returned to main to once again beg you guys to leave private business private. the timeline does not need to know every single thing that happens, it’s only going to make more drama and that’s literally the last thing this verse needs. tysm
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under construction. independent & selective steve harrington. mv / ms. 18+ mun & muse. tw for trauma & ptsd. crossover / oc friendly.
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the use of the ‘title’ made her visibly flinch, though she’d just pass it off as being cold if he happened to notice ( which she’s sure he might’ve, considering she could FEEL his eyes on her even while looking away ).
“ it’s hard to forget that name. “ +
“yeah , you get it—the queen of hawkins high of 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 , gets it.”
the metalhead lightly chuckles. of course , he notices her eyes suddenly focused away from him , but he ( still ) couldn’t take his dark eyes off her.
“totally—you even remembered the name of my
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“ cheesy eggs? “ she repeated, “ i’ve never thought of that — it sounds good, though. “
her mother wasn’t really the type to make that kind of thing in the morning and considering her track record with cooking, she never really attempted what she didn’t already know.
“Hmm. It’s a hard toss up really.” He started, pulling four slices of bread from the bag for toasting purposes.
“But scrambled - I think I have cheese too. Cheesy eggs top tier. Whatcha think?”
chrissy set out to find a pan, pausing in her search as his question was posed, pads of her fingers lightly drumming on the counter.
“ i like both . . which do you prefer? “
his own grin was forming, boyish. moving around the small kitchen to pull the eggs from the fridge and retrieve bread. their dynamic was always so easy— such a small thing, but he appreciated it.
“I think I can manage not burning down the place. You like scrambled or over easy?”
‘ next time ‘ dusted her cheeks a faint red, trying to conceal a smile but it was IMPOSSIBLE with his chesire cat like grin.
“ right. and . . when is this next time gonna be? “ she questioned, voice barely above a whisper.
“ the people of hawkins have . . misplaced priorities, i guess. “
suddenly fixating on her nails in an attempt to look anywhere but him ( why so shy suddenly, chrissy? ).
“ obviously corroded coffin should be higher on that list. “
slight grin.
“well , you’re one of the 𝐟𝐞𝐰 people who bothered to listen.”
the brunette shrugs casually , though , it did mean a lot to him. outside of the hellfire club ( his 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 small social circle ) , no one necessarily took him seriously. she was ( quite possibly ) the first.
“do i like to have fun . . ?”
it seemed almost out of place for her to be thinking about ‘loosening up and living a little’ given everything that’s happened to their town over the years, but in a way, she knew she was right.
“ what’s your definition of fun? “
words made her chest flood with warmth, a determined nod in response & an almost teasing grin as she spoke ;
“ i can handle the eggs if you don’t burn the toast. “
a faint chuckle, giving a small shake of his head, lips curling.
“I’m not either, so who am I to judge? We can be terrible at it together. Uh, I think I have eggs and toast on hand? We can manage that, right?”