About me:
Harper West
Runaway with bleary eyed and rock and roll dreams. 80s/90s/ stranger things vibes. Multi SL/single LI. Sucker for dramatics and heartbreak.
The only child of a single alcoholic father with a violent streak, Harper packed her guitar and suitcase and left home in order to protect herself from the abuse. After several weeks of living in her car and looking for work Harper met Eddie Munson, a young metal head who since being accused of the murder of Chrissy, had been mostly hiding out. When he discovered the young musician was living in her car, he quickly moved her in. The two grew an instant bond despite their fears of falling in love. (Under construction)
"Harper?" Eleven could feel the girl's frame go limp all of a sudden. Her eyes blew wide open, panic engulfing her senses. She quickly yet gently kneeled down to the ground and anchored her to it. El had no idea what to do. Her hands flew to Harper's shoulders, shaking them slightly to wake her. But nothing seemed to happen. A few more pleading Wake up!'s from Eleven were said before she eventually fell silent. Her throat was sore, hoarse from overuse. She racked her mind on what to do next. Eleven knew she couldn't carry her anywhere - it would be too far. But that's when she spotted it - a river, not too far away. With one look to the unconscious female, the brunette carefully lifted her back up again and carried her over to it. She laid her back down afterward and began to splash some of the water onto her face.
realisation setting in---the weight of actions fuelled by fury--blind rage. what have you done? knowing, feeling, hating; blood on his hands, he's no better than eddie. no better than a killer. "i'm sorry..." remorse, guilt, shame. forever a sinner.
she was trying to anger him further, wasn't she? trying to provoke him further --- that bitch---eddie's bitch. teeth grinding so hard he feels a crack in his molar, feels that shard of ivory dislodge and a sharp edge cut through soft flesh. he spits it out, eyes on the crimson on the floor---his blood. she'd made him bleed, huh? what was this --- he targets chrissy, harper targets jason? "you need to think about what you're doing." an eery calmness to his voice, words delivered with a shuddering breath and he can't stop himself----he hits her, three hard blows to her stomach, but he refuses to let her buckle in pain, instead holding her up. arm across her throat holding her against the wall. "you need to think about who! you're defending---he'd do this to you. he'd break you like he did her. leave you to die... like he's left you now."
|| I’m so sorry my dear girl, for how long it took me to get back to you! I hope this was alright! ||
Joyce finally had her family together all in the same area without anybody being apart. Hopper was back, he was here, and he was alive. The love of her life since high-school was actually, alive. And she did everything in her power, even risking her own life to bring him back home. Now, they all had to prepare to fight. They were the ones that could, really. Everyone else? Sincerely took this as an earthquake that unfolded throughout Hawkins. Oh how ignorance was bliss, though it wouldn’t remain as bliss for long. If Joyce was honest, she’d rather know the truth than being blinded by a lie. No matter how much it added onto her trauma.
A few days in, The Byers – Hopper gang cleaned up Jim’s cabin more and more, making it tidy once again and livable until figuring out what to do, given Joyce’s new home had been in California. Of course, Hawkins would forever be her home, but after thinking Hopper was dead? Despite having hopeful thoughts of that body never being seen in the process? She had to go, they as a family had to go at that time. It was too sickening to stay.
Now, they were going to fight and they all had that confidence they’d win. However, Joyce was absolutely petrified deep down they wouldn’t so lucky anymore. There were only so many times one could outrun death until the jig was up. She kept these fears to herself, not wanting to burn those she loved even though support was always offered. Trying to do everything in their power to distract when able, given Vecna was wounded and hiding as of now. Eleven was so broken about Max, which pained the mother given she liked Max, she loved the friendship both girls had. Then hearing about Eddie Munson, and truly, Joyce never once believed the things he was accused of upon hearing them. She was too familiar with how certain people around here thought and acted, Joyce was never stupid and certainly never a sheep. Everything was a wreck, and the Brunette hoped maybe one day, things could go back. Maybe. Just, maybe.
In the cabin, El was off with Mike and the gang safely, Hopper was out trying to give a hand with the disaster relief center as well as saying hello to those who had missed him despite him being so sure nobody had a care in the world prior– the two had bad separation anxiety after all that happened so, Joyce and Hopper were never apart fully for more than a couple hours, if that honestly. Joyce jumped when there was a knock on the door, looking for a minute blinking and then snapped out of it before quickly going to answer. Deep breath upon opening and then her expression softened with a small smile seeing the blonde before her holding a Brown paper bag of what looked to be groceries. Come to think of it, Joyce remembered seeing and saying hello to her when first getting back here to Hawkins and visiting the relief center. “Hi, oh thank you for this, that is just so kind. I remember seeing you a few days ago.” Joyce smiled warmly, taking the bag.
Looking for a moment “Do you need anything to drink or would you like to sit for a few minutes, honey?” The Brunette asked sweetly, noticing there didn’t seem to be a car or anything so, she must’ve walked. “I’m sure you could use something if you walked all the way over here.” Offering once more with a bright smile, a bright smile that covered such deep-rooted pain and fear.
MISS???? I AM IN SHOCK. THAT WAS SO SWEET AND BEAUTIFUL. OMG. YOU KNOW WHAT. >:( I'M KEEPING BOTH YOU AND THAT FOREVER. YES MA'AM I AM. sjfhskjfhskjfhskjfh Thank you so much!!! 😭♡😭♡ I LOVE YOU.
Harper’s quick remark made him feel a little more comfortable than he previously was. The warmth that radiated from her seemed to reach him, planting their seeds inside his heart. Although, he still felt the need to hold back, in retaliation if things were to go south. He certainly didn’t want that but things have a way of turning into hell for Will. No surprise if things right now had him end up in a spiral of loneliness.
Nevertheless, Will followed the short-statured girl inside, taking in his surroundings as he went. The trailer looked a little rundown but it still held a sort of home-like vibe to it. The scent was also very pleasant, he didn’t know if that was because of Harper or if Eddie liked the sweet scent that lingered in the air - that made him softly giggle inside. It wouldn’t be surprising though, Eddie seemed like the type.
Gingerly sitting on the worn couch, Will ran his hands over the rough material. “How can you not get the whole DnD thing? It’s, like, everything,” Will slightly chuckled towards the girl. “I-I mean, to me, that is!” He tried to retract his comment, not meaning to sound ignorant as he thought that sounded. God, he didn’t even know her and he was acting like a total asshole. His lips formed a tight line and he busied himself with the strings dangling from the couch. He should just keep his mouth shut, bottle up the feelings like always. Because nothing ever good comes from opening his mouth.
“So, uh, you…never played before?” Will questioned to distract her from his previous comment.
My name is Ronnie Munson; my real name is Veronica and PLEASE call me Ronnie. Veronica is WAY too formal for me. Everything to know about my character, bio is on the page.
I would love to brainstorm a storyline idea and hope you don't mind AU.
how dare she mention chrissy? how fucking dare she mention the name of his murdered love -- and for what? to make herself seem brave? if she didn't defend him then they wouldn't be here. "you think you're so smart, don't you?" he laughs joylessly, a bubble of mania spilling out. disbelief. she stooped low by associating with a known murderer, but mentioning chrissy? "you think you can just -- " his hand swipes at a glass, flinging it in harper's direction and he watches as it shatters. "-- you think you can talk about her! act so high? so mighty?" he's closer, so much closer. almost in her face now. closer. his breath hot, heavy against her ear. voice low, as if he's sharing a secret just for harper. "what do you think he'll do if i kill you? hurt you in worse ways he did my chrissy?"
"I have some guys that owe me some favors. And they work at a concert venue doing janitor sh*t." She smirked and snapped her fingers like she was doing a magic trick, dropping three backstage passes out of her hand, dangling them in front of her friend. "I did one better. And you're going."
