^rightmoves

            ‘ all my friends are PRINCESSES . ’

       ^{❛ oh, so, me too ? —  I’m a princess ? ❜}

^agnelino.

     _{there is no way to do this without sounding crazy –    but despite,  there’s real headiness to the oddity that has plagued her.     ❛ i mean  —-    i’ve just.  i don’t know,   there’s a lot of darkness.  and this tensity ..  like,  this FEAR, that’s just coming off of everything.    like you can smell it..       it’s this PLACE i saw.   i know this sounds ridiculous,  but.  IT HAPPENS.  the dreams and stuff.     i keep that shit to myself usually,  but this is something bigger.   something that’s actually important.     —-     i saw will there. ❜}

                          ^{❝  dreams  ? —  wh- what are you talking about ?  ❞   everything she says piles onto his shoulders, making him feel heavier than before.   FEAR being the one to wrap around his brain and squeeze, sending ripples of worry down his spine.   and then she says Will’s name, making his eyes widen and fingers curl into fists so he can dig his nails into his palm.    ( something he’s grown to find somewhat comforting )    he still doesn’t understand what she’s talking about, his concern blanketing any other thoughts, but he doesn’t look away.   ❝  you saw Will ?  where did you see him ?  w-where is he ?!  ❞   his voice is full of desperation now as he takes a step closer to her.  he’s just proud of himself for keeping the tears at bay.} 

^{neuroticmother.}

        ^{❝   don’t…don’t look at me like that.    ❞   dark irises look up at her son as a shaky hand reaches chapped lips and they wrap around the end of the cigarette to inhale the smoke.   of course it sounds crazy that her missing son is talking to her through the  LIGHTS.   the woman knows this.   bu deep down,   with ever fiber of her being,   withing her  soul  she knows it is will talking to her.   that motherly instinct is kicking in and it doesn’t matter if she looks insane,   that no one believes her but she  KNOWS.   she knows.   lips part allowing the smoke to escape as she finds a new home on the worn out couch.   arm rests across her legs as gaze shifts away from her son to the adjacent wall.     ❝   don’t look at me like i’m crazy.   it’s him jonathan,   i know it is god dammit.    ❞} 

^{@byersbcy  ♥’d.  selective.}

                                             ^{❝ it’s just… it’s— it’s weird. ❞   it’s CRAZY, INSANE, COMPLETELY IMPOSSIBLE.  he didn’t want to say those things, he couldn’t hurt his mom more than he already has.  first, he got her boy taken away and now,  he couldn’t even give in to some sort of breakdown she was having.  he was a horrible son, he knew that, but he was heartbroken, too.  he couldn’t let her say things that just couldn’t be.  it hurt so much knowing that Will was somewhere out there, scared and alone, while mom thought he was in the lights.  he couldn’t believe a coping mechanism would hurt this much.  with a shaky exhale, Jonathan moves to stand in front of the couch.   ❝ why— why do you think he’s in the lights, mom ? ❞}

^{dcputysheriff.}

^{Hopper slaps a hand over the thin curve of Jonathan’s shoulder, giving him a good SHAKE. Predictably, Jonathan’s body buckles under the gesture, like it’s gearing itself up for implosion, bones more suited to motherly touches and Will’s small hands than shoulder punches and paternal jostling. It never occurs to Hopper until AFTER he’s done it that Jonathan hasn’t been thoroughly conditioned for macho-affection— something passed down to Hopper from his father, the only point of reference when it comes to interacting with Jonathan. But he’s not trying to toughen Jonathan up, doesn’t WANT to— doesn’t see his gentleness and the careless way he can be so genuine as something that needs to be fixed. So in a split second decision, his grip softens around Jonathan’s shoulder, his hand sliding to the nape of his neck, thumb stroking down the column of his throat, but that feels—— he shifts away and flattens his palm over the dashboard instead, focusing on the vibrations from under the hood: something he can engage without fumbling.}

^{❝ When’s the last time you checked your transmission fluid? ❞} 

^{Jonathan immediately feels these tiny prickles of heat climb up his neck at Hopper’s touch. it makes him completely forget that he’d just been practically shaken to DEATH and it settles in the back of his mind, even more, when the touches soften. the heat rises all the way up to his cheeks and while knowing the effect Hop had on him won’t exactly be subtle, Jonathan tightens his grip on the steering wheel, knuckles getting paler as the blood dissipates.}

^{when Hopper removes that warmth he’s already gotten used to, he tries so hard not to show how he’s already craving for more. he keeps his eyes on the road, like he forces himself to do every time Hopper is in the car with him. it’s not his fault he likes him. Hopper’s been good to them, he’d helped out a lot, and Jonathan tended to lean towards the one’s he couldn’t have anyway. it was a heartbreaking cycle, but Jonathan couldn’t regret liking Hopper.}

    ^{❝  uh —  I-I don’t know, a while ? Lonnie didn’t teach me much about cars, and mom only had time to
       teach me the basics, you know ? but it’s cool, the guys at the mechanics are nice. it’s not too bad. ❞}

                         ^{there’s a pause before Jonathan tosses a confused glance over at Hop.} 

                    ^{❝ why ? is there something wrong with it ? I don’t get paid till later this week. ❞}

^timephone.

                                         “Do you need help with that?”

           She’s tried hanging flyers whilst balancing papers and a stapler all at the same time – it’s not as easy of a task as it seems. The added stress doesn’t help – she was lucky enough to just be advertising a fundraiser for the cheer squad. This is different – it’s much more personal. Her mouth sets into a frown, sympathetically so, as she reaches to take the bulk of flyers as he staples one on the hallway bulletin board. 

                                                                     “I’ve got time – if you need help, I mean.”

@byersbcy | starter call

^{surprise has become one of Jonathan’s newest COMMON emotions. he was surprised when Will hadn’t been the one to wake him up, but his alarm. he was surprised when Will slept in, at all. he was surprised when his mother rushed from Will’s ever so silent room and told him that Will wasn’t in there. he was especially surprised when they had to file a MISSING CHILD report because that was just ridiculous. Will couldn’t be missing, Jonathan had only seen him the day before. it didn’t make sense because Will had to be fine. he just  had to be.}

^{that itching surprise  ( that had begun only in his toes and was now up to his nose )  only grew when a lady walked right over to him and took his flyers, insisting on helping.} 

      ^{❝  really  —  ‘cause I don’t want to, uh, keep you from anything. I’ve been doing this all day anyway.  ❞}

^steve.

       _{‘ did i PRETEND i was anything special?   you’re like all the other LONERS, thinking they’re better than the entire world because they think they can see past everyone.  when are you going to get over that, huh?   i think you need to get LAID.  ’}

^{❝  shut up  —  I don’t need that. I won’t hide my feelings in sex like you. ❞  he knows this fight will probably only end with fists bruising delicate skin, but that doesn’t deter him.  ❝ I think you’re such a dick to me because you see that I don’t have to be a complete ass to get someone to like me. you should just be nicer, STEVE. ❞}

^notagospel.

     ^{— @byersbcy.
              starter call.}

          ^{a groan slips through chapped lips, eyes rolling out of sheer annoyance. his arms fold over his chest, feet resting on the table before him as he leans back. this entire trip was proving to be shit — each lead resulted in a dead end, his article repeatedly written && re-written on a nearly daily basis. miles’ hands come up, fingers rubbing at tired eyes. ❝ look, man, ❞ he lets his head fall back, eyes focusing on the ceiling. ❝ i get it. i do. but but you’re not fuckin’ HELPING me, y’know ? i mean, i’d hate to be that guy, but you’re pretty fuckin’ useless right now. ❞}

^{he’s really not looking to get into any unnecessary quarrels. he never is. the only time he’d actually wanted to fight someone was when Steve continued to push him. so, instead of getting too worked up over the other’s words, he simply lets out a soft sigh through his nose and pushes his hands into the pockets of his jeans. he simply stares at the other for a few seconds, before taking it upon himself to sit down in the chair across from his new friend. he’s not leaving that easy.  ❝  well, there’s gotta be something I can do to help. Anything. ❞}

                   ^{❝ Alright, alright. You win !! ❞}

^{@lightled ♡’ed - not accepting !!}

           ^{❝ No, no, really, that’s fascinating. ❞}

^{@stevcharrington ♡’ed - not accepting !!}

☆ ⁞ simon.

         ^{simon didn’t know will nor jonathan on a very personal level,   but he went out to every search party they had around,   looking for any sign of the buyer’s boy.   things rarely happen in the town that are this big,   it’s shocked everyone.    ❝   well that’s a good thing,   there is a whole kitchen full of cookies,   brownies,   cake at my house.   she hasn’t brought them over but she just feels like baking might make things a little easier i guess.   but sure,   i don’t care if it’s a mess i mean for you guys it’s really not a priority right now.    ❞   it’s not like he can really blame them for having a mess when a family member is missing.}

^{Jonathan gives the other a small smile, figuring he owes him that much. He didn’t have to come all the way down there just to give him cookies, or be friendly towards them at all. Other people in town looked at them and saw a mess of a family, people that couldn’t pull themselves together. But how could they stay together when one of their own was missing? The way some people thought was ridiculous. ❝ that sounds like the opposite of a problem — for you, at least… if you like sweets. ❞ he gives a soft nose exhale, something that could be considered a laugh, before stepping back to allow room for Simon to enter. ❝ thanks. Mom’s out, but I know she’d appreciate you being here. ❞}