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"Uh, yeah. Something like that, I guess. And it opens up to the forest, so there's like....wild animals and shit. And they only like to come out at night, whatever that word is. Nighturnal." He nodded, thinking that was a good enough answer. And it wasn't like he was completely lying. He personally had never seen a Demogorgon during the day, and he was starting to wonder if they also couldn't be in the sun like vampires or some shit.

When there were no more questions, he continued the tour, taking her back around. "This is the dining room. My parents use it a lot for fancy parties, which I'm sure you'll see. When it's just me, I keep it much more casual. Nothing wrong with a good TV tray." He laughed, before gesturing to the kitchen. "Kitchen. Pretty standard." It looked the most clean, if only because it hardly got any use. Hs mom used to love cooking when he was younger, but it was almost like she was too good for that now or something.

"Grab your things if you want, and I can show you to your room. Or I can take them up if you want, too. I'm here to help and all that." He was a bit more excited than he probably should be, but he had always been an only child. Though it wasn't like this was exactly his sister, it was as close to one as he would ever have.

Val took a step back as he brushed against her, immediately ready for a fight if he was suddenly going to slam her against the wall and try to have his way with her but instead he walked past her, making her relax.

She listened to him as he showed her the living room. Cable was new to her so that was something she was actually looking forward to. When he warned her about going out at night to the pool she raised an eyebrow. "Why, because it's more expensive to heat up at night?" she wondered. She could live with that, it was something she was used to. But otherwise... she could swim and what else was there to be afraid of? A Jason Voorhees that only stuck to pools?

She didn't ask more about it though. She wasn't a big fan of pools either way, mostly because every time she was in one calculations of how many dead skin cells, hairs and even urine it was divided in the amount of water popped up in her head.

@alwaysthesitter

When your hair's damp - it's not wet, okay!? - when it's damp, you do four puffs of the Farrah Fawcett spray.

Indie Steve Harrington from Netflix’s Stranger Things. Monster hunted by Strode. Est. August ‘22. Read rules.

PROMO CREDIT.

"Some people would say I should refrain from talking at all times," He spilled out, realizing that Ashwin had a point. Steve normally wasn't this sloppy of a drunk, especially considering he knew how to handle his alcohol. He had been the Keg King reigning champ of Hawkins for several years in his youth, until Billy had dethroned him. And then Steve had grown up - well, ever so slightly - and now drinking was something he hardly indulged in. Apparently it hit him harder now.

"I didn't want to run." He mumbled, feeling rather defensive about that. The last thing he wanted was to make anyone feel unwanted, because he had felt that way all too often in his own life. Ironically, considering his popularity before he had graduated. But one could be surrounded by people and still feel lonely. And though Ashwin didn't seem to be taking it seriously at all, unlike Steve, he had wanted that much to be clear.

"I just. I'm kind of. You know. You know? I don't know." He rambled, shaking his head. He was drunk, but not drunk enough to admit that he had been struggling lately with the possibility of liking guys. The only one that knew was Robin, so if anything, he had been startled at Ashwin's question, almost as if he felt the other could read into his mind. "I've never kissed a guy before."

Ashwin thought he would throw back what Steve seemed to be giving. Apparently, he hadn't been throwing what Ashwin thought he was and now he was just a little embarrassed, to say the least. "Look, I read it wrong, my mistake but you gotta keep it down, Jesus Christ."

Taking another drag of the cigarette in his hand, he looked anywhere but Steve at this point, especially when he referred to himself as a giant slut. Great, Steve was going that route instead of just being honest and saying he wasn't.

"Yeah, well, I think you should refrain from talking when you're drinking." He started before finally looking back at Steve and shrugging. "No harm, no foul, like I said let's forget I even said anything - especially given you looked like you wanted to run at the mere thought that you kind of were." Though Ashwin's tone was much quieter than that squeak Steve had let out. "Let's just go back with the others and you can get another beer and put this out of your memory."

Will someone please tell me how I blinked and suddenly was back up to seventy two drafts. What. I just cleared my blog out like a week and a half guys. xD

"I hardly tell my parents anything as it is, so rest assured I won't be telling them that." He rolled his eyes rather dramatically, before blinking as Eddie moved on the floor next to him. Steve was practically naked, shreds of ripped up clothes being the only thing holding him together, yet here Eddie was, offering himself as an ice pack.

He blinked a few times, considering what was being offered. But he was uncomfortably over-heated, and that sounded rather nice. "Fine. But don't tell anyone." He groaned, scooting closer to Eddie and pressing himself up against the older's side. He sighed, relieved from the cool feeling against his sweaty skin. "You don't need to shut up, man. I'm just prone to migraines, and after being a fucking wolf all night that doesn't help matters."

Eddie snorts. "It's definitely just you." He winks, then quickly backpedals. "Uh, anyway... Yeah. You can't exactly tell your parents that."

He sighs, moving to lay on the floor next to Steve. "I run cold, on account of the whole undead monster thing, so- well, I don't mind if you want a man-sized icepack to hold on to." Eddie holds out his hand, smiling slightly. "I'll try to shut up, too."

"I don't have a damn clue what anything you're saying means right now, Z." He muttered, rubbing at his eyes that seemed to sting and his temples that were signaling one of his migraines was going to come on if he didn't do something to zen out. He had no idea what she was talking about, mundane counterparts and all that. Did that make him a werewolf or a shifter? Seemed like werewolf to him, since it happened on full moons. That was the stereotype, wasn't it?

He also didn't have a fucking clue what an avian was. This was too much thinking after having just transformed back not even a full night ago. "Ha. You're hilarious. Hysterical." He growled out at the mention of him being lucky. Lucky? Not a word to cross his mind in this situation. "Being cursed with this crap doesn't seem lucky to me, Zorrita." Maybe she didn't get it because she had lived with it her whole life. Meanwhile it had turned his own upside down.....even more than the Upside Down had.

He was truly horrendous at accepting help, feeling like he should be the strong one at all times. For the kids, for anyone else. There was a reason he would run headfirst into things, and thinking about it, that was how he ended up in this situation. He had been bitten, clearly by a wolf of some sort, or something similar to it during one of the last battles. He had run in headfirst. Steve Harrington may have a bit of a hero complex.

He groaned, rolling his eyes, before giving her a small shove. "Fine. I'm not going to say no to some food." He was certainly starving, which he hoped was a good sign. If he had eaten something larger during the transformation, his stomach certainly wouldn't be rumbling. Or so he hoped. He still wondered where the blood had come from, and wondered if Zorrita knew, but maybe he didn't want to. "You know where everything is in the kitchen. Go at it, and I'm going to go take a shower."

He hauled himself up off the floor with slight difficulty, muscles and bones aching from being stretched and conformed. He felt caked with dirt and grime, but at her request, made his way upstairs to start himself a warm shower and get back to hygienic, clean smelling Steve Harrington who prided himself on his appearance.

"I'll admit partial fault. I was trying to figure out who you were. You smelled familiar, and I got too close. I forget how territorial wolf shifters can be. Not that much different from their mundane counterparts, it turns out." She settled in the sofa comfortably, crossing her legs.

"There's all sorts of animals, typically predator types. Foxes like me, lions, tigers, leopards, rats, bears... I've yet to see avians, but there's always a chance for anything." She kept those softly glowing pupiled eyes on him, her gaze sharp. Her inner fox still close to the surface, urging her to scamper off away from the dangerous wolf while the more human side of her kept her sitting, kept her in her relaxed state. Logic winning over the animal instinct within. She knew that her Steve, even as grouchy as he currently was, wouldn't hurt her. Not intentionally, at any rate.

"Then you'd be a werebunny about the size of a medium sized dog. And from what I hear, the transition is worse the smaller you go. As much as it sucks, you lucked out, mi amor." Her voice is soft, as it has been, fully aware that it'd feel like one hell of a hangover at this point.

"Well luckily, that's something I can teach you. Recovery is key after a moon-shift. Takes some prep in the days beforehand, but it'll get... slightly easier." She stood to lean over him, tucking her long hair behind her ear. "Well, I know you're a big boy, handsome," she quipped with a ribald wink, "but it's okay to want help, you know. Otherwise, I'll make you something to eat. Sound fair?"

@alwaysthesitter

kiss kiss fall in love

"Uh-huh. Ready as I'll ever be." He mumbled, still clearly blissed out, but a little more coherent. Maybe when he was in his right mind Billy Hargrove would be making fun of him for the fact he had to think about his fucking trauma to kill his boner, but he had a feeling the younger wouldn't do that right now. Billy wanted him, that much was obvious. And he was fairly certain the ex-life guard was not going to do anything that might push Steve away and leave them both with blue balls.

His brown eyes flickered to watch as Billy took out the lube, letting out a soft whine, though of annoyance more so than pleasure. "God, I hate liking men." He groaned, though he was certain by now that Billy would know it had nothing to do with him, and everything to do with the fact that Steve also sucked at patience. It was so much easier with girls; the way he could just slip into them with their own natural lubricant and the stretch was so much smoother. Having to do this every time? Having to wait for Billy? Hated it.

Fortunately it didn't take long for Hargrove to make his move, Steve letting out a hitch of a breath as he felt the digit slide into him. He honestly had no idea how he got so tight every time, despite the fact that Billy and him fucked like rabbits. Yet it felt like the muscles of his sphincter had a death grip on even that one little finger, and the only reason Billy was able to get a second and a third in so easily was that his body also desperately wanted it. Wanted him. Enough to let him in despite the tight squeeze.

This part always felt a little weird, even though it was nothing compared to what was to come. He let out an exhale once the other's digits were pulled out of him, hearing what the blue-eyed beauty had said that left Steve quickly nodding. "I could have taken you even before this." Lies, absolute lies, but Steve was a competitive man. "Took you long enough." He teased, and just like that, he was showcasing his own strength. He might not be as bulky as Billy, but he was still able to fight monsters with pretty decent skill, and considering his main weapon was a bat it wasn't like he didn't have the arms for it.

He had flipped Billy over before the surfer could even refuse, the taller male now pinning the blonde to the bed and smirking over him. "Is this the time that I say you need to learn to plant your feet?" He teased, though quickly pressed a kiss to the younger's red swollen lips, sitting up and straddling the man. He wasn't doing anything quite yet, just being a damn tease and grinding the swell of ass cheeks against the other's arousal, his own eyes flickering with mischief. "Tell me how badly you want it, Billy. Beg to be inside of me."

If Billy could, he'd replace pretty much all of his workout time with this kind of session with Steve on a daily basis, simply making the guy come every which way and with pretty much every single method possible, because having to stop or omit certain acts entirely isn't easy when it comes to Harrington. The way the brunet is shaking and breathing at a rapid pace is incredibly enticing, and having to exercise any kind of patience, restraint or discipline is torture; all virtues which Billy is not particularly good at in normal situations, and it's even more apparent here. Maybe at some point he'll get used to this and be less insatiable with the brunet over time, but he knows there's a hell of a long way to go before he reaches that point. Until then, he's going to revel in getting to draw out strong reactions from Steve using both his words and his touch, and he'll continue to do so as long as Steve keeps making it so goddamn appealing.

A case in point is the way Harrington instantly reacts so strongly to Billy's voiced desires; delivered in typically direct manner and without any hint of timidity on the blond's part, and he can't help but smirk at the sight of Steve's closed eyes and deep breaths — almost as though the words themselves had caressed him. The real challenge comes with the response, an instruction to wait, which Billy soon realizes is an attempt on Steve's part to calm himself down. Once again, the Californian gets to wondering whether he really could come just from watching Steve like this, the way he squeezes himself, and it's painfully difficult to hold back from telling the guy how pretty he looks, or from touching him further in any way; especially when Billy is aching at this point himself. But it will be worth the wait. It always is.

He remains still, simply planting a kiss to Steve's wrist as the other male's fingers grip his golden hair, and he watches curiously as the guy stares at the ceiling and mutters; words which Billy eventually manages to pick up. What the—? Okay, that's one way to distract the mind and hold off a climax. Probably a pretty effective one, too. It's a compliment, actually, or at least that's how Billy is going to take it; a testament to how riled up he can apparently get Steve — which is a relief because that makes them even in this area. The other male giving him the green light to proceed breaks through Billy's thoughts then, and without delay he peppers a few more kisses across Steve's chest, shoulders and neck. "Yeah? Ready?"

As impatient as he is to feel Steve and make the brunet beautifully whine the way he does, he's still determined to do things the right way, the best way, and make sure it's incredible for them both, so Billy's next move is to retrieve the lube from a nearby drawer and begin slicking up his digits. He shifts to lay beside Steve, albeit a little lower down the bed, and gently slips a digit into the other male; movements slow and thorough, focusing heavily on loosening him up rather than undoing all the work Steve has just done to calm himself down. Steadily, he adds a second digit, then a third, keeping his eyes on Steve all the while to gauge his reactions and respond accordingly. His next words are muttered softly near Steve's ear. "That feel okay? Think you can take me now, pretty boy?"

He was admittedly a bit surprised at how quickly she had tumbled into orgasm, though on the other hand he wasn't surprised one bit - he knew this was nothing to brag about, but he pretty damn well knew every girl he had slept with and what made them tick as individuals. He might not be able to pass math, but he could easily ace a test if he was given a list of girls at Hawkins and had to say what their favorite things in bed were or where their g-spot was located. Again, a mix of pride and also shame.

But right now? Knowing how quickly he had gotten Elie worked up? Definitely pride. He was smirking against her swollen flesh, moaning himself and lapping up everything she had to offer, even as she finally let go of his hair. His chin was definitely coated in her slick, pushing his hair away from his forehead as he wiped his face with the back of his arm, licking over his lower lip with a hum.

"Elie...." He didn't want to scold her and tell her that this wasn't about him. Especially because that was the thing - it wasn't about him. And if Elie wanted to touch him in that moment, how could he say no, if that was what she wanted? He had stopped touching himself the moment she had orgasmed, focusing on every last drop her pussy provided. He was definitely hard as a rock, though he shifted out from between her legs, crawling up and laying next to her on the bed, kissing her cheek. "If that's what you want, I'd be an idiot to say no."

elie is being selfish and she knows that. sleeping with steve right now probably wasn't the smartest thing. honestly, was probably going to make the whole breakup that much worse. she should have had robin pick her stuff up but she couldn't put the girl between them, that wasn't fair to anyone. one last time she wants to feel like she was truly is. that the future she fell asleep dreaming of wasn't a waste. that there had been something there.

she wants to memories each touch, although she's willing her head not to overthink it. if she does, she might just take it all back. beg him to forget about her and hopefully love her the same way she hoped he always would. to forget about nancy and that dream -- replace it with a new one. but that seemed awfully pathetic and heartless. so she pushed the thought away and just let herself enjoy this last moment with him. the way it feels to be under him, his mouth of her. the pleasure he brings her has her arching off the bed a bit with a low moan, fingers tugging at his hair. "steve, fuck...." she can barely even string a sentence together and they've just started. she's on the brink of climax and after a few more thrusts of his fingers, she's tumbling over the edge with a call of his name. honestly, it's a good thing his parents aren't there at the moment.

she holds his face close to her pussy for a moment before her grip loosens, collapsing back on the bed, breathless. her eyes find his again. "want to touch you." she says as she pushes herself up to sit up.

mombin™ has me in a CHOKEHOLD right now

"Can't possibly be worse than anything else I've experienced, right?" Part of him truly believed that, and the other part of himself was trying to get him to believe that. When he had first gotten beaten up this badly, it was by Billy Hargrove. Jonathan's fight with him didn't count, he refused to. But Billy was out for blood, truly wanting him dead. Then the Russians who beat him within an inch of his life as well. Could his own father really be paired with such evil men?

He vaguely remembered after the fight with Jonathan, the way he sat on the hood of his Beamer, talking to Tommy Hagan while holding a bag of frozen peas to his swollen eye. "Frozen peas work better. If you have any." Ice would work just fine, but he remembered someone - maybe it was Carol? - going on about how frozen vegetables actually worked much better. And his eye had stopped swelling pretty quickly. That time.

"Actually now that you mention it, a shower sounds great." Not just physically, though he knew it would help the aches from where he had gotten hit, and getting the crusted dry blood off his lightly tanned skin was going to be helpful. But it was also a place that he could think. Wash away all the negative thoughts, and try to really process what happened. Leave that memory behind, and watch it swirl down the drain.

"I'm guessing it's probably too much to ask you to join me, huh?" He smirked, though winced slightly from the action. No smoldering with a split lip, apparently.

"i know, steve." her voice is softer but still holding the promise in it. there was a lot that dustin didn't know when it came to her mother's abuse towards her. she refuses to leave that on his shoulders. the girl also doesn't want her younger brother to feel guilt that their mother loves him while cursing elie's existence. plus, she saw the way that dustin's awe of steve had it's effect on the harrington boy. he liked someone having that view of him. she understood it, it's how she feels when it comes to max's view of her.

elie is quiet for the most part, gentle and soft. she's letting him deal with this in his own way without pushing too much. she'll take care of him, give him a place to crash and an ear to talk to him he wants. right now, her main focus is getting him cleaned up enough. a hot shower might be better but she worries of what it'll expose. wounds hidden under the clothes possibly considering what his face looks like right now.

"i know, i know. it'll fade." she soothed, fingers lightly brushing over the not bruised part of his chin as she peered down at him. her heart hurt from him. steve didn't deserve this -- no one did.

"you still look handsome if that's what you're asking." she chuckles softly, dabbing away at the cut and putting some ointment on it. and athough he looks rough, he still is beautiful. "let's not worry about that right now, okay? let's get you cleaned up, i'll get you some ice. if you want to take a shower, go ahead and then we can do whatever you want."

just you wait and see. believe me. (Main Loki)

"You're telling me to just blindly believe you? I don't even know you." Steve had snapped, though not nearly as aggressively as he could have done in the past. His brain was spinning with confusion at all of this, because it was just another layer to process. He wasn't nerdy enough to have his theories, but it all made sense in a way. The Upside Down, for whatever reason, was stuck in 1983. The year that Will had first disappeared.

So the multiverse, or whatever it was this man had just called it, made a lot of sense. There were already two different time zones happening, who was to say there weren't more of them? Steve blinked, leaning over the counter of his job - how the other had suddenly found him in a Family Video, and why him, he didn't know. But the way he was dressed didn't exactly scream 1980's Indiana.

"Alright then. Let's say I do believe you. Why come to me? What does this have anything to do with me?"

@brokenandlonelysouls

i need a fic or something where steve tells eddie "hey you were a dick in high school too. jumping on tables and screaming at people who just want to eat their lunch about their conformism to the man or whatever was annoying as fuck. also why did lucas have to choose between a sport and your nerd game that's normal. people are multidimensional. I'm not alone in this, who wasn't a total dick at 16. where is your redemption arc mister."

@hellwaits

So Steve’s bi awakening is going really well

"Yeah, but the difference is that his girlfriend isn't in Hawkins. He has no one to impress." He shrugged, keeping his mouth shut otherwise. He obviously didn't know Susie, and sometimes thought the way that Dustin talked about her was simply too good to be true. But Henderson seemed happy, and that was what mattered to him. "Can't exactly say any of those boys have skills. It's why they all get along so well." It was certainly why they weren't popular, he knew that much.

He wished he could understand what Jessica was getting at, but as he had never had a sibling, he couldn't quite understand it. Dustin felt that way to him, someone he was very protective over, but it had never been just the two of him. It had always been Steve and his best friend, Steve. "I really wouldn't take it too personally. Like I said, guys want to talk about guy things. He probably doesn't want to talk to his sister about what happens to guys during puberty." Not that Dustin had talked to him about that either, though he wouldn't be shocked if that conversation came up, and Steve had no idea how he would handle it.

At the mention of the code, Steve leaned back slightly in his chair. He didn't want to say too much, because getting more people involved meant more people were in trouble. "Ah yeah, he told me about that. I think he might be looking into it more than he needs to be. It's probably nothing." He brushed it off, waving his hand in the air, though he realized that her saying it had been familiar could give them a potential lead. "Familiar how?"

“Show off.” Jessica smiled clearly referring to his scooper flipping skills. “Gross. Just tell him he can’t have ice cream if he keeps doing that. You’d think having a girlfriend would make him do less gross things and yet.” Her head shook playfully.

She sighed knowing he was probably right. “I suppose he has reached that age. Don’t get me wrong, I am glad he has you to talk to, you know. I guess I was just used to it being the two of us. After Dad left, Dustin got more protective of Mom and I. Then everything with Will happened.” Her shoulders shrugged. “I thought things would calm down after Will was found, but then our cat got eaten because Dustin thought it would be great to adopt a demo baby.” Jessica didn’t say that part too loud. Only loud enough for the two of them to hear.

“I don’t know. I’m his big sister. It’s my job to protect him yet he goes out of his way to keep me from doing that. Not that I want to deal with all that stuff, but if it meant keeping him and his friends safe then I would.” She finished her snack and took another sip of her drink. “He told me he found some code over the radio. He was so excited to tell you about it. There was something familiar about it, but I’m not sure what. He only let me hear it once.”

it’s him and his kissy lips x peace sign pose against the world