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[The past few days had been a whirlwind, the town of Hawkins was currently trying to repair from the "earthquake " and most of the town's people found themselves fleeing. Those who actually stayed behind invested their time in helping those in need. Rather it be providing food, offering clothes and other items they no longer used or needed. Steve Harrington found himself spending a lot of his time volunteering, kept his mind off certain things.Â
Certain things being Nancy Wheeler, how they all almost died in the Upside-down and was all of this terror truly over or was this just the beginning of something far worse? Steve didn't want to dwell on the idea of a grim future, he wanted to continue crawling forward in peace and for the better. Call it cheesy but Steve wanted to believe that there was more to life then just the darkness and the upside-down.Â
So he emerged himself into helping those not so fortunate in the aftermath of Vecna. For once Steve Harrington felt like he was actually doing something that truly mattered, that he was important. Maybe Steve Harrington was worth a damn after all? He had spent his evening helping Robin prep sandwiches before saying his goodbyes and heading out.Â
He had made it a point to visit Eddie as much as possible but not seem suffocating at the same time. Mostly he wanted to see how the metalhead was healing from his injuries and if Steve were being honest with himself spending time with Eddie was refreshing. It could be the fact that the two practically leaped into death's arms, that Steve had learned that Eddie wasn't what all those rumors made him out to be.Â
Could be that Steve had actually made a friend close to his age that didn't befriend him simply for being Steve Harrington. The friendship was genuine and that was something Steve had been lacking until the little nuggets, Robin and now Eddie. Maybe that's why Steve stopped to pick up a pizza along with fresh bandages. Was he seriously looking for an excuse to visit Eddie, basically. The evening has grown late once he arrives in record time at Eddie's place.
Steve takes a few moments to fix his hair, smooth out his clothes before jogging up to the door with a soft knock.]
Certain things being Nancy Wheeler, how they all almost died in the Upside-down and was all of this terror truly over or was this just the beginning of something far worse? Steve didn't want to dwell on the idea of a grim future, he wanted to continue crawling forward in peace and for the better. Call it cheesy but Steve wanted to believe that there was more to life then just the darkness and the upside-down.Â
So he emerged himself into helping those not so fortunate in the aftermath of Vecna. For once Steve Harrington felt like he was actually doing something that truly mattered, that he was important. Maybe Steve Harrington was worth a damn after all? He had spent his evening helping Robin prep sandwiches before saying his goodbyes and heading out.Â
He had made it a point to visit Eddie as much as possible but not seem suffocating at the same time. Mostly he wanted to see how the metalhead was healing from his injuries and if Steve were being honest with himself spending time with Eddie was refreshing. It could be the fact that the two practically leaped into death's arms, that Steve had learned that Eddie wasn't what all those rumors made him out to be.Â
Could be that Steve had actually made a friend close to his age that didn't befriend him simply for being Steve Harrington. The friendship was genuine and that was something Steve had been lacking until the little nuggets, Robin and now Eddie. Maybe that's why Steve stopped to pick up a pizza along with fresh bandages. Was he seriously looking for an excuse to visit Eddie, basically. The evening has grown late once he arrives in record time at Eddie's place.
Steve takes a few moments to fix his hair, smooth out his clothes before jogging up to the door with a soft knock.]
[ The changes started out subtle. He had been on death's door, so it hadn't been something Eddie had even noticed, at first. Following the apparent defeat of Vecna, and being dragged out of the Upside Down with a little help from Steve Harrington, Eddie couldn't really do much more than just rest and recuperate.
He couldn't exactly be brought to a hospital, either. Not until they found a way to clear Eddie's name. Wouldn't that just be his luck? They set out to prove Eddie's innocence, only to come up empty. That he survives almost certain death only to be tossed in a prison for murders he had no part in.
But without the hospital, Eddie's been in near constant pain. The painkillers that Steve and the others provided him with could only do so much.
Then, one day it just stopped. The pain subsided, and was replaced with something else. Without anywhere else to go, he's been hiding out in his trailer, which is certainly the last place anyone will think to look for him now. He's been presumed dead for long enough, he thinks they've stopped looking.
The first hunger pangs made sense, because he really hadn't eaten in a while. But when he tries to eat, he finds himself throwing everything up.
And then the discovery of his canines being a whole lot sharper than he remembers them being? It's enough to cause him to freak out, to avoid being around anyone, just in case this is what he thinks it is.
So of course when Steve knocks at his door, he tries to keep quiet, to make Steve think he's not there. But the hunger has been growing more intense lately, and he has a feeling he knows what he craves. All the more reason to keep Steve on the other side of that door, then. ]
Hey man, uh. Not feeling too hot today.
[ Because if he knows Steve, he'll find a way to break into the trailer just to make sure Eddie's still alive. At least this way maybe Steve will just leave him be. ]
He couldn't exactly be brought to a hospital, either. Not until they found a way to clear Eddie's name. Wouldn't that just be his luck? They set out to prove Eddie's innocence, only to come up empty. That he survives almost certain death only to be tossed in a prison for murders he had no part in.
But without the hospital, Eddie's been in near constant pain. The painkillers that Steve and the others provided him with could only do so much.
Then, one day it just stopped. The pain subsided, and was replaced with something else. Without anywhere else to go, he's been hiding out in his trailer, which is certainly the last place anyone will think to look for him now. He's been presumed dead for long enough, he thinks they've stopped looking.
The first hunger pangs made sense, because he really hadn't eaten in a while. But when he tries to eat, he finds himself throwing everything up.
And then the discovery of his canines being a whole lot sharper than he remembers them being? It's enough to cause him to freak out, to avoid being around anyone, just in case this is what he thinks it is.
So of course when Steve knocks at his door, he tries to keep quiet, to make Steve think he's not there. But the hunger has been growing more intense lately, and he has a feeling he knows what he craves. All the more reason to keep Steve on the other side of that door, then. ]
Hey man, uh. Not feeling too hot today.
[ Because if he knows Steve, he'll find a way to break into the trailer just to make sure Eddie's still alive. At least this way maybe Steve will just leave him be. ]
[ Nancy felt like she was suffocating under the weight of their failure. She'd woken up at 4am in a cold sweat to the sound of the fourth chime and the gut wrenching realization that he'd gotten to Max. She'd tried to go back to sleep but her thoughts kept going in circles, thinking about Max lying too still in that hospital bed across town. She thought about Eddie lying still and bloody in Dustin's shaking arms and how she'd been at a loss as to what to do about it. It had been Steve who had moved into action when Nancy had frozen, finding a pulse and hauling Eddie out of the upside down. He had his own hospital room just a few doors down from Max's where he looked weak and pale and beaten down. But at least he was alive.
So was Vecna, if the rifts through town were any indication. If Will and El's sense of his presence was right. If Nancy's worst fears had taken a few molotov cocktails and a few sawed off shotgun hits to the chest and still managed to slither away. She doesn't know what's going to come next, but she knows that they can't fail again. In the meantime, she helps to gather supplies, busies herself with repairing and cleaning up the cabin for Hopper and El, and tries to stay vigilant. She's hyper aware of everything around her. She doesn't miss the way Jonathan won't quite look her in the eye. She doesn't miss the way Mike keeps giving El worried glances. And she definitely doesn't miss the way Steve winces when he moves, or the beads of sweat on his forehead even though, as usual the gym is freezing due to the school's overzealous air conditioning.
She waits until she can catch him away from the others, folding and sorting donated clothes. She's come with another box of donations from the Wheeler's attic and she's moving to his table before she even realizes it, pausing at his elbow.] Hi. [ Her voice is soft, uncertain. She hasn't been able to talk to him since Jonathan and the others came home. She nods towards the pile of clothes in front of him.] Can I help?
So was Vecna, if the rifts through town were any indication. If Will and El's sense of his presence was right. If Nancy's worst fears had taken a few molotov cocktails and a few sawed off shotgun hits to the chest and still managed to slither away. She doesn't know what's going to come next, but she knows that they can't fail again. In the meantime, she helps to gather supplies, busies herself with repairing and cleaning up the cabin for Hopper and El, and tries to stay vigilant. She's hyper aware of everything around her. She doesn't miss the way Jonathan won't quite look her in the eye. She doesn't miss the way Mike keeps giving El worried glances. And she definitely doesn't miss the way Steve winces when he moves, or the beads of sweat on his forehead even though, as usual the gym is freezing due to the school's overzealous air conditioning.
She waits until she can catch him away from the others, folding and sorting donated clothes. She's come with another box of donations from the Wheeler's attic and she's moving to his table before she even realizes it, pausing at his elbow.] Hi. [ Her voice is soft, uncertain. She hasn't been able to talk to him since Jonathan and the others came home. She nods towards the pile of clothes in front of him.] Can I help?
[Steve had failed them all.Â
Of course he wasn't this dashing hero, he was just a kid that had been tossed into a really terrifying reality that dealt with horrifying monsters and the destruction of ending the world. Steve had taken it upon himself to protect the kids and he took full responsibility of how Robin was now tied into this, Eddie. Now two of the people he had sworn to keep safe were clinging to life by the second. Nightmares of Dustin holding Eddie's bloody, battered body plagued his mind. The way the young boy was screaming and crying for help, the way Eddie had been so still. Then there had been Max and the image of her small frame broken had left Steve nauseated. Vecna had gotten her, he had won.Â
The regrets and horrors that danced inside how own head kept him up at night. He couldn't sleep with the fear of getting a phone call that either Eddie or Max were gone. Sometimes he feared both would go together. When Steve would close his eyes all he would be forced to see was both Robin and Nancy being choked by vines. There was also the nagging pain of his own injuries that seemed to worsen in the night.
Good times all around.
The adrenaline rust must have wore because that same pain only seems more bothersome as the days pass but Steve will be damned if he gives into it. So he keeps himself busy, his mind occupied. Unfortunately that doesn't make the ache dissappear and it wouldn't be a surprise if the injuries have only gotten worse.
Steve ignores it. He has work to do.
The pain doesn't subside as the day lingers, evident by the way Steve moves about the gym. The ache only creeps along his sides as he works, trying his best to stay focused. He can work through it, he had too. Once he's finally alone he's able to let out a sharp hiss, teeth clinched slightly as he sorts through the pile of clothes.
Shit.
He hadn't expected Nancy to come around considering Jonathan was back in town and Steve had been keeping his distance for that exact reason. So her sudden appearance is surprising but Steve offers a small smile all the same.]
Hey. Uhhh? Yeah. Sure.
[He shifts slightly to give her some room.]
Of course he wasn't this dashing hero, he was just a kid that had been tossed into a really terrifying reality that dealt with horrifying monsters and the destruction of ending the world. Steve had taken it upon himself to protect the kids and he took full responsibility of how Robin was now tied into this, Eddie. Now two of the people he had sworn to keep safe were clinging to life by the second. Nightmares of Dustin holding Eddie's bloody, battered body plagued his mind. The way the young boy was screaming and crying for help, the way Eddie had been so still. Then there had been Max and the image of her small frame broken had left Steve nauseated. Vecna had gotten her, he had won.Â
The regrets and horrors that danced inside how own head kept him up at night. He couldn't sleep with the fear of getting a phone call that either Eddie or Max were gone. Sometimes he feared both would go together. When Steve would close his eyes all he would be forced to see was both Robin and Nancy being choked by vines. There was also the nagging pain of his own injuries that seemed to worsen in the night.
Good times all around.
The adrenaline rust must have wore because that same pain only seems more bothersome as the days pass but Steve will be damned if he gives into it. So he keeps himself busy, his mind occupied. Unfortunately that doesn't make the ache dissappear and it wouldn't be a surprise if the injuries have only gotten worse.
Steve ignores it. He has work to do.
The pain doesn't subside as the day lingers, evident by the way Steve moves about the gym. The ache only creeps along his sides as he works, trying his best to stay focused. He can work through it, he had too. Once he's finally alone he's able to let out a sharp hiss, teeth clinched slightly as he sorts through the pile of clothes.
Shit.
He hadn't expected Nancy to come around considering Jonathan was back in town and Steve had been keeping his distance for that exact reason. So her sudden appearance is surprising but Steve offers a small smile all the same.]
Hey. Uhhh? Yeah. Sure.
[He shifts slightly to give her some room.]
[the next evening, nancy drops into the passenger seat of steve's car with practiced ease, but she actually looks a little ruffled. she glances at him sidelong, hesitates, then admits:]
Okay, so you're right about my mom. Jeez.
Okay, so you're right about my mom. Jeez.
[Steve finds it best to wait in the car for Nancy despite not jogging up to the door to greet her like your typical gentleman. Unfortunately he knows her parents aren't his biggest fans.
Especially her mother.
He frowns slightly as she shuts the door and admits what he already knew.]
I told you, Nance. It's seriously the whole virginity thing.
Especially her mother.
He frowns slightly as she shuts the door and admits what he already knew.]
I told you, Nance. It's seriously the whole virginity thing.
( continued )
[ if he's honest, Eddie had been pulling on his jacket the second Steve admitted that he wanted him to come over. Eddie may act like he doesn't like doing anything that people tell him to, but when it's confirmation of something he'd spent most of the evening trying to get out of Steve? he'll break his own rules. ten minutes had been a generous estimate of how long it would take Eddie to get to the Harrington house, given that he drives like a demon even for the calmest of errands. tonight is not that, and he parks at the curb in record time of seven minutes. it gives him a moment to check himself in the somewhat blurry rearview mirror of his van, thanking whatever cruel gods might be out there for the fact that he'd showered after waking up that morning so that he looks and smell presentable.
hopping out of the driver's side and closing the door with uncharacteristic quietness, Eddie practically sprints up to the front of Steve's house. he doesn't want to draw unnecessary attention, certain that the neighbors will narc on Steve if they suspect anything, and that would definitely get in the way of... whatever's about to happen. so he lets himself in through the front door that's unlocked just like Steve promised, looks around with a slightly gaping mouth, and then makes his way farther inside. ]
Steve?
[ if he's honest, Eddie had been pulling on his jacket the second Steve admitted that he wanted him to come over. Eddie may act like he doesn't like doing anything that people tell him to, but when it's confirmation of something he'd spent most of the evening trying to get out of Steve? he'll break his own rules. ten minutes had been a generous estimate of how long it would take Eddie to get to the Harrington house, given that he drives like a demon even for the calmest of errands. tonight is not that, and he parks at the curb in record time of seven minutes. it gives him a moment to check himself in the somewhat blurry rearview mirror of his van, thanking whatever cruel gods might be out there for the fact that he'd showered after waking up that morning so that he looks and smell presentable.
hopping out of the driver's side and closing the door with uncharacteristic quietness, Eddie practically sprints up to the front of Steve's house. he doesn't want to draw unnecessary attention, certain that the neighbors will narc on Steve if they suspect anything, and that would definitely get in the way of... whatever's about to happen. so he lets himself in through the front door that's unlocked just like Steve promised, looks around with a slightly gaping mouth, and then makes his way farther inside. ]
Steve?
[Steve has got to be out of his goddamn mind.Â
He really needs to take a long moment and focus on what is about to happen, what just happened and the consequences that could follow after. It was one thing to babble out his failed romance with Nancy Wheeler but to actually flirt with Eddie like it was something he did on the daily was another.Â
Shit. What has he gotten himself into?
Steve has no experience with another guy, he hasn't even done half the sexual things he was practically begging for Eddie to do to him. Steve has always been interested in certain kinks but most of the sex he has experienced has been pretty vanilla.
Jesus.
It's a damn miracle he didn't break his neck with how quickly he ran up the stairs to do a bit of grooming. It's a quick change into a more comfortable shirt and the rest of the time is spent on his hair.
Alright. He's doing this. ]
Hey.
[His voice comes from the top of the stairs as he peers down at the metalhead.]
He really needs to take a long moment and focus on what is about to happen, what just happened and the consequences that could follow after. It was one thing to babble out his failed romance with Nancy Wheeler but to actually flirt with Eddie like it was something he did on the daily was another.Â
Shit. What has he gotten himself into?
Steve has no experience with another guy, he hasn't even done half the sexual things he was practically begging for Eddie to do to him. Steve has always been interested in certain kinks but most of the sex he has experienced has been pretty vanilla.
Jesus.
It's a damn miracle he didn't break his neck with how quickly he ran up the stairs to do a bit of grooming. It's a quick change into a more comfortable shirt and the rest of the time is spent on his hair.
Alright. He's doing this. ]
Hey.
[His voice comes from the top of the stairs as he peers down at the metalhead.]
[The hell?]
I wasn't exactly being the best either.
I wasn't exactly being the best either.
Edited 2024-01-17 20:20 (UTC)
[The hell? Its pretty late.....
Worry activated.]
Everything alright?
Worry activated.]
Everything alright?
I know we need to be ready for anything, but I don't know how I feel about outing myself to a bunch of relative children.
What in the hell are you talking about?
[For the love of little baby Jesus can he please just make it through his shift in peace!]
What?
What?
[This isn't exactly how MJ had expected her evening to go.
She'd thought she'd just spend another night in, studying and watching TV and being glad she's not outside in the cold. But here she is, outside in the cold, but the more bizarre aspect is the fact that she's lacing a pair of ice skates onto her feet after being picked up by Steve Harrington, of all people. And judging by their earlier conversation, she can only assume that this is, in fact, a date, no matter how much she's trying to keep her expectations at rock bottom. She doesn't want to set herself up for disappointment; that's why she generally doesn't date in the first place.
Well, at least the fact that they'll be outside for most of the time means that she hadn't wasted any time trying to look pretty, avoiding a dress or skirt and instead dressing for warmth in jeans, a heavy sweater, and a long wool coat. Their conversation in the car had been light and pleasant, with her pointedly avoiding talking about the exchange that had led to them making this date to begin with. But now that she's got the skates laced up and she sort of needs to cling to him to make sure she doesn't royally screw up her ankles, it's going to be a little harder to be avoidant. Still, as she carefully makes her way to her feet and grips his arm for balance, she does her damnedest to do just that as she looks around at the brightly-lit rink.]
Well, I'll give you this: it is pretty. I don't know if I'll feel the same after falling a few times, but don't let it be said that I'm not giving it a fair shot.
She'd thought she'd just spend another night in, studying and watching TV and being glad she's not outside in the cold. But here she is, outside in the cold, but the more bizarre aspect is the fact that she's lacing a pair of ice skates onto her feet after being picked up by Steve Harrington, of all people. And judging by their earlier conversation, she can only assume that this is, in fact, a date, no matter how much she's trying to keep her expectations at rock bottom. She doesn't want to set herself up for disappointment; that's why she generally doesn't date in the first place.
Well, at least the fact that they'll be outside for most of the time means that she hadn't wasted any time trying to look pretty, avoiding a dress or skirt and instead dressing for warmth in jeans, a heavy sweater, and a long wool coat. Their conversation in the car had been light and pleasant, with her pointedly avoiding talking about the exchange that had led to them making this date to begin with. But now that she's got the skates laced up and she sort of needs to cling to him to make sure she doesn't royally screw up her ankles, it's going to be a little harder to be avoidant. Still, as she carefully makes her way to her feet and grips his arm for balance, she does her damnedest to do just that as she looks around at the brightly-lit rink.]
Well, I'll give you this: it is pretty. I don't know if I'll feel the same after falling a few times, but don't let it be said that I'm not giving it a fair shot.
[This isn't exactly how Steve expected his evening to go either.
It was his first night off in a good while and he honestly hadn't made much plans. Maybe his typical routine? Find a pretty girl, take her out and end the night with sex. He didn't expect a random, unfinished text from MJ.
And well-
The conversation took him by surprise to say the least.
Steve doesn't want to assume that this is a date just in case everything goes horribly wrong but in the back of his mind, he likes to think that it could be. He doesn't want to make MJ uncomfortable or worse.
He's dressed in his own winter attire. Typical jeans, a sweatshirt and a winter coat to top off the look. He can't remember the last time he's actually been ice-skating but he was pretty damn alright at it.
Like he is with most sports.
Steve allows her to grip along his arm given he's already up and on his feet. ]
Easy.
[He glances over his shoulder to catch sight of the rink. It's beautifully lit and the moon is beaming down on skaters. ]
You'll be fine, promise.
It was his first night off in a good while and he honestly hadn't made much plans. Maybe his typical routine? Find a pretty girl, take her out and end the night with sex. He didn't expect a random, unfinished text from MJ.
And well-
The conversation took him by surprise to say the least.
Steve doesn't want to assume that this is a date just in case everything goes horribly wrong but in the back of his mind, he likes to think that it could be. He doesn't want to make MJ uncomfortable or worse.
He's dressed in his own winter attire. Typical jeans, a sweatshirt and a winter coat to top off the look. He can't remember the last time he's actually been ice-skating but he was pretty damn alright at it.
Like he is with most sports.
Steve allows her to grip along his arm given he's already up and on his feet. ]
Easy.
[He glances over his shoulder to catch sight of the rink. It's beautifully lit and the moon is beaming down on skaters. ]
You'll be fine, promise.
...What?
Edited 2025-03-18 23:35 (UTC)
You don't call
You don't write.
What's the deal, Harrington?
You don't write.
What's the deal, Harrington?
[Seriously?
Seriously???
Steve has debated for hours not to even reply. Just leave it alone, Harrington. Leave it alone. ]
What do you want, Tommy?
Seriously???
Steve has debated for hours not to even reply. Just leave it alone, Harrington. Leave it alone. ]
What do you want, Tommy?
i think this place got fucking weirder
since i left and came back
did you see that crazy lightening storm last night?
the fuck was that?
since i left and came back
did you see that crazy lightening storm last night?
the fuck was that?
...You got out of here, huh?
Yeah....
Guess we're just getting some kind of crazy storms or something.
Yeah....
Guess we're just getting some kind of crazy storms or something.
Hi, Steve.
This is Joyce Byers.
Sorry to bother you.
Will told me that when Max gets out of the hospital, she's going to be staying with you?
This is Joyce Byers.
Sorry to bother you.
Will told me that when Max gets out of the hospital, she's going to be staying with you?
[GODDAMNIT!!!]
Uh?
Hi?
That's correct, Mrs. Byers.
She's going to need a place to stay and a lot of assistance. She just can't be out there alone.
Uh?
Hi?
That's correct, Mrs. Byers.
She's going to need a place to stay and a lot of assistance. She just can't be out there alone.
Edited 2025-04-03 23:58 (UTC)
[She shows up right on time for her shift today, but she's limping just a little. And she's definitely more tired than usual. Usually she's full of energy. Whatever, she needs the money more than she needs the rest. She'll be back to normal in a few days. She tucks her things in her locker in the break room and heads out to see Steve already on duty.]
So how bad was it yesterday?
So how bad was it yesterday?
[Steve has just finished up with a customer when Robin walks out on the floor. Both he and Henderson glance up when they hear her voice. Dustin offers a frown and Steve's arms cross over his chest. ]
I thought you were keeping off the ankle?
I thought you were keeping off the ankle?
[Robin does pretty well in the midst of a crisis. Stays calm. Keeps a level-head. She's not sure how or why she's able to do that, but it works. But now, in the aftermath of everything that's happened in the last -- she's not even sure. 48 hours? She's not entirely sure what day it is, she feels herself careening toward -- well. She's not entirely sure what, really. What she knows is she doesn't want to leave Steve's side anytime soon.
Her face hurts from being backhanded, but she knows it's nothing compared to the injuries Steve had sustained. She's sitting beside him in the back of an ambulance, dazed and wondering if she'd hallucinated half of the things that have happened, but when she looks at what's unfolding all around her -- all the ambulances and fire crew and government officials and all of Steve's kids scattered around in various states of shock and horror --
She knows it's not a hallucination. What the fuck.]
Her face hurts from being backhanded, but she knows it's nothing compared to the injuries Steve had sustained. She's sitting beside him in the back of an ambulance, dazed and wondering if she'd hallucinated half of the things that have happened, but when she looks at what's unfolding all around her -- all the ambulances and fire crew and government officials and all of Steve's kids scattered around in various states of shock and horror --
She knows it's not a hallucination. What the fuck.]
[Steve can't help but ask himself if he'll ever get use to the horrors that come with the Upside Down. Is this going to be a reoccurring thing or have they finally beat it?
His head is throbbing and everything feels so hazy. His whole body aches and he's still trying to process what in the hell just happened.
Was he really....
Tortured? Jesus Christ.
He doesn't want to think about it or anything for that matter. ]
His head is throbbing and everything feels so hazy. His whole body aches and he's still trying to process what in the hell just happened.
Was he really....
Tortured? Jesus Christ.
He doesn't want to think about it or anything for that matter. ]
[Star Court had burned a couple weeks before, and she and Steve had been spending a lot of time together. They hadn't started looking for other jobs yet, but they were supposed to start today. Except now she definitely couldn't.]
change of plans
i can't leave the house
change of plans
i can't leave the house
[She slips out of bed beside him early Sunday morning, showering quickly, piling her hair up in a clip atop her head and getting dressed before she takes over the entire kitchen, though she cleans up as she goes. She's more than halfway through prepping for dinner when she starts on breakfast -- French toast and bacon, figuring Steve will be waking up soon. She's putting the finishing touches on breakfast when she hears him on the stairs and she glances at the clock -- nearly ten. Not bad timing-wise on her part. Yay.
She'd taken time to make up not one, but ten Easter baskets on the kitchen table, all of which are overflowing with Easter grass, colorful plastic eggs filled with candy (and some spare change in a few of them), and chocolate bunnies in packaging. They're set neatly side by side, labeled with names but out of the way of the two place settings that are set up for breakfast. She wipes down the stove, setting the plates on the table just as Steve enters the room.]
Morning!
She'd taken time to make up not one, but ten Easter baskets on the kitchen table, all of which are overflowing with Easter grass, colorful plastic eggs filled with candy (and some spare change in a few of them), and chocolate bunnies in packaging. They're set neatly side by side, labeled with names but out of the way of the two place settings that are set up for breakfast. She wipes down the stove, setting the plates on the table just as Steve enters the room.]
Morning!
[Steve isn't really much for holidays anymore. They lost their magic years ago and he's not much for celebrating. It's the delicious smell of food that pulls him out of bed, stretching every part of his body as he does so.
He rubs the sleep from his eyes before he heads down the stairs. Clearly Robin is bright eyes and bushy tailed this morning. He comes to a slow stop when he notices the adorable Easter baskets along the table.
Oh yeah. Busy was an understatement.]
Morning.
He rubs the sleep from his eyes before he heads down the stairs. Clearly Robin is bright eyes and bushy tailed this morning. He comes to a slow stop when he notices the adorable Easter baskets along the table.
Oh yeah. Busy was an understatement.]
Morning.
After this.
[It's nearly two hours after her shift is over that Nancy drops her off at Steve's. At this point she mostly feels numb, but she's also exhausted. She won't keep it from Steve because she can't, especially not with Hopper involved now, but she's not about to start filling him in while Max is around either. Jesus, like that kid has anything else she needs to worry about. Neither does Steve, really. None of them need this.
She'd had more than one unpleasant encounter with Dash Montague, but she hadn't seen him since he'd graduated over a year ago until he'd turned up at the store a couple weeks ago for the first time. And then again today. She raked a hand through her hair as she used her keys and let herself into the Harrington mansion, drawing in a breath and pasting a smile on her face as she spotted Steve and Max on the sofa side by side, Max's wheelchair across the room.]
Hey, I'm back.
[It's nearly two hours after her shift is over that Nancy drops her off at Steve's. At this point she mostly feels numb, but she's also exhausted. She won't keep it from Steve because she can't, especially not with Hopper involved now, but she's not about to start filling him in while Max is around either. Jesus, like that kid has anything else she needs to worry about. Neither does Steve, really. None of them need this.
She'd had more than one unpleasant encounter with Dash Montague, but she hadn't seen him since he'd graduated over a year ago until he'd turned up at the store a couple weeks ago for the first time. And then again today. She raked a hand through her hair as she used her keys and let herself into the Harrington mansion, drawing in a breath and pasting a smile on her face as she spotted Steve and Max on the sofa side by side, Max's wheelchair across the room.]
Hey, I'm back.
[Steve had spent his day off tending to Max and her needs. He's also been cleaning up a few rooms around the house for Eddie. Steve hasn't approached the metalhead just yet about the offer, he hasn't told Max either but it's an option.
Robin being two hours late doesn't go unnoticed but Steve figured maybe Robin chose to pick up a few extra hours or she just needed some alone time.
Steve offers up a small smile himself as Robin enters. ]
Hey.
Robin being two hours late doesn't go unnoticed but Steve figured maybe Robin chose to pick up a few extra hours or she just needed some alone time.
Steve offers up a small smile himself as Robin enters. ]
Hey.
I just got done with a date.
Whats up? You alright?
Whats up? You alright?
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