red hues peppering them self across his cheeks at the mere feeling of the other grasping at his shirt. hands skimming down her sides to rest on ample hips, digits curling around to claim what was rightfully his. cocking his head slightly almost adoring the amount of playfulness along with the hint of cockiness. “ when arent my ideas good laurie “ head moving forward so that his lips were almost touching hers, gaze meeting cute features “ im prepared to be hated but as long as I can show you off thats all I want to do “
CHERRY LIPS WIDENING , GRIN IN PLACE she couldn’t help the shiver that spread through her as hands rest on her hips , an indication that allowed laurie to press herself against his frame . the black velvet material brushing up against the pair : azure blues d e e p e n i n g in colour as they intently watched the others lips move as he spoke , rose tint cheeks blossoming .
❛ well then harrington, you can do WHATEVER the hell you want with me !❜ words softly whispered arms move to secure themselves around his neck , fingers brushing the ends of hair before allowing lips to press against his own; finally biting the bullet .
playful touches turned into meaningful pulls, pulling the other closer so they were practically nose to nose. a smirk played at the edge of his lips trying to seal the deal. with great smirks come the slightest hint of flushed cheeks and thats exactly what he had. listening to every word she said, moving closer when desired to “ im sure they’ll loove me “ arms now moving up to wrap around her neck despite being in the middle of the hall only wanting to be the center of her attention and no one elses “ why dont we do just that? ill even pick you up and carry you on my shoulder so you really get the attention “
WHATEVER SPACE WAS LEFT BETWEEN THE PAIR was now non - existant for the northern irish born made sure they were flush together , the material of steve’s shirt still grasped between her fingers as she purposefully allowed little space between them . grin still intact azure hues p l a y f u l l y roll❛ sounds like a rather GOOD idea mr harrington !❜ words almost whispered laurie rises on her toes - - seemingly wanting to be closer; ❛ are you (prepared ) for all the boys in school to hate you because i’m giving Y O U all my attention ? because i only entertain the best … ❜
“Oh, HELL, no!! No. No way. Nu-huh. No way I am going through this once again. Nope!!” Becca had been so close to try to become a maneater and get sweet revenge. But she was not… She couldn’t be that cool. And boys were messy. She didn’t want to become an asshole because she dated a HUGE one. “I am so not going to date any of these idiots again. I’m telling you that now!! No matter how cute or charming or… No.” she kept herself from daydreaming. “I am going to train harder, get out of this town and become a professional wrestler. He will see this face on the TV and think: I betrayed her to be praised for hit and quit it, I’m such a dumbass!!” Yes, that will be her revenge: SUCCESS.
smile soft & a snicker following laurie nudged the other teasingly blonde curls falling in front of her face from the movement ❛ okaylil’ miss i’m gonna kick ass in front of the world …❜ grinning she relaxes her diminutive frame & wraps a pale arm around her friend , softly drawing her closer .❛ just remember aul’ me when you’re all rich & famous; laurie armstrong - the girl you spoke too about kicking everyone’s ass !❜
strangers talking to him, without the intention of spilling rude comments regarding whatever about jonathan made him so despised, was always deeply unsettling. his lips alternated between soft ‘ ah ‘ / ‘ uh ‘ sounds, blinking in quiet confusion, before his hands settled with limp resignation by his side. ‘ i have - a few minutes before class starts. if what you need to ask is short. ‘ eyes skim over the scenery, the hallway clearing of bodies as the rising fear of the bell spread.
❛ great !❜ piano skilled fingers lace in comfort & azure orbs glance from the retreating bodies of the hallway to the male she had searched high & low for . she tried to ignore his alternations & the confusion that settled on this expression , which brought a slight frown to the pale features of the blonde; she didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable .
❛ so for my birthday my da’ bought me a new camera , y’know to try & get my mind of the MESS that’s planted in my brain from back home . . .❜ trailing off she realises she’s blabbering , ❛ i’m having a little trouble working it & i hear you’re very good with cameras - so i was hoping you could … help me ?❜
That truly makes her smile: sincere, grateful. “I like the way you talk.” Becca mumbled, a small flattery exchange for the support. It reminded her that there was a world outside of Hawkins. Detroit, Boston… Worse, but sure there’s better. After a long silence, she decided to find some sort of atonement or, at least, a confirmation. “I punched him.” Becca licked her lips and shrugged a bit. “When I heard him talking about me, Ipunched him.” you can only imagine how poorly he was talking about her for Becca ( a wrestler? a pushover!! ) to punch him right in the face. “I shouldn’t have. But…” Becca sighed and shook her head. “How can you handle being heartbroken without punching someone or crying in front of everybody?”
lips curving & azure blues brightening laurie couldn’t help the snicker that passed through smiling lips as she changed stance comfortably . she was ecstatic , the blonde always supported those who stood up for themselves; even if it did sometimes resolve in violence .❛ good on ye’ the little bitch deserved it !❜ the belfast born assures the other as mustard jumper covered arms fold themselves across her across ,a l m o s t looking a little smug .❛ forget about him , you did well by punching him; i’m proud of you ! besides , that guy isn’t worth your tears … you just gotta show that dumbass what he’s missing & find someone better .❜
light hues peppered his cheeks wanting to continue this game of cat & mouse for as long as possible knowing full well that the paired enjoyed it a little bit too much. there was something about it that made it fun, the thrill of stealing someones heart in the bat of an eye. leaning against the locker while hand extending to grip around the others waist “ who else would I come here just to see? ‘ a slight smirk tugging at the edge of his lips “ my fan squad? I’d just have to show you off to them ‘ knowing that exact sentence will send her heart into a complete flutter
feeling the brush of fingers settle around her waist a pleasantry shiver shook itself throughout her diminutive frame , goosebumps rising upon pale arms as piano skilled fingers nestled within the grasp of the others shirt . p l a y f u l l y tugging him closer .❛ well …❜ mumbled one worded answer the blonde pretends to think , cherry glossed lips slightly pouting .❛ there’s always amy and becky !❜ she declares , a soft shrug of the shoulder as she leans closer; ❛ well harrington , you can show me off to your little squad any day . ❜
⠀FULL NAME: Laurie Victoria Armstrong ⠀NICKNAME(S): Laur, Whorie Laurie, that Irish girl ⠀PLACE OF BIRTH: Belfast, Northern Ireland ⠀DATE OF BIRTH: April 23rd ⠀AGE: Verse dependent ⠀GENDER: Cis, Female ⠀SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual ⠀SPECIES: Human ⠀RELIGION: Protestant NATIONALITY: British ⠀PLACE OF RESIDENCE: Hawkins, Indiana ⠀SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English ⠀OCCUPATION: Student at Hawkins High School
APPEARANCE.
⠀FACECLAIM: Hermione Corfield ⠀HEIGHT: 5'7⠀⠀/⠀⠀5'10⠀with heels on. ⠀HAIR COLOUR: Long locks of essences of summer, a goddess of the sun. Golden hair draped down softly curling along the ends. Usually left to it's own and can sometimes be seen in a high pony during warm days. ⠀EYE COLOUR: Large, true blue shades that's complemented by naturally long, thick, dark lashes. ⠀BODY BUILD: Slender, athletic.
FAMILY.
⠀MOTHER: Hannah Margaret Armstrong (nee Ferguson) ⠀STATUS: Alive
⠀FATHER: Mark Andrew Armstrong ⠀STATUS: Alive
⠀SISTER: James Noel Armstrong ⠀STATUS:: Alive.
PERSONALITY:
⠀LIKES: Food, naps, quiet, the odd alcoholic beverage, listening to music, photography, polaroids, reading, poetry, writing, fashion, jazz, cigarettes, taking a ride on her bicycle, dogs, makeup, lipstick, autumn, mustard and maroon colour.
⠀DISLIKES: Violence, death.
⠀CHARACTER: Loyal, determined, stubborn, brattish, prone to feelings of loneliness, vibrant.
FULL BIOGRAPHY.
FULL BIO COMING SOON.
FAMILY HISTORY.
COMING SOON.
stories
MAIN.
AU.
GROUP.
TBD.
TBA
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REGULATIONS.
⠀ 001. This is an independent roleplay blog for Laurie, adapted from Netflix's STRANGER THINGS franchise. My portrayal is headcanon based as there isn't much known about the ex-girlfriend of Steve Harrington.
⠀ 002. I am in no way affiliated with the character, the faceclaim, the writer/creators of this little cherub. However, her portrayal & everything else is strictly my own, so please don't steal & claim as your own.
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⠀ 003. I don't always follow everyone back. This is usually because I've checked your character out and I'm not familiar with the fandom or I just don't see a way for our muses to interact. Another usually is because I hardly ever check my followers tbh. So please don't take offence if I don't follow you back. It's nothing against you personally.
⠀ 004. I have the right to unfollow anyone. However, with that being said, I tend to unfollow those who've been inactive for 3 weeks or longer & no hiatus notice has been posted or if you're the type of person who sends hate, posts anything racist, sexist etc, etc, etc.
⠀ 005. This is a mutuals only blog. Meaning that I will only interact with those who follow me & I follow them. I don't usually reply to greeters because half the time I never see them, so if you ever post one & I haven't replied to it, please let me know !!
⠀ 006. Regarding memes, I only answer to mutuals. However, if you happen to follow me & yet I don't follow you but you have an idea for our muses, please get in touch with your ideas, because I can guarantee that I already 100% love it.
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⠀ 008.Triggering content will most likely be present on this blog, whether it be drugs, violence, weapans, death etc, it'll all be tagged accordingly & appropriately.
BIG POTATO / MUN SHIT.
⠀ 009. Hello, the mun goes by Poppy (she/her/they/them) & I am 21 years old. I'm a history nerd, I have a facination with Band of Brothers, obsessed with Frank Sinatra and I love Star Wars.
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BELLE OF BELFAST . tell me ma' when i go home, the boys won't leave the girls alone.⠀they pulled my hair, they stole my comb, but that's alright '⠀till ⠀i ⠀go ⠀home⠀.