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scoopstomyahoy · 7 months

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thinking about a no upside down au steddie fic where steve and eddie run into each other years after moving away from hawkins, and eddie remembers steve and his fall from grace as king, and is kind of intrigued to see what kind of person he is now

and steve doesn’t remember him at all at first, because, look, eddie changed his hair again, and steve’s had a few head injuries (no upside down but i imagine he still went thru some shit with the party and with robin), and he didn’t really think about eddie in high school anyway, and he’s trying to forget about hawkins as much as possible (besides the kiddos, but they’re all moved out for college now, anyway) (obviously he lives with robin)

but steve is different now, happier, more open, flirts with guys, flirts with EDDIE, and eddie….. well, he wants to know more! and he tells steve he knows him from hawkins, and steve’s sunny little smile flickers a little, but he just apologizes for not remembering him and mentions he has some memory problems

and they get to know each other, and eventually as eddie tells him more (and maybe with the help of some yearbooks) steve remembers eddie. and. well. they like getting to know each other. and they like each other. and then they get together

eventually they’ve been together for a while, and eddie thinks he wants to maybe introduce steve to wayne, and he mentions he’s going to go back to hawkins for a long weekend (as he’s done a couple times) and this time he’d like steve to join him

and again steve’s sunny smile flickers a bit, but he says he’d love to meet eddie’s uncle, and… they go to hawkins. and it goes well— meeting wayne, at least, but steve seems a little on edge the whole time they’re there, tense when they drive in, fidgety when they go to the grocery store, et cetera. eddie thinks maybe steve is nervous about staying with the man who raised eddie, which is ridiculous, because wayne LOVES steve.

it’s not til they leave the town altogether that steve relaxes, and eddie realizes it wasn’t “meeting the parents” but rather going back to hawkins. and speaking of meeting the parents, steve didn’t ever bring his own up, even though eddie knew they still lived in hawkins. and the way steve glanced around whenever they went in public, like he was scared of getting recognized

and he asks about it, and steve doesn’t really want to talk about it, but he gives eddie snippets of it. people he wanted to leave behind in hawkins, memories that resurfaced, things he wants to forget

eddie goes back to see wayne sometimes, and the first time he doesn’t know whether to ask steve to come, so he just mentions he’s thinking about going to hawkins for some weekend and steve immediately starts making plans with him as if the invite is implicit. they go back to hawkins several more times, steve still tense and pent up the whole time they’re there

over time steve reveals more and more to eddie. everything that made hawkins hell for him, from the things he himself did in high school to the things people did to him. stuff tommy and carol and billy said to him. some of it is just typical high school bullshit (and oh, the nancy thing.) some of it is the tragedies steve went through, the horrors he had to protect his kids from. the injuries he sustained. more generally the homophobia that permeated the whole town, keeping steve from being himself. the lack of support in the indiana public school system for a high school senior who’s had two concussions and gone through incredible trauma.

his parents. the reason why steve’s mail is addressed to ‘steve buckley’ now, not ‘steve harrington’.

(that doesn’t come out until much, much later, and eddie is kicking himself for ever suggesting steve come back to hawkins.)

eddie, who hardly had an easy time of it in hawkins, is absolutely blown away by what steve had gone through in the same town, right under his nose. the entire persona that steve was trying to leave behind — the cool as a cucumber, unaffected, douchey mask he wore to hide all that he had endured. the head injuries. the emotional tragedies he had gone through. the way he had to be the rock for the kids even as he went through the same things as them.

he tries to tell steve they never have to go back to hawkins again, and steve is having none of it. he tells steve wayne can come visit them in their new city, and steve thinks that’s completely unfair to the man who had raised eddie, seriously, you’re going to make him come all the way up here?

and well i don’t know exactly what the ending is but steve is so stubborn about trying to love hawkins because it was eddie’s home and he wants to be able to go see wayne because wayne deserves to see his kid and eddie deserves to see his uncle and steve doesn’t want to be the problem :(

#steddie #stranger things #this isn’t very fleshed out but just. hawkins as an incredibly scarring place for steve #something built up in his mind as a very dangerous place for him not just because of what happened there but who he had to be there #i think ultimately it would culminate in them going back to hawkins and running into steve’s parents when they least expect it #and steve gets to yell at them in public and tell them they suck and ruin their image and eddie is being his little guard dog next to him #baring his teeth #for the no upside down part of the au i think it would have to be like. nebulous tragedy of season 1 struck them #barb still died (sorry barb) so that his relationship with nancy falls apart. will and el are twins and they disappear the same night #steve knows the kids earlier in the timeline in this one and has already basically adopted them when will and el go missing #eddie was never the victim of a massive witch hunt but jason still harasses him during his third senior year and gets ppl to gang up on him #so he was never like Wanted by all of hawkins and can never return but he sure doesn’t feel welcome there besides w wayne #oh i also think it would be important that one of the trips steve snaps at eddie bc he’s so strung out and immediately regrets it #and takes it as proof that when in hawkins Steve Is A Bad Person and tries to explain this to eddie #eddie meanwhile is trying to convince steve that he’s not a bad person and that he was being mean because he’s completely stressed out #and he wouldn’t be so stressed out if he didn’t make himself come back to hawkins #anyway ultimately. steve realized hawkins is just a place where bad things happened. it is not a place that makes people (including himself)#bad. it’s just. a place. and steve did not grow and change for the better bc he got out of hawkins. he got better bc he put the effort in #god i just. love steve so much and the version of him in my mind is so much better developed than what the duffers are doing

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lennadanvers · 2 months

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Pure Imagination: going to parties with him

Pairing: Eddie Munson x female!reader

Eddie Munson doesn’t like parties.

He doesn’t mind the loud music, even though he doesn’t love pop. And having a place to be on a Saturday night is not bad, either. Sometimes it’s hard to sleep if he hasn’t burned all his energy. Plus, sales are pretty good.

What he hates about parties is being alone.

Sometimes, Steve will go with him. And Robin will tag along, of course. But they just drink, and even though the first thirty minutes are fun, after that he’s alone. Harrington always finds some old friend or a pretty girl and disappears. When Robin doesn’t follow him, she ends up falling asleep somewhere or calling Vickie because she misses her.

Eddie drinks a beer, maybe two, but can’t afford to get too tipsy if he wants to make cash.

Instead, he stands in a corner. Looks around the room. He’s always been a bit of a voyeur. Eddie likes analizing watching people. He used to call them sheep, all of them wanting to be part of a group, looking for guidance, ready to be one among many. In high school, he had tried. He soon realized he simply didn’t fit, and decided to take it as a sign that he was destined to be on the other side: a shepherd.

Now, older and more experienced, Eddie knows people aren’t that easy to classify. Take King Steve as an example. How come he can be popular, Hawkin’s golden boy, and, at the same time, a decent human being, willing to protect the whole town- including oblivious pricks like local psychopath Jason Carver?

Still, he likes to try. At parties, there are little groups. The drinkers. The dancers. The kissers- the ones who have drunk sex in a stranger’s house. The ones who are there with one goal in mind: revenge, seduction, letting loose.

And then there’s him, ready to provide with any kind of substance to any kind of person.

If he was there to have fun, he thinks he’d be part of the dancers. Usually, his exaggerated movements catch the attention of the people around. But in a dim lit room packed of drunks? He’d be part of the crowd. Eddie wonders how that feels like.

Must be a simple feeling. Not having weird looks his way. Being just another body existing there, a nobody.

But the Munsons aren’t nobodies.

So he’ll have to settle for imagining he’s dancing. Like he belongs at parties. Like he could walk up to you- who belong everywhere, like a magical puzzle piece that completes everything- and ask you to dance.

You were in Eddie’s first party. He had finally managed to get into one- not with a formal invitation, but he was there, nonetheless. The lunchbox in his hand was like a free pass. The proof he had earned to be there. That they needed him wanted him to be there.

He was wearing his usual attire; his hair particularly rebellious due to the heat of way too many people in a limited space. His hands were sweating, surely because of the same reason. Eddie hadn’t been able to convince Jeff to come- he used the words “not going into the dragon’s den”. He took a couple of slow steps, full of false confidence. Fake it till you make it, he mumbled to himself.

That’s when he saw you. Your hair down, surrounded by friends, laughing. Enjoying yourself. That short, pretty dress you looked so comfortable in. Your sneakers. Eddie dried his hands on his jeans.

He spent the night selling, looking awkward and stealing glances at you. It looked like you were having a great time. Your smile helped Eddie breathe, kept him at ease. You liked to dance with your friends. You weren’t particularly good at it, which made it even better.

Now, that night felt like ages ago. Eddie had learned how to move in parties: where to stand, what to say, who to flash a smile to. How to look for you without missing customers. How to handle the deception when he didn’t find you.

How to fill that void picturing you there. Your heat next to him, against the wall, between his body and the people. Your arm chained with his, your lovely perfume over the smell of sweat and alcohol. Your excited look when he asks you to dance. The way your hand fists the back of his jacket as to not lose him in the crowd. How you get even closer, moving with him. How you laugh at his silly movements and blush at the confident ones.

In his mind, you like how much taller than you he is. Not that he’s ridiculously tall, but he’d look down at you- if you were close enough. He imagines you like the way he holds your hand and makes you spin on your feet- not at all the kind of movement appropriate for this music. But you enjoy being dramatic with him. You giggle when he bows, asking for your next dance- even though you’re already on the dance floor.

When it’s too much- too many drinks, too much noise, people, heat- you hold his hand and walk with him outside. You leave the party with him; Eddie puts his arm on your shoulders and kisses your head. Whenever you’re with him, sales are good. They’re never the best thing of the night, though. Not when you exist.

Actually, Eddie Munson doesn’t like real parties. Only fantasy ones.

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#eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #fanfiction #stranger things #lennadanvers

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marie-swriting · 4 months

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The Slut Of Hawkins - Steve Harrington [1/2]

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Part two

Part one - two (French version)

Summary : You're paying for the consequences of dating Steve Harrington.

Warnings : italics are for flashbacks, Slutshaming, school bullying (reader getting bullied) (talk to someone if you're being bullied!), implied sex, Steve is a bit of a coward, bad relationship with parents, angst, sad ending, fighting.

Word count : 3.5k

Song inspiration : Because I Liked A Boy by Sabrina Carpenter

The laughs were filling the fresh air of the early night. Laying on your backyard trampoline, you were cuddling against Steve. You had been getting closer recently and you had to admit, it made you feel good to have someone to talk to, especially when your parents weren’t there - which was pretty often, that night was another proof.

Steve held you a bit tighter in his arms while you were talking about your favourite singers. You had said some names like Madonna, Bowie though, it was the mention of The Beatles that caught his attention.

“The album Help! is definitely my favourite.” Steve informed you.

“Same for me, I love all of the songs but You’re Going To Lose That Girl and It’s Only Love have a special place in my heart.” you said whilst Steve looked away. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, it’s just that It’s Only Love was our song, to me and Nancy.”

“You really loved her, didn’t you?”

“She was my first love. Unfortunately, it ended pretty badly. It became complicated after her best friend Barbara disappeared. Besides, I have to admit, I was at fault, too but I’m trying to be better.”

“I’m sure you will.” you affirmed hugging him a bit more against you. “You’re not the same Steve you used to be. We wouldn’t be here, otherwise. You’re a good person, Steve, don’t doubt it for a second.”

“Thanks for what you just said.” Steve smiled at you.

“Anyway, what do you think of I Need You?”

“Not really my favourite.”

“Steve Harrington, I am appalled! How dare you say this kind of stuff?” you exclaim, faking shock.

“You asked for my opinion.”

“And you were supposed to agree with me.”

“I don’t like it, it’s not my fault.”

“You just don’t get this song. You’ll see, you’ll be a fan of it one day, I’ll make sure of it.” you stated looking at him right in the eyes.

“I’m dying to see that.”

Your lips were only a few inches away. You didn’t dare to make the first step, even if you were dying to, you were too afraid to have read too much in between the lines. You liked Steve a lot, but you weren’t sure he wanted the same thing. Steve looked at you with stars and tenderness in his eyes, yours were quite similar. You both were waiting to see which one would bend first. Steve was the one who ended up breaking the inches by pressing his lips against yours. Your lips were moving slowly, taking in this innocent moment of the beginning of your relationship.

Now, the innocence is gone. Once you close your locker door, the word “slut” is written in big letters, reminding you of the price you had to pay for this moment. Who knew cuddling on trampolines could be so reckless?

Far away, Steve is watching you. However, the second you turn your head toward him, he looks down and goes in the opposite direction. It’s been the same thing for a month. You are called names and Steve turns a blind eye. You are accused of being a homewrecker and Steve receives sympathy for the pain you supposedly caused him.

During the day, you keep your head low, not wanting to draw more attention to you. Unfortunately, the insults just like the degrading pieces of paper keep coming your way. The only moment of peace you have is during lunchtime.

At first, you hid in the bathroom then you ended up running into some girls who made you understand they weren’t on your side so you went to find a safe place in the janitor closet. At least, no one can bother you there. You don’t like the way you accepted the bullying however every time you tried to explain the situation, no one listened to you. So, now, you don’t say anything and you let people tell you who you are, hoping this story will end soon.

In the afternoon, you have chemistry. As you got used to the past month, you sit at the end of the class, wanting to be far away from your classmates' judging look. You do your best to stay focused on the lesson but you have to admit since the beginning of the rumours, your grades have been falling. You keep your energy to survive the comments so you don’t have enough of it to keep your grades high.

While you finish writing what Mr. Kaminski just said, he announces you’ll work in pairs. Right away, your stomach twists and you want to throw up. You can’t work in pairs. You’ve never been a fan of group projects however now you hate it; it’s an open door to being called names nonstop for a whole hour. The teacher informs he’s already made the groups before saying them out loud. Like a convicted person, you wait for him to say your name. You’re part of the last group and you’re with Tucker Walker. At the mention of his name, you want to die. He’s part of the basketball team and he’s entitled. You don’t like him. You try to negotiate with your teacher to work alone but he insists.

“Come here, Y/L/N, I’m not gonna eat you.” Tucker laughs.

Reluctantly, you gather your stuff and go to his desk. You put as much distance as possible, wanting to avoid new rumours.

“I’m going to do the whole exercise and I’ll put your name on the sheet like this, you’ll have nothing to do.” you announce while starting to read what you have to do.

“Who said I didn’t want to work with you?”

“I don’t want to work with you.” you specify. “Now, do something else and let me work.”

“On the contrary, I’m sure I can be useful.” he contradicts, putting his hand on your knee.

“Take your hand off.” you say through gritting teeth.

“What?”

“Your hand. I don’t like you and if I’m not mistaken, you’re with someone.”

“It didn’t stop you with Harrington.” he says before leaning in. “You can meet me behind school later.”

“No.”

“You don’t have to play hard-to-get because we’re in class.”

“I’m not playing hard-to-get, I just don’t like you.” you repeat, trying to stay calm.

“That's what you say now.”

By some luck, Tucker takes his hand off and lets you work. You’re surprised to see him give up so easily. You know it’s hiding something else, from now on, you have to avoid him.

You finish the work sheet the same second the bell rings at the end of the class. You pack your stuff quickly and give the sheet to your teacher before leaving the room. Tucker doesn’t follow, allowing you to sigh in relief.

Walking by your locker, you discover the insult is gone. It’s one of the positive things with the janitor, he always erases the insults right away. Though, no matter how many times he erases them, he’s never reported it to the principal, leaving you on your own with the high schooler venom.

The moment you leave school, you walk to your car when you get stopped in your tracks. In front of you, there are four girls, Jessica - Tucker’s girlfriend - included. You try to not show anything, mentally preparing yourself for what she’s going to tell you.

“What makes you think you can hit on Tucker, my boyfriend?” she asks drily, “Being his chemistry partner and telling him to meet you behind school? That’s where you were going, weren’t you? He’s not coming. Unlike Steve, he won’t let the slut of Hawkins destroy our relationship.” Jessica affirms, you’re about to answer when she beats you to it. “Don’t even try to deny it, Tucker told me and Sarah heard you!”

“Well, she can’t hear correctly then and your boyfriend is lying. Tucker is the one who hit on me and I stopped him. He put his hand on my knee and told me to meet him behind school.” you retort, annoyed.

“You think I’m gonna believe you over my boyfriend and my best friend?”

“I know you’re not going to believe me. It’s so much easier to believe your boyfriend who tells you what you want to hear rather than the girl who shows you the true colour of your boyfriend. Don’t be too disappointed the day you’ll discover he’s cheated on you, if he hasn’t done it already.” you state with a fake smile.

“Take that back.”

“Why ? Everyone knows he’s a cheater.”

“He’s different with me.” Jessica insists and you shake your head.

“That's what he wants you to believe but the truth is, he’s sleeping around while keeping you under his hat.”

The sound of the slap resonates in the school parking lot. You look at Jessica with eyes wide open whilst you’re touching your cheek. For you, that’s your last straw, you answer to her attack by pulling at her hair. Jessica’s scream alerts the adults around while her friends try to separate you two. You keep giving her a piece of your mind when two arms wrap themselves around your body and gets you away from Jessica. Being separated doesn’t stop both of you from insulting one another and trying to go for the throat again until Mister Jenkins arrives.

“That’s enough! What is going on here?”

“She attacked me!” Jessica lies, pointing at you.

“What? You’re the one who slapped me first.”

“She’s lying, we saw her, sir!” a friend of Jessica adds.

“They’re lying, Jessica did hit her first.”

Looking behind you, you discover the one who is holding you back and who is defending you is none other than Eddie Munson. You didn’t even see he was around and you certainly didn’t expect him to defend you.

“Are you seriously going to believe what Munson is saying?” Jessica questions, faking tears. “He’s always against us! He’d say anything to get us in trouble. I’m the victim here-”

“You’re talking nonsense, you-” you cut her off before Jenkins gets your attention back.

“Enough! I have enough. Go to the principal, now!”

And that’s how you end up in Mister Higgins’ office for the first time. You can’t believe the situation got this bad. The worst part isn’t listening to the disapproving speech of the headmaster, it’s actually witnessing your mom’s disappointment beside you as he speaks.

While the principal is explaining to your mom and Jessica’s mom what happened, you look at your feet, holding back tears of anger. Once he’s done talking, Higgins catches your and Jessica’s attention.

“Do you have anything to add?”

“I didn’t attack her first.” you insist.

“Everybody saw you!” Jessica retorts.

“You’re the one who accused me of stealing your boyfriend. I did nothing wrong.”

“Yeah, just like you didn’t break Nancy and Steve’s relationship.”

“Sir,” you start, trying to keep a calm voice, “I’ve been receiving insults for more than a month now from everyone including Jessica. She called me a slut then she slapped me when I told her her boyfriend was cheating on her. Eddie Munson saw it, he told Mister Jenkins.”

“Munson, the one leading a cult? What a reliable source!” Jessica’s mother states, rolling her eyes.

“Madam, please.” Mr. Higgins reprimands. “One witness against Jessica’s three friends doesn’t bring a lot to the table.”

“So you’re not even going to do something about the harassment I’ve been receiving?”

“Y/N.” your mom says drily.

“I’ve never heard anything about people being mean to you. However, your grades haven’t been going down for some reason.”

“If you cared a bit more about your student, maybe you’d know why.”

“Y/N, enough!” your mom orders you before turning to Mister Higgins. “I apologise. I guess Y/N will be punished?”

“Indeed, we can’t tolerate this kind of behaviour. Technically, this kind of situation can lead to expulsion though considering Y/N has always been a good student - until now -, we’ll just say she’s going through a bad phase. Y/N will have a month of detention and you will be doing an assignment on bullying.”

Before you can protest, your mom glares at you. You stay silent while your mom apologies once again for your behaviour. Your mom’s grip on your arm forces you to stand up and to leave the office. She doesn’t say anything until you arrive at your car where she orders you to get home right away.

Once you’re home, your mom informs you you’re not allowed to drive your car therefore, you have to take the bus to go to school before informing you to stay in your room until your father arrives.

The second you close the door, you finally let your tears of anger stream down your face. You’re frustrated by the whole situation and you have never felt this alone before. You lay down on your bed rolled up in a ball, searching for some comfort. As you search for that much-needed comfort, your mind takes you back to a time in your life when you had it without needing to make any effort.

At one point, you had this comfort with you. When everything was still going great, it wasn’t rare for Steve to come to your place and put on a smile on your face.

You had been a couple for three months and no one knew about your relationship. You preferred to not say anything, wanting to protect what you had. Thanks to your relationship, you both felt less alone, you finally felt like someone cared about you, that was why you felt so good with him. Therefore, you would see each other when your parents weren’t home. As you didn’t want to stay alone for another night, you had invited Steve to come. Knowing he was in the same situation, Steve had rang at your door thirty minutes later.

Laying on your bed, you were enjoying each other’s presence after your first intimate moment you had just shared. Steve had his arms wrapped around your hips, pressing your back against his torso.

“You know,” Steve started, whispering in your ear, “maybe you’re too late to be my first love, but you’ll always be my favourite. I like what we have.”

“Me too. I like you, Steve, a lot.” you told him, turning around to look at him.

“I like you a lot, too.” he replied, tenderly kissing you.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the harsh voice of your father ordering you to come downstairs. You fastly wipe the tears away from your cheeks and prepare yourself for what your parents are about to tell you. While you’re walking down the stairs, your father makes a sign to go to the kitchen. You sit whilst your parents stay on their feet on the other side of the table, a severe expression on their faces.

“Is it true what your mother told me? You’re getting into fights now?” your dad says, angry.

“I was only defending myself, Jessica attacked me first.”

“Why would she attack you? I know her dad, she’s a nice girl.”

“She called me a slut and she accused me of stealing her boyfriend when I didn’t do anything.”

“Why does she say you did then?” your mom questions, annoyed.

“Because she’s against me like everyone else in this school!”

“Lower your tone, young lady.” your father orders.

“It’s about what she said about Steve and Nancy, isn’t it?” your mother wants to know with accusing eyes.

“Yes, they accuse me of breaking their relationship when it’s not the truth.”

“Because you never did anything with Steve, didn’t you?”

“How do-” you start, shocked to discover she knows.

“It’s a small town and you really thought the neighbours wouldn’t see you sneaking in a boy in our own house?”

“You sneaked in a boy?” your father angers.

“And according to Miss Johnson, it went on for several months,” your mom specifies, “aren’t you ashamed of yourself?”

At this sentence, the tiny bit of hope you still had about your parents disappears. You can’t believe your own mother is against you. You’re getting used to the reputation people gave you but hearing your own mother implying you’re less than good because of your relationship is the final blow. You can’t understand how liking a boy could destroy everything.

“Steve and I got together after he broke up with Nancy, I almost wasn’t talking to him when he was still dating her. Steve was my boyfriend and we did nothing wrong!” you defend yourself, feeling the tears coming.

“Of course and you did nothing wrong when you attacked this poor Jessica.”

“Poor Jessica? She insulted me and hit me. I did nothing. Why don’t you want to believe me? I’m your own daughter and yet, you’d rather believe Jessica than me.”

“The facts are here!” Your father yells. “Besides, we should have reacted a long time ago, have you seen your grades? Do you really think you’re going to pass your year like this?”

“My grades are getting worse because I’m going through a living hell at school.”

“Stop playing the victim! We have enough of your behaviour. You have to do better and quickly. Go to your room right now! And don’t forget to apologise to Jessica.”

Tired of screaming in the void, you don’t answer your mother’s order and run to your room. Mad, you slam the door behind you. Normally, you’d be scared to hear more reproaches however at this moment, it’s the least of your concerns.

You throw yourself on your bed and you hold back a scream of frustration. You can’t understand why your own parents don’t have your back. They didn’t even try to listen to you, they only blame you some more. You know it’s stupid yet a part of you was hoping they would understand. You were wrong, no one is on your side; you didn’t think it possible, yet, you feel even more alone.

If you thought you already were the public enemy, the second you get back to school the following day, you realise it’s worse. Everyone is staring at you, you’re called even more names just like the whisperings got worse. You’re being even more discreet than usual - if it’s possible - wanting to keep to yourself.

In hindsight, you tell yourself you wouldn’t recommend dating boys with exes, it’s not worth all the pain and all the bullying that comes with it, in particular if the boy in question ignores you.

When you go to your last class of the day, you wish you could say you’re finally about to breathe but you still have detention. You have to stay at school a few more hours.

Sitting at your usual seat in your history class, you put your notebook on your desk. Your eyes land on the last page you wrote until they fall on the inscription carved on the desk: “the slut of Hawkins = Y/N.” It’s not the first time you see those words, it’s actually on this very table you discovered your life was about to change before you could do something about it. Despite the time, those words still feel like a knife in your chest. You distinctly remember the moment where everything fell apart.

You were behind the school building with Steve. You had been together for four months but contrary to the first three, it wasn’t going on so well between you two. You didn’t get along anymore. No matter your effort to hold him close, it was always ending in an argument. The main reason for it was that you were more invested in this relationship than Steve. You had noticed this the moment you had tried to get closer to him at school.

“I’m not asking for a lot, Steve! I’m not asking to make out with you in front of everyone, I just want to, at least, be able to talk with you without you ignoring me. I’m your girlfriend and yet, it looks like you don’t know me.” you pleaded, mad and desperate.

“You said you wanted to keep our relationship for us.” Steve retorted, avoiding your eyes.

“That was before it became more serious between us. I like you and I want to say you’re my boyfriend.”

“I know but you know that with Nancy-”

“What are you bringing her into this? She moved on, unlike you! She’s with Jonathan, I don’t think she cares if you’re dating again. Why are you searching for an excuse? I thought you liked me, too.”

“It’s true.”

“Really? It doesn’t look like it!” you said, outraged. “I feel like I’m alone in this relationship. Everytime I take a step towards you, you push me away. I’m getting tired of it. I don’t even know why I even try to save our relationship when it’s clear you don’t care.” you finished, going inside the building.

“Y/N, wait-” he tried to hold you back.

“No, we’re done, Steve!”

That day, you ended your relationship with Steve, signing at the same time the end of your peaceful life in high school. While you were arguing, someone had heard you and had twisted the whole story. Before you could react, the rumours had started to fly a few days later at school that you had ruined the relationship with Nancy and Steve by seducing him. There was nothing you could do to correct the rumours. Just because you liked a boy, you got judged as a homewrecked and you had to accept your sentence.

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Stuck Between a Jock and a Metalhead

Summary: Nancy, on a whim, decides to visit Steve at Scoops Ahoy, which leads to her overhearing confessions from Steve that leads her to think about the decisions she's made. A few days later, she decides to come back. She finds him being hit on by the town freak. What's a girl to do? Oh, get stuck in a freezer with the both of them.

TW for SA. Yes, even though Jonathan didn't touch her, it was a form of sexually violation. We don't bring this up enough or the fact that Nancy shoved her feelings about it aside and then slept with him after being convinced to. It wasn't fair to all parties involved, but most importantly, Nancy and Steve, that this was how they started out. Yes, Steve was violated, too. I will be addressing that in another chapter. If you're going to do this in fiction, address it so all parties can have closure. Anyways, this chapter is dedicated to my fellow SA victims. Yes, I am a victim of SA, and some of my feelings bleed through there. This is for me and others like me. I also felt like I needed to do it for Nancy and her character, whose agency is constantly being taken away. She was in control when she slept with Steve but not when Jonathan took her picture and it was certainly in question when she slept with Jonathan. People always flip it around so Jonathan doesn't look quite so bad. Sorry, this is so long. I hope I did Nancy justice.

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Jonathan wanted to give Nancy her stuff back, which was awkward, to say the least. Unfortunately, he got called into the Hawkins' Post when Nancy showed up, and so, he left her with Will. It was another awkward moment. What do you say to the person who's older brother you dumped?

"I'm glad you and Jonathan are able to be friends," Will said.

"What? Oh, yeah, me too," Nancy said and paused. "You're not upset with me for breaking up with him, are you?"

"No! I mean, it sucks but if things aren't working out between you, you shouldn't make yourselves miserable trying to make it work," Will said. "Jonathan told me some of what happened, not all of it, and he's glad that it went the way that it did. It could have gone much worse. The fact that you still want to be friends with him means something to me, too. I'm glad that he'll have someone to hang out with who isn't me."

"Yeah, me too," Nancy said softly.

"Of course, I understand if it's still awkward. If you want to leave before he comes back, he said your stuff was in a drawer in his room," Will said.

"That'd be great, actually. I promised Holly I would take her to the mall. I thought I would surprise her with an old friend," Nancy said.

"Steve?" Will asked.

"Yeah," she said and turned to head towards Jonathan's room.

"Nancy?" Will asked.

"Yeah?"

"You're a great big sister," Will said.

Nancy was grinning from ear to ear when she entered the room. While it was true that Dustin was her favorite and apparently, Steve’s as well, she did have a soft spot for Will, too. Nancy hummed thoughtfully as she looked around the room. She pulled out the bottom drawer of Jonathan's desk. Nope, she didn't see anything that looked like it belonged to her. Just to make sure, she pressed her hand to the back of the drawer. Nancy frowned when she came into contact with a small cylindrical object. Curious, she pulled it out. It was one of Jonathan's rolls of film. She wondered what was on here. Her curiosity won over, and she unrolled it, holding it up to the light. Her heart stopped. No, these photos were destroyed. Jonathan wouldn't still have copies? The proof was in her hand, though. He had somehow kept them.

She vaguely heard the front door open and the sound of Joyce's voice filtering in from the other room. Nancy knelt on the floor, still clutching the evidence in her hand. Everything had happened so fast then. . . Will went missing. . .Barb went missing. . . There was a monster on the loose, and she didn't have time to think about Jonathan taking those pictures. It wasn't just of her. It was of Tommy, Carol. . .Steve. She thought back to their argument in the woods.

"You said I was saying something, and that's why you took my picture," Nancy said.

"I saw this girl trying to be someone else. It was like you were alone or you thought you were, and you could just be yourself," Jonathan had said, and as she thought about it, that was fucking creepy.

You were alone, or you thought you were. No, there was someone in the bushes taking a picture of her most private intimate moment.

"That is such bullshit," Nancy had told him. "I am not trying to be someone else. Just because I'm dating Steve and you don't like him - "

"You know what? I just thought it was a good picture," Jonathan said.

So, him saying earlier before that he shouldn't have taken that photo that had been just bullshit? The more Nancy really thought about it, the more she realized how wrong it all was. . . How wrong Jonathan was and how he wasn't even sorry for taking that photo. He had invaded her privacy, not just hers but Steve’s as well. She felt sick to her stomach. She had slept with someone who didn't care about whether or not her privacy had been violated and who didn't understand the boundaries he had crossed even with his reason for doing it. Keeping the copies of the photos had proven that. And she had gotten mad at Steve for breaking his camera when he was just defending her and himself. She thought about Jonathan's hands all over her, and she wanted to be sick. She kept pushing it away, pushing it down and pretending like what Jonathan did wasn't that bad. She had gotten mad at Steve for wanting to pretend that everything was okay for one night when it was really her who was pretending and laying it all on Steve, too.

"I saw this girl trying to be someone else."

"This isn't you, Nance."

Why wasn't it her? Why was sleeping with Steve. . .being with Steve wasn't for her? Why couldn't everyone see that it didn't matter what it looked like on the outside to them? On the inside, Nancy wanted to be with him. . .wanted to make love to him. It only mattered what she wanted, what Steve wanted. They made the assumption that she didn't really want Steve, and without even really realizing it, she started to believe it, too. She had always been a planner when it came to the things that had mattered to her. She had planned on being with him the moment he started talking to her. She had made plans to sleep with him. All that she wanted was for it to mean something to him, and it did. When she told him to stop, he did. When it came down to it, Steve had made sure that it was her who made the first move when it came to initiating sex because he knew she felt more comfortable taking control and he wanted it to be what she wanted. . .the way she wanted it.

Sure, she had feelings for Jonathan, but she hadn't planned on sleeping with him. . .on acting on her feelings because something had been holding her back. It hadn't been just Steve, but it had been the most important part. She had been slightly drunk that night and filled with a euphoria that her plan to take down the lab was going to work. . .that she was finally going to get justice for Barb. She had wanted it to be Steve beside her. She had been set on believing that she had been settling for Steve, but maybe it was the other way around. Maybe she was just settling for Jonathan. God, she was an awful person. The sound of Joyce walking down the hallway with Will broke Nancy out of her thoughts.

"Why are you here without Jonathan?" Joyce asked.

"I'm not alone. Nancy's here. Jonathan had gotten called to the Post. Nancy came here to collect her stuff," Will said.

"Oh, that's always tough," she heard Joyce say, and then she popped her head into the room. "Nancy, honey? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Really," Nancy said weakly.

"I would believe that if you weren't crying," Joyce said.

Nancy hadn't even noticed it until she had pointed it out. She touched her cheek and realized it was wet.

"Oh, I am crying," Nancy said. "He kept this."

"What is that? Is this one of Jonathan's film strips?" Joyce asked. "Full of sentimental photos?"

"I wouldn't call them sentimental," Nancy scoffed.

"May I see?" Joyce asked softly.

She really didn't want to, but she knew Joyce, and she knew how determined she could be. She released the roll into her hands, biting her lip. Joyce held the strip up to the light. Nancy watched her pale considerably, and she rolled it back up. Joyce turned to Will, who was standing in the doorway looking concerned.

"Will, go into your room and blast the music," Joyce said. "I don't want you to hear any of this."

"Mom - ," Will started to say and she gave him a look.

Will looked at Nancy and then wandered off toward his room. A moment later, they heard the music blasting.

"Do you drink coffee?" Joyce asked softly.

"Yeah," Nancy said.

Joyce helped her off the floor and walked her into the kitchen. She started the coffee and placed a box of tissues in front of Nancy. The roll of film was placed on the table, and honestly, it felt like it was staring at Nancy. Suddenly, Joyce set a steaming mug in front of her.

"Do you want me to call your mom?" Joyce asked softly.

"What? No, I'm okay," Nancy said.

"I understand if you wanted to press charges against Jonathan," Joyce said gently.

"Press charges?" Nancy asked.

"For taking those photos of you with Steve. That was Steve’s house, right? The night Barbara died?" Joyce asked. "Look, when Hopper gets busy with work, he usually comes over to complain about Mike and El. If you feel that it's what you need to do, I'm not going to be mad at you, sweetheart."

"I couldn't do that to you and Will," Nancy said and sipped her coffee.

"So, what do you want to do?" Joyce asked.

"I just want to move forward, but I need time to let myself feel all of this. When Barb died, I tried so hard to pretend that everything was alright, that what he did was okay because, in a way, it led to us finding Will. We knew what happened to Barb. I pushed what he did to the back of my mind. He captured me in my most intimate moment. It was my first time with Steve. . . With anyone," Nancy said. "And the bigger picture was Will and Barb. It made it easier to focus on that and push everything else aside. It was too much on top of everything else."

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart," Joyce said.

"I understand, I think, why he did it," Nancy said.

"You do?"

"He spends so much time behind the camera that he can't see the boundary line, and in some way, I think he uses that to keep people at arms length but at the same time, trying to get to know them. And I understand that he probably doesn't even know that he crossed a boundary, that it's harder for him to recognize that. He uses the camera to push people away, and sometimes, in doing so, it hurts them because it's easier to do the wrong thing in order to protect yourself from being hurt. I think if he just steps out from behind the camera, he'd get a clearer picture," Nancy sighed.

"I noticed that too," Joyce said softly.

"I know all of that and know he wasn't intentionally trying to hurt me, but he did. He crossed a line, and I just need time, I think, to be around him again," Nancy said. "I don't know how to do that, considering I work with him."

"You leave that to me," she said, patting her hand and squeezing it gently.

"I think it wouldn't have been so hard right now if I hadn't acted on my feelings for him," Nancy said.

"I think it would help you if you talked about it with someone. It doesn't have to be your mom, but it might be better if it was," Joyce said softly.

Joyce didn't say anything else, just squeezed her hand as they finished drinking their coffee in silence. A moment later, they heard Jonathan come through the door, and judging by the sound of his voice, Hopper had arrived at the same time that Jonathan did. They immediately noticed the tension in the room.

"What's going on? Nancy?" Jonathan asked, and she refused to look at him. "Is that my film? Did you go through my things?"

"Oh, getting mad about your invasion of privacy is not something that you want to do right now, Jonathan Byers," Joyce said.

Nancy's jaw clenched, and her cheeks flushed with anger. She picked up the film, stood up, and chucked at him. It bounced off his head and landed near Hopper's feet.

"You asshole! You kept copies of the photos!" Nancy shrieked.

Joyce placed her hands on Nancy's arms, rubbing them in comfort.

"Nancy, honey, I got this," Joyce said.

Hopper picked up the film and unrolled it, held it up to the light.

"Jesus," Hopper said, and his jaw clenched, his eyes looking at Jonathan in anger. "Do you have any idea what kind of trouble you would be in if anyone else found these? Do you have any idea what you did to Steve and Nancy by taking these photos? Do you know what this photo is?"

"It's just a picture, and I forgot I had them," Jonathan said.

He actually looked guilty, and Nancy wondered if he actually felt bad about taking them or that he got caught.

"They're just pictures," Jonathan repeated.

"Considering both Nancy and Steve were underage at the time. . . You were, weren't you?" Hopper asked, and Nancy nodded. "That's child pornogrophy! Even if Nancy didn't charge you, I would still have to arrest you for that alone. Not to mention taking the photos of the other kids involved without their consent. I could add harassment charges to that as well as trespassing. With what a hard ass Steve’s dad is, he could throw everything at you, and he would have the resources to do it, too."

"I was looking for Will," Jonathan said defensively.

"The minute you started snapping these photos is the minute that you stopped thinking about Will, so don't use your brother to try and escape the fact that you fucked up," Joyce said and sighed.

"Do you want to press charges?" Hopper asked Nancy.

"No, I just want to go home," Nancy said.

She suddenly realized that she wasn't all that angry right, she was mostly just tired. Just so drained of everything. Maybe she'll be angry later.

"Hop, do you want to take Nancy home, please? I want to talk to Jonathan," Nancy said.

"Sure," Hop said and looked at Nancy softly as he pocketed the film. "Come on, kid."

The first few minutes of the ride back home was a silent one at first.

"You going to be okay, kid?" Hopper asked.

"I thought it didn't bother me what he did. I thought it was Steve who was overreacting when he broke Jonathan's camera, but maybe it was me who was underreacting. I want to forgive him, but I think I need to feel everything that I've been pushing away right now," Nancy said. "In time, I think I will be okay."

"I've seen you take on anything. You're one of the strongest kids I know," Hopper said. "You're definitely going to get through this. You got someone to talk to? I'm terrible at giving advice, but I've got two ears."

Nancy laughed as she thought about Steve and Eddie.

"Yeah, I've got friends," she replied.

They fell into silence again as she thought about what she was going to tell Steve and Eddie.

"So, Steve broke Jonathan's camera, huh? Good for him," Hopper said, and Nancy laughed. "You know, I have to ask Steve, too. I'm not going to arrest Jonathan either. I can't with the pictures that are also on the film."

"I know," Nancy said softly. "Steve would never tell his dad, by the way. He hates his dad."

Once they made it to her house, she climbed out of the vehicle and thanked him before entering her house. Karen was busy doing laundry, so Nancy quietly climbed the stairs to her bedroom, where she threw herself onto her bed. There was a tiny knock on her door, and she smiled when Holly's blonde head popped into the room.

"Nancy?" Holly asked, and suddenly Nancy remembered that she was supposed to take Holly to the mall.

"I'm sorry, Holly, I know I was supposed to take you to the mall, but I don't really feel good right now," Nancy said. "Can we do it tomorrow?"

"Okay! I'll be right back," Holly said.

When she came back, her arms were full with her blanket, pillow, and stuffed rabbit. She threw them on the bed and struggled to climb on up.

"What are you doing?" Nancy asked.

"Moving up my nap time, duh," Holly said. "You can snuggle with Bobby since you don't feel so good."

Nancy smiled as she held her rabbit to her chest while Holly snuggled into her side. God, she wanted to stay like this forever. She couldn't wait to spend time with her tomorrow. It will be a brand new day and one step closer to a new beginning.

Chapter Five

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86, baby! [E. M]

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Word count: 4.1K

Summary: Eddie finally graduates

A/N: FUCK CANON, everyone here is perfectly fine. And Robin and Nancy are probably in the same year as Eddie but ignore that, it's our boy's time.

Warnings: just some vol 2 spoilers and mention of sex

When you entered the school auditorium, most of the students and family were already there, so you panicked at the thought that you would not have a place, but this feeling dissipated when you heard Dustin calling your name. Taking up almost the entire row were Steve, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, Lucas, Max, Eleven, Mike, Will, the guys from the band, and of course Mr. Munson.

"I've arrived late?" you asked, taking your place between Wayne and the curly-haired boy, placing the bouquet of flowers you brought on your lap.

"You're just in time, it's about to start," Dustin replied, slightly excited. He was still hurt (as were most) but honestly, the pain was insignificant against what you had done: you had beaten Vecna. The bastard was finally dead thanks to teamwork and the entire town of Hawkins had witnessed the pitched battle. There was no way that they wouldn’t believe that you and your friends were innocent of the murders because the monster was in charge of speaking mentally with all the inhabitants to presume that he had been in charge of these acts. And come on, a bunch of teenagers playing D&D doesn't have the ability to summon such a powerful thing. Maybe a 'deal with the devil' that everyone presumed was believable, but not this. You had almost threatened the US government with burning the offices to the ground if they didn't clear your boyfriend's name. They agreed through Hopper's connections, and within weeks Eddie was struck off the fugitive list. You had distanced yourself from legal problems, but you knew that the trial of public opinion was continuing and proof of that was the bad looks you received when you were there.

From your spot you looked up at Eddie and smiled to find his hair messed up under his graduation cap. He was wearing a soft green toga and you could almost swear he was bouncing his foot up and down nervously. You knew how long he had waited for this moment and you also knew how much effort it had cost him, so after all that madness you had been through it felt good to have that victory.

The event began with the principal giving a speech, a student taking the stage to give another speech, and a couple of pieces of music by the band the high school had hired. The whole time I was whispering to Dustin about anything funny and it wasn't until it was time to hand out the diplomas that you kept quiet. They were a long way from getting to M, but you still stayed on the edge of your seat so you could watch the moment he walked onstage. As the students passed, the audience gave couple applause and when they finally named the first person of the last names with M, you made sure that Jonathan had his camera ready.

"Munson, Edward" they finally said and you started clapping. But what was your surprise to hear silence in most of the auditorium. Nobody was applauding him.

There was a moment of extremely awkward silence where you felt like you were short of breath. But that only appears for a few seconds.

"You did it, man!" Garreth yelled from his spot and you felt your eyes glaze over as the entire row of your friends began to clap fervently. Steve even whistled and the cheers could be heard all over the place. Eddie couldn't be happier to see a whole line of people applauding him and when his eyes landed on you, he felt like he might cry.

"Murderer!" someone yelled from behind and you felt your blood boil all over your body. In a way you had expected it, since Jason had taken it upon himself to promote these stupid ideas that Eddie was a monster, but he never stopped hurting. It didn't hurt you, but it hurt you for thinking it was going to hurt him. You turned to look for the owner of the scream and without remorse you raised your middle finger, hearing a couple of people let out a scandalous sound.

"Please refrain from any kind of scuffle in this room or you will be expelled," said the master of ceremonies, obviously referring to you making an obscene sign and not the person who had just yelled at your boyfriend. You turned to look at him and he was already walking down the stairs, his expression a little less happy than his thanks to the insult. So you got up from your spot so I could see you better.

"Munson!" you yelled, gaining everyone's attention. He watched as you formed a flirtatious smile on your lips "I love you!" you told him, like it was just the two of you, and he giggled as he blushed violently. You and your friends clapped again and the master of ceremonies asked for silence so that the next person could go up for their diploma. When he returned to his place, he swiveled in his chair to face you, still grinning broadly.

"I love you more" he gestured, blowing you a kiss afterward. The rest of the ceremony you kept quiet, feeling the disapproving looks of most and when it was over Eddie didn't even bother to come over to have his group photo taken, but went straight to you.

He surprised you when he grabbed you around the waist and lifted you off the floor, kissing you softly as he spun you around.

"Son," Wayne said to get his attention and Eddie practically threw himself into his arms. His uncle was holding back tears, but you and Eddie couldn't.

You saw the man whisper several things in his ear as he squeezed it tight, quite an emotional scene to watch.

"You came," Eddie said once he broke away, looking at the group of people behind you.

"Of course we were going to come," Robin said, reaching out to hug him too. Just like her, most of them hugged your boyfriend with joy and when they finished you gave him the bouquet of flowers.

"They are for me?" he asked excitedly and you reached out to kiss him on the cheek.

"Pretty flowers for a pretty boy," you complimented, making him smile.

"A picture, guys," Jonathan muttered, letting go of Nancy's hand and moving closer to point the camera at you. Eddie lifted the diploma with one hand and used the other to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to his body. The flowers were held with the inside of the elbow "One more" he asked. Eddie handed the stuff to Dustin and you gasped when you felt him pull you back into his arms to kiss you on the lips. Some strands of his hair fell on your skin and the tassel of the mortarboard also, but nothing hindered the vision of your lips together and the smile that he had on his face.

"You have it?" Eddie asked Jonathan and he nodded.

"They’re so cute" exclaimed Robin next to Steve, without you being able to hear her.

"They’re disgusting"

"Don't be jealous" she teased, hearing him laugh too.

"Y/N" Wayne called you. Eddie reluctantly let you go and left with the band members, who hadn't stopped congratulating him.

"Tell me"

"I want to celebrate Eddie in our trailer and I wanted to know if your friends would like to come. You know he likes pizza so I thought I'd buy some for you to eat"

"That's great! Of course they'll want to go, I'll tell them right now"

"I wanted it to be a surprise" he interrupted you, a bit shy. The man was serious, but you knew he had a good heart. From there the boy had learned "Maybe you can tell them and while we have things ready you can entertain Eddie with something else, what do you say?" he asked and you nodded with a smile.

"I'll take him out for ice cream or something. It won't be hard to distract him" you exclaimed amused. You really had another kind of distraction in mind, but his uncle didn't have to know that.

"I didn't know Eddie had so many friends," he said, looking at all the people who were with him. It sounded like a nostalgic comment that could turn into joy. You could see in his face that he was calm knowing that there were so many people supporting his nephew and most importantly of him, that he was surrounded by so much love.

"Eddie is an exceptional boy, Wayne. No matter what stupid people say, we know who he really is."

"I'm glad you're his girlfriend" he confessed "Since you've been with him, he has changed a lot. He looks happier. And you are a good girl and if one day you decide you will be a great wife and mother"

"We just need Eddie to buy me the ring and I'll be happy to be a Munson" you exclaimed, and it was all true. If you thought about marriage, you couldn't see yourself with someone other than him "I'll go with the boys to spread the news, and then we'll leave" you informed and he nodded pleased.

As you approached again you saw Eddie telling a story and waving his hands exaggeratedly, while the others watched him intently. And watching it made you feel good about being part of that wonderful group of freaks.

You were not lying when you said that it would be easy to distract Eddie, because at that moment he was with you riding him in the back seat of the car, with many things in mind except the suspicion of a surprise party.

"Y/N" he moaned softly, feeling you grind against his cock. One of his hands squeezed your tit clad in the fabric of a wireless bra and his lips attacked your shoulder, tasting the sweat on your skin.

You had to admit that the distraction had been beneficial to you, for you hadn't had a moment alone for quite some time and were eager for that kind of intimacy. It was a good scene; Eddie's eyes were closed and he was letting out ragged moans, while you were breathing hard from the effort of climbing up and down on him. Luckily (or unfortunately?) there was no one to witness it, as you had parked in a lonely part of the forest and things had escalated faster than you thought.

His hands went to your hips and squeezed you there, marking the rings on his fingers on your bare skin. You knew that this was a sign that he was about to come and you let him guide you at his own pace, allowing you to relax so you could bring yourself to your orgasm. You two broke up almost at the same time and the sounds that Eddie made sent a chill down your spine.

"You know…" he started, breathing loudly down your neck "my idea of the first thing I wanted to do after graduating wasn't exactly this, but I'm not complaining either" he teased, making you giggle.

"You looked hot in a toga, I couldn't help it" you replied in the same way, letting yourself fall to the side of the seat. It was going to take you a while to recover, but after the sweat dried up a bit, he handed you the dress so you could put it on. He also pulled up his underwear after throwing the condom in a bag so he could get dressed. He looked very handsome in the clothes he had chosen; a Motörhead t-shirt, new jeans, and somewhere in the van was the formal jacket he was wearing. You loved the way he always kept his metalhead style.

When you tidied up a bit of the mess Eddie had made of you, you leaned into his chest and let him hold you.

"I finally did it," he said suddenly, resting his chin on your head, "I made it out of high school."

"I never doubted you would," you murmured happily, pressing yourself closer to him and listening to the sound of his heartbeat. Now it was slow and steady and reassuring.

"Thank you for everything you've done for me, Y/N" he exclaimed and you got up from your seat to look into his eyes.

"What do you mean, babe?"

"For your support as a girlfriend", he explained to you "All those times you helped me study, your words of encouragement, the times you denied me kisses until I finished my homework" he listed and you laughed at the last thing "Everyone has I've said that I'm an idiot and I'll never get anywhere, but at least now I have the hope of getting into a university or getting a decent job. I know that my emotion probably sounds silly because you graduated a year ago and it wasn't hard for you because you're super smart..." there he was, rambling "and even maybe for you it's not that important, but I feel very happy to have achieved it and to have you in my life”

“Of course it's important to me, Eddie,” you said with a frown, offended that he dared to think otherwise “Everything you do is important to me. And I feel very proud of you, do you understand?

“Don't say that,” he murmured, pursing his lips. Did you say something wrong? But your fear dissipated when he spoke again "My uncle told me that and I started to cry" after that you smiled tenderly and forced him to look at you holding his chin.

“We are both proud of you, Eddie” you affirmed, while he looked at you with those doe eyes “And I am not only for this but for everything. For how you saved us in the Upside down, for being so amazing, for not being afraid to show who you are. There are many things about you that make me feel proud to have a boyfriend like you”

"Y/N, shut up already," he ordered gently, holding back tears. Lately he was very sentimental, but it didn't bother you at all, and in a certain way you understood him, so you raised your head a little to reach his lips and give him a kiss to reassure him, one softer and less passionate than the previous ones.

“I love you so much. You better never forget”

"The whole town knows how much you love me" he laughed, referring to the small number that was in the event.

"I had to fix that future memory somehow" you joked, but there was something bothering him and you could see it in his eyes.

“People will always see me as a monster and I hate having to implicate you in that. I don't want people to bother you because of me”

“I don't give a fuck what people in this town think. You and I know the truth and whoever dares to question it, I'm going to put a bullet in their butt so they can call us murderers with a valid motive”

“Since when did you become so bloodthirsty?” he laughed, looking at you with feigned fear. He loved that you were so willing to take care of him and defend him.

“Since we had to face that cheap and tacky copy of Freddy Krueger” you answered, wrinkling your nose at the memory “But seriously, don't worry about me and I don't want to hear you say that people are bothering me because of you. People annoy us because they are idiots with nothing to do” you snorted with a firm tone. Eddie nodded at that, feeling a little calmer. You went back to lean on his chest and then you were silent for a while, until a smile formed on your face "In other news, your uncle told me something very interesting"

"What?"

"He said we two should get married"

"What?!" he yelled. Honestly you had taken him by surprise and his reaction made you laugh “Why? You are pregnant?"

"Jeez, no!" you answered, while he felt his soul returning to his body “Well, he didn't say that exactly, but he said that he would like to see his nephew marry a girl like me. Only if we wanted, of course."

"And you want?" he asked. He didn't sound scared, angry, or anything. Just curious.

You looked up again and stared at him for a while, pretending to think about your answer, but obviously with butterflies fluttering in your stomach at the very thought. You and Eddie could maybe end up being just young love, but something in you told you that it wouldn't be like that; that you really had a future with that boy.

"Could be" you ended up replying, showing him a mischievous smile "I need to think about it because you snore a lot"

"You talk when you're asleep and I'm not complaining!" he defended himself “You say weird and crazy things, you scare me. You once said you were going to cut my throat."

"Who said I was asleep?" you asked raising an eyebrow and he widened his eyes as he tried to get away from you. But you didn't let him, because you kissed him again in the middle of a smile "You probably made me angry that day and you deserved it"

“You have a mind as twisted as your face is beautiful, you know that?” he answered and you knew he had you on the hook. You took the opportunity to look surreptitiously at your watch and noticed that an hour had already passed, just the time that Mr. Munson had asked you for the preparations.

“All these jokes aside, what do you say we go to your house? I'm a little hungry” you complained, pouting which Eddie then kissed.

“Only if we order pizza,” he said and you resisted the urge to laugh. His uncle knew him so well and you already wanted to see his face when he realized what he had planned.

“Deal” you replied. He carefully helped you back into the passenger seat and you buckled yourself in, his watchful gaze on you at all times. "What's up?" you asked, seeing that he didn't start and just kept his eyes on you. You liked the way he saw you, so sweet and loving. He couldn't fake that, even if he wanted to.

"I just realized that I love you more than I thought" he expressed, taking you by surprise and painting a blush on your cheeks. Eddie had this habit, saying the cheesiest things to you without warning "Because you just confessed that you have plans to kill me and I still find the idea of marrying you attractive"

"You're a fool" you laughed, slapping him without any force. Eddie barked out a laugh and started the van, ready to drive off into what he thought would just be another afternoon of laziness and junk food, but the thought of you being his partner for life never left his mind.

As you’d expect, Eddie put on the happiest face when you got into the trailer, even if your friends had been clumsy enough to be fighting each other over where to hide to surprise him.

There were boxes of pizza, also a cake, as well as beers (soda for the kids, clearly), and a big sign that said 'Congrats Eddie!' You didn't think so many people could fit in the place and yet there they were.

During the afternoon you spent listening to music, eating, drinking, and chatting with each other, causing the biggest ruckus the Munson trailer had ever witnessed.

"Let's see who drinks the beer the fastest!" you heard one of the kids say at some point and when you came back to the living room you found Steve and Eddie quickly drinking the contents of the can. They were idiots who in a few hours were going to fall drunk, but you were going to let it go just because they were both happy.

Even the shyest people in the group had decided to play or chat or whatever was going on at the moment and that was a good sign. You promised Jonathan to pay him a good amount for the film and for his work when you asked him to capture the best moments in the meeting so you could put them in an album later.

Somehow you even settled in front of the TV and managed to watch a VHS of a horror movie that Robin and Steve had accidentally brought home from work.

When the sun began to hide some of the people were leaving the place and by night only Eddie, his uncle, and you were left.

"You two plotted against me," Eddie accused, pointing at you two from the couch. He was tipsy, which made him more dramatic than usual.

"What do you mean?"

"You distracted me so they could prepare the party, now I understand" he exclaimed. Apparently, the alcohol made his neurons connect and that was the funniest thing for you. You just hoped he didn't mention anything about you two having sex in the car.

"And did you at least have fun?" you laughed, while you collected the garbage in a big black bag. Wayne was grabbing his keys and jacket to go to work.

"Very much!" he hiccupped from his place "That dance the school organizes is pure shit, even if we had gone, I wouldn't have had such a good time"

"I have to go, Eddie" interrupted his uncle, who wasn't paying attention to the boy's words because he was minding his own business "Please don't drink anymore, do you understand?"

"Can Y/N stay?" he asked, like a kid asking permission to have a sleepover with his kindergarten friends. Wayne saw you waiting for some signal and you nodded with a smile, since you planned to stay to take care of the boy anyway.

"She can, but go to bed early and lock the door," he stated and Eddie nodded with a smile. The man walked over to give her a quick hug before leaving.

"I love you, Uncle Wayne," Eddie slurred. His uncle smiled at him.

“Me too, Ed” he replied with a smile as he ruffled his nephew's hair. He turned to you to exchange a few words, as well as to ask you to make sure Eddie didn't overdo it, and after you nodded to all the care, he calmly left for work.

"Sweetheart?"

"Yes?"

"You give me a kiss?" he exclaimed. When Eddie was drunk, all he wanted was for you to kiss him. And when he was high too. And well, even sober that was his only thought.

You laughed and after leaving the garbage bag on the floor you sat on his lap to give him what he wanted, feeling how he sighed under you. You weren't a fan of beer, but you liked the way it tasted on Eddie's lips.

"Let me finish packing things up and I'm all yours, okay?"

"No" he complained wrapping his arm more firmly around your waist "We can do that tomorrow… stay here with me"

“It will only be a second”

"Please," he insisted, with those puppy dog eyes under his pretty long lashes. You gave up without much thought and let him catch your lips again. The kiss was gentle, with no apparent intention of getting to something else.

You continued kissing for a couple of minutes; sweet and loving caresses. Eddie liked being with you like this because it made him feel like he had some security in his life. If he had a bad day, you were there, but also if his day had been great you ended up making it perfect.

"You are sleepy, my love?" you asked, noticing his kisses getting lazier. He nodded against your lips, refusing to part even slightly. "Let's go to bed, okay?" you suggested, while you got up from your place and took his hand to guide him. Once in the room he took off his clothes and left them lying on the floor, leaving only his boxer shorts. You chose a shirt from his closet and put it on as pajamas, knowing that it was common for it to be cold at night.

“Y/N”

"Mhm?"

"Is it really that annoying when I snore?" he asked, his voice muffled by the pillow. It was obvious that such concern could only be the fault of alcohol.

“It's not, love. I was only fooling"

"Oh... good," he replied, looking satisfied enough. You moved closer to hug him and he buried his face in your chest, smelling his own cologne on the shirt you were wearing, while one hand planted itself firmly on your thigh.

He didn't take more than a couple of minutes to fall asleep and you joined him shortly after leaving a sweet kiss on his forehead that even in his dreams Eddie could feel.

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#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things 4 #joseph quinn

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Seeing your take on Jason‘s character is so refreshing, because even though he wasn’t fleshed out a ton within the show, so many fanfic writers tend to gloss over what was there and paint him as a one dimensional villain.

Based on the information he had, the poor kid died gruesomely, thinking he had failed to stop a Satanic cult from murdering young teens in his town. His approach was a fueled by grief and unfounded prejudices, but he was trying to protect people he didn’t know well and avenge someone he cared about. Of course his approach wasn’t correct, but the treatment he gets in fandom is unwarranted, and the way he was killed in the show was so callused.

The Duffers didn’t bother to put more effort into his character, and most in the fandom don’t seem to either. It’s as if they forget that Steve was created from a very similar template (from a writing standpoint), but he received very different treatment, and everyone loves him. Jason never got a redemption arc, but he’s not a monster.

So yeah, solidarity, my dude. ☺️

Solidarity, yesssss-

I'm gonna talk 🎶more🎶, and it's gonna be LONG-

Right. People act like Jason behaving the way he did was way out of line, and let's be clear, wanting to kill people for revenge, especially without proof that they did in fact murder someone you care about - that's not okay. Pointing a gun at a freshman who was not armed and had not been truly proven to be doing anything wrong, and punching a guy who had done nothing to you or anyone else just to get information out of him, those things are wrong. Jason should not have done that.

HOWEVER-

Listen, I don't like Jason. I was groaning and scowling like most other people when he came onscreen and got in the way of our heroes stopping Vecna. I didn't like it when his teammate tackled Erica to the ground. I mimed vomiting when he made his big speech in the first episode about Hawkins' losses. I felt badly for him when he learned Chrissy had been murdered and I clicked my tongue and went, "aw, poor guy" when he ran off to cry in the woods and scream a little. I don't like him, but I get why he did what he did.

His girlfriend, who he at least liked conventionally and wasn't just eye candy or an arm decoration to him, was killed under mysterious circumstances. Like. Even if you're not madly in love, even if you're never gonna marry that person, that was still your friend who you were dating. Chrissy wasn't nothing to him, much as lots of fans would like to portray it that way. And she got horribly murdered and what is he supposed to do? How do you deal with that? Especially at his age. Murdered and found dead in the trailer of a classmate that already gave you bad vibes and antagonized you in the cafeteria? Where Chrissy would never go, to his knowledge (guys, he does know her A LITTLE)? She was supposed to meet him at Benny's. He thought she stood him up. And then the morning after comes and the news says a student at Jason's school is dead and the police show up and ask him questions about his girlfriend, and why? Oh, because she is the one who was found that morning. In that guy's trailer, the school Freak. Seriously, what other conclusion was he supposed to draw? It's not like Eddie was actively proving people wrong; he was leaning into the Freak status because what else could he do? And he specifically targets Jason and his friends for ridicule and doesn't back down when Jason tries to step to him.

And this is all after Hopper dies and Barb dies and several classmates are killed because of the Flayed in S3, like. After Will goes missing and comes back and is never the same. If I lived in Hawkins and I heard about Chrissy dying like that on the news, I would leave town. I'd stay with relatives somewhere else until it all blew over or the culprit was caught. Or I'd just seriously reconsider my home location. Jason must have been so scared as well as grieving and angry. He's just a stupid, self-absorbed, angry teenager whose girlfriend was murdered. He's not Billy Hargrove. He doesn't beat on freshmen or try to sleep with married mothers. He's not racist. He's just a kid who likes himself and his own opinions way too much and lashes out in anger and fear. He's not a full-blown villain - he's not, as it turns out, a really nice guy with good intentions who is willing to admit he's wrong and wants to change for the better. That's Steve Harrington. Jason isn't Steve. They come from the same kinds of circumstances, but they are different people. Jason's not as bad as Billy and not as soft as Steve. He's somewhere in the middle.

Let's not forget he watched Patrick die, too. His friend? His teammate? Right in front of him, brutally, exactly like his girlfriend was killed. And who was there? Not Vecna, not physically. Eddie was there. What is Jason supposed to think, SERIOUSLY? If you don't see real physical evidence of the Upside Down, your brain is going to try to explain Upside Down events with real-life things that are familiar to you. For Jason, demonic intervention was literally the only thing that made sense.

And you have to admit, it was all pretty demonic.

Jason is then scared, grieving twice the amount he was before, furious, and obviously desperate to end this nightmare. Not for any noble reason, mind you. He's acting out of fear and pride. Jason considers himself a leader. He seems to consider himself the hero of the story. He has to be right. He has to be the one to fix things. Not the police. Not Eddie. Not Lucas. Jason cares too much about himself and his own beliefs. (Not Christianity. I don't think the character was supposed to be an actual Christian; he just used a Bible verse to manipulate people who are in the middle of Satanic Panic.) So he goes to fix things because that's the last thing that makes sense in all this.

And then, and then, he finds Lucas, this freshman he tried to take under his wing and make a part of the Tigers, who has already been lying to him during this troubling time. He finds Lucas in a creepy abandoned attic, with another freshman, the kid's ex-girlfriend no less, in some kind of freaky trance and unable to wake up. Lucas tells Jason the actual truth, and this is where Jason is in the wrong. Because yeah, of course there's no real proof that there is a Vecna - but Jason is willing to believe in a dark wizard like that. He is. But he immediately jumps to the conclusion that Eddie is working with Vecna and it's all still Satanic stuff. Then Lucas tries to explain that Jason is wrong about Eddie, and that's where Jason just stops listening and shows he's not able to redeem himself.

At least Steve could be convinced that Jonathan was not a bad guy. He saw the demogorgon face-to-face, and that probably helped, but Steve himself went to Jonathan's house to apologize to him for the fight in S1. And remember, in Steve's mind, this guy is the school freak, and Jonathan seemingly stole Nancy away from him. But Steve is still willing to admit he was wrong. He had no idea Nancy was there in the house with Jonathan at the time. He came to apologize only to Jonathan, with no ulterior motive. And when he saw the demogorgon, even though he was terrified, he helped them take care of it because that's who Steve is. He's not too full of himself to admit he's wrong about people or circumstances, and he doesn't like who he is and wants to change that.

Jason is Steve if Steve cared only about himself and wasn't willing to change. He was unwilling to accept that Chrissy wouldn't come to him for help, because he has to be the hero. He was unwilling to accept that Eddie wasn't the villain, because he has to be the hero. And he was unwilling to accept that Lucas was trying to do something good, not bad, because he has to be the hero. Jason has to be right. He can't be wrong. So that makes Lucas wrong, to him. "I never should've opened that door." Literally willing to kill Lucas and kill Eddie rather than admit he might be out of his depth.

I don't think he's a raging psychopath, exactly. I just think he's dangerously full of himself. He can't handle being wrong, even under dire circumstances. Maybe especially under dire circumstances. It shows us that when things get hard, Jason doubles down on his confidence in himself and his opinions, to the detriment of others. Anything so that he's still #1. Anything so that he's still in control, still the good guy. Part of that, I think, was the grief, but it also just proved that this is who Jason really is. People are both more themselves than ever in a crisis, and not themselves. Fear both rips off all your masks and costumes, and it strips away your composure. You say things you'd never say normally. You do things you didn't think you'd ever do in normal situations.

I have other thoughts but tumblr is limiting me to only so many words! How did this get so long? I'll continue later if you drop another ask. Thanks for this! I love talking fandom. Obviously. :)

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im back and GIRL im blushing like crazy and kicking my feet (i read it in front of my family 😭)

He shakes his head “nah, that’s not why, you don’t throw parties because you don’t want to see Harrington making out with some other girl in your own apartment,” he says, pointing to Steve who now has his date pinned to the wall and his tongue down her throat.

ok rude?? didn't need to call me out like that man 🙄

‘I love you too.’ is what he said when he cupped your face and looked at you with his pretty soft eyes and you almost started crying happy tears because you thought you finally got him until there was the little ‘but’, he sighed and his eyes flickered with guilt ‘but I'm not ready for a relationship. I want you but I just can’t commit, not yet, babe.’

HE'S SUCH A MF!! I WANNA SLAP HIM SOOO BAD pls let her slap him at some point

Sitting down on the armchair, he accepts the shot that Argyle offers him “you good, dude?”

can i just say i love argyle. im such an argyle girly and you write him so well 💓

With a frown on your face, you look at them as they talk in hushed whispers as they walk down the hallway and disappear in the bathroom. A sad feeling settles in your chest. It’s not just Steve you are losing, it’s also Robin as it seems. You were always the first person she would go to whenever something happened but now she shares her secrets with Nancy and leaves you out.

I CAN RELATE SO HARD TO THIS. literally how i feel towards so many of my friends (?)

Jonathan opens a beer for you and hands it to you with a grin on his face while Argyle offers you his joint, you can’t help but chuckle “come on girl, smoke a little, it’ll make all your sadness go away.”

i love u argyle pls i love u

“Yeah, he collects girls like some sort of trophy and expects you to wait around for him, that’s sick. Why pick up a bunch of random girls when he could have one that he could do everything with?”

yeah you tell her eds!!

“Maybe if you stopped pining after him and staring at him like some lovesick puppy, I’d stop. It’s kind of annoying, watching you sulk over a guy who thinks of you as his backup plan while he fucks his way through Hawkins,” he pauses, taking a deep breath as he walks towards you “you wanna wait for someone who couldn’t give two shits about you?”

i mean... he is right 😭

Eddie whimpers and god, it’s the prettiest sound you have ever heard. Heat spreads under your skin and you can’t help but want more and more. You part your lips even further and he slips his tongue into your mouth.

OHH???? EDDIE WHIMPERS?? ayo eddie maybe some proof? 🤨 and audio sample of said whimper? 🤨

“Yeah, most guys are assholes and definitely no ‘one woman type of men’.”

oh she called him out 😭 but again she's correct about that one

“And I know you liked kissing me,” he whispers as he leans down, brushing your hair behind your shoulder, he presses his lips against your neck, kissing you softly “you wouldn’t have moaned if you didn’t.”

I AUDIBLY GASPED WHILE READING

He parts your legs with his knee and it pushes it in between your thighs as he continues to kiss your neck. His hands gripping your waist tightly as he pushes you down against his thigh, encouraging you to grind yourself against him and you do so right away, moaning in pleasure.

NOT THE KNEEE THING AKHSISHWKSNSKSS that would make me pass out right there.

“You’re not even gonna remember his name when I’m done with you.”

ive gone completely crazy andy

You blush as you stare at him. He licks his lips and his eyes darken even more, he groans “shit, baby. I’m gonna eat that pretty pussy until you’re fucking crying.”

OMGNSIWBSISBSIS FUCKING GOD 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ i would cry if someone talked like that to me i would evaporate i would start levitATING

You whimper as he pulls you towards the edge of the counter, grinding his clothed dick into your dripping cunt “please..daddy, I need you.”

THSISBSKSNSISN THIS IS HANDS DOWN THE FILTHIEST THING YOUVE EVER WRITTEN

He smirks “later, all I wanna do right now is pound your pretty pussy.”

i am gone. i have died. you have killed me. boom. honey anon no more. THIS WAS SO SO SO GOOD YOURE SUCH AN AMAZING WRITER WHAT 🫶🫶🫶 I LOVED THIS SO MUCHCHHH definitely one of my fav things you've ever written ❤️

i wish i could just record my reaction cause most of the time my face was just 😲 and im blushing like crazyyy 😭

AAAHHHH BESTIE!!! FIRST OF ALL THANK YOU FOR THIS OMG, I HAVE MISSED THESE TYPE OF REACTIONS FROM YOU (I gotta write more smut I guess 😌)

Trust me, there will definitely be some drama with Steve! Especially later on, when he finds out about 'his' girl sneaking around with Eddie. He expects her to wait around for him and stay loyal.

Argyle is the friend we all need 🥺 I'm glad you like the way I write him! And I'm glad you liked this in general, I was pretty nervous about the smut. Like you said, it was the filthiest thing I've ever wrote lmfao so I was pretty nervous to post this👀

We need an audio of Eddie whimpering 😵‍💫

I'm so so happy that you liked this so much! I'm so excited to write the next chapter now omg! Thank you for your ask, I smiled the whole time while reading it 😭❤️

#andy’s asks #honey anon <3

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Okay, so I have a sad Steve Harrington headcannon I would like to share here because people don’t wanna listen to me irl. Disclaimer and warning: I talk about EDs and depression so if any of that is triggering please take care; also these are all just my personal thoughts that I had based on my own personal experiences and I am not a professional so please correct me if I say anything horribly wrong

Steve has an eating disorder. I don’t think it’s as bad as like starving yourself, obsessively counting calories, or making yourself throw up but I think it’s there. The kind of eating disorder that makes the simple task of eating seem unappealing and if you do eat something it feels gross in your stomach and you immediately want to never eat again. Even your favorite foods sound gross. You don’t think it’s that serious because you are eating but not a lot. Like you’ll eat 3 meals a day but it’ll be the smallest portion possible and you’re full after 3 bites. It’s one of those things I that are always hovering at the back of your mind but you brush it off as nothing. Now I understand that this might be a bit of a stretch based on limited evidence but I feel like not a lot of people realize it. Example 1: I don’t remember the exact quotes but early on in season 3 when Dustin visits Steve at Scoops Ahoy Dustin’s is like, “you get free ice cream all the time; how awesome is that!” And Steve replies with something along the lines of “yeah that’s probably not a great idea for me, gotta keep in fighting shape for the ladies.” It seems like a joke that he usually makes but that look he gives is way too familiar. The “I don’t want to worry you but please notice that something is off” half smile look. I hope people know that “I’m not going to eat unless someone points it out and I need to eat but I really don’t want to” look. I don’t know if it’s me projecting onto a character I really like but it feels deliberate, the way that was played. And nobody even notices! Which clues me into the fact of 2 possibilities: 1. This isn’t new and has been going on for a long time or 2. Dustin is oblivious. I’m leaning towards 2 because Dustin worships this guy and pointing out flaws in your hero is hard. I love Dustin but sometimes I feel like he uses Steve as an example of what he wants to be and not his own person. Not only that but this was the 80s and even now people say things like “guys don’t get eating disorders” and living in Hawkins with the upside down and everything no one’s constantly worried about their friend’s eating habits or other issues that seem small compared to what they’ve been through so it can be easy to ignore. Example 2: here’s why I think Steve developed an ED. Steve has proven time and time again throughout the series that he thinks his worth is dependent on his looks. He thinks that people like him cause he’s hot and nothing else. And people keep proving to him that that is true even though it not. The kids look up to him because he protects them and takes care of them when he doesn’t need to and is genuinely a good person. But the issue is, nobody says that. When the only thing people tell you is that you’re pretty or popular or get all the girls you start to believe that that is where your worth lies and you do things to maintain that attention from people. @see_doubleuu on TikTok made a really good video about Steve’s loneliness. He doesn’t seem to realize that people value him as more than a pretty face and that’s proven in his conversation with Eddie in the upside down. He looks shocked when he finds out that Dustin actually sees him as a good person and it’s even more proof that he doesn’t think of himself as one. I honestly think he wasn’t at all in the wrong in Season 1. Now that’s a whole other post, but he’s constantly working to make up for high school and he clearly doesn’t think he ever will. His friends his age, with the exception of Robin, also seem to contribute a lot to his self doubt and hatred. For example, Nancy. When they were together, she called him an idiot multiple times, got mad at him for trying to protect her from Johnathan (who from his prospective was a creep who took pictures of her half naked through a window of HIS HOUSE that his girlfriend was cheating on him with), and never corrected him whenever he degraded himself. (Holy shit this is so long that it won’t let me go on. I’ll make a part 2)

#steve harrington #nancy wheeler #stranger things #fictional characters #character analysis #headcanon

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 3 years

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The Perfect Bad Boy (Pt. 14 of 18)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 3 K

Summary: Working as a lifeguard in the Hawkins Community Pool, you try to fit in after moving from New York. Things were going pretty well when you notice you've been under someone's stare. Billy Hargrove, Hawkins' bad boy, has been staring at you since day one. You never intended to have anything to do with him, judging by the reputation he has. But Billy won't leave you alone, determined to show you his feelings are different this time...

As if your heart flooding you with confusing feelings wasn't enough, there are weird, strange animals lurking in the woods... But those have to be just part of the wild live of the woods surrounding Hawkins... Right?

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“Alright... A lot of new words and names...” You mutter, looking at the floor between your feet. It's late now, and Eleven has been talking for over an hour. The story is long and you had to stop her to ask a few questions. More than a few, actually. Everything sounds like a very strange story, the weirdest, something nobody could come up with. To prove it, Eleven turned the TV on with her mind, skipping through the channels before turning it off again. But you didn't need any proof. You know what you saw and it was very, very real. “Upside down, Demodog, Demodorden...”

“Demogorgon. With a G.” Dustin corrects you, smiling. How can he be smiling?

“Demogorgon, ok.” Nodding, you take a deep breath and stand up. “So... What's the plan?” You ask, pacing around the living room.

“Well, we need to gather the whole party for this,” Max says and the others nod.

“I'll talk to my mom and Hopper,” Jonathan speaks out. “We have to do this as soon as possible so... tomorrow.”

“Yeah. Can it be here?” You're not sure if you can make this demand, but right now, being anywhere else after dark is too much. The sunlight is your protection since it's deadly to the... Demo-something. It burns them. They like it cold, said Eleven.

“Sure.” Jonathan answers and you offer him a small smile in return. “Could it be by five? Before the sunset.”

“Yeah. We can sneak out of the pool again.” It shouldn't be a problem, and if Anthony is there, you could pretend to be sick.

“Tomorrow is our day off.” Billy reminds and you take a deep breath, running a hand through your hair. You completely forgot that.

“By the morning them. Maybe we'll get something figured out we can start working on through the rest of the day.” Mike suggests and the whole party agrees. “We should get going though. It's late.” Mike gets up from his spot on the floor.

“Wait.” Mike can't possibly be for real now. “You're not gonna head home now. With those things out there.” They're getting closer to the town, and it means they'll hang around all night. “It's dangerous. You should stay.”

Most of them agree easily, chattering among them. Max seems excited, but Mike exchanges a look with Nancy. “I don't think our mother would let us crash at Billy's place.” She says with an apologetic look.

“Oh.” You know why. Billy told you where he was going to when the Mind Flayer almost got him... Or better saying, who he was going to meet. Mrs. Wheeler. You did felt weird back then, and it sure makes you feel weird now, but whatever he did before, you left it where it belongs. In the past. “Just call and tell her you'll be crashing at my place.”

“Yeah, man. C'mon. Slumber party.” Dustin cheers, smiling, and once again you can't understand why they aren't terrified. Guess they're just used to it. But how can someone get used to monsters lurking around?

“Alright, then.” Mike agrees, making his way to the phone.

“They didn't get it yet,” Billy whispers in your ear.

“They didn't get it.” Repeating, you wrap your arms around his neck. “I'm really trying not to freak out right now.” The words come out of your mouth, rolling out your tongue.

“Let's go to the bedroom so you can rest and we can talk.”

“Ok...”

“Alright. It's done.” Mike comes back with his sister, gesturing at the front door. “Should we get going?”

You and Billy exchange a look. They really didn't get it. “Uhm... So that's it, guys.” You start, taking Billy's hand and pulling him with you. “You can crash either here or Max's room. First to wake up makes breakfast.”

“Wait. You made me lie to my mom?” Mike asks as you move further into the hall.

“(Y/N) is living here.” Max ends the mystery, and you can feel her massive eye roll.

“Holy shit.” You hear Dustin and Steve mumbling as you get inside the room.

Billy lets you shower first, and as you wait for him, you look through his college books. Everything seems very complicated. Your fingers run through one of the pages, taking in the many numbers, but not really reading anything. Your mind is too far away right now. The scene keeps playing back, over and over. The... Demodog, as the kids call it, its face opening up, the guttural noises it made. You wish it was just a nightmare, but everything seems very, very real.

Billy's sudden touch makes you suck in a sharp breath, shaking a little. “Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you.” The feeling is quickly replaced by the usual warmth he makes you feel. Safety and comfort.

“It's ok, I'm just... How is it possible that the kids seem to be so fine with it?” Turning around, you lay your head on his chest as he pulls you close.

“They've been through a lot. They know how to deal with it and you don't have to participate if you don't want to.” Billy touches your face, fingers caressing the soft skin of your jaw. “I'll do anything to keep you safe, you know that right?”

You do. But staying out would not only make you a coward, but it would mean one less person to help them do whatever they're planning to. And, whatever this thing is, it had a part in messing with Billy's life. With Max's life, and all her friends. It's kind of personal. And, if Billy is in danger, you want to be there to make sure you'll do anything to save him. “I want to do it. I just need time to... Process everything.”

“You won't be alone. And I'm not talking only for myself, but for everyone else too.”

“Ok.”

“Now come. You need to get some sleep.” Billy pulls you to the bed, and, instead of laying beside him as usual, you decide to crawl on top of him.

“Am I crushing you?” You ask as you lay your head on his chest, smiling to feel his strong arms around you.

“Haven't you noticed the weight I can lift? You're nothing compared to it.”

Closing your eyes, you feel as he places a kiss on the top of your head. You've never been like that with Billy, literally on top of him, and it's good. Today, more than ever, you need to feel safe. Protected. And he's the only one who makes you feel this way. “I'm so happy we don't have to go to work tomorrow.”

“Me too.”

Pulling yourself up, you move upwards until your face is close to his. “Do you think the kids are talking about us?” Despite your mind being apparently stuck reminiscing the same moment, the terror in your chest, you try to change the subject. Hopefully, it'll keep you from having nightmares tonight.

“I'm sure of it.” As he speaks, a noise of glass shattering reaches us. “Max!” Billy yells at the top of his lungs, startling you. “What the hell!”

“Stop yelling.” You giggle, playfully slapping his shoulder.

“Just a glass, Billy,” Maxine answers from somewhere in the house.

“Better clean this shit up!” He shouts again.

“Shut up!” You whine, lowering yourself on him a little. “Or else I'll have to make you and it won't be nice.”

Billy raises an eyebrow, that usual smirk making its way to his lips. “Oh, and how exactly wouldn't it be nice?”

Yeah, you didn't really give much thought before making the threat. “Okay then.” Smirking, you close the distance between you until your lips are brushing on his before you sit up abruptly, a hand covering his mouth. “See? I told you it wouldn't be nice.” He opens his mouth under your hand, and you feel his teeth biting your skin. “Billy!” You complain, taking your hand away from his mouth. “I can't believe you bit me, you jerk.”

“You got what you deserved.” He suddenly pulls you down, making you lay next to him. “Now, quit playing around and sleep, princess. Tomorrow will be a long day.”

“Kiss me goodnight then. To keep the bad dreams away.” You ask him softly, melting into the slow, warm kiss he gives you.

It doesn't help with the nightmares though. Twice that night you wake up, a breath caught in your throat. You struggle not to let Billy notice, snuggling closer to him.

You're more than happy when morning finally comes. The house is so damn loud, and breakfast in a mess. You like it though, the craziness distracting you from yesterday's events. The rest of the party is here by nine, thanks to the urgency of the matter. And then, after everyone is fed up and the dishes are clean, which took half an hour since nobody wanted to do it, everyone sits in the living room to talk.

And you just can't seem to keep up with it. The boys speak fast, Hopper yells, Joyce tries to calm him down, he argues with Eleven, which is like his daughter, you got that, and then he argues with Mike. Nancy and Jonathan always check with each other before saying something, Steve always finds the flaws on the kids' plans, pointing out the many ways it could go wrong, and Dustin often gets into some kind of argument with him. There are a hundred different ways things could go wrong. A thousand ways you could die. Running a hand through your hair, you hold onto Billy's biceps, laying your head on his shoulder. You're the only one who didn't say anything since the conversation started. There's just nothing you can help them with, you'll just stick up to whatever plan they have.

What they know for sure that these Demodogs are here because some of them must have been left behind in some kind of incubation period until it started growing again.

“So that's it. Hunt and destroy.” Lucas says, nodding to himself.

“Yes. We don't know exactly how much time we have until they start going full Demogorgon, so we should start acting now.” Mike states. “Immediately.”

As if something was lit up, everyone starts moving. “My place in one hour, everyone,” Hopper says and suddenly the crowd disperses, the house once again silent.

You're still in the same place you were, on the couch, legs crossed, eyes on the floor. “Hey. You ok?”

“Yeah.” Taking a deep breath, you stand up. “So. Hopper's place. One hour.” Saying this more to yourself than to him, you get up and pace around the living room. “Should we take the baseball bat?”

“Steve has one far more fun than that. You'll like it.” You can tell Billy is keeping his voice nice and soft, trying not to push you over the edge with everything that's going on. “(Y/N), you don't have to go. You know that, right?”

“I do. But I'm going anyway.” Walking over him, you tiptoe to place a kiss on his lips. “Those kids are so brave. I don't want them to think I'm the weak link.”

“Alright, but we stick together. No exceptions.”

“I agree.” It does make you feel a lot better.

In the next hour, you and Billy shower and get ready. You make sure to wear short jeans and a light shirt so you won't feel too hot. The plan is trying to find the Demodog's nest. This part has to be made during the daylight, to make sure no attacks will happen, so you have no choice but to walk around the woods under the sun. Billy makes sure to shove a lot of water on his backpack, using literally every bottle he found in the house. And Max gathers some snacks for the day.

You reach Hopper's place at the same time Nancy, Jonathan, and Mike does, realizing it's also Joyce's place. The party is gathered in front of the house, a big map of Hawking on the ground. Beside it, a pile of some random stuff that you guess will be the... Weapons you'll use. Just in case.

Hopper is the one to assign everyone a place to start, the area they'll have to cover, and where they'll have to stop. There are lines drawn over the map, and you hope Billy has everything memorized because you don't even know where is where. Then, the groups are separated. Billy of course says he'll take you and Max. And Lucas, much to his dismay, will come along too. When people start taking stuff from the pile, you immediately get what Billy mentioned earlier. There's a baseball bat with nails on the top. Smiling, you take it.

“That's so badass.” You mutter, looking at Billy. “This will be my weapon of choice.”

“Hey. That's mine.” Steve exclaims, reaching out his hand.

“Not anymore, buddy.” You sass at him, swinging the bar and hitting the air.

“But–”

“She's good with the bat, trust me,” Maxine says and you nod. Some people have an interrogation on their faces, and Steve keeps staring at the three of you, as if waiting for further explanation.

“We have an inside joke.” Lowering the bat, you turn to look at Billy.

“Restricted to the Hargrove family,” Billy states, taking one the radios from the pile and starting the make his way to the car. “And Max.”

“But what about me?” You feel a little set aside by his affirmation, wondering what he meant. It's impossible that he's ignoring the fact that you were there that day. “I'm in the joke too.” Whining a little on purpose, you follow him.

“You still only notice half of things.” Billy winks at you as he gets inside the car, and after Max and Lucas get in the back seat, you get in as well. “I know you know what I meant.”

“Maybe I didn't.” Billy has this way with you. You were expecting the first sensations to fade, but they didn't. He still makes you nervous, the butterflies on your stomach doesn't seem to grow immune to him. And part of you is still scared of the things you think he means. You did got what he said, but it's safer to just pretend you didn't, right?

The short drive is filled with chattering. The kind of chattering you didn't want to hear since it's all about the Demothings. You stop by the woods, and Max and Lucas will be the ones responsible for the map since they have a compass.

And so the ‘hunting’ starts. You're glad it's not a real hunt though. You remember when you invited Billy for a trail with your friends, but walking through the woods feels different now. Before, you had only the normal wild animals to worry about, not some monsters that came out of the gates of hell. But you try to keep in mind that the sunlight means protection, so you'll safe. For now.

“Billy, can you make sure we'll have enough daylight to make the way back to the car?” You ask him, putting your hair up on a ponytail.

“I will, don't worry.” He moves closer, taking your hand in his. “We'll be ok. Just focus on trying to find anything unusual in the woods.”

“Sure.”

Billy doesn't let go of your hand until you stop to eat something. Lucas and Max start arguing a lot when you resume your walking, complaining about the directions. Billy is clearly pissed, not very fond of the idea of his little sister dating. It's cute the way he keeps staring at the young couple, paying attention to whatever they're saying. You wonder if Billy ever thought about having kids.

Wait. What the hell? Step back, you tell yourself. Too soon for that.

At some point, a fresh breeze starts blowing, and you couldn't be more thankful for it. Letting your hair down, you run a hand through it out of nervousness.

“I'm telling you, we have to go West now,” Lucas says.

“Yes. First West then North.” Maxine takes the map from his hands, taking a look at it. “It's obvious if you think about it. Just look. Try using your head for a moment.”

“Are you calling me dumb?”

“Yes!”

“Alright, both of you.” Billy intervenes, his voice with a tiny hint of anger. “Will you two make a goddman decision or will I have to?”

This will be interesting. Billy and you have been walking a couple of feet behind them, so as he moves ahead, you stand there, crossing your arms. The breeze brings a soft sound, that looks like the sound the pools make when it's windy. Following it, you spot water, only about ten feet away. Leaving the guys behind to their fights, you make your way there, making sure there are no big trees hiding you from their sight. When you get there, you bend down, putting one hand on the freshwater.

“(Y/N)!” It's Billy's usual yell, the one he always uses to scare the shit out of you. “Do you want to give me a heart attack?” When you turn around to look at him, he's already close by, Maxine and Lucas coming right after.

“Sorry, but I found this lake.”

“Lover's lake,” Max says, sitting down on a rock, eyes on the map.

“Lover's lake?” You repeat, crossing your arms and looking at Billy. “Why haven't you ever brought me here?” By the name, you think it would be a nice romantic date. And you remember by what you saw on the map, the lake is shaped like a heart, the reason for the name.

“Oh, you're new here. Sometimes it slips my mind.” He puts he bag down, safely away from where the small ripples reach. “People usually come here to... You know. So I thought that if I brought you and then you found out what really happens here you'd come to the wrong conclusion about my feelings for you.”

That's a very good explanation. And it makes you feel... Special. Different. “Thank you, then. For... Having this in mind.” As you speak, you take off your white shoes, all dusted by now.

“What are you doing?” He asks, an eyebrow raised when you look up at him, using his arm for balance to take off the other shoe.

“I'm using the Lover's Lake to something else than making out.” You start walking backwards, into the water.

“Whoa, look at what (Y/N)'s doing,” Lucas says, and you give them a glance. Max giggles, putting the map down.

“Try to drown Billy, would you?”

“I'll do my best.” When you stare back at Billy, he's already in the water.

You move back until your feet stop touching the bottom, so you start swimming further away. The freshwater is a blessing, washing the hot day from your skin. For a moment, you decide to leave the worries behind, just for a couple of minutes. Billy is quick to reach you, and you're suddenly aware of the kids staring. “We have an audience, keep that in mind.” You tell him when he pulls you close, strong arms encircling your waist.

“Were you ever kissed underwater?”

“No.” Your smirk matches his as you take a deep breath and push yourself down.

The kiss is a mess. You have to focus on holding your breath through the process, what makes you laugh, throwing bubbles on Billy's face. You manage to reach the bottom, your back hitting the rocks as Billy floats on top of you. But eventually, the oxygen you were saving is over, so you push him away and swim back up, laughing when you reach the surface.

“What a chaos.” You burst out when he comes back up as well. “We suck at underwater kisses.”

“I think I swallowed some water,” Billy says, coughing a little.

It only makes you laugh harder, removing the hair glued to your face. Swimming closer to him, you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Hey! Mr. and Mrs. Hargrove! Let's get moving!” Lucas shouts, making you roll your eyes.

You burst into laugh again when Billy flings you over his back, carrying you back to land.

And the walking restarts, with Max and Lucas constantly arguing and Billy trying to make them stop. The good thing is that it distracts you. And the bad part is that it distracts you from searching around for any signs of a Demothing nest. Your eyes scan through the woods, among the trees, looking for–.

“Holy shit!” Lucas exclaims and then he jolts away, running, followed by Max. You and Billy exchange a look before rushing after them.

Before you can ask what was that, you see it. A huge hole on the solid ground. It would fit a car in it. The thing goes down, in a slope, and then it keeps going until it makes a turn left. It's clear it doesn't belong to any kind of wild animal. It's not natural. A low, guttural low snarl reaches your ears, and you involuntary gives step back.

“Call them. Them then we found it.” Lucas says, taking a pencil and making a mark on the map.

The moment Max takes the small radio, you hear static. “Everyone listen up.” Steve says, more voices talking behind him. “We found it. A freaking hole in the ground. It has to be–”

“That's it.” Eleven's voice cuts him off. “We found it too.”

It was supposed to be just one.

“What?” Steve asks.

“Head back now. Everyone.” Hopper says and Max turns the radio off.

This is far worse than you thought.

@chloe-skywalker @dpaccione @dreamin-of-dacre @funeral-7 @uncookspaget @youhavemyfantasticbeasts @halloweenbitch2764 @redlovett @multific @shinydixon @nikkixostan @clockworkballerina @nope-thanks

#imagine billy hargrove #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove imagine #billy stranger things #stranger things imagine #imagine stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #dacre montgomery x reader #dacre montgomery imagine

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mourntheantagonist · 3 years

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billy only ever lived in a one story.

back in california when it was just him, his mother, and his father, the house they lived in was a small, two bedroom, one story house with a very unfinished basement. the stairs to the basement were very far from up to code and billy never went down there in the complete twelve years that they lived there. neil was always telling stories about the monsters that lurk beneath the floorboards. If only he knew then that the real monster was right there in front of him.

they lived there until neil met susan. and suddenly he found himself in yet another one story house on the other side of town that was definitely built in the 1920s. he liked the new place more than his old home. there weren’t any bad memories attached to it. it felt kind of like a home for at least the first month. he had his first home cooked meal in what felt like years and he had a little step sister who was annoying as hell but nice to have around sometimes. he no longer came home from school to an empty house littered with beer cans and smelling of cigarette smoke. instead he’d be greeted to the smell of cooking food from the kitchen with a little red head by his side.

it felt like a home until neil finally got comfortable enough to lay into him in front of his new wife. it was just a slap across the cheek but suddenly he was back in his old house. he was back to the day his mother lashed out and left and neil had blamed him for his mother’s departure. he was back in his jail cell with neil as his prison guard.

and then they moved to hawkins. uprooted once again a forced into another old one story house. when he moved the first time he still had his friends. still went to the same school. now he was in the middle of buttfuck nowhere and he didn’t know anyone. and he was full of nothing but rage. he didn’t know who he was supposed to be mad at. so he was mad at everyone. everything. angry when the wind blew too hard or his car engine revved too loud. anything could set him off.

the new house had a basement like his first home. this time it was slightly finished. it wasn’t carpeted but the walls were insulated and complete and there was light fixture on the ceiling. it didn’t feel like a scary dungeon. the stairs were the same. rickety wooden stairs that creaked and felt like they would break underneath you at any second.

the basement would have been a nice place if it hadn’t been the place neil took him as soon as they arrived. saying he wanted to “test how sound proof it was down there.”

either they chose to ignore it, or max and susan really didn’t hear his screams.

he didn’t go down there unless forced to.

steve has lived in the same house his whole life. a two story mansion with a pool and an upscale kitchen. his room was up on the second floor while his parents had a first story master. essentially the entire second floor belonged to steve, his parents didn’t have much of a reason to climb the stairs once he’d grown up and they were able to leave him home alone. they had a little too much trust in their twelve year old son, and steve definitely took advantage.

at first he enjoyed being home alone a lot. enjoyed having his own space unbothered. it felt like freedom for a long while. but he quickly grew lonely and eventually had to learn on his own that he has to take care of himself. nobody was going to be there to tell him to clean his room and do his laundry. he had to grow up too fast.

all the things he loved about living in a two story mansion started to become things that he hated. the bigger the house the more empty it feels. and his second floor all to himself was truly all to himself. rarely ever entertaining any visitors other than tommy or carol. and even they prefferred to spend their time out by the pool or downstairs in front of the tv.

he can only count on one hand the amount of people he’s ever taken up those stairs. nancy had been the last one.

growing up he grew to hate everything about living in that damn two story house. everything except for one thing. the stairs.

the long set of stairs, carpeted and without a landing. steve’s favorite memories as a kid were him and tommy h. getting into one of the old sleeping bags from the garage and sliding down the stairs. despite having access to a play structure in his backyard with a slide and all, nothing beats going down bumpy stairs at high speed and nearly always knocking over one of his mothers expensive vases.

the first person who came up to his second floor since nancy was billy. dragging him up there the first time to make out in his bed. billy was the first person in a long time that liked being in his room. instead of chilling on the couch in the living room eating snacks and watching television, billy liked listening to records and drinking beers on the floor of steve’s bedroom. he liked having sex in his bed instead of on couches and in the backseats of cars or behind abandoned buildings like he was used to. he liked looking around at all the little knickknacks in steve’s room. the one part of that big house that screamed steve. the one part that’s decor hadn’t been taken over by his parents.

and billy just simply liked being upstairs. he liked standing on the little balcony on the outside of steve’s bedroom and looking out to the front door on the first level. he felt a certain power and comfort being so high up in the air. so used to people looking down on him, it felt good being the one looking down on others. to be the one standing tall.

it seemed all their time now took place up there. in steve’s room, in the spare room steve had repurposed for a game room, even just sitting in the hallway. they only ever went downstairs for food or if they wanted to watch a movie on tape because the vhs was down in the living room. it just felt natural that when steve let billy into his house that they immediately traveled up the stairs.

and when steve’s parents were back in town, he learned to love living in a two story again.

billy was able to just stay there when his parents were home because they never went up there. the upstairs was no longer steve’s space. it was their space. and they both loved it.

and of course, when steve found out billy had never lived in a house with usable stairs. well he definitely broke out the sleeping bags and experienced what it was like to be a kid again.

#just a random thot #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #mandi writes tresh #ficlet

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dweetwise · 3 years

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some more rarepair het ships because i had fun with the first batch <3

Steve X Cheryl

Steve has a type, and quirky, cute and badass fits it to a T. They start off as friends, Steve thrilled when he gets through Cheryl's initial shyness, bringing out the girl's dry sense of humor.

Steve tries to flirt, but after everything that happened with first Nancy and then Robin, he's not very confident in it. When Cheryl doesn't immediately pick up on what he’s attempting, he's quick to brush it off as a joke.

They dance around each other for quite some time, both awkward and unsure if the other is even looking for a relationship, insisting they’re “just friends”. The others often joke about their very obvious mutual crushes behind their backs, but thankfully don’t intervene.

In the end, it's Cheryl who makes the first move, hesitantly grabbing his hand and holding it longer than appropriate, looking at him shyly. Steve's brain takes a few seconds to catch up but when it does, the wide smile spreading over his face is answer enough.

Steve not only offers a positive outlook on life that Cheryl desperately needs after everything that happened to her, but is also an amazing shoulder to cry on. Cheryl in turn both embraces his silly, joking, King Steve side, and also encourages him to be real with her, letting him share his own trauma and talk about the homesickness and insecurity under the carefree demeanor.

Cheryl loves when Steve talks about his life back in Hawkins, the boy going on and on about how much she’d love his friends and the kids. She knows that they’ll never escape, but still likes to imagine that if they did, she’d go with him to his time.

Zarina X Adam

Ever since Zarina arrived at the campfire, some of the more boisterous survivors rubbed her the wrong way, many of them proof that the loudest voices are the only ones to ever be heard. Adam was one of the few who didn't volunteer much information about himself apart from the basics, usually sitting quietly by himself. And since Zarina always liked mysteries, she promptly made it her mission to get to know him.

Both world-wise and hungry for knowledge, they quickly start sharing stories from their travels that gradually morph into talking about their backgrounds. Even if it's initially Zarina basically interviewing Adam, the teacher was quick to start opening up, seeing what a great listener the curious documentarian is.

Adam can be surprisingly smooth when he wants to, and when he smiles genuinely and tells her she's the most interesting woman he's ever met, how could Zarina not fall for him?

He’s much more of a thinker than a doer, balancing out her practical personality and even making her reconsider some of her impulsive decisions in and out of trials.

Zarina has never felt particularly feminine, with her androgynous features and tendency to sneak out with her camera instead of putting on a face full of makeup to go partying. But held in Adam’s arms, she feels like she’s finally allowed to show a softer side of herself.

Laurie X Dwight

It takes a long time before either of them even consider romance, Dwight desperately trying to keep the group together and Laurie stuck in a constant fight-or-flight mode ever since that one Halloween night.

Laurie was never into bad boys and sees all of Dwight's good qualities instead of the bad. Yes, he's scared and insecure, but he's also a great strategist and always knows exactly how much they all can handle. She thinks they’re a lot alike in some ways; nerdy and frail-looking until faced with a crisis that forces them to show what they’re truly capable of.

Together they're a power couple as leaders, filling in where the other falls short. Dwight's confidence soars not only because he knows Laurie always has his back, but also because he's just never had such an attractive girl be interested in him.

Laurie is far from a damsel and appreciates not only how sensitive Dwight is compared to the boys in her time, but also how balanced their relationship is, both helping each other as much as they can in an equal give and take.

Despite being mostly business in front of the others, as soon as it’s just the two of them it’s a completely different story. When alone, these two strict, trial-hardened leaders become blushing, giggly messes. Relationships aren't something either is very experienced in, but they're happy to learn together.

Quentin X Nea

Nea is just the right amount of brash to Quentin's more careful personality. She's definitely what his dad would have called a bad influence, but Quentin recognizes that under the sharp tongue and petty vandalism lies a heart of gold.

Despite both being independent, they’re always there for one another. Quentin brings out a softer side of the normally shut-off girl, giving her rebellious soul a place to belong.

He loves that she doesn't treat him like he's an infant, letting him make his own damn decisions of whether or not he wants to sacrifice himself in trials or stay awake for days on end.

They talk a lot, usually found hanging out together just outside of the survivor camp, sharing stories mostly from their childhoods and less than stellar teenage years. Neither ever quite felt like they could bond with their parents, instead looking elsewhere to feel important, and now they’ve finally found someone who understands.

Sex isn’t something either is comfortable with or interested in, respectively, but it doesn't mean their relationship is any less intimate than those of others. They love and respect each other deeply, more than happy with the occasional cuddles and kisses and sharing a strong emotional bond.

#dbd headcanons #steve harrington #cheryl mason #zarina kassir #adam francis #laurie strode #dwight fairfield #nea karlsson #quentin smith #dbd #dead by daylight #dweetwrites #zarinadam

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lightsupinthenorth · 4 years

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For the prompts, 46 + 91? 🙏❤️💕

Thank you so much for sending these sweetheart <3

I hope you’ll enjoy ;)

46. Dance with me + 91. That’s in the past

If he had imagined how prom would go at the beginning of Junior year, Steve would have seen himself as Prom King, dancing with whatever beautiful girl had been elected Queen before the admirative and envious eyes of their classmates.

But Steve never imagined what Prom would be like, then, because he never thought he had to imagine it. It would just happen, and it would go swimmingly, because he was the King of Hawkins High and that was how everything went in his life, at that point.

He had not foreseen that his entire kingdom would come crumbling down as it had. Gone were the ‘friends’ that acted as subjects, gone were the invitations to every party, gone were the popularity and the privileges it had brought.

Nancy was gone, too, though it had more to do with Jonathan being a way better fit for her, and less to do with Steve’s eviction from his throne.

If anyone had predicted this to Steve the previous year, he would have laughed, not believing a word of it. And if he had believed it, because of some uncanny proof that the prediction would come true, he would have been terrified. He would have hidden it, of course, but the fear still would have been there, in his heart, making his chest tighten and his breath shorten.

Thankfully, it had come out of nowhere. If there had been signs, Steve had not noticed any of them. And he was grateful for that, for his cluelessness. Because, worrying about his fall from grace would have been worrying about nothing.

Because the fall had meant nothing, in the grand scheme of life. Sure, it had stung to see the ones he considered his friends abandoning him as soon as popularity had, changing his status from royalty to nobody. He had soon realized that he was better off without them, though. They weren’t real friends. They weren’t real, period. They only cared about appearances, and Steve strangely had no fuck to give about those anymore.

He ended up going stag to the prom, and he wasn’t even ashamed of it… of third wheeling Nancy and Jonathan, his ex-girlfriend and her new boyfriend. Despite the less than ideal circumstances, they turned out to be better friends to Steve than his followers ever were.

So, when he went outside after chatting for a while and drinking some punch, he didn’t do it out of humiliation or self-pity. He just left to get a break, maybe smoke a cig or two, and let Nancy and Jonathan have some time on their own. They were too nice to ask for it, but Steve knew they’d be glad to be free of him for a moment

And maybe, just maybe… a small part of Steve needed a break because he couldn’t take staring at Billy Hargrove from across the gym, which had been tackily decorated for the occasion as it was every year without fail.

Billy had come in with Tina on his arm. He had been wearing a dashing suit, complete with a bow tie and everything, but he had ditched the jacket barely ten minutes in, and the bow tie had closely followed. When Steve had last thrown a glance in his direction, Billy had been looking flushed, with his curls in disarray, his sleeves rolled up and half of the buttons of his shirt undone.

How was Steve supposed to endure such a sight? It was straight up cruel. So, he decided to go somewhere he couldn’t see Billy anymore. Somewhere he could ignore how weak he was for the other boy.

He had barely lit his second cigarette when he was startled by the sound of approaching footsteps. He had chosen to go all the way around the building to be left alone and, obviously, it was a failure. But Steve had dealt with failure plenty of times before. One more time wouldn’t kill him.

The fact that the intruder was no other than Billy Hargrove might do the trick, though. Steve really was the luckiest son of a bitch out there, these days... He sighed, bracing himself for Billy’s teasing (which would undoubtedly happen any minute).

“Hey Harrington, can I bum one?” He asked, pointing at the pack of cigarettes laid on the floor, next to where Steve was sitting with his back against the brick wall and his legs bent at the knees.

“Sure, help yourself.” Steve replied, tearing his gaze away from Billy as he brought his lighter to the cigarette hanging from his mouth.

After all, Steve had been adamant about not looking at him, and he ought to stick with that. For his own well-being.

Anyway, Billy had just come here for a smoke. Now that he had what he had been looking for, he would be on his merry way.

Steve thought he had Billy figured out, but he was proved wrong a second later, when Billy sat down next to him, holding his now lit cigarette in his left hand. He was so close that Steve could feel the heat of his body against his side and smell his strong cologne. It didn’t smell the same as it usually did. Maybe Billy had another one, one he reserved for special occasions. It was a strong scent, but Steve liked it. It had character. It suited Billy.

“Why are you out there all alone, Pretty boy?”

“I just wanted some fresh air.” Steve answered lamely, trying to focus on the smoke filling his lungs and not on Billy’s overwhelming presence.

“I’m not sure smoking and fresh air are compatible, princess.”

Steve shrugged. “Let’s say I came here for the peace and quiet, then.” He said, turning briefly toward Billy to give him a pointed look.

Let him believe Steve didn’t want him there more than he’d wanted anything in a long time.

Billy just blew his smoke in Steve’s face, like the asshole he was.

“You want peace and quiet… On prom night? Where has King Steve gone?”

Steve scoffed.

“You’ve got some nerves, asking me that. As if you didn’t know.”

Billy knew better than anyone where King Steve had gone. He’d been the one who had dethroned him the second (at least that was how it had felt like) he had set foot in town. The golden boy from California. He could drink more and quicker than Steve, he was better at basketball, he had more muscles, and he had a bad boy look that Steve and his polo shirts were no rivals for. Steve had not stood a chance against him. He was fine with it, though. He was not jealous. He knew what it was like, being King, and it wasn’t as nice as everyone made it out to be.

“Do you miss it, being King?” Billy asked, stubbing out his cigarette on the concrete ground.

“That’s in the past.” Was all Steve said to summarize the train of thought he had just had.

He had not pulled on his cigarette in a while, preferring to watch it burn, the tip of it glowing brightly in the darkness.

“Mmh… I guess it is. Though I bet half the chicks in that gym would sell their mother for a dance with you, King or no King.”

“They wouldn’t need to go that far. Just asking would do.” Steve replied, choosing not to dwell on the fact that Billy was complimenting him, in a way.

“And no one did?” Billy asked.

“No…” Steve sighed, not because he was disappointed he had not been asked to dance, but because he was bracing himself for the mocking Billy would surely unleash upon him.

“Well, it’s their loss.”

Steve turned toward Billy again, surprised. Shocked, even. He wanted to try and decipher Billy’s expression, but Billy was facing forward, the sky was pitch dark, and the deem light filtering though the high windows of the gym barely changed anything.

“What about you? What are you doing here with stupid old me when you should be dancing with your stunning date?”

Steve had paid more attention to Billy than he had to Tina when they had made their entrance, but he wasn’t blind. He had noticed how gorgeous she was in her bright red gown. How could he have not, when she was the one who had won Billy’s favor.

“I just wanted to chill.”

Steve refrained from pointing out that “chilling” was very similar to “peace and quiet”, which Billy apparently found unfitting for a King.

“Besides… Tina isn’t the one I want to dance with.”

“Why did you ask her to be your date, then?”

Steve frowned.

“I didn’t, she was the one who asked me actually.” Billy supplied.

Steve rolled his eyes. Details.

“Well, why did you say yes instead of declining so you could invite who you really wanted?”

“’Cause that person wasn’t an option, pretty boy.”

Billy was now fidgeting with a button of his shirt, which threatened to come undone. He’d end up half-naked if he weren’t careful. Not that Steve would warn him about that risk. He wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

“Bullshit. I’m sure anyone would have said yes.”

Steve wouldn’t usually have complimented Billy so freely, afraid that it would be too telling. But Billy had said something in the same vein to him a few minutes before, so Steve deemed it acceptable.

“Mh, I’m not so sure. It’s too late, anyway.”

“No it’s not! The night is far from over, you could still ask your crush for a dance. Tina will probably be mad at you, but she’ll find a replacement, I’m sure.”

Steve didn’t know why he was encouraging Billy to go after someone that wasn’t him. Maybe he simply wanted to see Billy happy, for a change.

And yeah, maybe he had only used the word “crush” in the hope that Billy would roll his eyes and deny having a one. But it didn’t work, anyway: Billy didn’t deny anything.

Something even better happened, though. Something so amazing that Steve was barely able to register it, at first.

Instead of getting all offended for being accused of harboring something as silly as a “crush”, Billy blurted out:

“Dance with me.”

Billy’s tone suggested an invitation to fight, more than an invitation to dance, so Steve thought he had misheard. It was the only plausible explanation, right? Billy Hargrove had not just invited Steve to dance, right?

“What?” He said dumbly, eyes as wide as saucers, mouth agape.

“You heard me.”

“Uh… was that a rehearsal for when you really ask the girl you want to dance with? Because, if so, you should try going about it a little less aggressively…”

“Don’t play dumb, Steve.”

Steve was not playing, was the thing.

“If you don’t want to, just say so. You don’t need to spare my fucking feelings, or whatever.”

Billy had spit out the word “feelings” like he would have an insult, which was funny considering the actual curse he had used had sounded softer in his mouth.

“I do!”

“Right, I’ll just go back inside...” Billy managed to sound both angry and defeated.

Steve’s brain nearly short-circuited from the confusion elicited by Billy’s reaction, but then he realized how what he had said might have come across.

“I mean, I do want to dance!” He nearly yelled, holding back a retreating Billy by grabbing one of his shirt lapels.

Billy froze mid-gesture and then got back to his initial position.

“Oh.”

He didn’t say anything else, and Steve wondered if he had broken him. He certainly hoped not.

He got up and extended his hand to Billy.

“May I have this dance, Your Majesty.” Steve asked.

Billy probably didn’t need the stroke to his ego, but Steve provided it wholeheartedly, nonetheless.

Billy didn’t answer verbally, but his hand taking Steve’s offered one was answer enough.

Steve pulled him up and put his hands on Billy’s waist. Shockingly, Billy didn’t fight it, placing his arms around Steve’s neck and letting Steve lead.

The music from inside was reaching them, albeit faintly. Steve could also hear the entrance door slamming from time to time, as well as the loud voices and shrill laughter of the group of girls having a conversation on the other side of the building, but it barely registered to him.

Every ounce of his attention was on Billy and how he felt against him. He had a lot of questions to ask him, but they could wait. Soon, too soon, the song they were dancing to would end, and then prom would end too, a few hours later. After that night, they’d have all the time in the world to discuss what exactly had transpired. For now, Steve wanted to enjoy every second he got to hold Billy in his arms and be held in return.

When Steve heard the last note, he reluctantly let go of his dance partner, but Billy’s arms tightened around him, preventing him from separating their embrace.

“Aren’t you afraid you’re going to miss the prom King coronation?”

Billy would most probably win. It would surely make an impression (and not a good one), if he was nowhere to be found when his name was called and his presence required on stage.

“I don’t give a fuck, Steve. Now shut up and get back to it.”

“Fine by me.”

Steve put his hands back where they belonged and smiled, delighted that the brief moment he had tried so hard to make the best of just got extended for an undetermined amount of time.

The tempo of the following song was far too fast for slow dancing, but Steve couldn’t find it in himself to care. And, clearly, neither did Billy.

Out there in the night, they had their own rhythm, their own music, their own world.

#Harringrove #Steve Harrington #Billy Hargrove #fanfiction #prompts #asks #I didn't use the prompts in order #is that cheating? ^^#also I think I got mushy #oops?

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missorgana · 3 years

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holiday getaway

pairing: jonathan byers/nancy wheeler/steve harrington

fandom: stranger things

rating: general

word count: 1587

warning: swearing, alcohol

summary: Nancy, Jonathan, Steve, and the Christmas times they share. (canon compliant, 3+1 things)

(of course my own 12 days of fanfiction event is belated as hell. anywayyyy thank you to @poirot for the prompt, ily and really hope you enjoy this babeeee 💖 it went in a weird direction but,, yeah !!! softies)

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1) Nancy + Steve

Nancy knows she can’t quite escape the family Christmas spectacle. At least, her mother’s obsessed with the picture perfect thought, despite the others wanting to be about everywhere else than home.

She can tell that Mike wishes his friends were there. Their father probably doesn’t care for the holidays altogether.

And as insufferable as her younger brother comes, she feels bad for him. She’d also feel the same way, if the only friend she cared about, her true friend, wasn’t taken away from her.

But Steve’s here. And the day before Christmas Eve, Nancy rings on his doorbell, and he kisses her cheek, and they sort of pretend everything’s okay for the night.

Sometimes, she envies that her boyfriend’s parents are barely home, but she also knows not to say, because what kind of thing is that to be jealous about, really?

He’s wearing a t-shirt, because he’s stupid like that.

Steve also hugs her a lot, probably because her sweater is exceptionally soft, and he freezes easily, even though he’ll never admit it.

She likes it here.

It’s a kind of peace Nancy’s never known at home, and even though she can’t help thinking of Jonathan, and the way he looks at her changed, like it’s not quite a frown anymore, she feels good.

Her boyfriend doesn’t mention what they got up to in the other boy’s house. To be fair, he wasn’t meant to be involved anyway. But here they are.

And Nancy knows, ever since their first date, that Steve is good . It feels like she’s known him forever, and her boyfriend always laughs at her when she looks at him, but like, it’s like she looks right through him.

Through the hands in his pockets, and the constant fixing of that stupidly perfect hair, all of it. Funny how she once thought he was the definition of being cool and collected.

Nancy likes this version of him more, she thinks.

And she swore he gave Jonathan a smile when the whole thing was over. The boy told her he apologised, so she’s got proof, even if Steve still wants to convince himself all those monsters was a vivid dream of his own imagination.

Nancy guesses that coping method gives him peace of his own. So she won’t convince him otherwise.

They all got their own ways. Even herself.

2) Jonathan + Nancy

There’s not much in this life, whether that be before his little brother’s disappearance, the madness that infested his previously though perpetually boring town, or falling in love with a girl entirely out of his league - Jonathan hadn’t prepared for anything. At all.

That’s a given in a town like Hawkins. Only thing he could plan was, eventually, to get as far away from here as possible.

This plan mostly resided in his own mind. God knows it would break his mom’s heart right now.

But let’s say Jonathan’s been given some reasons to stay. Most importantly, he’ll take care of Will, and his mother.

He’s always put them first, because his mom carries so much on her shoulders, and he’s promised himself to only leave when he knew she would be okay. He owes her that much.

And now, seeing his brother in pain, surely dealing with trauma that he won’t let anyone in on, it hurts.

But his family, that’s a given in his mind.

Nancy, she’s a reason he didn’t account for at first. And when she stays overnight, before she gets to enjoy her own Christmas nightmare, as she calls her family, he still doesn’t quite believe this is happening.

She seemed like this flawless concept of a person before he actually met her, and while she’s still perfect in his own mind, it’s the little things she does, ones he didn’t expect, that makes him feel warm.

Nancy smiles less now, and Jonathan knows Barb still got a piece of her she won’t get back.

And Steve, well, he doesn’t really know. They got issues.

It’s actually kind of strange. The other boy surprised him, that’s for sure, but given the only idea he had of him was a massive douche, it’s easy to improve.

Jonathan actually tries.

It’s when Nancy’s walking around his room, taking it in with her eyes sparkling in a particular way, like it felt less real like the neverending shit Hawkins gave them, and the question of how Steve’s doing escapes his lips.

She shrugs.

Why should he care, he supposes. He can’t let it go, shockingly enough, but Jonathan can tell when he oversteps boundaries like that.

And the girl’s head on his chest when they turn off the lights, warm breath on his throat, it’s like finding a peace he’s been searching for. For a long time.

3) Steve + Jonathan

When Steve receives word of the Byers’ returning to Hawkins for the holidays, just a week, they said, he felt some kind of obligation to do something.

Greet them, at least. But he doesn’t.

The douchebags from the team keep asking him what it’s like to have his girl stolen by a loser, which doesn’t make sense, because they broke up way before the two became official, but also, Steve’s glad he had enough brain to leave those kinds of friends behind.

Jonathan isn’t a loser. He did give him a good punch, but given their history, he felt it tied them. Or not really, cause god knows he’s given Jonathan hell.

If right should be right, the other boy should give him 10 punches. At least.

And believe it or not, he really does consider going to the Byers house. Why is that?

Because of Jonathan, which is weird.

Steve doesn’t imagine them being friends, mostly because of his own faults. He does babysit all those kids, he could say hi to Will. Would be decent of him.

But shit, he’s too much of a coward.

He apologised, but Steve doesn’t feel it’s enough. Can’t really look himself in the mirror when it comes to… everything, really.

Nope, better to head straight home from work, and Robin left an hour earlier, so it’s not like he got any excuses to go anywhere else. It’s Christmas day, for heaven's sake. Steve wasn’t surprised when his parents left a note about some business trip earlier in the week. Again.

What does surprise him is finding the boy he’s been desperately avoiding sitting on the hood of his car.

And like the idiot he is, Steve attempts to clear his throat, but it comes out like a wheeze, and Jonathan gives him a look like he’s thinking too hard about math problems, or whatever.

And even though he doesn’t understand why the boy’s here, or how he found out where he works, for that matter, not much conversation happens.

Jonathan’s brought two beers with him.

Steve considers asking about Nancy, but doesn’t.

Just two bros drinking beer and freezing their asses off, like they didn’t kill a monster together mere months ago.

Maybe that’s why he finds some sort of comfort within himself when Jonathan puts his hand on top of his. The silence is more peaceful than he ever expected.

+1) Nancy + Steve + Jonathan

Like much else in Nancy’s life, by now, at least, another Christmas comes by, and she finds herself wondering how this particular situation happened.

Well, no, she’s part of it.

She’s not sure she completely understands it, but being tucked away with Jonathan… and Steve, it’s different in an otherworldly, comfortable way.

Nancy had always thought of herself getting married to Steve, having a couple kids, and probably following the footsteps of her own nuclear family.

She hated that thought when her mother’s unhappiness shined through the facade, but what else choice did she have in Hawkins?

Well, her boys are holding hands. Didn’t see that coming. But she likes it.

And despite their hesitation when she suggested this thing, all three of them, together, their tiny smiles made her know they wanted to, anyway. Maybe her, and their fear, of this closeknit society that very easily borders on toxicity, faded away.

She knows hers did.

Mike initially looked confused, but come on, he’s seen weirder things. They pinkie promise not to slip any word to their parents.

God, she feels childish. But after all this shit, and chaos, well, it’s like their sibling hood's reborn, or something.

Or maybe Mike’s just maturing. Maybe she’s maturing. Who knows.

Regardless of the where, how, why, who, Steve lets them in his all too empty house, and the mutual agreement of silence, small serenity, quickly changes to laughing til their stomachs aches, and Jonathan’s new camera almost runs out of film.

Lots of kisses. Nancy can’t get enough, really.

And in a way it hasn’t before, the family wars of Christmas morning don’t seem quite as intimidating anymore.

She hopes Mike and his friends are having fun. That El’s hurting less.

She also agrees to be the little spoon, even though Jonathan’s spot in the middle is pretty damn warm, she imagines, but they figure out a deal of changing up every once in a while.

And with the boy’s arms around her waist, and Steve’s hand grazing her own, there’s probably not much that would compare to this.

Nancy doesn’t even need the music drowning the world out at that moment, and yeah, the bed’s just a tad too small for the three of them, but they huddle close regardless. They’ll keep warm. And safe.

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thecreelhouse · 4 years

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Kill The Lights // Chapter 1

steve harrington x original female character

Summary: After Violet- formally 003, a telekinetic, electrokenetic, and clairvoyant 19 year old- loses her first family, her first love, nothing is the same. She finds herself taken in by Hopper and El, struggling to find her footing and meaning to keep fighting. The Party, especially Steve Harrington, try to show her where her strengths have been hiding all alone, and that no one has to fight their battles alone. Sometimes you don’t need to be rescued, but someone’s love and support while you rescue yourself sure doesn’t hurt.

Takes place right before S3, will lead into s3. Slow-ish? Burn? Kinda? Sure.

Series- chapter 1/?? (We’re kinda just winging it here, y’all. Only have like 5 chapters finished so far lol.)

Word count: 2,524

Content warnings: depression, grieving/loss of a loved one, self harm (not graphically descriptive), framed homicide by overdose (so specific good god sorry), suicidal ideations, PTSD, eventual season 3 spoilers, angst... ? Forgive me if I forgot to list anything else!

Author’s note: wow okay hi!! I haven’t written/posted fics in ages (we’re talkin 2012 on mibba being the last time.... is that site even still alive?), so forgive me if I’m rusty in writing/grammar skills and overexplain things or write in circles! I grew up with sites like Quizilla (RIP ugh) to read and write fics on, and if that doesn’t show my age I dunno what does lol. Y’all have changed a lot in the fic game on here and AO3 that I’m still learning so please bear with me. Chapter names are song titles from a playlist I made up for this fic, and story title is ‘kill the lights’ by the birthday massacre. (Now I’m really showing my age.)

Okay. Yeah. This is dark and sad and all over the place but I’ve been sitting on it for a year so- here we go? Here we go! If you actually read this- thank you. (Also don’t be afraid to tell me??? Ok sick. Shutting up now! Enjoy!!)

Chapter 1 - The End

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The muggy air held heavy in the cabin, even with the windows open and the sun setting. For the end of April, it was surprisingly humid. A sign of a hotter tail end of spring, and a wicked summer on the horizon.

Violet let her makeshift bed- an old mattress on the floor- hold her body’s weight completely, though it felt like her heart was really weighing her down. She wished she could sink into the floor and disappear. It was one of those evenings where she wanted to sleep to pass the time, but flashbacks flooded her mind every time her eyes shut. There was no escaping the dreadful feeling. Either exist awake in heartache, or fall asleep to the traumatic memories from the months before. It was all still too fresh.

“This is just a sick joke, right?”

“I’m sorry, Violet, she’s gone.”

“But that’s not Amy! She’d never do that to herself! She never touched drugs in her entire life!”

“Then how could she have overdosed? The proof is right there. I’m sorry. I don’t like telling people when they lose someone- especially to something so heavy. It’s not easy to hear, but we can’t just turn away from the truth.”

“The truth is being covered up- it has to be! Would you just- just fucking- Just fucking wait a second, hear me out. I know I’m unstable right now but this isn’t me losing it. I need someone to hear me out-“

Violet lifted her right sleeve up with a shaky hand, uncovering the tattoo on her wrist.

In plain black text, the numbers ‘003’ were revealed.

Hopper’s eyes went wide, darting back and forth between Violet’s eyes and her tattoo.

“Someone-“ She took a second to catch her breath, trying not to cry again, “Someone else did this to her. Someone’s still watching me. Someone did this to punish me for getting away.”

Violet’s fingers traced over the tattoo- now ‘003’ with a healed scar through it. She wanted to erase the number forever. It was just a constant reminder of her life never truly belonging to her.

A constant reminder of the way things worked in this world.

She was a weapon. Lost property. Not a human being.

Not to Dr. Brenner, and not to anyone at Hawkins Lab long after he was gone. Gone, being used loosely; Violet refused to believe he was dead. Not until she saw a body. Not until she saw the light leave his eyes, and hopefully someday on her own doing.

A knock at the bedroom door shook her thoughts from her mind, though she didn’t move or call out. A few seconds passed before the door gently creaked open, followed by soft footsteps moving across the floor. Violet felt a small hand touch her shoulder, softly and just for a moment. Another few seconds passed before the silence broke, not by Violet, of course. She just didn’t have the energy most days.

“We’re going to Mike’s for game night.... want to come with?” The soft, small voice belonged to El.

Violet pushed herself to roll over and face the young girl. El held a sad smile when their eyes met.

She knew Violet wouldn’t come along. She always knew, but always invited her. El refused to let Violet fade out completely. She did what she could to let the older girl know she didn’t have to be alone.

Violet didn’t have the heart to let her, or anyone, in and know what pain she felt. Maybe she lost her childhood and first found family, her first real family, to the lab, but that didn’t mean El had to suffer along with her. She was still young enough where she could reclaim her life. Violet couldn’t take that from El.

“I’m gonna stay here, kiddo. Thank you, though.” Violet croaked out as she forced herself to smile. She did mean the kindness, but she felt numb behind it.

El nodded, gave Violet‘s hand a quick squeeze, then turned to the door. She glanced back once more, and waved before she shut the door behind her.

Violet sighed, feeling awful. She wanted to give this new life a real chance. Wanted to heal.

“All good things come to an end, to make room for new beginnings” Amy’s words echoed in Violet‘s head.

But she felt as if embracing that would be betraying Amy. She couldn’t let go, not just yet. Maybe it really was just a bad dream. Maybe she’s just been asleep for way too long. Letting go would be giving up on the first person that cared for her. That loved her. That felt like home.

As her thoughts drifted along, she heard muffled voices in the living room. She recognized the voices that belonged to El and Hopper, and one she assumed was Mike’s voice, though she had yet to actually meet him. She hadn’t met any of the Party yet. Violet avoided them all like the plague. She couldn’t bring the permanent rain cloud she carried around any of them. That was her sadness, her trauma. She didn’t dare let anyone else feel that pain too.

Another voice chimed into their conversation, this one she was pretty sure she recognized, though she knew this one even less than Mike. The voice sounded a bit deeper, older. Maybe someone closer to her age.

Though the conversation was hushed, Violet could still make out bits and pieces of it, mostly having to do with her and her progress. Things like “you’re a good kid for trying and checking up on her, El.” And “it takes time, she’ll come around soon.”

The conversation moved into small talk, and details about when El would be brought back home. Violet quietly laughed to herself when she heard Hopper sternly tell Mike, “No funny business with my daughter, you hear?”. It was the first time in a long while that she felt her face curl into a smile, even if it was microscopic.

“Yes sir. We would never.” Mike managed to reply back. Hopper was really good at that whole ‘overprotective and overbearing dad’ thing.

“Alright. Have fun, tell the rest of the Party I said hi. And Harrington, drive safe. No speeding.” Hopper continued.

“You got it, Chief.” The unfamiliar voice replied back. Violet could only assume Hopper’s eyes were rolling so hard in the next room over. Another small smile crept up on her face. She wondered what this boy looked like. He definitely had to be older than the kids if he was driving them.

“See ya later, kid.” Hopper said to El, and Violet figured El was giving her dad a tight hug goodbye. The front door closed, and the cabin fell silent, aside from Hopper sighing. He was probably settling in to watch some TV and enjoy the peace and quiet for a few hours.

Violet watched the tail end of the sunset through the window, finally embracing her body’s exhaustion as she drifted off to sleep.

If only sleep came peacefully to her these days.

———

Violet jolted up in bed, skin slick in a cold sweat. Her entire body trembled, unsure if it was from fear or anger. Maybe both?

She had the dream again. The one that was really just a flashback, like the ones she also struggled through while awake. Her eyes darted over to the clock on El’s dresser- 10:30 p.m. She had only been asleep for maybe three hours. It might have been the most continuous sleep she had in awhile.

Her eyes adjusted to the darkness around the shared bedroom. El had to give up some free space in the already cramped room so Violet had somewhere to sleep. She felt bad the young teen didn’t have the room to herself, especially on the days she tried catching up on sleep or just moped in bed. It was her only safe place these days, if you could even call it that.

Violet pushed off the bed, and slid her denim jacket and combat boots on before quietly opening the door. Hopper was snoring away on the couch, TV blaring in front of him. Violet softly smiled at how goofy he looked before slipping out the front door too.

The moon was bright and the crickets chirped loudly, echoing throughout the woods. The sound soothed Violet. She pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her pocket, before flicking her fingers in a snapping motion, creating a spark of electricity that caught flame at the end of the cigarette in her mouth.

One of the few good things about being electrokinetic, was never worrying about losing a lighter.

Violet was antsy, and knew it wasn’t best to go off alone, but had to do something to get her mind off the nightmare she had. She grabbed her helmet off the porch bench, pulled her keys out of her pocket, and walked over to her motorcycle.

It wasn’t fancy, it wasn’t much, but it got her from point A to point B, and the feeling of wind around her as she rode around town was always calming to her.

As she sat on the seat of her bike, a pair of headlights began to show through the trees before parking by Hopper’s police truck.

Violet squinted into the lights before the driver shut them off, and the doors open. El hopped out of the backseat, Mike following her. Probably was gonna walk her up to the door to say goodnight. Violet could easily sense how giddy El was, and how nervous Mike was, even though her senses also told her they’ve kissed goodbye plenty of times in the past year.

Her attention swung back to the driver side door slamming shut, a tall boy walking away from the car. He was..... really pretty, to say the least.

Amy always tried to correct Violet when she called boys pretty, saying boys didn’t really care for that. Violet would always argue that it didn’t matter if it was the truth. Here, her argument definitely applied.

Violet choked on some smoke when his eyes met hers. He looked like a deer caught in headlights, not expecting to see her out here.

Violet could sense him growing nervous, wondering if he was invading her personal space. She had to keep herself from laughing at his thought, seeing as she was in the open outdoors, and he had to be several feet away from her.

“Uh... H-hey. Sorry if we bothered you... I just had to drop El off, and Mike wanted to come for the ride to say goodnight...” He stuttered out. She dropped her cigarette butt to the ground, stomping it out before smiling ever so slightly.

Her face was beginning to hurt from these tiny smiles tonight. It really had been too long.

“Hi... you are..?” She asked, her voice sounded so meek compared to what she remembered it sounded like. She hadn’t spoken very often lately.

“Oh! Oh, right- uh. Sorry. I’m Steve, Steve Harrington.” The words nervously tumbled out of his mouth as he outstretched his hand towards Violet. She glanced at it, confused, then remembered this is what people do when they first meet. Handshakes. Right.

She didn’t shake his hand, though. Human contact, especially with men, made her nervous. Terrified, even. She hadn’t had physical contact with a man since the day she escaped and-

“Right, shit. Sorry. I forgot, Hopper said you need space. I’m sorry if I upset you at all.” Steve mumbled out. Violet could hear his thoughts, mentally beating himself up over the small failed interaction. She couldn’t help but frown, feeling bad. He genuinely meant well, wasn’t going to hurt her.

Violet had the upper hand with being clairvoyant, sensing people’s feelings, hearing thoughts they assumed they could only hear, gaining information long before they told them to her on their own.

So, why the hell did any man scare her so much? Why did anyone scare her at all? She had the chance to spot red flags before someone could even make them visible to the average person. She wasn’t average. So what scared her so badly?

“No, you’re okay. It’s okay.” She forced herself to say. She meant it though, that it was okay. That he was okay. She could sense he really had no ill intentions in the introduction. “I’m Violet... Vi for short... whichever works.”

Steve stood quiet for a second in disbelief that she was even talking to him, before responding. “It’s.... it’s really nice to meet you, Violet.”

Before she could respond, El yelled from the top stairs of the porch, “Violet!”, before bounding back down the stairs towards her. El ran over to Violet, pausing for a second before hugging her waist gently. “I hope you’re feeling a little better.”

Violet couldn’t even be mad about the human contact. She forgot how much she missed being cared for by family until El gave her these little moments. El knew she needed space, needed time to heal. But she refused to let her found sister build the walls up too high.

“Thanks, kiddo. I am, a little, yeah. I was gonna go for a ride to clear my head.”

“Bad dream?”

Violet nodded, El gave her a small frown. Violet couldn’t read El the way she could with most people. Maybe it had to do with her abilities, too. But she trusted El from the get go. She knew the pain and trauma El had experienced, and knew no one in the same shoes would be hurtful. Not like the bad men at the lab. She knew El had good intentions and a good heart. It might have been the only reason why she agreed to go into hiding with her and Hopper in the first place a few months ago.

“Be safe”, El said to Violet.

Violet nodded again, “I will, kiddo. Always.” She meant well, but it wasn’t always the truth. She only stayed safe enough. Enough to keep living, but most days there didn’t feel like there was much of a point anymore. Not without Amy by her side.

Violet glanced up towards Steve, who awkwardly looked away and cleared his throat when their eyes met again.

“Alright, Wheeler,” he started, looking over to Mike, “say goodnight to your girl. I’ll be in the car. No making out, please!”

“Shut up!” Mike said to Steve, rolling his eyes, as El grabbed his hand and dragged him away from the older teens. Violet shook her head, quietly laughing to herself. She caught Steve doing the same.

“Well,” she spoke up, “it was nice meeting you, Steve. See ya around, I guess”.

“Yeah, see you around, Violet... Take care, alright?” He said, looking like he wanted to say more, but Violet sensed he was worried of scaring her off.

Steve walked towards his car, as Violet glanced over once more at him before starting up her bike. She revved the motor a few times before feeling comfortable enough to race off, leaving the others and the cabin behind.

#stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington x oc #steve harrington x ofc #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things x oc #kill the lights #my fics

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carol-effing-danvers · 5 years

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i’ve got you written (in a black book)

Billy Hargrove’s heart is killing him.

(Title from “Something to Believe In” by Young the Giant)

The night after meeting Steve Harrington, Billy coughs up a handful of gardenia petals into the bathroom sink as he’s brushing his teeth in the morning. He pauses, staring at the thick white petals sitting in the curve of the sink. It’s never happened to him before, so he shoves one into his pocket and throws the others into the trash. Billy drops Max off at the middle school, then skips first period to spend time in the library.

He doesn’t ask the librarian for help and he makes certain that no one is watching before snatching the volume he wants from the shelf – he has to page carefully through the glossy photos before finding the one he wants.

GARDENIA Genus: Gardenia Meaning: secret love, “you’re lovely!”

Billy’s shoulders loosen with relief. He has no doubts in his mind about which person he’s spitting flowers for, but this isn’t so bad. Some people, when they get Hanahaki disease, start vomiting red roses and shit like that. Shit that you know is an instant death sentence, the kind of love you can’t just get over.

Gardenias? That’s not that bad. “you’re lovely!”

Well, yeah. Steve Harrington is the hottest piece of ass in this worthless shithole town, anybody with eyes can see that. So, he’s got a crush.

It doesn’t have to mean anything, not in the long term.

Basketball practice is entering a level of hell heretofore unknown to mankind. Harrington, all strong lanky limbs and big soft eyes, following each other around the court, Billy grinding his teeth at the almost total lack of effort he puts into it. Oh, and worse! The showers!

Harrington brings his own shampoo, and it fills the space with the smell of him. Billy has the perfect view of his broad shoulders and flat soft abdominals and the artful grace of his fingers scrubbing through his wet hair.

He stares, though Harrington doesn’t even seem to give a shit. Harrington, he’s noticed, doesn’t seem to give a shit about a whole hell of a lot, especially after Wheeler dumped him. Billy would be worried, if he were the type of person to worry about other people. He stares, he leers, he taunts – trying to get some kind of reaction, even if it’s a punch in the face – then when no one is left in the locker room, he coughs up bright red daisy blossoms (beauty unknown to the possessor) and the silky petals of orange lilies (desire, passion, hatred).

He laughs hysterically at that. Hanahaki is supposed to be about the pure devotion of an unrequited love, but Billy can’t even do that right. He vomits up sentiments of carnal desire and hate for his so-called ‘beloved’. It’s further proof, in his mind, that this whole thing is nothing but a fucking long-term boner. It’s an intense boner, don’t get him wrong. (He dreams in kiss-bitten lips, long black lashes, and the profoundly perfect curves of Harrington’s thighs and calves. Yeah. Yeah, it’s…intense.)

Billy’s pretty sure he’d have nothing more to say about Harrington after pulling that ass over his dick once or twice. He would even be nice about it – suck off that big gorgeous dick for him, deep and messy, the way he’s absolutely certain the girls in this town are either too stuck-up or too intimidated to do for him. Then Billy would show him the joy of the sweet spot waiting to be played with in his tight little hole. But if he busted a nut in that (lovely, breathtaking) ass, he’s sure the shine of ‘true love’ would wear off afterwards.

He’s absolutely convinced of this until the night that Maxine sneaks out the house.

The moment Harrington steps out of the house and onto the porch, Billy stares at him and feels a tickle in the back of his throat, and when he coughs, a carnation the deep scarlet of fresh blood falls into his hand. He doesn’t even need to look into the book he stole from the school library to know that this new development is bad.

It makes him angry and he loses his temper. The sight of Harrington’s face drives him half-mad, sometimes.

He wakes up on the Byers’ house, hours later, and has to stand, bent over the weird papers on the living room. He coughs up another scarlet carnation and throws it in the grass as he stumbles back out the drive. When he checks the book, he nearly chucks the fucking thing into the woods.

CARNATION (see also: PINK, SWEET WILLIAM) Genus: Dianthus Meaning: fascination -> Carnation (red): admiration, “my heart aches for you!”

Max is gonna get herself – meaning Billy – in trouble with her antics, following Sinclair and the nerds around, but he obeys her command to stay away from them. All of them.

He watches Harrington watching Wheeler at the Snow Ball, and it’s torture. He doesn’t even understand why it hurts so bad and then he’s smoking a cigarette, leaning up against the Camaro, and when he coughs into his fist, thin papery petals swirl into the cold night air. He stares at the ground, gaze captured by the oddly poetic image of the delicate-looking deep pink flowers, trodden into the dirty snow.

His hands shake, and he can’t bring himself compare the petals to the pictures in his stolen book. He makes himself do it the next morning, when one of them floats in his morning coffee. Quickly, he plucks it out of his cup and rinses it off carefully beneath the bathroom faucet, before Neil can see. He makes himself put it in his pocket instead of flushing it down the toilet.

He has to wait until Max is gone before he can pull the book from its hiding place beneath the driver’s seat.

CAMELLIA Genus: Camellia Meaning: admiration, perfection -> Camellia, pink: “longing for you!”

Billy rests his forehead on the pictures of the high-gloss pages and wonders what the fuck he’s gonna do.

He becomes…achingly familiar with the camellia, and eventually adds white (“you’re adorable!”) and red (“you’re a flame in my heart!”) to the flood of petals that emerge.

He says something snotty to Tommy in bio that earns him a smile, half-hidden, his soft brown eyes glittering and a light blush dusting the tops of his cheeks. Three long yellow petals emerge when he coughs into his hand and he shoves them into a random pants pocket before anyone can see.

He knows what they are – he doesn’t have to explore. Sunflowers were his mother’s favorite flower. He knows what they look like, even if they’re shattered into pieces small enough to fit into his lungs.

SUNFLOWER Genus: Helianthus Meaning: adoration, devotion

Billy takes deep breaths and refuses to cry in public, even if he is tucked away within the safety of the Camaro.

It gets worse. So, so much worse. He’d assumed that he just needed to either ignore his feelings or use Harrington to slack his lust, and then the whole thing would go away. But he can’t seduce him into anything – whenever Billy flirts with him, no matter how borderline dangerous it is, Steve just gives him this head-tilted stare, as though Billy is speaking a foreign tongue.

He tries to fuck a girl on New Year’s Eve and ends up handing her punch until she passes out, because Billy knows as soon as she kisses him that if they go somewhere private, he won’t be able get it up unless Steve Harrington comes walking through the door bare-ass naked and sits in his lap. Instead of fucking Mary Ann Davison, Billy locks himself into the bathroom off Tina’s basement family room and vomit blue violets until his stomach cramps. (Faithfulness, “I’ll always be true!”)

For Valentine’s day, Steve hands out Reese’s in homeroom and though Billy normally has a coughing fit after a class with Harrington, he has to get a hall pass to run to the bathroom immediately. The whole cup-shaped head of a tulip, the blazing red of a setting sun, falls into his hands and he frantically throws it away (passion, undying love).

Winter becomes spring and Billy coughs more often, has to excuse himself once or twice a day from class. More covert research into the condition informs Billy that most people have a specific flower that their love inspires, often daffodils for unrequited love.

Not him, not Billy. Billy has whole bouquets ready for his love. It’s worse at night, and Billy has to get out of the house. It’s too obvious to spend an hour coughing in the bathroom and the sheer volume of blooms in his lungs make it impossible to throw into the garbage without someone in the family noticing.

There are no shortage of fields in Hawkins, Indiana. Billy resorts to picking one of the nice warm spring evenings. He coughs, he gags, he lets his entire fucking heart pour out into the grass and dirt, scattered in a riot of colors.

Camellias are still a popular choice, but he produces a lot of red carnations, too. His heart does ache. It aches for him.

Steve has made his heart as soft and sweet as summer fruit. But nothing Billy touches is truly soft or sweet. It’s all gone rotten in him, decayed and disgusting.

A waste, he thinks, tears pouring down his face as he is surrounded by a carpet of little yellow primrose. (Eternal love, “I can’t live without you!”). Some of them are spotted with blood, sometimes. And just like him, it all belongs in the trash.

There’s no way for Billy to know that less than a mile down the road, another boy hides in his bed, Christmas lights twinkling overhead.

His heart is broken, because Steve thinks he’s made of fool’s gold. Something that everyone will clamber to grab for but only until they realize he’s not gold at all, but iron pyrite. A deception of value.

All his love is wasted, because it never means anything to the people he gives it to, no matter how much he has to give.

He’s shiny and worthless and easily discarded.

#harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #this is so angsty #i blame halloween

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Happy Stranger Things Day

So I whipped this up, ty to @tracy7307 for that sd bit >:D, and the premise is basically:

Max is a popular youtuber who makes her way to Hawkins. The party are fans (except Mike who is Mike about it, so he takes off to hang out with El instead) and approach her with a great idea for a video.

“Hey guys! Mad Max here, welcome to my channel. So we're in one of the many midwest towns that have been nicknamed Hell, but this particular one is Hawkins, Indiana. Billy and I met some locals who agreed to help us find some demons. Be sure to like and subscribe!"

“I’m calling for backup,” Max says, still typing on her phone.

“What?”

It’s impossible to tell who yelled it before everyone lunges for her. Max shoves it back into her pocket and glares at them with affront.

“No one is allowed to know,” Steve says, hovering just behind Will, Lucas and Dustin. “This is a real life government cover-up, Max.”

Max frowns, looking out the opening the metal slats. The demodogs are gathered around the pile of raw meat that they’d left in the middle of the junkyard. The pile was getting smaller, and soon they would start looking for more food.

Steve wishes for the hundredth time in ten minutes that he’d kept the kids inside. Dustin and Lucas had just been so excited for the chance to be in one of MadMax805’s videos. Honestly, Steve didn’t think they’d find anything, let alone be cornered in a bus.

“Chill,” Max interrupts his thoughts. “He already knows.”

The demodogs perk up, hearing the roar of an engine before any of the humans do.

A massive truck comes barreling out of the treeline and through the opening in the junkyard before even the demodogs can react. Two of them are crushed under the wheels, while the rest jump back, roaring and showing all of their teeth.

Steve can hear the kids yelling in his ear, but his eyes are fixed on the figure that gets out. The headlights cast him in a silhouette as he comes around the front of the truck, lazily swinging an ax.

The demodogs attack, but the stranger doesn’t even flinch. In a matter of gore and shriek filled moments, three demodogs became two, then one, then zero. The man spins the ax and Steve can see some bloody bits fly off. “Holy shit,” he mutters.

Then Max is shoving past him, jumping out of the bus with Lucas yelling after her to wait. Steve follows, because it doesn’t matter if they’re all almost eighteen, he’s still the adult and if anyone is going to talk to the ax wielding madman, it should be him.

Closer up, the shadows aren’t so bad. Steve makes out a blue button up shirt that is clearly stretched to its limits over broad shoulders that definitely don’t make Steve feel jealous. The man’s back is to them when he says, “can’t handle the little ones on your own, Maxine?”

"Hey,” Max reaches him and smacks at his arm. “It's your job to protect the talent."

"Did you deadass just call yourself 'the talent'?"

Looking at Lucas, and Dustin and Will who apparently followed too, Steve notes that isn’t the only person confused.

“Wait!” He’s puts his hands on his hips and goes for his best authoritative tone. “You just—you—”

“Don’t sweat it,” the man finally turns around and Steve registers him in a list: Eyelashes, smile, beard, shirt-almost-completely-open. “This is nothing compared to what we saw in South Dakota.”

“Think bigger,” adds Max. “Think a little more Slenderman.”

“That is not adequate backstory,” Dustin whines. “What do you mean South Dakota? I watched that episode, it was all clickbait.”

“Clickbait pays the bills, bitch,” says the man.

“Billy,” Max admonishes.

Then all three boys are yelling again, mostly the name Billy and something about cameras.

“Oh yeah, don’t tell anyone what he looks like, okay?” Max says; she looks as smug as she did when Dustin recognized her in the store. “The whole gimmick is no one knows.”

“So I’m going to cut in again with ‘wait’,” Steve says loudly. “But I don’t watch your channel, so I don’t know who this is, why you apparently know about the demodogs, or why you don’t have this proof everywhere.”

“Aren’t you a little old be hanging out with them,” Billy says as if he’s noticing Steve for the first time.

Before Steve can decide if he’s offended, Max answers his other questions. “This is my brother Billy, he’s the cameraman and editor for my videos. My subscribers know him as ‘Billy The Camera Man’ since he’s always off camera and I bleep everything he says.”

“Why?”

“He swears too much and I don’t want to get demonetized.”

“Fuck you,” Billy snorts.

“No offense,” Lucas says, “but I’m more interested in how you know about demodogs than

Billy.”

“I’m not,” Will murmurs.

“There are portals everywhere, and since we do actually look into paranormal events, we see shit.” Max looks at Billy’s ax, and Steve sees that there are symbols carved into the wooden handle. “We can handle ourselves at this point.”

“I can at least.”

“Fuck you!”

“But why don’t you post it?” Dustin’s voice cracks with his volume. “This,” he gestures to the pile of demodogs, “is real proof.”

Max looks bored. “Because no one believes real proof. Also, again, don’t want to get demonetized.”

Steve feels faint. For years he’s been dealing with this secret knowledge, worried about slipping up and saying the wrong thing, worried he won’t spot something dangerous in the shadow and all this time there have been people who apparently know and barely care.

“It can’t be that simple,” he whispers.

“It is, pretty boy,” Billy grins. “Now help me clean this up. We have a Mothman sighting to

shoot.”

Lucas frowns, “we didn’t see Mothman.”

“No, but my viewers want to see Mothman, so we’re giving them Mothman.”

#Steve thirsting #Will thirsting #everyone aged up a bit #but Steve is always forced out there to be the adult #I gave Billy a truck instead of the camaro because there's no way that thing could handle ramming goblins and ghosties #I picture Billy's appearance as a big mystery to Max's subscribers #and she's super careful to not be linked to him online #just for the sake of the mystery #my writing #harringrove #mywriting

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