, the actual desire to rp or socialize, messages won't always be gotten to and people have to respect and understand that. You're only one person. Don't /ever/ think you have to go out of your comfort zone or spread yourself thin for others! If they're worth your time they'll get it and be patient, or they won't, their loss. But the rpc is also a sizeable one.

Nancy couldn’t all that honestly say she was excited for Halloween. All things scary and spooky. Things that go bump in the night. Nightmares and monsters. She’d already seen them face to face. They lose any resemblance of fun after that. Still, Steve was excited, and it was hard not to catch his contagious fort of energy about it. 

     Although the strawberry blonde seemed naturally snappy and hesitant when it came to establishing social connections, she liked Steve. She carried a skeptical attitude towards her peers, as if she was absent of capacity to trust but she was too curious after the boy showed up at Beacon Hills High. There was something about him she was drawn to; perhaps a figment of humor she possessed similarly. He made her laugh, and spending her lunch period sitting with him in the cafeteria was better than sobbing in the girls’ bathroom and worrying about the aftermath of blotched cheeks or smudged mascara. At least she didn’t have to think much about that during their conversations; for once, she didn’t feel completely terrible about herself and she wondered if less artificiality would really be so daunting. She had a quip for just about anything, but she was slow to trust people. There was a part of herself she kept hidden, hoping someone might care about her and not the ice princess and the grand house parties she threw just to evade the mess loneliness created of her.

His flattering guess sounded silly at first, until she was. Meanwhile, she lightly dismissed what she assumed to be another flirtatious comment with a roll of juniper hues caked in shimmery dust. “If I had a dollar for every time I’ve heard that one, I’d be living in a Beverly Hills mansion by now,” she scoffed lightly, a form of exaggeration but it made her feel safer. She became acutely aware of the faintest decrease in personal space and it was easy to assume he was just another boy wanting to score with the popular girl, being the most gossiped about and stared at --- nothing unusual to the queen of the hallways --- though she would give him a chance. “But actually...” she kept a composed yet somewhat sweet tone, improvising what could have easily been considered her own subconsciously loaded question. “I was about to ask what you’re doing this weekend.”

[ together meme ]

Will stares at Steve, honestly baffled. He got how peoplestood in line for a convention or how someone wouldwait excitedly for their favorite comic book issue to come out. He doesn’t understand the hype for hairspray. Thenagain, he didn’t know a lot about Steve Harrington.

          Since the night that had started off with a session of MONSTER HUNTING at the Byers’ house, and had ended with all of them waiting at the hospital for Will to wake up, for his mother and his brother to have him back after everything that had happened, he seemed closer. Always right by her side, always checking if she was okay. He wasn’t the Steve Harrington that surrounded himself with the likes of Tommy and Carol anymore. He was still IDIOT Steve Harrington who gave her that weird butterfly feeling and made her smile like an idiot herself, when he wasn’t making her mad that was. And she was pretty sure that it had something to do with that fight that he and Jonathan had had, followed by the situation he was greeted with when he’d turned up at the Byers’ house. 

          She figured that he’d come to apologize to Jonathan, not seeing any other reason why he’d venture to the other’s house,and she still wasn’t sure whether it was something she had been expecting of him or not. Honestly, her mind had been so preoccupied at the time, wanting to to get that THING that took Barb and Will, wanting to end it all.

          But also there was that horrible GUILT that had been resting and festering deep in her stomach since her friend had gone missing. Unable to not blame herself for what had happened to Barb, for the fact that it had happened to her whilst her and Steve were... 

♫ guess who’s back ♪ back again ♩

          Staring at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, red stain down her top, wet cloth in her hand that she was rubbing against the stain rather pathetically, the words she’d just exchanged with Steve echoing through her mind. Him questioning whether she loved him, her repeating over and over...  ‘ IT’S BULLSHIT ‘. She shouldn’t have said those things to him. She was drunk, she knew she was, and she wasn’t thinking straight... And Nancy knew deep down that maybe they were on different pages but the things that had happened, the things they had dealt with weren’t Steve’s fault. 

          There was this sick sort of feeling in her stomach, and maybe it was the amount of alcohol she’d consumed, or maybe it was how horrible she had just been to him too, the guilt from the things that she’d said... 

          Nancy took in a deep breath, in attempts to try and compose herself and to hold down that sick feeling --- the last thing she needed was to throw up over herself too. Swaying some as her eyes remained on her reflection, she put down the wet cloth, tried to straighten out her stained top --- GOD SHE PROBABLY LOOKED SUCH A MESS, before she then turned to the door, opening it to let in the view of the crowds of people partying, without a care in the world, without any knowledge of what had gone on a year ago. 

          It took a few moments for eyes to scan over towards the door where she could see Steve leaving, and Jonathan stood there --- slight confusion crossing her. What was Jonathan doing here? She thought he hated the idea. Feet eventually began to carry her however, walking with an unsteady pace towards the door, after Steve, and when she caught up to him, hand reached out to his shoulder to stop him.