𝑴𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒆.

𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔. — 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍. an original character crafted for the stranger things verse. one of the harrington bunch. will not hesitate to throw a punch if you use her full name. multiverse. seeks sls.

gasp. my brother has a date?

a little awkwardly, she stuffs her hands in her pockets after. a soft sigh slipping past the shorter’s lips before a barely there smile curls at the corners. “. . . how’re you feeling, though? being back here.”

@GlRLONFlLM || please tell me this isn’t real

brows arched, her gaze lingering on the other for a few more moments before finally looking away. “i’m holding you to that.” her grip on casey’s hands tightens only a little, squeezing gently again. and then she’s releasing them slowly.

she’s fighting the urge to frown. nothing about her tone seemed remotely convincing, but she’ll drop it. for now, at least. “you’d tell me if there was?”

( she’s reaching out for casey’s hands, squeezing gently ) tell me what’s going through your head?

okay. c’mere, then.

you’re still being weird.

i breathed and you told me not to talk to you.

no???

stop being weird —

Interesting.

Why?

You have to what?

Guess who’s back in town.