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Don't Call Her Annie (Complete) : Annette Horowitz is Joyce's younger sister. She hasn't been the perfect sibling or aunt but after she finds out Will is missing, she finds herself crashing back into Hawkins to do everything in her power to help, driven by a need to prove she isn't a bad person. She hasn't been around much in the past 20 or so years, but when she comes back home she finds old friends, old habits and old feelings she'd thought she'd finally escaped. Can she really change or is she just kidding herself? Chapters containing explicit sexual content are in bold.
Part 1 Intro, Part 2 Advice & Arrests, Part 3 Bars, blankets & Bonfires, Part 4 Drunk & Discussions, Part 5 Preferences & Propositions, Part 6 Birthdays & Anniversaries, Part 7 Memories & Monologues, Part 8: Dusk & Dawn. Part 9: Valentine & Variation , Part 10 Reflection & Reassurance Part 11 Dancing & Domesticity Part 12 Music & Misunderstanding Part 13 Nostalgia & Now
Before & After : Dealing with the 1 year anniversary of her almost life-ending accident coming up soon, our main character not only has to deal with how this makes her feel, but also how it’s making Jim feel. Chapters containing explicit sexual content are in bold.
Chapter 1 Before, Chapter 2 The Day Before, Chapter 3 Preparation, Chapter 4 Pt. 1 The Anniversary, Chapter 4 Pt. 2 The Sleepover Chapter 5 The Honeymoon Phase , Chapter 6 Control , Chapter 7 Losing It, Chapter 8 Finding It Chapter 9 Figuring It Out
Summer of Hopper : Hopper is in pieces after coming back to Hawkins after Vietnam. How long will you be able to be the strong one if you are also on the edge from taking care of him? If you both break…then what happens?
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3
Some Legs Are Meant To Be Broken (Complete): When Hopper breaks both of his legs, and you’re the newest employee at the station, it means you get recruited to be his babysitter. Would he be as frustratingly difficult to deal with as you imagine?
(Originated from a request to write Hopper in a similar situation to Andy Dwyer from Parks and Rec when he had two broken legs. This was where that prompt took me.) Chapters containing explicit sexual content are in bold.
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3
One Shots - Jim Hopper (SMUT)
An Act of Nature: You move back to Hawkins, luckily you hit it off with a friend of your stepbrothers. When Chief Hopper finally gets around to asking you out, what is it going to take for the two of you to find time alone? An act of nature?
Not the fun kind of Daddy issues: Jim Hopper is your ex-husband. The fire burned bright but you just aren’t good for each other, you know it. You both try to deal with divorce and trying to raise Jane together despite your differences. Will she end up bringing you back together, or tearing you apart? Or maybe a little of both?
Long Day, Longer Night: A long day turns into an even longer night after you find yourself alone with the Chief…yet again. (My Valentine's fic. Tried to make something romantic and wax poetic a bit.) <3
Don’t Mess With Jim: It’s been a long week without being able to see your favorite man, and you intend to make sure he remembers what he’s been missing. You’re reminded of just how powerful of an affect Jim’s words can have on you (and others).
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Always The Babysitter - Chapter Twenty-Five: The Battle of Starcourt
Author: @harringtonstilinski
Characters: Steve Harrington x Olivia Henderson(OC)
Word Count: 9,951
Warnings: buckle up, we got a lot - angst, fluff, el's leg, canon violence with the mind flayer, small intentional car accident (no one gets hurt), singing, liv being sleep deprived, main character deaths
Smut: no | yes; you're welcome oral (f+m receiving), fingering, protected m+f
A/N: Hi, friends! As stated above... you're welcome. If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊
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I felt two arms go around me as I cried, watching El scream and sob in pain from her leg. I knew it was Steve because anytime I cried, he wrapped me in his arms like he was protecting me from whatever it was that caused tears to stream down my face.
“What is that?” Erica asked.
It sounded like El’s flesh was about to burst into flames as Mike said, “There’s something in there.”
I moved from Steve’s arms as El yelled out “No!”, sitting on my knees at her head, brushing her hair down on her head.
“Jesus Christ,” Dustin said, looking at her leg still.
I think everyone’s eyes were glued to El’s leg as we just watched as something moved under it.
“Keep her talking,” Jonathan said, standing up. “Keep her awake, okay?”
El closed her eyes, whimpering just a little.
“El, baby, keep your eyes open,” I said. “You gotta stay awake, baby, okay?”
“Let’s get on this side, on this side,” Mike said.
“Just lean her up on me,” I said, putting my arms under hers.
“Easy, easy, easy, easy,” Steve said, helping me pull her up in between my legs as I kicked them out.
Robin’s voice rang out as she said, “It’s, uhh… ya’know, it’s actually not that bad. There was a… the goalie on my soccer team, Beth Wildfire, this other girl slid into her leg, and like, the whole bone came out of her knee, six inches or something, it was insane.”
“Robin,” Steve and I said.
“Yeah?”
“You’re not helping.”
“I’m sorry.”
Jonathan’s footfalls had me turning my head in his direction, the boy stopping right in front of El, saying, “Alright, El? This is gonna hurt like hell, okay?”
She sobbed out an “Okay.”
“Liv, I need you to help keep her real still.”
“Okay,” I said, gripping onto her a little tighter, feeling her hands doing the same on my arms.
Jonathan put on some gloves and handed me a wooden spoon, saying, “Here. You’re gonna wanna bite down on this.”
I put the handle between her teeth, the young teen biting down on it. Watching him pull out a knife, I said, “Holy shit, Byers!”
Jonathan looked at everyone before Mike said, “Do it.” He plunged the knife into her skin, her grip on my arms tightening tremendously. It hurt, but I didn’t care as she screamed in pain.
He dropped the knife before plunging his fingers into her leg, her grip once again increasing, her screams coming out more painfully. He felt around as Nancy was saying his name, him telling no one in general to stop talking, tossing out a “goddamn it!” in frustration.
“No!” El screamed, dropping the spoon from in between her teeth. “Stop it! Stop! Stop!” She let out a little sob, saying, “I can do it.”
“El,” I said as she sat up from my lap.
“I can do it,” she repeated, sitting up more, feeling for my hand. I scooted closer to her, my hands resting on the outside of my thighs, watching her as she reached out with her right hand, pulling whatever was stuck in her leg out with her psychokentic skill.
She screamed and the glass behind us shattered as she pulled whatever was in her leg out, suspending it for a moment before pushing it away. It started crawling as she leaned back against my chest, but it didn’t get very far before a foot stomped on it. That foot belonging to the one and only, Jim Hopper.
After we had picked El up and moved her to a bench, I wrapped her leg up before she laid on Hop while Joyce sat beside her, everyone else standing around.
Mike began explaining, “The Mind Flayer, it built this monster in Hawkins, to stop El, to kill her and pave a way into our world.”
“And it almost did,” Nancy added. “That was just one tiny piece of it.”
I sighed, and turned towards Steve, his arms going around me as he walked a few steps forward, taking me with him.
“How big is this thing?” Hopper asked.
Jonathan replied, “It’s big. Thirty feet at least.”
“Oh, sweet shit,” I whispered.
“Yeah,” Lucas said, looking at Hop. “It sorta destroyed your cabin. Sorry.”
Steve had moved us to stand by Max… well, I was standing by Max, he was on the other side of me. “Okay, so, just to be clear,” Steve said. “This big fleshy spider thing that hurt El, it’s some kind of gigantic… weapon?”
“Yes,” Nancy said, sounding annoyed.
“But, instead of, like, screws and metal, the Mind Flayer made its weapon… with melted people?”
“Yes, exactly.”
“Yeah, okay. I– yeah, I’m just making sure.”
Grabbing his attention, I said loud enough for only him to hear, “Do not let her make you feel small, okay?”
“What was that?” Nancy asked.
“No need to act all annoyed and shit just because someone’s asking a question to fully understand what we’re about to go up against.”
“Well maybe some people shouldn’t ask questions about what this thing is made of.”
Stepping forward, I said, “You wanna go, Wheeler?”
“Olivia,” Hopper said, gaining my attention. “Station?”
Groaning, I stepped back in between Steve and Max, saying, “Someone’s gonna have to teach her a freaking lesson on how to not be in control all the time.”
“Are we sure this thing is still out there, still alive?” Joyce asked.
“El beat the shit out of it, but yeah, it’s still alive,” Max said.
“But if we close the gate again–” Will said.
“We cut the brain off from the body.”
“And kill it,” Lucas added. “Theoretically.”
I jumped at the sound of Murray’s voice saying, “Yoo-hoo!” while waving some papers around. Looking back at Hop, I said, “Really, Jim? Murray?”
“Since when do you call me Jim?” Hop asked.
Murray walked over to us, saying, “Hello, Olivia,” before he set the papers down on a table, saying, “This is what Alexi called the hub,” while pointing to a spot on the papers. “Now, the hub takes us to the vault room.”
“Okay, where’s the gate?” Hop asked.
Pointing to another spot, Murray said, “Right here. I don’t know the scale on this, but I think it’s fairly close to the vault room, maybe 50 feet or so.”
“More like 500,” Erica said, walking towards the table. “What, you’re just gonna waltz in there like it’s commie Disneyland or something?”
“I’m sorry, who are you?”
With all the sass she could muster, Erica said, “Erica Sinclair, who are you?”
“Murray… Bauman.”
“Listen here, Mr. Bunman, I’m not trying to tell you how to do things, but I’ve been down in that shithole for 24 hours. And with all due respect, you do what this man tells you, you’re all gonna die.”
I started laughing during her spiel, not sure if it was from lack of sleep or because she was doing what I had been dying to do since last year. “She’s got a point.”
“I’m sorry, why is this four year old speaking to me?” Murray asked.
“I’m ten, you bald bastard,” Erica said.
Laughing, I said, “Oh, my god, this is great!”
“Erica!” Lucas said.
“Just the facts!” Erica said.
“She’s right, though,” I said, my laughter dying down. “You’re all gonna die.” Walking forward, I continued, “But you don’t have to.” Looking at Murray, I smiled. “May I?”
“Please,” he said, smiling.
I sat down, feeling Dustin coming up behind me. Turning towards Dustin, I said, “You got a pencil on you?” Once he handed me his pencil, I said my thanks and moved the paper, marking where I needed to as I explained, “You see this room? Storage facility. There’s some sort of hatch that leads into their underground ventilation system. That will somehow lead you to the base of this massive weapon that I almost died from. It’s a fucking maze down there, but between these two-” I pointed to Erica and Dustin. “-they can get you through.”
“They can show us the way?” Hop asked.
“Don’t worry, Hop, you can be all macho man and do the brunt work, and they will just be your navigators.”
“No.”
“Hopper,” I groaned.
Shaking his head, he shrugged once and said, “Nope.”
~~~
“He can be such a jerk sometimes,” I said, getting whatever supplies we needed.
“Who?” Steve asked.
“Freaking Hopper,” I exclaimed. “He won’t let Dustin and Erica help them through the vent system when we’ve spent the last like–” I looked at the nonexistent watch on my left wrist. “–12 or so hours down there!”
“Eh, just let him take control for a little bit,” he said, passing in front of me.
Taken aback, I said, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
He sighed, placing whatever he had in his hands down. “Babe, it means you can’t always be in control.”
Sighing, I retorted, “You know why I have to try and be… especially for Dustin.”
“I know,” Steve breathed. “But just… take a step back and breathe for a little bit.”
Closing my eyes, I hung my head forward, my chin meeting the dip in my collarbone. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”
I breathed his scent in as he put his arms around my shoulders, my own going around his middle. “It’s okay,” he said.
“Hey, if you two could stop being all cute and shit and grab some stuff we need, that’d be great,” Robin said.
“I should go check on Dustin,” I said, looking up at Steve’s chin. He looked down at me, saying, “I can see him, he’s fine.”
“I’m being protective now. A sister. Plus, I can sense they’re about to start talking shit and I want to get in on that action.”
Steve chuckled, looking down at me. “Alright, beautiful. Go be a shittalking big sister.”
I smiled at the new nickname, kissing his chin before he looked down at me. “Okay, handsome.”
He smiled, leaning down to place a sweet kiss to my lips. I pulled my lips back into a smile, slowly pulling my body away from his as I backed myself up to the counter to jump over it, making my way over to Dustin and his group of friends.
“Well, that settles it,” Erica said. “He’s gonna die. They’re gonna die.”
“Yeah, most likely,” I said, walking down the small ramp to the fountain they were standing at.
“You guys survived,” Lucas said.
“Barely,” Dustin said, after turning to face Lucas.
“Call it luck,” I said.
“We could have really used you guys down there.”
“Could’ve used you up here, too,” Mike said. “Especially Liv’s protective side.”
“Yeah, well, I probably would’ve knocked your sister out in the process,” I breathed.
“We miss you, dude,” Lucas said, looking at my brother.
I put my arm around my brother’s shoulders, seeing a ghost of a smile on his face. “See? They missed you. I knew it all along.”
“Big-time,” Will said.
The four younger boys I adored all huddled together in a hug. I tried to get out of it, but Will pulled me in, saying, “You’re a part of this party, too, Liv.”
“Honorary member,” I chuckled, causing them to laugh as well.
“Please, don’t cry, nerds,” Erica said.
Turning around to face her, I laughed, “Shall we tell them the little discovery we made about you in that vent system?”
“Erica,” Lucas said, stepping forward.
“Keep saying my name,” she sassed. “See what happens.”
“Ohh!” I breathed out.
“Hey, heads up,” Hopper said. “You can navigate, just from someplace safe.”
Shrugging with a frown on my face, I said, “Looks like you won’t die after all,” before smiling wickedly. “But it’s not that simple.”
“The signal won’t reach,” Erica added.
“Not with this,” Dustin said. “You need something with a high enough frequency band to relay with the Russian’s radio tower. But for that to work, you need someone who has both seen their comms room and has access to a super-powered handcrafted radio tower, one preferably already situated at the highest point in Hawkins. Oh, wait. That’s me. If you want us to navigate, you got us. But we need a head start.”
I held my breath the entire time Dustin spoke to Hopper, releasing it once he was done. “Holy shit, I thought he’d never stop talking.” Looking at Hopper, I watched as his brows quickly rose up before Dustin looked at Erica then back at him saying, “And a car.”
Hop looked over at me, my lips scrunching to the side as I shrugged. “He’s right.” I put my hand out, saying, “Fork ‘em over.”
He turned to the side a little, yelling Steve’s name, said teen making his way over. Hopper put the keys in Steve’s hand, telling him to take us where Dustin told him to take us. I gawked at Hopper, who just shrugged and raised his brows like he couldn’t care less.
Letting out a groan, I tiled my head back, turning around and walking towards the front of the mall. Steve and the rest of our group followed behind a few moments later, until Steve got in front of me to open the doors.
“Oh, man, now this,” he said, tossing the keys a few inches out of his hand before they fell back into his hand. “This is what I’m talkin’ about.”
“Toddfather?” Robin and I asked.
“Oh, screw, Todd! Steve’s her daddy now.”
“Please don’t ever say that again,” I said, climbing into the front seat.
“Did you just talk about yourself in the third person?” Robin asked.
“Did he just call himself daddy?” Erica asked.
As the three of them - Robin, Erica and Dustin - all climbed into the back, Steve asked, “Alright, where are we going?”
“Weathertop,” Dustin answered.
“Weather-what?”
“Drive,” I said.
“Okay. Jesus.” Steve turned on the car and put it in reverse, sitting up to see behind him as he backed out, putting it in drive to start us forward on our newest mission.
I sat with my arms crossed, looking to my right at the scenery passing by. I was jealous that Steve got to drive, okay? I could hear the smile in his voice as Steve asked, “Baby, are you jealous?”
“Can you please stop calling her baby in front of me?” Dustin asked. “It’s gross.”
“Dustin, hush,” I said. “Steve, yes. I am. Now let me wallow.”
He chuckled, putting his hand on my elbow to drag my arm away from me, sliding his fingers between mine and kissing the back of my hand.
We drove for what felt like two states before I asked, “Sweet shit, Dustin, how far is this place?”
“Relax, dear sister, we’re almost there,” Dustin replied.
“This girl better be fucking special, Dusty. I mean, because of the fact that you went to camp, met her, built this radio and put it in the middle of nowhere just to stay in communication with her.”
“Nobody’s scientifically perfect, but Suzie’s about as close to being perfect as any human could possibly be.”
Looking at Steve, who never let go of my hand, I smiled and said, “I know someone.”
“You two are gross,” Erica said. “And this girl sound made-up to me. What about you?”
Steve and I looked at each other before Dustin said, “Why are you two hesitating?”
“I’m-I’m-I’m not! I’m not,” Steve said. “I think she sounds real. Ya’know, totally, absolutely real.”
“Left, turn left,” Dustin said.
“There’s not a road here.”
“Turn left now!”
“Jesus. Hang on!”
I couldn’t help but scream as Steve made the sharpest turn in the history of sharp turns, hitting a wooden fence, the car’s tires meeting nothing but grass.
“Whoa! Henderson, where are we going?!” Steve yelled, both hands now on the wheel.
“Up!” Dustin said.
“We’re definitely gonna die!” I yelled, the car bumping against the grass.
“We’re not gonna make it!” Robin and I yelled.
“Yes, we are,” Steve said. “Come on, baby. Come on, baby!” He pressed the gas to accelerate us up this stupid hill, being unsuccessful as the car struggled to get more up. “Come on!"
“I guess the Toddfather has its limitations,” Robin said.
“In other words, we’re stuck,” I said, resting my elbow on the part the window’s at, letting my fingers rest on my forehead.
Steve breathed heavily before I heard him get out of the car, the rest of the group following, aside from me.
“Liv!” Dustin called. “Come on!”
“Nope, I’m waiting for the Mind Flayer to come and eat me,” I deadpanned. A moment later, a body was leaning against the door, the backs of their fingers gently rubbing up and down my arm.
“What’s up, babe?” Steve asked, gently.
I sighed. “Guess I’m just wallowing.” I looked up at him, placing my hand on his cheek, careful not to rub my thumb over his bruised eye. “Even with a black eye… you’re still perfect.”
He chuckled lightly, turning his head in my hand, pressing his lips to my palm. “I’m glad someone thinks so.” Locking his eyes on mine, he whispered, “I love you.”
“I love you,” I whispered back, smiling.
“Come on,” he whispered, backing away from the car to open the door.
I sighed and got out, taking his hand after he closed the door, Dustin complaining about Steve and I taking forever, which in reality it was more like a minute.
We started walking up the hill, finally making it to Dustin’s man-made radio, my brother picking up the mouthpiece, pressing the button on it and saying, “Bald Eagle, do you copy? Bald Eagle, I repeat, this is Scoops Troop, do you copy?”
Standing with Steve a few feet away, I said, “I’m gonna be repeating radio talk in my head for the next two years.”
“Yes, I copy,” Murray responded.
We all chuckled before Dustin asked, “Call sign?”
We had assigned everyone group names and call signs before we left… or at least Dustin did while I was walking away from everyone to get in the car. In case you were wondering, call signs are as follows;
Griswold Family; El, Max, Lucas, Mike, Will, Jonathan and Nancy.
Eagles Nest; Murray, Joyce and Hop.
Scoops Troop; Robin, Erica, Dustin, Steve and myself.
“Bald Eagle,” Murray responded.
“Please repeat,” Dustin said.
Without missing a beat, Murray came back with “Bald Eagle! This is Bald Eagle!” before Dustin said with a smile, “Copy that. Good to hear your voice, Bald Eagle. What’s your 20?”
“We reached the vent. I’ll contact you when I need you. Until then, silence.”
“Roger that, Bald Eagle. This is Scoops Troop, going radio silent. 10-10 over.”
I decided to lay on the wet grass a little while later, bored out of my mind. “Ya’know, I have a slight fear of space, but I find it fascinating. I especially love looking up at the stars. This angle suits you.” I chuckled, shifting my eyes from the stars to Steve as he came into view, his head tilted down, looking at me.
“Why are you laying on the wet grass?” he asked.
Shrugging, I said, “My legs were getting tired. And I’m tired. I haven’t slept in over 24 hours.”
“Scoops Troop, this is… hm… Bald Eagle. I’ve reached another junction.”
“This is what?” Dustin asked.
“The fourth junction,” Erica said.
“Alright, so, if memory serves–”
“Right after the nerd epiphany,” I said, turning on my side a little.
“We went left, so he has to go right,” Erica said.
“Fly right, Bald Eagle,” Dustin said. “Fly. Right.”
“Roger that, flying right,” Murray confirmed.
“What’s the nerd epiphany?” Robin asked.
I noticed Steve walk away a few feet, looking out at Hawkins from our view. I got up, brushing myself off, and walked towards him, wrapping my arms around his middle, pressing forehead in between his shoulder blades. “What’cha doing?”
“Look,” he said.
I looked around him, seeing the mall’s lights flickering. “Uhh, guys!” A few seconds later, Erica, Dustin and Robin walked over to us before I turned to face Dustin, telling him, “Get your ass back over there right the hell now!”
The five of us rushed back to the radio, Dustin picking up the mic, saying into it, “Griswold Family, this is Scoops Troop! Do you copy? Over! Griswold Family, I repeat, this is Scoops Troop! Do you co–” The radio went staticy, Dustin asking once again, “Griswold Family, do you copy?”
Grabbing the mic from him, I pressed the button and yelled, “Do you copy?!” before hearing a roaring sound that shook me to my core. “Griswold Family, this is Scoops Troop! Please, for the love of God, confirm your fucking safety! Griswold Family, please confirm your safety! Are you on your way to Bald Eagle?” I sighed before whispering to myself, “Goddamn it.” Pressing the button again, I repeated my words to Griswold Family.
Dustin grabbed the mic from me, telling them that someone needed to answer to confirm their safety.
“Why aren’t they answering?” I asked.
Dustin repeated “Griswold Family, do you copy?” over and over again. I had to stand up, feeling suddenly overwhelmed by everything going on, so I did what I felt the need to do; run. I ran past the group, hearing Erica ask not a second later, “Where are you going?”
“To get them the hell out of there!” Steve answered. “Stay here! Contact the others!”
I looked back, seeing him gaining speed as he caught up with me, Robin following his lead until we got back to the car, Steve putting it reverse and tearing out of the grass and back onto the main road, speeding like a bat out of hell.
“Steve,” I said. “Faster.”
“I’m already going–”
“Steve! Those kids are in danger! Faster!”
I watched his face as the car gained more speed, the trees zipping by us like the speed of light. Before we knew it, he was slowing down, turning somewhat carefully as to not flip the car and kill us all.
I saw a car headed for Griswold Family’s, so I patted Steve rapidly on the shoulder. “Baby, crash the car into Billy’s.”
“What?”
“He’s gonna kill Griswold! Crash the car!”
Right before Billy’s car went to make an impact, Steve yelled, “Hang on!!” before he t-boned Billy’s beautiful Camaro, both cars spinning 90 degrees before coming to a stop. A few seconds and heavy breathing from all three of us later, Steve asked, “You guys okay?”
“Ask me tomorrow?” Robin answered.
“Babe?”
Looking from somewhere in front of me to Steve, I said, “That was terrifying, but exhilarating! I have so much adrenaline right now, I could beat that motherfucker to a pulp.” Looking up, I said, “Holy fucking shit.” I stood up, resting my arm on the top of the windshield, watching as the Mind Flayer stomped its way up onto the roof of Starcourt Mall before it roared.
“Let the Battle of Starcourt begin,” I breathed. Hearing a horn honk, I looked to my right, seeing Mrs. Wheeler’s new car beside us.
I jumped out as Nancy said, “Get in!”, going to the very back of the stationwagon. I sat against the back of the seats in front of me, Steve right next to me by the door with Robin across from us.
“Byers, drive!” I said, looking at the 90 foot monster about to chase us as it descended from the building. I repeated, “Oh my god” about thirty times in a whisper, watching this thing chase us down the road.
Steve put his arm around my leg, breathing heavily, my own arms going around his. The radio in Robin’s hand, that Dustin had apparently given her, went off.
“Dusty-bun, you copy?”
“I copy, Suzie-poo. It sounds much better now, thanks.”
I looked at Steve before looking at Robin, all three of us saying Suzie’s name.
“Okay, so, listen, do you know Planck's Constant?” Dustin asked.
“Do you know the Earth orbits the Sun?” Suzie countered.
“Okay, so I know it starts with two sixes, and then a… w-what is it?”
“Okay, so let me just be clear on this. I haven’t heard from you in a week, and now you want a mathematical equation that you should know so you can… save the world?”
“Suzie-poo, I promise I will make it up to you as soon as possible.”
“You can make it up to me now.”
“What?”
“I want to hear it,” Suzie said, bribing my little brother.
“What?”
“I want to hear it,” she repeated.
With fear in his voice, Dustin said, “Not right now.”
Sternly, Suzie came back with, “Yes, now, Dusty-bun.”
“Suzie-poo, this is urgent.”
“Yes, yes, you’re saving the world, I heard you the first time, but Ged is also saving Earthsea and he’s about to confront the shadow, so this is Suzie signing off.”
“Wait, wait, wait! Okay,” Dustin said. “Okay. Okay.” Even from here, I could hear him say, “Shit.” What came next had me groaning the same word, my forehead meeting Steve’s shoulder. “Turn around, look at what you see. In her face, the mirror of your dreams.”
I picked my head, grimacing as Steve looked confused. He looked down at me as I joined in, “Make believe I’m everywhere, given in the light. Written on the pages is the answer to our never-ending story.” Insert vocal run here.
“Reach the stars, fly a fantasy. Dream a dream, and what you see will be. Rhymes that keep their secrets will unfold behind the clouds, and there upon a rainbow is the answer to our never-ending story.” Insert second vocal run. “Story!” Last vocal run.
“Plancks’ Constant is 6.62607004,” Suzie said.
“You just saved the world,” Dustin said, super proud of his girl.
“Gosh, I miss you, Dusty-bun.”
“I miss you more, Suzie-poo.”
“I miss you more, multiplied by all the stars in our galaxy.”
Grabbing the walkie from Steve, who had taken it from Robin, I pressed the button as soon as Dustin started talking again, saying into the mouth-piece, “Enough, Dustin!” Looking between Robin and Steve, plus Lucas and Will who had turned around to look at me, I breathed, “Shut up,” before looking back behind us, seeing the monster stopping.
“It’s turning around!” Steve said.
“What?” Nancy said.
“It’s turning around!” I exasperated.
“Maybe we wore it out,” Lucas said.
“I don’t think so,” Jonathan said. “Hold on.” He made the sharpest and quickest u-turn in the history of– oh, sweet shit, you get it!
I yelled out, feeling my body lurch forward towards Robin, who held her hands out to stop me. Once I was sitting right again, I turned my head to the front saying, “Never do that again, eldest Byers!”
~~~
We made it back to the mall in record time, quickly making our way to the second floor. Griswold Family apparently picked up some fireworks from a store they broke into the first time they cared for El’s leg.
Seeing El on the ground, scared, made me angry and concerned all in one. Grabbing a firework, I lit it before tossing it at the Mind Flayer, the firework exploding once it hit. I lit another one before Lucas and I both yelled out, “Flay this, you ugly piece of shit!” before launching our fireworks at it, Lucas’ landing in the Flayers mouth.
One by one, we all lit the fireworks, tossing them at the Mind Flayer, trying to either kill it or keep it distracted enough to not kill El.
“Hey, asshole!” Steve said. “Over here!” He tossed his firework at the monster, Robin tossing hers after, Billy going down with each hit.
With all the fireworks going off with our throws of them, you’d think we were having our own firework show in the middle of the mall.
“Shit, we’re almost out!” I yelled.
“Dustin,” Steve said into the walkie. “We’re outta time!”
“Hurry!” Dustin said. “Close it now! Close it!”
One last firework went off before I went to the railing, putting my hands on it, looking out Billy and El, the former leaning over her, still as can be before he turned his head towards the Mind Flayer, standing up before El started scooting back.
“What’s he doing?” I asked, to no one in particular. Just seeing him stand there, I wanted to make my way to El, and started to when two arms went around me. “Let me go, Steve. I need to get to El.”
“You’ll die if you,” he said. “She’ll be okay.”
Before I knew it, I was jumping in surprise in Steve’s arms, watching as Billy reached his hands out as the Flayer’s tongue, tentacle… thing reached out, Billy’s hands grabbing onto it as he said, “No!”
Color me surprised when I felt the protective side of him come out as he walked forward, yelling out to try and keep El from being attacked. Two tentacle-like arms came out of the Mind Flayer, digging themselves into Billy’s sides, him screaming out in pain.
It was very well known that I wasn’t the biggest fan of Billy after what he did to Lucas and Steve a few months ago, but I couldn’t help the tears that began to form at my waterline, knowing he was gonna die protecting Eleven.
Four more tentacles came out, grabbing onto him from all sides, hoisting him in the air as the teenager screamed out in pain. The creature brought Billy to his knees, who had black blood coming out of his mouth as he screamed at the creature roaring at him.
I screamed in horror as the creature’s mouth tentacle came rushing out, piercing itself into Billy’s sternum, Max screaming out his name.
The creature’s tentacles retreated, Billy dropping to the ground with blood coating his white tank top.
“Oh, my god,” I said, covering my mouth with my hand.
All of a sudden, the creature started writhing, tossing itself around. Steve pulled us back as it made its way towards us, crashing into the railing before landing on the floor, hopefully dead.
Making my way back to the part of the railing it didn’t destroy, I leaned over it, looking at the monster, feeling Steve and Robin all around me, fire all around the creature.
Watching Max lean over Billy’s body immediately had me looking around for Dustin, wanting to do nothing but hold him as tightly as I could.
“I’m sorry,” Billy choked out before letting out his final breath.
I moved from Steve and Robin, quickly making my way to Max, sliding onto my knees and wrapping her in a hug that I knew she needed in that moment. She grabbed onto me, sobbing into my shoulder at the loss of her big brother.
“I’m so sorry,” I cried. “I’m so sorry.” I sniffled. “It’s okay. It’s okay.” Feeling two hands on me, I looked to see El, our eyes locking before she rested her head on my shoulder.
Before we knew it, we were being brought to our feet by our military, the soldiers rushing us out of the mall before the fire could get any worse. There were soldiers, paramedics and firefighters everywhere when we got outside.
A paramedic went to grab at me first to check me over but I ushered Max forward first, letting them check her. A blanket was wrapped around my shoulders as I looked around to see if Dustin was gonna show up. When he didn’t pop up, fear took hold of me. “Where’s Dustin?”
“What?” a paramedic asked.
“My little brother,” I said, looking into her eyes. “Where is he?”
“Ma’am–”
“H-he’s got curly brown hair, like mine. He’s wearing a-a Roast Beef t-shirt–”
“Babe,” I heard Steve’s voice. I looked at him as he made his way towards me, a blanket around his own shoulders.
“Oh, thank god,” I breathed, hopping down from the ambulance to rush to him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Thank fuck you’re okay!” I pulled back to look at him, crashing my lips to his not a second later. Pulling my lips away from his, I said, “I love you. Holy shit, do I love you! I’m so in love with you, it’s ridiculous!”
He smiled before it faltered a bit, his face slightly scrunching up at the pain in his lip. “You heard that?”
“Every single word.”
We smiled at each other before he kissed me again, our lips moving in sync for a moment before he pulled away, grimacing. I touched the bottom of the cut, saying my apologies before he shook his head, saying we should go check on our friends.
Dustin showed up a few minutes later, Erica right on his heels. I ran over to them, wrapping my brother in the biggest hug I think I’ve ever given him since his birth. A couple minutes later, I pulled away, keeping my hands on his shoulders. “From now on, we’re never separating again, do you hear me?”
He nodded in agreement, pulling me back into a hug. I let all the tears slide down my cheeks, happy that I had my brother, but sad for Max, as she lost hers.
~~~
Three Months Later
I sat in the front seat of Steve’s BMW, he in the driver's seat, Robin in the backseat. “Okay, so what are we doing?” I asked.
“Steve and I are going to see about getting a job at–” Robin said, handing me the classifieds. “Family Video.”
“The movie rental store?” I asked. “You two should get the job! I mean, Steve and I spend a shit ton of time there weekly.”
Steve had asked me to basically move in with him since his parents weren’t home a lot of the time. I had asked my mom and she practically cried as she said yes, saying how much she’d miss me. I had told her that Steve and I worked out a plan that when his parents come back, I’d be back home until they left.
So, Steve and I had movie nights pretty much every single night, although I fell asleep during every single movie we rented.
When we pulled up and Steve put the car in park, the three of us got out as Robin asked, “You put your mom down as a reference?”
“Yeah, why not?” Steve said, standing at the front of the car, hand held out for me to take. “She’s, like, super-well respected.” He opened the door, lifting his arm for me to walk under, Robin walking in behind me saying, “You’re such a dingus.”
Seeing Keith behind the counter eating Cheeto Puffs, I turned to Robin and said, “One of you might get a job.”
Keith, Robin and Steve chatted for a minute before Robin corrected Keith’s words of them getting fired. “Uh, just to be clear, we weren’t fired, ya’know. The mall burned down and, like, killed a bunch of people.”
Keith dropped their resumes, deadpanning, “Thanks for sharing. Didn’t know.”
I scoffed, “Please.
He snapped his fingers, pointing at Robin, asking, “Three favorite movies, go.”
“Uh,” she said. “The Apartment, Hidden Fortress… Children of Paradise.”
“Liv, go,” Keith said.
Confused, I said, “Uh… Sixteen Candles, Weird Science, The Breakfast Club.”
He scoffed. “Typical. John Hughes.” Snapping and pointing at Steve, he said, “You, go.”
“Favorite movies?” Steve asked.
“Did I stutter?”
I facepalmed as Steve replied, “Uh… Animal House, for sure. Uh…”
Keith snapped at him again, using two fingers to point to his eyes as he said, “Eyes on me, Harrington.”
“Yeah, uh… Star Wars.”
Pressing my forehead against Robin’s shoulder, I muttered, “Oh my god.”
“A New Hope?”
“A New what-now?”
“Which Star Wars?”
“The one with the teddy bears,” Steve said. “Duh.”
“They’re called Ewoks,” I whispered. Steve then proceeded to make noises like an Ewok.
“No? Uh… oh, the one that just came out. The movie that just came out. Babe, we saw it, remember? The one with the DeLorean and Alex P. Keaton, and he’s trying to bang his mom.” Steve chuckled as I closed my eyes and sighed. “The time… yeah, those are my top three. Classics.”
Point between Robin and I, Keith said, “You two start Monday.”
“Wait, what?” I said. “I didn’t even apply! I’m just here for moral support.”
“Monday,” Keith enunciated. Look at Steve, he said, “You start never.”
Steve looked at me, annoyance in his eyes. I rested my forehead on his shoulder, upset for him. He’d been at this all day.
Feeling a hand on my back, I turned head to face Robin as she said, “Steve, will you, uhm… give Liv and I a moment with Keith? Will you just give us a minute?”
“Why?” Steve asked.
She whispered his name as I picked my head up, looking up at him as he turned his eyes to our best friend before downcasting them to me. I leaned up just as he was leaning down, his bottom lip captured between my own.
We pulled apart just as he was reaching for his resume, sliding it along the counter as he started backing away.
“Alright, Keith, you gotta understand,” I said.
“His taste is a bit pedestrian,” Robin said. “But the dingus has other qualities.”
“He’s a douchebag of the highest order, girls,” Keith said.
“Eh, not anymore,” I defended. “I mean, to be fair, he was a bit of a prick to everyone in high school, myself included, but he’s–”
“A total chick magnet,” Robin interrupted.
I cleared my throat, looking at her with raised brows.
“Yeah, okay, and this is relevant to me, how?” Keith asked. “Besides, he’s with Henderson here.”
“Earth to Keith,” Robin enunciated. “The ladies will come in just to see him. They’ll come in in droves.”
“Quit prostituting my boyfriend,” I said.
Ignoring me, Robin continued, “We sold so much ice cream, they had to get a second shipment from Michigan. Goddamn Michigan, Keith. And these ladies–” She inhaled sharply. Yes, I know about her being gay. “These ladies are hot. They’re so very hot.”
“Okay, calm down.”
“And there are too many of them for little Steve. He needs assistance. He needs your assistance, Keith.”
Munching on a Cheeto Puff, Keith asked, “What’s in it for you? What’s in it for Olivia since she’s dating the douchebag?”
I quickly turned my head to look at the commotion behind me, watching Steve pick up a cardboard cutout of Phoebe Cates from Fast Times at Ridgemont High.
“Goddammit,” Steve said. “This is–” He tried putting the stand back in place, his resume between his lips.
“We’re just friends,” Robin said.
Turning back to her, I said, “I’m not prostituting my boyfriend. Again.”
“Oh,” Steve said, causing me to look back at him again. “Fast Times. Fast Times. Ever heard of it? Top three for me, Keith.”
Robin and I laughed at him before I went over to him, wrapping my arms around his neck after taking the paper from his mouth. Pressing a kiss to his lips, I brought a hand to his cheek, feeling his hands grip my waist.
Pulling away, I whispered, “I love you. And I think Robin just got you a job.”
“Really?” he whispered back.
“Yeah,” I smiled. “But I have to prostitute you out for sales again. Oh! I need you to take me to the Byers. They’re packing up and I want to be there to send them off.”
~~~
I got to the Byers’ house as soon as Nancy and Jonathan were bringing a mattress out to put in the U-Haul truck that was backed up to their front door. After I greeted them, I went inside, Max’s face lighting up as she saw me.
“Liv!” she said, standing up to give me a hug. Ever since the 4th of July, she’s been by my side, almost like a shadow that I welcomed. Her mom and stepdad weren’t doing so well, so I told her that I’d be there for her. She’s turned into the little sister I’ve always wanted. I’m grateful for Dustin, do not get me wrong. He’s my little buddy, and I love him.
Max guided me to a box that Dustin was sitting at, asking me to help him pack it and tape it up. I wasn’t there for five minutes before her and Lucas started singing, “Turn around, look at what you see.”
I laughed and joined in, “In her face, the mirror of your dreams.” As I looked at Dustin’s profile, the three of us continued, “Rhymes that keep their secrets will unfold behind the clouds.”
“Wait, did we get that verse right?” Max asked.
“It is ‘unfold behind the clouds,’ right?” I asked.
Turning his head to lock our eyes, he said, “Yeah, you should know it. But all three of you are butchering it, so could you please stop?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” I said. “I think we sound pretty good.”
“Yeah, join in, Dusty-bun,” Lucas said, dreamy like before blowing a couple kisses at him.
I laughed, “Yeah, Dusty-bun, join us!” as I put my arm around his shoulder.
Looking at me, Dustin said, “You’re so funny, you should be on Carson.”
“Can we hear it again?” I asked, smiling.
“No.”
“Please?”
“No, Liv. It’s reserved for Suzie’s ears and Suzie’s ears alone.”
I looked at Lucas and Max, still smiling as they shifted their eyes to mine, all three of us starting to sing again. “Turn around, looking at what you see!” Looking at Dustin, I started laughing while continuing my singing as he flipped all three of us his middle finger. Resting my head on his shoulder while looking at Lucas and Max, I laughed harder than I have in the last three months.
Of course, Steve and I have shared laughs like this in the last three months, but I haven’t shared a good laugh with my kiddos.
Yes. I consider the party my kids, as well as Dustin. I used to call him my baby when we were little.
Will packed up some things in the donation box they had set up as Jonathan and Nancy came back in the house, I’m assuming going to his room. Joyce came out with a box in her arms, her face lighting up when our eyes met.
I smiled at her, standing up and giving her a hug once she set the box down, giving me her thanks for coming to help, even though the majority of everything was already done. “I’m just here for moral support,” I told her.
She picked her box back up and went outside to put in the moving truck. I grabbed a box that the kids had packed and taped, bringing it out to the truck and setting in an open space. Tears streamed down my face as I hugged the Byers family, El included.
“You’ll call me, right?” I asked her, sniffling.
She nodded her head. “Yes.”
“I want to hear every single detail of everything you experience, okay?”
She chuckled. “Okay.”
“Okay,” I whispered. I gave her another big hug, whispering, “I love you, El.”
“I love you, too, Liv.”
Giving Joyce one last hug, she said to me, “You be good… and careful.”
I nodded, the tears flowing once again. “I will.”
Pulling out of the hug, she said, “You take care of yourself. And be safe.” She gave me knowing eyes that I chuckled at, wiping a tear away.
“We’re not there yet, but once we are, we will be.”
She nodded her head, giving me one last hug before moving to the driver’s seat of the moving truck, Jonathan and Will getting into his truck. Joyce’s car was being towed on the back of the moving truck.
The Wheeler’s, Lucas, Max, Dustin and myself stood in their driveway, watching as they drove off for the very last time. The kids got on their bikes while Nancy and I got into her mom’s car, offering me a ride to Steve’s house.
Over the last few months, Nancy and I have been on okay terms. She told me that she didn’t care that I was with Steve, she was just upset that he and I got together as quickly as we did after they broke up.
I told her the same thing, just with Jonathan, who was like a brother to me. I told her that I didn’t want to see him get hurt, but I could tell she loved Jonathan a hell of a lot more than she ever did with Steve.
When we made it to Steve's, I thanked her and got out of the car, making my way to the front door, where I let myself in with the key that he had made for me. I smiled as I took my shoes off, setting my keys down on the table by the front door. The smell of popcorn filling the air.
Steve and I walked into the living room around the same time, a handful of popcorn up at his mouth as he stared at me. “You’re home early,” he said around that handful.
“They pretty much had everything packed and loaded on the truck when I got there,” I said, walking towards him, taking my own handful of popcorn, dropping a couple of pieces into my mouth at a time.
He nodded his head, pointing to the couch with the popcorn bowl. “I was about to watch a movie.”
“Ooooh, which one?” I asked, turning on my toes to walk to the couch, plopping down on it.
“Police Academy.”
Nodding my head with an impressed look, I said, “Nice. Can I join?”
He chuckled. “Of course.” He sat down next to me, the bowl of popcorn on his lap, no sound coming from either one of us.
As the movie played, Steve and I cuddled, the popcorn long gone, and before I knew it, the movie was long forgotten about, my back to the cushions, our lips in hungry kisses.
***
Steve was slotted between my legs as he pulled my shirt up to just below my breasts, his hand resting on my ribs, lightly.
“Take it off,” I breathed. I knew he knew what I was referring to, but the look in his eyes had me say the material I meant. “My shirt. Take it off.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
We’ve only ever made out, clothes staying on the entire time. I knew I wanted to go there with Steve, give him all of me, and I knew he wanted to give me all of him as well, but we never got there. No time ever felt like the right time.
Sure, I’ve had sex with two other guys in high school, but they never made me feel that good. The rumor mill in school said that Steve was the best and he cared for his partners, wanting to make them feel just as good as he did.
So, as I looked him in the eyes, running my hands through the sides of his head, I nodded my head. “Yes.”
“It could lead to… other things.”
“I know,” I said, softly. “I want it. I want you… again.”
Without a moment's hesitation, he leaned down, saying, “I want you again, too,” before connecting our lips in a kiss that I felt every emotion, all the love and care in. Pulling me up gently, he grabbed the sides of my shirt, lifting it over my head. He stood off the couch, taking my hands in his, lifting me to my feet. He placed his hands on my hips, telling me to jump, which I did, my legs wrapping around his hips.
As he walked towards the stairs, he checked to make sure the front door was locked. It was because I had locked it before taking off my shoes just an hour before. Taking careful steps, he walked us up the stairs, over the landing and to his room, my face buried in his neck the whole time.
I felt my back on the mattress, Steve still hovering over me. “Our first time as a couple shouldn’t be some couch fuck,” he said. “It should be special… like you.” I smiled, threading my fingers through his hair as he leaned down once more to kiss my lips, both of us breathing in deep.
It’s funny how connected you can feel to someone just by kissing them, or being around them. I’ve always felt connected with Steve, ever since we were kids. Before my dad left, he would bring me over to Steve’s, him and I swimming in his pool while his parents and my dad talked inside. When my dad walked out of his and Mom’s bedroom with his suitcase was the last time I saw him before I snuck out, Steve letting me stay over that night.
I felt Steve pull back, our eyes locking, as he asked, “What’s wrong?”
Shaking my head, I said, “Nothing. I just… love you. So much.”
He smiled, cupping my cheek with his hand. “I love you, too.” He kissed me again, the hand cupping my cheek making its way down my neck and the middle of my breasts before moving more south towards the button of my jeans. I watched him pop it open with one hand, a smile on my face as he did so.
“Look at you, Mr. I-Can-Do-Shit-With-One-Hand,” I mused.
He chuckled, looking down at my stomach. “That’s not all I could do with one hand.”
Flood gates opened at my entrance, my panties becoming wet with my arousal. “Fuck me,” I whispered. “Damn, Harrington. You have a way with words.”
“You bet, babe,” he smiled, kissing me again.
I swear, if a Demogorgon came and killed me, I would want to die right here in Steve’s arms with his lips on mine.
He moved his lips from mine to my cheek, down to my neck where he left a lovely bruise that I would have to cover tomorrow when I go to do my errands, before moving to the valley of my breasts.
They aren’t big, a low B cup, but they’re just big enough to fit into Steve’s hands after he removed my bra from my chest, tossing the material to the side of the bed, a small thud sounding on the floor as he did. I watched as he admired my breasts, looking me in the eyes after a moment.
“So perfect,” he whispered, before taking his lips to my left nipple, a gasp sounding from me.
“Oh… my god,” I breathed, carding my left hand through the back of his hair as he lapped and sucked and licked and kissed my nipple and breast. He moved the other, showing the same amount of attention as he did my left.
No eye contact was made as I watched him kiss his way down my stomach to the tops of my jeans. He sat up and looked at me before wrapping his fingers around the material hugging my hips, pulling them down slowly before dropping them to the pile that’s being started on the side of the bed.
I could tell he was straining behind his own pair of jeans, so I sat up and cupped him lightly, hearing him let out a sharp breath. “Don’t worry,” I mused. “I’ll get to him next.”
“Fuuuuuuuuuck,” he breathed as I popped the button on his jeans, bringing down his zipper to help give him more room. He laid me back down, hand resting on my stomach. “Next time, you can take care of me. This time, our first, I want to take care of you.”
All I could was smile at his words as he looked down at the center of my panties. His eyes widening for just a moment before he looked at me.
“Goddamn, babe,” he said. “All that for me?” He lightly ran a finger over my clothed core, a hiss sounding from me at the anticipation I was having.
“Yes,” I nodded. “All for you, Stevie.” There’s only a few people in the world that could call him Stevie. His mother, Robin and myself. His mother because… that’s his mother. Robin because he decided to deal with it, and me because I called him that once when we were in middle school and he said I could call him Stevie anytime.
He pulled my panties to the side, dragging his finger through my folds from my entrance to my clit, where he drew light and small circles, my back arching a little as I moaned. “That all you got for me?” he asked, drawing faster circles.
“Do other things and I’ll give you more,” I panted.
“Oh?” he asked, arching a brow. “And what else can I give you?”
“Your mouth.”
Putting my panties back in place, he said, “What do you want, Liv? What do you want me to do?”
“Eat me,” I said, hooking my thumbs into the sides of my panties, taking them off and spreading my legs. “Eat me like I’m your last meal.”
He laid on his stomach, wrapping his arms around my thighs, kissing each one carefully while making his way up, his face eventually meeting my core. Looking at me, he asked, “Are you sure?”
I nodded my head almost too eagerly. “Yes. I’m sure.”
Without missing a beat, he licked a long stripe from my entrance to my clit, just like he did with his finger. Letting out a long moan, my head went further into the pillow, my right hand grasping at the sheets while my left went for his hair.
I had also heard in that rumor mill that Steve liked his hair pulled roughly, which I didn’t believe. He would always come to school with a headache or stay home with a headache that I would ask him about the next day.
Steve wrapped his lips around my clit, sucking lightly. There were also rumors about me in the sex department at school, saying that I liked it super rough, but I didn’t. I liked a little bit of roughness when done correctly, not the kind that would have me sore all over the next day, and not the good kind of sore either.
I didn’t believe any sex rumors about Steve, and I don’t think he believed any about me, which is a really good thing. I looked down at Steve as he worked magic on my core, his tongue diving into me as his nose brushed my bud that was growing sensitive. “Steve,” I moaned out.
He put one finger in me to start, looking at me. “Yeah, baby?”
“Need you.”
Chuckling, he placed a kiss on my bud before licking it again, adding another finger to my entrance. Moaning again, I lightly pulled his hair, hearing and feeling a satisfied groan from him.
Just as my orgasm was climbing to its peak, he pulled his fingers from me, climbing up my body. “What… the… fuck… did you just do? I was gonna cum in the next five seconds!”
He chucked, kissing me to stop my unnecessary whining. “You’ll cum, don’t worry,” he said, reaching into his nightstand. He stood from the bed, shedding his jeans and boxers as I sat up quickly, getting to my knees in front of him.
“You’re getting a blow job whether you like it or not,” I said, kissing the head of his penis while wrapping my hand around his shaft. I don’t really like giving guys head because of my experience with other guys being extremely rough. But with Steve, I want to. His cock is like a drug at this very moment for me as I take the head and put him into my mouth, hearing him moan above me.
I slowly take more of him in, going as far as I can to not set my gag reflexes off. Starting my bobbing rhythm, I jerk off what’s not in my mouth. When I look up through my lashes, I see his head is tilted back. Moaning around him, I close my eyes for a moment before feeling him tap my cheek.
Pulling back, I let go of him with a small pop before kissing his shaft and standing up. Steve places his lips on mine as I hear the tearing of a foil packet, Joyce’s words sounding in my head. “Be safe.”
I can’t help but smile through the kiss, breaking apart momentarily to look down, watching as Steve rolls the rubber onto his glistening shaft.
“What’s with the smile?” he asked. “Not that I’m happy to see it.”
Shaking my head, I said, “Nothing. Just something that Joyce said earlier. No biggie.”
“What’d she say?”
“She said to be safe.” I grabbed his hand in mine, crawling backwards on the bed until my head met the pillow again, Steve hovering over me before he pulled back up again, pulling the sheets back.
“Personal preference?” I asked.
He shook his head, bringing the covers over us after I laid back down. “No. Just wanna feel closer to you, that’s all.”
I smiled at that, threading my fingers through his hair once last time before letting out a moan as he carefully and slowly slid his cock inside me. “Fuck, Steve.”
“Damn, you feel good,” he groaned.
We stayed like that for a moment, Steve letting me adjust to his size again. He’s the biggest I’ve ever had. I could cum just from this alone, his head already reaching that spot inside me that my own fingers can’t reach.
“I’m gonna move now,” he said, kissing my cheek.
All I could do was nod my head, basking in this moment. He started moving his hips back and forth at a slow, but good pace, letting me continue getting used to him. When that no longer did anything, I bucked my hips, letting him know he could go a little faster.
Resting his forearms beside my head, he looked me in my eyes and I knew he was going to say what he told the other girls, but what came out of his mouth shocked me. “You’re out of this world beautiful.” Well, I wasn’t expecting that.
Cupping his cheek, I whispered, “And you’re out of this world handsome.”
He kissed me stupid after that, both of us cumming at the same time.
After he disposed of the condom and carefully helped to clean and dress me, we laid in his bed, his arm around me as I cuddled into his side. He ran his fingers up and down my arm as I closed my eyes, content in this moment with him.
***
“I love you,” I whispered, tears coming to my eyes.
“I love you, too,” he whispered back.
“No, like…” I sniffled, sitting up. “I love you. Like, I wanna marry you one day, have your babies, grow old with you kind of love.”
He cupped my cheek for what felt like the millionth time tonight, wiping away a tear that had fallen from my waterline. “Is that why you’re crying?”
I nodded, leaning into his touch.
Smiling, he said, “Well, it’s the same for me, baby. Always has been.”
“Aside from–”
“Even with Nance. I think I loved her because I felt like I couldn’t have you.”
Another tear fell, and another wipe with his thumb. I leaned down, capturing his bottom lip between mine before laying back down, my head on his shoulder. I sighed, closing my eyes, ready for sleep.
“I love you, Stevie.”
“I love you, Livvie.”
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Hi all! This might be a long shot, but it doesn't hurt to try, right? 😎
I am looking for a couple of specific canon x oc pairings, and in return, I am willing to double, writing someone you would like for a pairing, canon, or oc. In the following pairings, I am looking to play a female oc with my partner writing the canon muse.
Any David Harbour character (Jim Hopper, Alexei Shostakov, Santa, Hellboy, etc) x female OC
Gabriel x female OC (Good Omens. Season 2 excitement has me in its grip)
Laszlo Cravensworth x female oc (What We Do in the Shadows)
Beau "Cyclone" Simpson x female OC (Top Gun)
I can confidentally play the following canons characters in return for you against either another canon or your OC.
Jonathan Byers (Stranger Things)
Matt Murdock, Peter Parker, Steve Rogers (Marvel)
Aziraphale, Crowley (Good Omens)
Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw (Top Gun)
Carl Grimes (The Walking Dead)
Connor (Detroit Become Human)
There are several other fandoms I belong to as well. We can chat and figure it out. If you prefer to have just OCs on your end, I am fine with that as well.
Asking for 25+ (32 F here),preferably. But will accept 21+. Writing will take place on Discord with a preference for use of Tupperbox but not a necessity. Primarily looking to aim for shorter 2-3 paragraph reply lengths. Spicy 🌶 can be included but not fully necessary.
I do occasionally have to take time away for health (a few days typically at the most), and I do my best to warn when this comes up.
Please like if you are interested and I'll reach out.
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#oc rp#rp#roleplay#good omens rp#What We Do in the Shadows rp#top gun rp#the walking dead rp#detroit become human rp#stranger things rp#marvel rp#David Harbour rp
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𝗗𝗲𝗳𝗶𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 ➪ 𝘀. 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗼𝗻
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by wintersxani
In which the eldest daughter of Joyce and Lonnie Byers is torn between her ex-boyfriend, Steve Harrington, the king of Hawkins High, and the new Californian Male, Billy Hargrove. After heartbreak, loss of friends, and her youngest brother's disappearance, Allison Byers discovers the existence of another world living alongside Hawkins, and must fight for not only her life, but her friends and family's.
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Disclaimer:
This is a love triangle focused book, ultimately ending in Steve Harrington x oc!! I don't own Stranger Things or its characters, only Allison Byers storyline and added character development for other characters.
Words: 11388, Chapters: 6/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Categories: F/M
Characters: Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove, Heather Holloway, Nancy Wheeler, Barbara "Barb" Holland, Joyce Byers, Jonathan Byers, Will Byers, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Lonnie Byers, Murray Bauman, Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, Erica Sinclair, Mike Wheeler, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Chrissy (Stranger Things), Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Neil Hargrove, Tommy Hagan, Carol Perkins, Tina (Stranger Things), Vickie (Stranger Things), Karen Wheeler, Ted Wheeler (Stranger Things), Bob Newby
Relationships: Steve Harrington/Original Female Character(s), Steve Harrington & Original Female Character(s), Billy Hargrove/Original Female Character(s), Billy Hargrove & Original Female Character(s), Jonathan Byers/Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler, Eleven | Jane Hopper/Mike Wheeler, Joyce Byers/Jim "Chief" Hopper, Joyce Byers x oc!daughter - Relationship, Jonathan Byers x oc!sister - Relationship, Will Byers x oc!sister - Relationship
Additional Tags: Jealousy, Jealous Steve Harrington, Grief/Mourning, Abuse, Physical Abuse, Past Abuse, Past Relationship(s), Developing Relationship, Secret Relationship, Character Death, Minor Character Death, Canonical Character Death, Death, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Past Character Death, Near Death Experiences, Depression, Love Triangles, Love Confessions, Falling In Love, Declarations Of Love, Protective Steve Harrington, Past Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler, Soft Billy Hargrove, Protective Billy Hargrove, POV Original Female Character, Abusive Neil Hargrove, Abusive Lonnie Byers, Trauma, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Hawkins (Stranger Things), Hawkins High School (Stranger Things), Second Chances, Flayed Billy Hargrove
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Various Fandoms
21+ / F. I’m looking to get some more fandom roleplays going. I have a lot of ships so I’m just going to list the characters I enjoy writing the most in each of them. All pairings are fine with me–MxM, FxF, MxF, etc. I only do Canon x Canon and prefer to stick to canon/canon divergent stuff. AUs aren’t really my thing. I aim for at least one paragraph. Oftentimes I write more. I work full-time during the week and have no set end time at work so I won’t be able to reply everyday. I enjoy NSFW themes so my partners should be 18+.
Supernatural:
Arthur Ketch
Azazel
Balthazar
Bela Talbot
Benny Lafitte
Charlie Bradbury
Chuck Shurley
Crowley
Dean Winchester
Garth Fitzgerald IV
Lucifer
Mick Davies
Ruby
Game of Thrones:
Alliser Thorne
Daenerys Targaryen
Davos Seaworth
Jaime Lannister
Jorah Mormont
Margaery Tyrell
Petyr Baelish
Renly Baratheon
Roose Bolton
Sansa Stark
Stannis Baratheon
Thoros
Tywin Lannister
The Walking Dead:
Beth Greene
Gabriel Stokes
Gareth
Lori Grimes
Merle Dixon
Paul Rovia
Philip Blake
Shane Walsh
Simon
Doctor Who/Torchwood:
The Second Doctor
The Fifth Doctor
The Sixth Doctor
The Ninth Doctor
The Eleventh Doctor
Delgado!Master
Simm!Master
Dhawan!Master
Ianto Jones
Jack Harkness
Stranger Things:
Billy Hargrove
Jim Hopper
Murray Bauman
Nancy Wheeler
Steve Harrington
Other Fandoms:
BBC Sherlock - Jim Moriarty & Mycroft Holmes
Musicals - Enjolras, Grantaire, & Erik (a.k.a. The Phantom)
Horror Genre - Ash Williams, Mark Hoffman, Randall Flag, Anything set in the Predator universe [<— willing to and most comfortable with doing things with OCs there]
GTA V - Steve Haines & Trevor Philips
My discord is Lindsay#7046. Feel free to add me there, if you’re interested in working something out!
#twenty-one and over#supernatural#supernatural roleplay#supernatural rp#got#got roleplay#got rp#twd#twd roleplay#twd rp#doctor who#doctor who roleplay#doctor who rp#torchwood#torchwood roleplay#torchwood rp#stranger things#stranger things roleplay#stranger things rp#submission
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Without The Lights~ Billy Hargrove x OC Camille Harper
Chapter 7: Every Breath You Take
A/N: The Snow Ball was so much fun to write. :) Camille hands Billy his ass this chapter after he fucked up at the Byers’ House. I stan a queen. Also rereading Hopper’s first impression of Billy is basically “who the f* is this ugly dumbass?” and it still kills me
The party came back together again in the shambles of Joyce’s yard. Thankful words and hugs were shared between them. They took soft beats to relax again. To appreciate the gifts of life and friendship.
“Uh, who the hell is this drooling kid in the Camaro?” Hopper broke the moment when he peered into the car to see Billy with his mouth open, still passed out in back. "Was he even here before? Am I losing track of you guys already?"
“That’s the new Keg King, Chief.” Steve began, touching his cut lip. “All hail.”
“My stupid brother.” Max shrugged, gesturing to Camille. “Her stupid boyfriend.”
“Not even close.” Camille decided, draping Billy’s jacket over his torso as if to tuck him in there. “He attacked us looking for Max. We kind of had to…maybe drug him. Just a little. He’ll be fine. Don't even worry.”
“You, what?” Jim spun on his heel so Camille touched his arm.
“Just a little bit. He is... He was a friend and he...lost it. Also, he knows…some stuff. About me.” She clasped her hands to shrug with innocence. "He won't say anything, I'll make sure."
“Another squirrely kid I get to keep quiet.” Jim grumbled, shutting the door to leave Billy there snoring. “Hawkins lab is finished. In this town, at least.”
“Jonathan and I made sure of that.” Nancy came forward. Joyce and Jonathan were holding Will between them, wrapped up in blankets on the steps. His friends crowded.
“And my mother?” Camille lifted her eyes.
“We can get you out of there.” Jim nodded but, instead she frowned. He realized it then. Camille noted he seemed truly disappointed. “You’re going back.”
“I have to go back. I have to finish this part. My father is dead. Hawkins lab will be gone. Mostly. Gate’s closed. I’m not leaving that house until I have everything I need. I don’t think it’s safe still. Just as you said, I can’t make waves. I have to pretend. Have to go along with whatever half-baked story we have now.” She was stern. “It’s going to crush her. My mom. Fake mom. There are people out there who could come after us still. I have to play house. If I'm unaware, they might think they're safe. Experiment can continue. Just a bit longer.” Camille held herself and Hopper dropped his hand when she went around him. “I’d like to know you better, El.” The little girl reached to take her wrist, nodding. They went up the steps into the house together to begin sharing.
** ** **
“Still asleep back there?” Camille drove Billy’s car up to a cliff overlooking Hawkins. The sun would rise soon. A brand new day. A brave new world. Max turned and nodded. Steve drove his own car behind them.
“He’s out but…moving.” Max looked up, buckled in next to her. “Sorry.”
“Not your fault.” Camille stopped the car and turned to get into the back. "Billy." She shook him, rousing him further. Billy hitched a moan, eyes glazed when they opened. His head and neck both ached something awful. Camille was in his blurry line of sight. Soft again. Face cleaned. She took the time to wipe drool and blood from his chin with an old t-shirt on the seat.
"C-Cam...ille." His tongue slurred, trying to function.
“Hey, you.” She'd eased. Steve’s car came up along side them to park. Billy saw her clearly and gave a jerk, lifting his now bound hands.
"The fuck?" He'd mouthed.
"Don't worry about those, sit still for a sec so we can talk. You attacked us. Do you remember everything? Don't lie.” His bright eyes darted across her face. “Nod.”
“Yes.” The tone scratched. Eyes huge. He tried to take in the surroundings all at once, licking his lips to wet them. “Untie me.”
“I have something to say to you first. Few things I just need you to hear.” Camille brought her legs up to the seat, arm propped by his head. Delicate fingers tucked a loose curl from his temple. “You look nice. Devil's pride nice. The cologne is to die for. You know, I had a whole outfit planned. I think you would have liked it too." She sounded wistful. "First, you’re not going to talk about anything you saw. There are people out there who will kill us. They'll come for you too if you make a mess. Nod.”
“Camille.” Billy squirmed in the seat belt.
“Nod.” She ordered again so he did. Max watched from the front seat.
“Second. You’re…You are not a good person, Billy.” She saw him glance away, groaning before he tried to sit up. Her finger tipped his chin so he was looking at her eyes again. “Maybe I’m not either some days. What you’ve done is…disgusting. You disgust me. What you did tonight. Attacking Steve and…Lucas. A child. Don’t think I also didn’t notice how you targeted a young boy with dark skin. You probably didn’t realize that at all too but we did. Interesting how parents rub off on us without us realizing it until we're spitting their venom.”
“It’s not like that. They-”
“Not like that? I'm sure. Do you think it matters? Intentions? We notice shit. And now you know because your greedy Jew whore told you. As if I haven’t gotten that ever. Do you really want to look back and remember how your father’s words sounded coming out of you’re mouth? How they tasted? I know you, Billy. Well enough. He is awful to you and I know you’re in so much pain. But, to use that to cause pain to others. That ugly shit doesn't fly. Life is a god damn pain and there are people out there hellbent on making it worse. I'm not sure why you're fine being one of them.”
“Please-” His eyes crushed shut, teeth clenched.
“But, I know there is a little girl in that house that needs protection too and you could give her what your father never gave you. Do you realize that? That’s a chance you wasted.” Camille gestured to Max. “You both could spit Neil’s terrible words back in his face by being better. You think Max would let you do that alone if you tried just once to love her? Tried to be a brother. Didn't bother to try. You’re gorgeous but now…I see you. I see you for what you are.” Billy let tears fall. Just a few. Exhausted. Teetering. Torn to shreds. Utterly wounded. Camille was gentle when she wiped them. Harsh and truthful. Unworried. Explicitly tender to break through Neil's rough conditioning.
“I-”
“You know, I watched my father die tonight and…what’s terrifying is that I’m most upset about all the things I never got to say. The answers he took with him. The fact that there had to be something flickering in him that loved me back and it wasn’t enough. This father who chased my monsters away turned out to be one himself. He hoarded me from them to keep me all for him. I was a beloved family hamster in a wheel and I'm fucking done with it all. But, the loss of my father. I know that I’ll live. The fact that I let him die…I think I’ll forgive myself for that too. Little by little.” Camille's eyes welled and he just watched her expression. Impossibly still.
“Billy…” Max sighed then. “I know you miss your mom. And California. And everything. You think I don’t miss it too? You think I want to see my mom cower from him? She can’t replace your mom but she can care about you. I just… I miss it all. I hate it. I hate it but, I don’t hate you. You're an asshole but, I don't hate you. I’m angry too, you know. I can’t…fix any of it.” Billy’s eyes slid to her carefully then panned to focus on Camille.
“I know what I said. You are not a good person, Billy Hargrove. You are a bully. You’re lost. You’re abusive and too damn young and above all that shit, you are better than that. You're a fucking asshole but, I'm telling you right now that you can be better. Maybe Neil neglected that fact. But, is being him and completing the cycle the future you want? I think you just needed to hear it. From a friend. You want to waste that, it's no one's fault but your own. But, right now, the only thing I can give you is pity. Nothing else. It’s on you. Awful or not, you can still do good things. Maybe they won’t forgive you in a million years but you can still do good things despite it. Scariest thing about humans, I think. A choice like that in a world so fucking messed up. I just want to be brave and be happy again. With some help from my friends, I think I can do that. But, you know, we’re just kids still…we have a lot of time to grow and I don’t want to waste it anymore. I truly wish that you don’t either one day. People are liars and bullies…and some grow out of it. Maybe you’ll try. It’s on your shoulders and…I hated myself once and I was a damn bitch and a coward but…I think I’m going to keep trying to be more that that. I hope it works out for both of us. Goodbye, Billy. See you around school.”
“Let’s go.” Max opened the door when Camille cut Billy’s ropes and dropped his keys in his hand.
"That's all I had to say." Camille shrugged and slid to leave.
“I can’t…” Billy lowered his head, near silent. “I can’t go home without Max.”
“Steve and I will take her home. She already called to check in. Covered for you too. Because she’s a good sister. You can follow us. I just don’t think she’s safe to be with you right now. Change our mind.” Camille watched his face, those trembling lips, before she got out to get into Steve’s car. They drove back in silence. Camille opened the door to hug Max tight when Billy emerged to park. She turned to go but he stopped her quietly.
“Camille.” He tried not to beg. Voice grounded and low. “Let me show you something before you leave.” She debated it and nodded to Steve, turning. Max raced up the steps to go in first, hurrying to see her parents in their room. Camille clasped her hands and Billy walked her down the hall in silence. Didn't try to touch her or invade her space.
“This was for you. Had to ask the guy which one it was. Stupid thing is dying already.” A pink peony. Beginning to wilt. Two fingers offered it so she took it from him, nodding.
"They do that when they're cut from their home." She began, eyes trained on his when she touched the soft petals to her nose and lips to inhale. "Little attention and care though, they can make it farther. You stop dragging your feet and put in the work."
“One more thing. I lied to you.”
“About?” She watched him lift his mattress and pull an old, tattered photo out. Tentative, he entered her space to show her. A woman in a long sundress grinning with a young boy next to her. He had a toothy smile and surfboard in hand. The beach behind them was full and gorgeous. His mother. “She’s very beautiful. You have her eyes.” Camille lifted her gaze and he nodded, voice hushed and honest. “You look happy.”
“I was.” He took it back when she extended it out, thumb tracing the corner. Something to show them both it was obtainable. She hesitated and offered the truth with a great belief that resonated.
“It’s possible, I think, to get there again.” Camille touched his face and Billy let his eyes close. That too soft grain of compassion heated his skin.
“I won’t say anything.” He whispered, sighing as she slipped away from him. Too far away.
“Take care of Max. Take care of each other. Own your shit... And tell my friend that I miss him.” Camille paused again when he pulled his saint pendant off to offer it. “I can’t. It’s your mother’s necklace.”
“Just watch it for your friend... Until he gets back,” Billy slipped it over her head, shifting hair aside. There it was reciprocated in one tiny flicker. Hope. She stared at him so he spoke. “Goodbye, Camille.”
“Good luck, Billy.” Camille left the house and got into Steve’s car.
“You okay?” He touched her shoulder while she looked outside at the brightening sky.
“Yes.” Camille exhaled. Not red. Not at all. “Let’s go.”
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“I can’t let you do this.” Jim Hopper shook his head.
“She was my mother once.” Camille replied. His Blazer pulled up to her house, flocked by police cars. “We can’t do anything else. I have to be oblivious. Until it’s safe again. We went over the story several times, I got this. She won't know.”
“I’ll watch over you, all right? You need anything, you call me first.” Camille welled up and took off her seat belt to hug him. A man who also lost too much and who was trying to make things better for a girl he barely knew in truth.
“I’d like to see El more when I can.”
“I’ll try to make that happen.” He followed her out and up the steps.
“Camille! Camille!” Her sobbing mother raced outside, pushing officers aside to hold her. Camille didn’t want to crumble. Yet, it happened. She needed a mother right now. “Oh, god. Oh, my god. I’m so sorry, I wasn’t there. I will be.”
“I know… I know.” Camille cried it out, fingers scrunching up her mom’s dress. "And Daddy..."
"Hush, I have you. I'm so sorry, baby."
"Milly, thank god." Edna approached and Rosemary hissed.
“You’re fired. Leave us.”
“You cannot do that.” Edna, for the first time, looked deadly. Cold. Camille peered to meet her eyes. Sink. “Mrs. Harper, this is not over. We both know that.”
“It is,” Rosemary led Camille into their house, rubbing her back and cooing to calm her. “You’re all mine now, my sweet. It’s over, baby. It’s all over now.”
Camille knew better.
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“They boarded the whole place up today,” Nancy poked at her lunch a week later. Life continued. Mostly. Camille was met with students sorry for her loss. Hawkins Lab grasped some of the blame it was owed. School picked up again. Her mother was home almost every night for dinner. Almost. Mourning her husband even still. Her own work and grief pulled. Unknowing that Camille found out the truth. She played the part. Good daughter. “And Barb’s parents…they’re holding a funeral.”
“I’ll be there,” Camille nodded. “How’s Mike?”
“Frustrated. Wanting to see El again. Hopper said to give it time.” Nancy smiled when Jonathan sat down and Steve joined the table with him. “Heard that you and Dustin are best buds.”
“I keep good company.” Steve was wistful. Accepting. A good person. “Taking him to the damn Snow Ball in style.”
“Nancy, Jonathan, and I are all volunteering for that.” Camille smiled, she ate a meal with her friends. Queen Bee again. Freak. Camille. Lunch ended and they scattered, Camille caught up with Nancy at the door. “Want to go to the movies tomorrow?” She took her hand.
“I’d like that.” Nancy grinned this time. Friends again. Camille missed this part most. Billy barely said two words to her when school life resumed. Leaving a space between them. Not like a gaping, endless pit. More like a cool moving river. She watched him give Max rides and scurry to class.
They minced few syllables in chemistry, he stuck his nose elsewhere and she didn’t pry. One occasion, Billy dug into his empty bag for a pencil and Camille slid one over as if it were a peace offering. His hand slipped to take it. No words followed. She only ever spoke during labs they had to do. Aloof and even. No energy to be spent and wasted. Billy took to following her lead. A new position for him. Quiet as he did. Careful not to shatter the cracked and mending glass. He avoided Max’s space at home too. Leaving the room when she entered on occasion. Distance was better for him. So he told himself. Susan found him curled up in his room on a Saturday and he didn’t bark at her for once.
“Max left for her friends.” She began and he sniffled. Footsteps crept closer to his bed. "It's Saturday...you're not going out?"
“Leave me alone.” He begged instead, face muffled into a pillow. Tone changed. “Don’t tell him.”
“I won’t.” Susan reached to touch Billy’s hair. The first time she’d ever reached out for him. He whimpered so she pulled away. “I’m making breakfast now. Omelets. Green peppers. You should come eat something, Billy. I could bring you a plate.” His head lifted at that. His favorite. She went out of her way for him.
“Okay.” He was barely audible. She was trying. He decided to try too. When it didn't bleed, Billy let himself relax.
“Haven’t seen that pretty girl in a while.” Susan turned. “Camille was sweet.” Billy turned his eyes, sighing out before he wiped his face. “Neil…he…he can’t say much if she comes over as a tutor instead of a friend. Just a thought.”
“I’m not like him.” Billy paused and the realization brought him to a complete halt. “I don’t want to be.”
“Then don’t be.” She was careful.
“What he thinks about certain people. I don’t think that. I don’t. I didn’t…know. Fuck.” Billy clenched with tears, pressing the pillow closer while he faced the wall still so she wouldn’t see him. “Do I? Dad wants me to be... But, I'm so fucking...tired. I hurt people. I hurt Camille. She... What if I’m already like him and I can’t…I can’t fix it.”
“Do you think he ever stayed in on a Saturday and stopped to ask himself these questions?” Susan was honest at last and Billy felt his heart give a great shudder. There was a beat.
“I’m sorry, Susan.” His simple, raw words stilled her entire world. “Bout…my dad...and me.”
“You can give Max a ride to the Snow Ball.” She replied, earning a nod. “Thank you, Billy.”
** ** **
“Hey, Harper!” Chief Hopper pulled up to the school before Camille could get into her car. One month later. Time didn’t heal all wounds but it was a start.
“Am I in trouble, Chief?” She approached with a grin.
“Maybe,” he chuckled. “Need a favor. I have an address and I need you to bring some items to it in the next two hours. I’d appreciate it.”
“Oh, you have a mission for me?” Camille clasped her hands.
“Your biggest one yet.” Jim beckoned her to the window. Camille raced down the road an hour later. Dressed to help at the dance. Excited, she tapped the steering wheel. Snow trickled down in little flurries, barely sticking. She thought of her mother. Holidays to be spent alone this year. Her father was buried. Rosemary still played the game of house and Camille with her. She never broke down. Not once. When would the right time emerge? Still, she was contented to be with her friends. Pulling up to a cabin, she got out and craned her next. Eleven ran down the steps in flannel with Jim behind her. They hugged and she pulled back.
“I missed you.” Camille came to her level. “I may have brought too much.”
“What the hell…” Jim watched her heave a whole trunk from the backseat. “Seriously?”
“Girls like options, Jim.”
“Yeah, we like options,” El agreed and he rubbed his face. Camille lifted her hand, teetering before the trunk came up. Eleven helped, arm out and they beamed.
“Okay, cool it with that.” Hopper followed them back in. El opened the trunk to see clothing. Nothing she’d ever worn.
“Old stuff. Should fit her, I was about her size at that age.” Camille smiled. “Hair first then makeup. Ready?” Eleven grinned now. Sister. A long lost sister.
“Yes.”
** ** **
Sparkling lights played off the winter decorations. Music echoed into the auditorium while awkward children roamed. Camille poured punch with Nancy, setting cups upon the table. Across from them, Jonathan took photos, waving at the two girls.
“Want to come over for our Christmas dinner? The boys and Max are going to bring toys that night, play some D&D. Mom has like twenty desserts planned.”
“We could dust off some old costumes.” Camille giggled. “I’ll convince Hopper to bring El over.”
“How’s Rosemary?”
“Sad. Still working by force. It’s just us now. We care for the house and…it feels normal. No one came for me. Not yet. I can’t…read her all the time.” She sighed. “Hopper offered me a place when…if things go sour. I know it’ll come out one day. I think I’m looking for something first. Something inside her. Just to see if it’s there. Can't find it in dad anymore after what I did. She knew where I came from. She knew and had a huge part in it. She tried to make amends. Even if it was sick. And if I make noise…”
“I hope you find it. Whatever you need.” Nancy offered. Across from them, Dustin entered with a style dressed similar to Steve’s. Hair and all. “Oh, my god.”
“Aw, can we keep him?” Camille touched her heart. “Precious thing.”
“Ladies,” Dustin passed.
“Hey,” Nancy spoke as he went to greet Mike and them.
“Max,” Camille stopped to hug her. “Pants? How edgy of you.”
“Mom did this to my hair,” she grumbled.
“You look great. Promise. How are things?”
“Quieter.” Max nodded, eyes brightening. “Nice.”
“Good,” Camille gestured. “I won’t keep you, go have fun.” Max hurried away and they poured more punch. Fixed up the table. Enjoyed the night. Another song started and couples came together. Max and Lucas joined them. “Remember when it was that easy, Nance?”
“Was it ever?”
“I try to think it was,” she joked. “Uh, oh, check my three o’clock. Boy down. Mayday.” They watched Dustin try to ask girls to dance and get brushed off. He looked crestfallen. “I’m going in, cover me.” Camille followed Dustin to the bleachers while he sniffled. “Hey, Dusty.”
“Cam…Camille,” he hurried to wipe his face and she sat down. The most popular girl in her school smiled at him. Other kids took note.
“Not giving up already, are you?”
“Ngh…no.”
“Good, because the Dustin I know faces all frights head on. Especially when one of the party needs assistance.” She crossed her arms over her knees and nudged him with her shoulder, he brightened just a little at that. “A very wise kid taught me that after he roped me into monster hunting. I used to help babysit him.” She kissed his cheek, earning a smile and Nancy paced over.
“Wanna dance?” She put her hand out.
“Uh, Nance, I’m talking with Dusty here.”
“Snooze, you lose, Cam.” Nancy took Dustin away and Camille laughed after them, shaking her head before she stood up and watched the couples move. Heels clicked while she made her way back only for Max to stop her, hand in Lucas’s.
“By the way,” she began, “he’s outside.” Camille turned, arms crossing. “Just in case you needed that information.” Max pressed a sort of half smile and went back to the floor. Another song bloomed when she decided and headed out. Eleven appeared at the same time, nervous and looking around.
“You look amazing,” Camille touched her shoulder. “Own it, it’s your night.” Eleven spotted Mike standing and crossed over to see him. Heading outside, the air chilled when Camille saw Joyce and Hopper waiting together.
“Ms. Harper. Up to no good?” The Chief regarded her.
“Me? Never.” She batted her lashes and smiled at Joyce. “They’re having fun in there.”
“They needed it.” She agreed.
“I hope you’re well too.”
“Thank you, Camille. You take care.”
“Just where are you headed?” Hopper added, lighting up a cigarette.
“Oh, I…” The teen regarded them. “I was just…uh, going for a walk. There are way too many hairspray fumes in there. Not good for the brain. Why are you two here, huh?"
"Just friends." Hopper was too quick.
"Right…so…bye now and mind your business, Chief.” Camille smirked and Jim scoffed with amusement. She hurried off before they could question it further, rubbing her arms for warmth. Camille spotted that familiar blue Camaro up the hill, parked off to the side under the stars. Billy took some time to look at them, half seated on the hood with a cigarette between two fingers.
“Look nice, do they? Finally taking the time to see them.” She watched him snap to focus on her. Blue eyes awed and looking her up and down once. Lips parted to mouth her name, too scared to offer it to the cool night air. A beat lingered.
“Harpy. You clean up nice. Devil's pride nice.” He didn’t move an inch more so she paced around the car toward him, standing a few feet away. Pretenses lowered.
“You feel like sharing that?” She shrugged and he flicked ashes aside, lifting his hand to offer it. No interest in going home as usual. The company was well received. Camille joined him against the hood, smoke slipped from her lips. Billy stared for a quiet moment when she instead looked up at the sky. A slight hum of contemplation sounded. She exhaled and gave a soft shudder against the cold weather. "Not a bad view from manure land. Not one bit." Billy agreed with that, eyes direct on her. Shifting, he shrugged off his jacket. That brown leather bomber she loved. Camille offered him the smoke back so he put it between his teeth and helped her into the coat. Music was still echoing soft in the distance. “You know, I got a strange call from a concerned stepmother a few days ago.”
“What?” Smoke billowed out soft lips.
“Had a few things to say. Good things. Hopeful things.” Camille took the cigarette again to inhale. Her nerves subsided. Billy studied her face and panned to see the stars again. “Nothing red in sight today, huh?” Silent, he agreed again, finishing the last drag before crushing it under his boot.
“What did she tell you?” He puffed slower.
“That you’re still angry a lot. Naturally. And sad. And quiet. Extremely quiet. That you take Max to the arcade almost every day when needed and you pick her up. That a mysterious new skateboard appeared in Max’s room…"
"This fucking asshole ran over the old one with a Camaro."
"I'm sure... She also mentioned that green peppers solve just about everything.” She chuckled and Billy turned his head when his lip quirked. “That you avoid Max but you don’t lash out like you used to. That Neil hasn't stopped despite it all. And when your Camaro had a recent engine problem, your sister was out there silently passing you tools to fix it. You let her do that. Progress. Always happens in small bouts if we stop to notice them. She also invited me to dinner Wednesday. Said your dad would be working late.”
“Haven’t heard that one.” He lifted his eyes.
“You’re having pot roast.” Susan was not his mother. But, she cared.
“She always burns the damn edges,” he joked, softening. Camille shifted to brace her hand back and covered his.
“I want to try something.” These syllables always brought stillness to his world. She tugged once without fear and he stood up with her. Camille guided his hands to her waist, shifting to touch his shoulders.
“Never been to a school dance. Just hit the parties after.”
“Smart. And it’s easy,” she watched his eyes flicker to the pendant hanging from her neck. Gentle hands clasped behind his shoulders and she swayed to the music in the distance, bringing him with her. “You haven’t lived until Hawkins High prom season starts.”
“Think this year will hurt your chances as prom queen when we’re seniors?” He cocked his head as they turned and she shrugged. Glowing. Beautiful.
“Ah, I guess we’ll see.” Camille watched his eyes, something connected again. Small but still there. Billy swayed closer until her head came to his collar. Two hands laced. Her arm went around his shoulders and he slipped one hand along the small of her back. The dance continued. Perfume invaded his senses so he closed his eyes. “I really did miss my friend, you know? Tell him that again for me.” Friend. Billy felt himself smile. Only slight. This amazing chance she'd offered without fear or anguish would not be wasted.
“I’ll let him know,” he nudged his head into her own. There it was again. The pull that things might turn out fine. Or something close to it. The belief that they both deserved better here. The song ended for another and they stayed there in place. Camille inhaled and came up to see his blue eyes in the moonlight.
“I have to get back.” She whispered against him, slipping away yet again. Cool and light. Hope filled the river that ran between them.
“Keep the jacket.” He winked and she sucked in her cheeks, hugging it closer. “See you around, Harpy.” Camille shifted down the hill, spinning on her heel to see him as she went. Her luminous smile resonated.
“Be kind to yourself, Billy.”
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“How was the dance?” Rosemary busied with a new drawing when Camille came into her studio.
“They had fun.” She stayed at the door until the older woman looked up.
“Lawyer and I got your father’s affairs in order finally.” She went on. “We’ll be fine. I’ll try to be home as much as I can but with him gone…”
“I get it,” Camille held Billy’s jacket around herself. "I'm sorry." The words just came, eyes welling.
"About what, sweetie?"
"Just..."
"He loved you so much, you know. I love you, I always will. You and I will make it. We will be just fine. We have each other." Her mother pressed her lips. Camille felt guilt and shame pool. But, not all over Noah. He made his bed. She tried to tell herself that. The shame that this was not enough. That it never would be. That the reality of it all was too ugly and that ugliness could rub off on her. That the cycle was not broken.
"Just...sorry." Camille would find what she needed another day. Her heart stilled. Tried to be brave. Rosemary looked at her eyes. There had to be something. Anything. She hadn’t kicked Camille out or given her to enemies in the distance who would love to study her.
“We have a long supply of your medication as well.”
“Oh?” Camille flushed them each day. “Good.”
“Our party this year will likely not be happening. But, we can still do gifts and candles. Chinese for Christmas morning before my flight?”
“Definitely… Nancy invited me over after. Almost everyone’s getting together. Heather went on some ski trip for winter break.”
“I’ll be out around New Years time. Will you be alright here alone, Camille?”
“I’m not alone.” Camille admitted, lips lifting because saying it with such conviction felt amazing. “I never was.” She turned without explaining to go up to her room for the night. Billy’s jacket hung over the vanity mirror. Her hand gripped a little crochet doll before she was lulled off to sleep.
Hope made the world less red.
#Hopper: Where the FUCK did this mullet kid come from???#billy hargrove#Billy hargrove x oc#billy hargrove fanfiction#billy hargrove fic#without the lights#BILLY X CAMILLE#Camille Harper#writing#mine
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BLACKBIRD ── nancy wheeler
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by nevillesIongbottom
BLACK BIRD⎟ ❝Admittedly strange things come to Birdie Buckley as easy as breathing, she's a failed science experiment that can teleport, so that's to be expected. But being blackmailed by a toothless kid to help a bald kid, and find their missing friend who she can still see in her dreams is a little too weird for her. As if things couldn't get any worse, a grouchy man who almost ran her over is claiming to be her father? Now that is way past the line of strange.❞ ⎟ [THE 007 CHRONICLES] [NANCY WHEELER x FEM!OC] [STRANGER THINGS SEASON 1 - 3]
Words: 1299, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M
Characters: Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers, Martin Brenner, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Sara Hopper, Diane (Stranger Things), Mike Wheeler, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Dustin Henderson, Joyce Byers, Robin Buckley, Lucas Sinclair, Will Byers, Holly Wheeler, Karen Wheeler, Bob Newby, Demogorgon (Stranger Things), Billy Hargrove, Maxine "Max" Mayfield
Relationships: Nancy Wheeler/Original Female Character(s), Joyce Byers & Original Female Character(s), Jim "Chief" Hopper/Original Female Character(s), Jonathan Byers/Steve Harrington, Eleven | Jane Hopper/Mike Wheeler, Joyce Byers/Bob Newby
Additional Tags: Government Experimentation, Hawkins National Laboratory, Good Parent Jim "Chief" Hopper, Good Parent Karen Wheeler, Supportive Karen Wheeler, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Protective Steve Harrington, The Upside Down, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Not Canon Compliant, Smart Dustin Henderson, BAMF Nancy Wheeler, Good Sibling Nancy Wheeler, Supportive Joyce Byers, Good Parent Joyce Byers, Secret Relationship, Peter Pan References, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Anxiety Disorder, Depression, Period-Typical Homophobia, Period Typical Attitudes, Period-Typical Racism, Period-Typical Sexism, Lesbian Character, Bisexual Female Character
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( 31 DAYS OF HORROR ! ) || whump.tober
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by tearlessly
for the month of october, fanfiction (and regular!) writers are challenged to write 31 days of prompts, whether long or short. myself and luna have decided that we are going to write 31 different prompts, with different fandoms.
this is NOT completed, or even started yet. make sure to add this to your library and leave kudos so you can get reminded when this does start up, especially if you're looking for a certain character x oc.
the trigger warnings, fandoms, and gender pairings will all be in the first chapter, along with the prompt i am going to be writing.
hope you guys like it!
Words: 739, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: The OA (TV), American Horror Story: Coven, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Orange is the New Black, Fallout 4, Detroit: Become Human (Video Game), Supernatural, The Walking Dead (TV), Creepypasta - Fandom, Jessica Jones (TV), The Punisher (TV 2017), Grey's Anatomy, Law & Order: SVU, Life Is Strange (Video Game), Criminal Minds (US TV), Saturday Night Live, Youtubers, Big Brother - Fandom, Sherlock (TV), 9-1-1 (TV), Pitch Perfect (Movies), Stranger Things (TV 2016), The Big Bang Theory (TV), American Horror Story: Murder House, popular singers, Friends (TV), Mean Girls (2004), Until Dawn (Video Game), The Hunger Games (Movies)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Categories: F/F, F/M
Characters: Prairie Johnson | The OA, Karim Washington, Nina Azarova, Misty Day, James Patrick March, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Tony Stark, Nicky Nichols, Maritza Ramos, Piper Wright, John Hancock (Fallout), Kara, Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Mary Winchester, Gabriel (Supernatural), Maggie Greene, Negan (Walking Dead), Natalie Ouellette | Clockwork, Jeffrey Woods | Jeff the Killer, Trish Walker, Frank Castle, Isobel "Izzie" Stevens, Derek Shepherd, Amanda Rollins, Odafin "Fin" Tutuola, Kate Marsh, Chloe Price (Life Is Strange), Peter Parker, Mary Jane Watson, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau, Spencer Reid, Nicole Franzel, Paul Abrahamian, whitney avalon, Peter Hollens, Kate McKinnon, Mark Fischbach, Irene Adler (Sherlock Holmes), Sherlock Holmes, Abby Clark, Evan "Buck" Buckley, Beca Mitchell, Joyce Byers, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Penny (Big Bang Theory), Leonard Hofstadter, Nora Montgomery, Tate Langdon, Camila Cabello, Taylor Swift, Patrick Stump, Rachel Green, Brendon Urie, Claire Dunphy, Phil Dunphy, Gretchen Wieners, Janis Ian, Until Dawn Ensemble, Samantha Giddings, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Katniss Everdeen, Robert Downey Jr.
Relationships: there's too many fam just read the first chapter
Additional Tags: Shaky Hands, Explosion, Delirium, Human shield, gunpoint, Dragged away, Isolation, Stab Wound, shackled, Unconsciousness, Stitches, "don't move", Adrenaline, tear-stained, Scars, pinned down, "stay with me", muffled scream, Asphyxiation, Trembling, laced drink, hallucination, Bleeding Out, Secret Injury, Humiliation, abandoned, Ransom, beaten, numb, Recovery, Embrace, Horror, Angst, This Is Sad, and spooky, and some darkness, Depression, Kidnapping, trigger warning, injuries, Death, Self Harm, Mental Illnesses, Creatures, Monsters, Murderers
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( 31 DAYS OF HORROR ! ) || whump.tober
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by tearlessly
for the month of october, fanfiction (and regular!) writers are challenged to write 31 days of prompts, whether long or short. myself and luna have decided that we are going to write 31 different prompts, with different fandoms.
this is NOT completed, or even started yet. make sure to add this to your library and leave kudos so you can get reminded when this does start up, especially if you're looking for a certain character x oc.
the trigger warnings, fandoms, and gender pairings will all be in the first chapter, along with the prompt i am going to be writing.
hope you guys like it!
Words: 739, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: The OA (TV), American Horror Story: Coven, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Orange is the New Black, Fallout 4, Detroit: Become Human (Video Game), Supernatural, The Walking Dead (TV), Creepypasta - Fandom, Jessica Jones (TV), The Punisher (TV 2017), Grey's Anatomy, Law & Order: SVU, Life Is Strange (Video Game), Criminal Minds (US TV), Saturday Night Live, Youtubers, Big Brother - Fandom, Sherlock (TV), 9-1-1 (TV), Pitch Perfect (Movies), Stranger Things (TV 2016), The Big Bang Theory (TV), American Horror Story: Murder House, popular singers, Friends (TV), Mean Girls (2004), Until Dawn (Video Game), The Hunger Games (Movies)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Categories: F/F, F/M
Characters: Prairie Johnson | The OA, Karim Washington, Nina Azarova, Misty Day, James Patrick March, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Tony Stark, Nicky Nichols, Maritza Ramos, Piper Wright, John Hancock (Fallout), Kara, Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Mary Winchester, Gabriel (Supernatural), Maggie Greene, Negan (Walking Dead), Natalie Ouellette | Clockwork, Jeffrey Woods | Jeff the Killer, Trish Walker, Frank Castle, Isobel "Izzie" Stevens, Derek Shepherd, Amanda Rollins, Odafin "Fin" Tutuola, Kate Marsh, Chloe Price (Life Is Strange), Peter Parker, Mary Jane Watson, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau, Spencer Reid, Nicole Franzel, Paul Abrahamian, whitney avalon, Peter Hollens, Kate McKinnon, Mark Fischbach, Irene Adler (Sherlock Holmes), Sherlock Holmes, Abby Clark, Evan "Buck" Buckley, Beca Mitchell, Joyce Byers, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Penny (Big Bang Theory), Leonard Hofstadter, Nora Montgomery, Tate Langdon, Camila Cabello, Taylor Swift, Patrick Stump, Rachel Green, Brendon Urie, Claire Dunphy, Phil Dunphy, Gretchen Wieners, Janis Ian, Until Dawn Ensemble, Samantha Giddings, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Katniss Everdeen, Robert Downey Jr.
Relationships: there's too many fam just read the first chapter
Additional Tags: Shaky Hands, Explosion, Delirium, Human shield, gunpoint, Dragged away, Isolation, Stab Wound, shackled, Unconsciousness, Stitches, "don't move", Adrenaline, tear-stained, Scars, pinned down, "stay with me", muffled scream, Asphyxiation, Trembling, laced drink, hallucination, Bleeding Out, Secret Injury, Humiliation, abandoned, Ransom, beaten, numb, Recovery, Embrace, Horror, Angst, This Is Sad, and spooky, and some darkness, Depression, Kidnapping, trigger warning, injuries, Death, Self Harm, Mental Illnesses, Creatures, Monsters, Murderers
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( 31 DAYS OF HORROR ! ) || whump.tober
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/32GI3Lv
by tearlessly
for the month of october, fanfiction (and regular!) writers are challenged to write 31 days of prompts, whether long or short. myself and luna have decided that we are going to write 31 different prompts, with different fandoms.
this is NOT completed, or even started yet. make sure to add this to your library and leave kudos so you can get reminded when this does start up, especially if you're looking for a certain character x oc.
the trigger warnings, fandoms, and gender pairings will all be in the first chapter, along with the prompt i am going to be writing.
hope you guys like it!
Words: 739, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: The OA (TV), American Horror Story: Coven, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Orange is the New Black, Fallout 4, Detroit: Become Human (Video Game), Supernatural, The Walking Dead (TV), Creepypasta - Fandom, Jessica Jones (TV), The Punisher (TV 2017), Grey's Anatomy, Law & Order: SVU, Life Is Strange (Video Game), Criminal Minds (US TV), Saturday Night Live, Youtubers, Big Brother - Fandom, Sherlock (TV), 9-1-1 (TV), Pitch Perfect (Movies), Stranger Things (TV 2016), The Big Bang Theory (TV), American Horror Story: Murder House, popular singers, Friends (TV), Mean Girls (2004), Until Dawn (Video Game), The Hunger Games (Movies)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Categories: F/F, F/M
Characters: Prairie Johnson | The OA, Karim Washington, Nina Azarova, Misty Day, James Patrick March, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Tony Stark, Nicky Nichols, Maritza Ramos, Piper Wright, John Hancock (Fallout), Kara, Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Mary Winchester, Gabriel (Supernatural), Maggie Greene, Negan (Walking Dead), Natalie Ouellette | Clockwork, Jeffrey Woods | Jeff the Killer, Trish Walker, Frank Castle, Isobel "Izzie" Stevens, Derek Shepherd, Amanda Rollins, Odafin "Fin" Tutuola, Kate Marsh, Chloe Price (Life Is Strange), Peter Parker, Mary Jane Watson, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau, Spencer Reid, Nicole Franzel, Paul Abrahamian, whitney avalon, Peter Hollens, Kate McKinnon, Mark Fischbach, Irene Adler (Sherlock Holmes), Sherlock Holmes, Abby Clark, Evan "Buck" Buckley, Beca Mitchell, Joyce Byers, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Penny (Big Bang Theory), Leonard Hofstadter, Nora Montgomery, Tate Langdon, Camila Cabello, Taylor Swift, Patrick Stump, Rachel Green, Brendon Urie, Claire Dunphy, Phil Dunphy, Gretchen Wieners, Janis Ian, Until Dawn Ensemble, Samantha Giddings, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Katniss Everdeen, Robert Downey Jr.
Relationships: there's too many fam just read the first chapter
Additional Tags: Shaky Hands, Explosion, Delirium, Human shield, gunpoint, Dragged away, Isolation, Stab Wound, shackled, Unconsciousness, Stitches, "don't move", Adrenaline, tear-stained, Scars, pinned down, "stay with me", muffled scream, Asphyxiation, Trembling, laced drink, hallucination, Bleeding Out, Secret Injury, Humiliation, abandoned, Ransom, beaten, numb, Recovery, Embrace, Horror, Angst, This Is Sad, and spooky, and some darkness, Depression, Kidnapping, trigger warning, injuries, Death, Self Harm, Mental Illnesses, Creatures, Monsters, Murderers
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30+ / F. Looking for 18+ (preferably 21+) writing partners for various fandom roleplays.
I'm mainly looking for canon x canon pairings but will at least listen to any OC ideas you have. I, myself, am only interested in writing canons for these. I like canon or canon divergent plots. No AUs that are way out there.
I write third person, past tense and prefer you at least match the third person part. I am for at least one paragraph but usually do more. I'm all about quality over quantity, though. I work full-time during the week so please be patient with me. Replies can't and won't happen every day.
MxM is my preference when it comes to pairings but I have quite a few favorite MxF ships and some FxF ones too. I'll just be listing my fandoms and the characters I most like to write as. I'm pretty open when it comes to ships so feel free to suggest some of your favorites to me.
If a character is in bold, it means I really, really, really want to have an excuse to write as them right now.
The Walking Dead: Beth Greene, Gabriel Stokes, Gareth, Merle Dixon, Negan, Paul Rovia, Shane Walsh, Simon
Supernatural: Arthur Ketch, Azazel, Benny Laffitte, Chuck Shurley, Crowley, Dean Winchester, Lucifer, Metatron, Mick Davies
Game of Thrones: Alliser Thorne, Beric Dondarrion, Bronn, Daenerys Targaryen, Jaime Lannister, Margaery Tyrell, Petyr Baelish, Robb Stark, Roose Bolton, Sansa Stark, Stannis Baratheon, Thoros, Tywin Lannister
Grand Theft Auto IV & V: Devin Weston, Dimitri Rascalov, Gerry McReary, Michael De Santa, Mikhail Faustin, Niko Bellic, Packie McReary, Ray Boccino, Steve Haines, Trevor Philips
Stranger Things: Billy Hargrove, Jim Hopper, Martin Brenner, Murray Bauman, Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington
Tolkien Universe: Bard, Beleg, Bofur, Boromir, Celeborn, Curufin, Elrond, Feanor, Finrod, Thranduil, Turgon
The Clergy Universe (from Ghost): Cardinal Copia, Papa Emeritus III, Papa Emeritus IV
Law & Order (the original show only): Ben Stone, Cyrus Lupo, Jack McCoy, Mike Logan, Nolan Price
House MD: James Wilson, Lawrence Kutner, Remy Hadley, Robert Chase
Various Horror Movies: Amber Freeman, Ash Williams, Billy Loomis, Dan Cain, Dave Hanson, Dewey Riley, Freddy Krueger, Herbert West, Jill Roberts, Leslie Vernon, Mark Hoffman, Michael Myers, Mickey Altieri, Mike Tobacco, Otis Driftwood, Paxton Rodriguez, Randall Flagg, Richie Kirsch, William Schenk
Random Characters: Alan Grant, Albus Dumbledore (Fantastic Beasts era only), Alex Krycek, Barty Crouch Jr., Enjolras, Erik (a.k.a. the Phantom of the Opera), Gaston, Gilderoy Lockhart, Grantaire, Jim Moriarty (BBC Sherlock version), Jonathan Carnahan, Severus Snape
If you've made it this far, I like to write on Discord. I can also write through messages on here and might be willing to accommodate some other means.
If you're interested, please message me here or like this post and I'll message you first.
I like to at least begin plotting over on here or else my Discord gets too cluttered.
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#the walking dead rp#supernatural RP#game of thrones rp#grand theft auto rp#stranger things rp#Tolkien universe rp#the clergy rp#law and order rp#house md rp#horror movies rp
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Not-So-Stranger-Things
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by The_Ender
This is a continuation of Stranger Things after season 3 without all of the Vecna stuff. Hopper did not get captured by the Russians and is instead just still trapped in Starcourt (he’s gonna come back pretty much). Endgame ships: Will x Mike, Dustin x Suzie, Max x Lucas, Steve x Eddie. I might add more later, but I’m not sure. I might create an OC for Eleven too just because I can and if I decide it’s time to add a new character into the mix, you know? Anyway, I know I’ll probably be the only one reading this, so I guess this is a message to my future self. Either way, I hope you enjoy it. This is incredibly self indulgent and pretty much just how I wish Stranger Things could continue from here.
Words: 2853, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M
Characters: Mike Wheeler, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Will Byers, Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Joyce Byers, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Suzie Bingham, most aforementioned characters' parents, The Basketball Team, Argyle (Stranger Things), Jonathan Byers
Relationships: Will Byers/Mike Wheeler, Eleven | Jane Hopper/Mike Wheeler, Maxine "Max" Mayfield/Lucas Sinclair, Suzie Bingham/Dustin Henderson, Joyce Byers/Jim "Chief" Hopper, Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson
Additional Tags: idk why i decided to be so specific, um i might update the relationships later, this is self indulgence i wanted to share with people, basically stranger things if season four vecna stuff didnt happen, No beta we die like bob, im sorry that was too far
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( 31 DAYS OF HORROR ! ) || whump.tober
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/32GI3Lv
by tearlessly
for the month of october, fanfiction (and regular!) writers are challenged to write 31 days of prompts, whether long or short. myself and luna have decided that we are going to write 31 different prompts, with different fandoms.
this is NOT completed, or even started yet. make sure to add this to your library and leave kudos so you can get reminded when this does start up, especially if you're looking for a certain character x oc.
the trigger warnings, fandoms, and gender pairings will all be in the first chapter, along with the prompt i am going to be writing.
hope you guys like it!
Words: 739, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: The OA (TV), American Horror Story: Coven, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Orange is the New Black, Fallout 4, Detroit: Become Human (Video Game), Supernatural, The Walking Dead (TV), Creepypasta - Fandom, Jessica Jones (TV), The Punisher (TV 2017), Grey's Anatomy, Law & Order: SVU, Life Is Strange (Video Game), Criminal Minds (US TV), Saturday Night Live, Youtubers, Big Brother - Fandom, Sherlock (TV), 9-1-1 (TV), Pitch Perfect (Movies), Stranger Things (TV 2016), The Big Bang Theory (TV), American Horror Story: Murder House, popular singers, Friends (TV), Mean Girls (2004), Until Dawn (Video Game), The Hunger Games (Movies)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Categories: F/F, F/M
Characters: Prairie Johnson | The OA, Karim Washington, Nina Azarova, Misty Day, James Patrick March, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Tony Stark, Nicky Nichols, Maritza Ramos, Piper Wright, John Hancock (Fallout), Kara, Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Mary Winchester, Gabriel (Supernatural), Maggie Greene, Negan (Walking Dead), Natalie Ouellette | Clockwork, Jeffrey Woods | Jeff the Killer, Trish Walker, Frank Castle, Isobel "Izzie" Stevens, Derek Shepherd, Amanda Rollins, Odafin "Fin" Tutuola, Kate Marsh, Chloe Price (Life Is Strange), Peter Parker, Mary Jane Watson, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau, Spencer Reid, Nicole Franzel, Paul Abrahamian, whitney avalon, Peter Hollens, Kate McKinnon, Mark Fischbach, Irene Adler (Sherlock Holmes), Sherlock Holmes, Abby Clark, Evan "Buck" Buckley, Beca Mitchell, Joyce Byers, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Penny (Big Bang Theory), Leonard Hofstadter, Nora Montgomery, Tate Langdon, Camila Cabello, Taylor Swift, Patrick Stump, Rachel Green, Brendon Urie, Claire Dunphy, Phil Dunphy, Gretchen Wieners, Janis Ian, Until Dawn Ensemble, Samantha Giddings, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Katniss Everdeen, Robert Downey Jr.
Relationships: there's too many fam just read the first chapter
Additional Tags: Shaky Hands, Explosion, Delirium, Human shield, gunpoint, Dragged away, Isolation, Stab Wound, shackled, Unconsciousness, Stitches, "don't move", Adrenaline, tear-stained, Scars, pinned down, "stay with me", muffled scream, Asphyxiation, Trembling, laced drink, hallucination, Bleeding Out, Secret Injury, Humiliation, abandoned, Ransom, beaten, numb, Recovery, Embrace, Horror, Angst, This Is Sad, and spooky, and some darkness, Depression, Kidnapping, trigger warning, injuries, Death, Self Harm, Mental Illnesses, Creatures, Monsters, Murderers
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ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ғʀᴇᴀᴋs ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ | ᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ ᴍᴜɴsᴏɴ
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by johnsonsweet
"believe it or not,
deep down under hawkins
there is something very spooky.
and believe it or not,
it likes people like you and me,
it likes the freaks.
and that's where freaks belong"
Summer Abbott is no stranger to the weird things that are and have been going on at Hawkins. The incident at Starcourt scarred the girl for life and also made her fall back onto her partying life. She never gave a fuck about much, but after a night trying to buy weed form Eddie Munson turns to a actual horror film, she doesn't know what to do with the fears trying to resurface. And when the only solution to not be framed for murderer is to run away with said boy, Summer thinks she definitely lost her mind.
eddie munson x oc
stranger things season 4
Words: 5659, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Underage
Categories: F/M
Characters: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Dustin Henderson, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Mike Wheeler, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Erica Sinclair, Lucas Sinclair, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Jonathan Byers, Argyle (Stranger Things), Jason Carver, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Joyce Byers, Will Byers, Murray Bauman
Relationships: Eddie Munson/Original Female Character(s), Eddie Munson & Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff and Angst, Supernatural Elements, Mike Wheeler Being an Idiot, eddie munson being soft for her, not sure yet about smut
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One and Twelve
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by Kamije_Celeek
Kat escaped Hawkins Lab six years ago with Ollie. She ran into the woods with a toddler in tow and scratched out a life for the two of them. Then, in July 1985, Brenner found them and took her back. Ollie went out to find a place to hide and instead found Steve Harrington, who brought him to somebody who could help. Now it's a race against Brenner to not only bring him down but to bring Kat out before the lab steals her life away like it once had.
Words: 1887, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Categories: F/M, Gen
Characters: Steve Harrington, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Mike Wheeler, OC - Character, The Party (Stranger Things), Jim "Chief" Hopper, Joyce Byers, Martin Brenner
Relationships: Eleven | Jane Hopper/Mike Wheeler, Steve Harrington & Original Character(s), Steve Harrington/Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags: OC X CANON, Mileven, Back to the lab, Brenner's not dead, Hiding, Family is what you make
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