#rattgrove

@rattgrove​  said:   [gift] have some shitty gift omg 🙄🙄🙄 let's say he got her a comic or some other bullshit

*    status:  accepting   /   meme  tag.

         you  can  spot  the  strawberry  hair  from  anywhere,  especially  gleaming  in  the  bright  late  evening  autumn  sun  as  max  sits  crisscrossed  out  in  the  back  yard  picking  at  grass.  it’s  a  different  day  in  autumn,  it’s  her  birthday.  october  as  her  birth  month  always  did  seem  to  fit  her,  that’s  what  her  dad,  sam,  always  said--  she  was  his  pumpkin  baby  or  whatever  embarrassing  name  like  that  he  had  for  her  when  she  was  just  a  toddler.  that  was,  before  he  seemed  to  just  go  blank  and  forget  he  had  a  daughter.  this  birthday  sucks  like  it  did  the  last  five  birthdays  ago.   all  those  other  kids  have  big  parties  at  the  skating  rink.  actual  cake  and  friends  and  stuff.  and  her...  well  she  is  just  here  pretending  she’s  not  sulking  about  nobody  really  caring  it’s  her  birthday.  and  then  there’s  the  thought  of...

       THUD. 

she  didn’t  even  hear  him  come  up  behind  her.  she  was  that  deep  in  thought.  something  gets  dropped  into  her  lap  and  she’s  jolting  upwards  from  her  slouched  posistion,  ocean  eyes  falling  on  whatever  it  is  and  then  they  go  widening.

          ❝  i-  ❞  max  stumbles  on  the  one  letter  for  what  seems  like  FOREVER  when  the  shock  of  what  she  sees  in  her  lap  is  trying  to  process  inside  her  mind.  it’s  the  giant  limited  time  dc  comic  book  edition  that  she’d  been  wanting  but  was  never  going  to  get  long  as  neil  had  something  to  do  about  it.  he’d  never  pay  $30  for  something  like  this.  and  on  her  birthday.  and  from  billy.  scrambling  to  her  feet,  her  face  perplexed,  glancing  back  and  forth  from  the  awesome  thing  in  her  hands  to  the  person  who  has  given  her  it.  

seeing two people at her locker,she huffs,grossed out seeing tammy walker talking to some dude who wasn't her jock boyfriend,greg. she strides up,chains making noise as she strolls over to her destination - noting her locker was being used as some sort of comfort for random guy,tammy's behind leaning against where the lock was,she makes herself known with an obnoxious cough to get their attention,''what do you want,freakazoid?''tammy hisses,clearly annoyed,and scout smiles politely at the 5'7 blonde haired blue eyed cheerleader,voice sickly sweet and sarcastic.

''your ass is leaning against my locker,which i know you know is mine,considering the lovely prank you pulled the other day with some not so nice words on it. heard you had to paint it over yourself.''scout deadpans,green hues lighting up at her reaction,her cheeks are reddened,embarrassed,and she moves but the guy who she was with didn't.

''mind moving out of the way? would really appreciate it.''

It had been a particularly violent night at the Buckley residence and Robin had the bruises under her clothes to prove it. The old man had been more intoxicated than normal and once he’d started beating on her it seemed like forever until he finally stopped and passed out. The first thing she did when she came to on the living room floor was bail. She didn’t want to be there when he eventually woke up and decided to start on round two. Fingernails dug into her knuckles from how hard she was holding on to the metal links of the swing. Tears of frustration and pain streamed down Robin’s cheeks now that she was finally alone. Finally free to do so without anyone seeing her. Without any consequences. She wasn’t really moving just rocking slightly back and forth as she dug the heels of her old red sneakers into the dirt beneath her.

@rattgrove​: [ WARM ] sender finds the receiver has fallen asleep somewhere and places a blanket or jacket over them.  ( @ el :> )

It’s been a long and fun, but tiring day, falling asleep in the arm chair with some cheesy christmas movie playing on the television. When Billy had arrived to collect Max, she doesn’t know, but the warmth the blanket draped over her offers is enough to make her shift and pull it closer, appreciating it deep down with the slight chill in the house this time of year. They’d promised to visit during the holidays and with christmas right around the corner, Joyce had been more than happy to drive them to Hawkins to celebrate it with friends for a few days around Christmas.

@rattgrove​​  said:  “ you know, you just don’t give a shit, do you?” 👀

*    status:  accepting   /   meme  tag.

　　　　That was weird, Max had no other way of describing it. When Billy had walked into her room with grilled cheese sandwiches and hot chocolate, she had almost found herself checking whether that really wasn’t the time he finally had decided to try and poison her. Instead, she knew what that was probably about — clearly, she hadn’t been as good as she’d thought at hiding her bad mood. She’d barely said a word during all the way back from school nor tried to change the radio station like she usually did just to try and annoy Billy like every sister did — maybe that had been enough of a hint that she wasn’t quite alright. Or maybe it had been the way she’d basically locked herself in her room listening to ugly sad music at high volume.

　　　　« What is this…? » The question came out dumb, but it was mostly due to the sheer surprise that was painted on her face as the redhead moved the heavy blanket aside. Maybe she hadn’t concealed her teenage heartbreak all that well, but she hadn’t expected Billy to care either. The shock was almost enough to make Max stop thinking about the stupid guy she’d been secretly dating for weeks and how it had just ended horribly. She’d caught him cheating on her with a cheerleader, and maybe they’d never truly set rules but still… Max didn’t remember telling him it was okay to put his tongue in another girl’s mouth. Max quickly rubbed her eyes because no, she hadn’t been angry crying. « Uhm, thanks…? I’m not really hungry though. » But she still took a sip of the chocolate because, well, she wasn’t going to ruin the one time Billy was actually being nice.

@rattgrove​​  sent:  “What were you thinking, running off like that?!”

from:   meme  tag  /  always  accepting.

               cheeks  hot  against  the  cold  weather,  her  adrenaline  has  spiked  ever  since  he  ended  up  finding  her.   at  first  she  was  wedged  between  the  dumpsters  outside  of  the  closed  arcade  to  shield  herself  from  the  wind,  until  a  stupid  pop  can  rolled  out  from  underneath  it  and  then  her  hiding  spot  got  completely  blown.  she  doesn’t  know  his  mood  right  now,  which  is  why  max  ended  up  climbing  up  on  top  of  the  giant  dumpsters  as  fast  as  she  could.  it  had  to  been  the  adrenaline  that  got  herself  up  here,  because  how  else  could  she  scramble  like  a  wild  animal  trying  to  protect  itself  up  on  something  so  high.