“We learn to live with the pain, mosaic broken hearts” 

@mcsaiccfmuses Private Multi-fandom, Multi-Muse RP Account Written by Kinny; 21+ 

Feat. muses from Stranger Things, Yellowjackets, The Wilds, IT, Umbrella Academy, X-Men, Harry Potter (anti-jkr), The WB, Lucifer, etc.

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                        The plan was easy, really. There were only two steps, maybe three, depending on how one looked at it. Lie to Jason about Eddie, say that she’s been talking to him because she was planning something special for the two of them. Ask him out on a date that weekend, then get high with him and giggle for a couple of hours until he forgot all his problems. She’d played the scene over and over in her head every day the days prior. It could not be more simple.

So how did she fuck it up? “It’s okay, it’s okay...” Chrissy whispers to herself as she drives through the city back to the trailer park, deep breaths in and out, her stomach up in knots. The girls in the squad agreed to cover for her for the night, asked little to no questions, one of the benefits of being so nice and polite to everyone in school. But, God, how did she fuck it up?

“Maybe he won’t remember it. Maybe he’ll... think it was all an illusion.” Her head is still a little light from the weed, just enough to keep her from a panic attack, and when she parks her brand-new car in front of Eddie’s trailer, she sticks like a sore thumb. “It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay...” she repeats as she knocks at his door, bouncing on her tennis shoes nervously, “Eddie?”   // @mcsaiccfmuses

@mcsaiccfmuses​ asked:  “You think I actually wanted to come to this? I was just hungry.” (Steve to Flora)

Flora laughed a little as she looked over at her Cousin Dustin in a booth eating with his friends. She had gotten up to get a refill when she had bumped into Steve.

“You know... its ok to admit that you like my Cousin. I know he idolises you.” She breathed.

“So.. its ok to admit that you came to see Dustin, and wish him a happy birthday.” She told him, smiling up at him. “Though, if you wish to keep it a secret, its safe with me.”

@mcsaiccfmuses​​ gets a special starter

The dark purple dress that Hera wore when she greeted Harry at her door hugged her figure, showing off just a hint of cleavage. A smile curled up her crimson lips, ❝You’re right on time,❞ she said, leaning in for a kiss. She let him inside where two glasses of wine where already waiting for them.

She handed a glass to him and took the other for herself. ❝I know I’m a little late, and I’m sorry, but, I wanted to say, happy birthday, darling.❞ Taking his hand, she gave him a gentle tug toward the back door so he could see.

Beyond them, just outside in the garden was laid out a dinner for two that Hera, herself, had spent the better part of the day making. ❝I took the liberty of finding out your favorites.❞

@mcsaiccfmuses​ || meme || accepting ❝  please,  let me take care of you this time.  you’re always protecting me but it tears me up inside every time you get hurt because of it.  ❞ (From Stan)

Bill’s mouth worked open and shut a few times, unsure of how to respond to that statement. He’d always been a protector, even before his brother had been born and then he failed him which only made that urge --- that need --- stronger. It didn’t matter what happened to him, just as long as the people he cared about were safe. Stan. Who he loved.

Seeing the concern in the other’s eyes twisted his heart. Bill never wanted to be the reason for that look. So instead of trying to answer, he merely nodded and sat back resigning himself to whatever it was that Stan wanted to do.

@mcsaiccfmuses asked: ❛   i’m supposed to be the one who protects you from monsters. i’m not supposed to be one.  ❜  (Amber to Eddie)

“Hey hey- shhh Amber. Amber you don’t have to worry about that stuff anymore okay? I’m gonna be fine we’re all gonna be fine. The weight of the world doesn’t always have to be on your shoulders. You’ve got two people in your corner who want to help you. Let us take some of that weight.”

@mcsaiccfmuses​ asked: do  you  want  to  get  out  of  here ? (From Eddie to Chrissy) //  ↪  𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑺 .   (  a  collection  of  100+ question prompts .   adjust  phrasing  as  necessary . )

Between the base and the loud speakers, Chrissy’s left swimming in her own head, barely floating above water as she focuses on the hand that lays like a balm at her bicep. It’s not pushy, or demanding (never demanding); it’s just there as she looks up and sees him waiting patient as ever. 

And like it usually does, it’s the warmth in his eyes that solidifies her answer. “Read my mind. There’s a,” she licks her lip, tries again. “There’s a park on the way back... or we could head back to your place--” 

||Kings and Queens||

@mcsaiccfmuses​

Dis leaned in close to the motel mirror, trying to get the crazy wings on her eyeliner to match up properly. She’d gone all out on her jewelry, wearing all of her spiked bracelets at once along with two studded belts, and now she was determined to get her make up to the same level of style.

She’d already put on the darkest eye shadow she could find, blackening her brows with powder as well for dramatic effect. The only concessions she’d made to all the dark colors was a pop of red lipstick and a white sleeveless shirt, the latter being a color she almost never wore outside of performing rituals.

Finally satisfied with the sharpness of her liner, she flashed herself a smile before grabbing her bag and heading out to the parking lot to wait for Jonathan.

@mcsaiccfmuses​ sent: 

❝ you’ve always been there for me. let me be there for you. ❞ 

“Dustin, I love the spirit, love your commitment here,” Jenna said staring at the kid. She shook her head. She couldn’t believe she was being force fed dating advice from a kid who hadn’t even yet got a girlfriend. “But I really don’t need a twelve year old to interfere with my love life, okay? And Steve is great, I adore Steve, we all adore Steve, but if he wanted to ask me out he would’ve done it already, alright?”

Maybe it was a little mean spirited to call him twelve. Jenna knew full well when Dustin’s birthday was and how old he actually was. But the fact of the matter is that Jenna didn’t need a kid with 0 experience telling her what to do. She grabbed her keys out of her jacket pocket, flashing them to Dustin. “You wanna sprint to your bus now, or do you want a ride home? Nova’s not with me today so you can take shotgun for once.” 

@mcsaiccfmuses​ wanted a steddie super-senior au

They’d gotten into a sort of routine -- Eddie picking Steve up before school then taking him home after. It’d only really become cumbersome when basketball season started up -- Steve sometimes had to be at school early, and he often had to stay late, which meant Eddie was staying late, too. Even if he acted like it was no big deal, the only reason he was going through with it was because it was Steve.

Sure, sometimes he had detention and was already staying behind, but sometimes he got detention just because he knew he’d be waiting for Steve. It was like fate had dropped them together, two idiots repeating their senior year, Steve on the verge of having his cool card revoked since he’d lost his driving privileges -- their mutual friend had placed Steve directly in Eddie’s path. And he was mostly okay with it.

On days like today, Eddie would just sit in the bleachers and watch. Steve was a wonder on the court, and Eddie could tell that he wanted to excel at the sport. Eddie didn’t mind watching.

When practice was over, Eddie waited outside the locker room for Steve, thinking about how to steer the conversation in any alternative direction other than Nancy. He was sick to death of hearing about her, but he knew it must be hard for Steve -- he had to go another year of seeing her in the hallways, and not just by herself -- with Jonathan. He knew that had to bite, but Steve needed to move on, Eddie thought, and then -- just like he’d been summoned -- Harrington burst through the locker room door causing Eddie to jump a little, to lose his train of thought. Still, he grinned easily and fell into step with Steve as they walked toward the exit and the parking lot, where his van was waiting.

“Harrington, I was beginning to think I’m never gonna see sunlight hanging around you...” He teased, leaning a little closer to Steve as he spoke. “Are you hungry? We could maybe stop on the way back...”

@mcsaiccfmuses​ //  ‘I think we fucked up’ (from Richie LMAO)

   “You think.” Eddie was pacing the tiny cell, hands on his hips as he was trying his very best to not lose it. He knew he wouldn’t be in here if he hadn’t been tagging along with Richie, and god only knew what would go on his record now because of this.

   “You think we fucked up. More like I know you fucked up. That sounds a lot better to me.” He had turned to face Richie, lecturing him almost as if he were a parent. He lifted his arms in a shrugging motion, as if questioning. “So? Learned anything?”

[Meme I’ve Lost (I think?) from @mcsaiccfmuses​‘ Giles.]

❝ Optimism through stalwart skepticism is a defect not everyone is lucky enough to be cursed with. ❞ ------------

... What?

Thera blinked, turning that over in her mind and wondering if she had enough caffeine in her system to even try. Short answer? No.

“You know something, Rupert?” She let a stretch draw her to her feet, hands on the small of her back and about to go pour herself another cup, “Sometimes I wonder if even you have lost track of what you’re trying to say.”

Was she being a little harsh? Possibly, but sometimes his penchant for flowery speech got on her nerves. With a long exhale she crossed to the kitchen and the coffee machine, mentally giving it one more try. “If you mean, ‘not believing in something won’t stop it killing you’, then yeah, you’re pretty much spot on.” The machine was almost empty, but she could squeeze out just one more.

“You don't have to use fancy words to impress me.”

@mcsaiccfmuses (continued from here)

HE WAS RIGHT. Murray knew that the police in this town, save for Hopper, were absolute shit. He hadn’t exactly SIGNED UP to house a random dude who was wanted by the cops for murder, but as long as he was innocent, he was here for it. Especially since he was sort of a part of the whole gang now.

“You’re right,” Murray agreed with a shrug. “I was just saying YOU’LL BE SAFE HERE. Crash here until the investigation dies down. Won’t even charge you for rent,” he joked before pulling a can of beer from the fridge. “Want one?”

@mcsaiccfmuses​ asked:  “Oh, God, my ex is here.” (Steve to Morgan)

“Why is that a problem?” Morgan asked. “Don’t tell me that Steve “the Hair” Harrington is nervous about running into an Ex.” Morgan chuckled. “I thought you had the whole play boy image, so why would you be worried about bumping into an Ex?” She asked curiously.

The blonde shook her head a little “I can’t believe I am about to say this, but what can I do to help?” She asked.

@mcsaiccfmuses​ asked: “I’m waiting for someone. However, you can amuse me in the meanwhile.” (Eddie teasing his girl)

                Under any other circumstances, she would’ve shoved her pom poms in a bag and gotten changed at school, maybe even taken a shower with the rest of the girls, if she wasn’t feeling particularly insecure about her body that day, anything to drag the day for as long as she could before getting home. Today, however, Chrissy keeps them in her left hand and swings her backpack and bag with her change of clothes over her shoulder, heading directly to the parking lot to a newly familiar van.

Her ponytail is tighter than ever, her makeup sparklier than usual, and when she peeks around the corner for Eddie and he teases her, a single pom pom flies directly to his face. “I think you got enough amusement in the front row,” she huffs, and she hears the basketball team’s win celebration come to a stop as they walk by them, “unless you’re waiting for them, I can wait while you guys sing about who owns the streets of Hawkins or something.”

@mcsaiccfmuses​ || meme || accepting ❝ only by facing all of ourselves, the good and the bad, can we become whole. ❞  (From Five to Bill)

The blue eyed boy gazed curiously at the other boy, brows furrowed and the ghost of a smile puling at his lips. Five often came off as much older than he looked, probably because he was, but this was a different level even for him. Cynicism and sarcasm were what Bill had grown to expect from the brunette, not whatever this was. It was almost a bit too kind for him. Too supportive? Somehow?

“When did-did you become a fuh-fortune cookie?” He teased.