#everything robin's been through and getting to know that she hadn't lost her first friend

[the-descolada]

BABYGIRL

[libraryofgage]

Good Vibrations Part One

Hello, it's me, back at it again with another Steddie AU.

Anyway, if I were tagging this AU, these would be the most important ones: Deaf Steve Harrington; Tooth-rotting Fluff; Getting Together

If you wanna be tagged in future parts, just let me know!

As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;)

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Steve has blown through three pairs of hearing aids in the past year. The first pair had lasted a few years and needed replacement because of normal wear and tear. The second pair was sacrificed during that fight with Jonathan. He hadn't been wearing them, but they'd been in Steve's pocket, and he'd landed at just the right angle to feel them shatter. The third pair was taken by the Russians because, despite Robin's shouting and cursing at them for being dumbasses (and this was before she actually knew what they were for), they accused him of recording their kidnapping and torture.

Honestly, he wouldn't recommend fighting Russians and Billy and Mind Flayers and driving while nearly totally deaf.

The funniest part of it all, though, is that Steve doesn't even use hearing aids regularly. He normally only wears them at home. The pair lost to Jonathan were present because, well, that whole day had been a lot for Steve, and he needed the comfort of knowing he could stop reading lips the moment it became too exhausting for him. The pair lost to the Russians was because he'd been getting ready to tell Robin about being deaf. She'd already clocked the weird things he does (well, weird to her, normal to Steve), and he figured letting her in on the big secret would bring them a little closer.

Of course, that didn't go the way he expected. Robin thought he was confessing love and decided to beat him to the punch. That's how he learned Robin is a lesbian, and Steve couldn't let her be the only one admitting to something like that, so he told her about being bi and his long-standing, hopeless crush. And being deaf. But the bi with a crush thing seemed more important in the moment. She took it in stride, it brought them closer, and then Robin asked if Steve could teach her sign language.

Which meant that Steve had to learn sign language because he never had. Between not wanting to feel even more different than he already did and trying to convince his parents that, really, everything was fine and he didn't need to go to a special school for deaf and hard-of-hearing kids, he'd never learned. Learning it had somehow felt like an admission of weakness, and that was the last thing he wanted. But he learned for Robin, and they stumbled through sign language together, creating new signs only they knew.

But that's all in the past now, and Steve is working his ass off at Family Video to afford a new pair because he refuses to ask his parents for money. If he asks them, they'll come back, and that's the last thing he wants. They don't need to have all their worries confirmed that Steve is helpless, and he doesn't want them anywhere near Hawkins "Hellscape" Indiana.

So. Working his ass off, taking extra shifts, and babysitting the kids as much as he can to make up for the whole Friends and Family Discount he gives their parents. He's exhausted, but he gets to recharge somewhat during his lunch break.

About a ten-minute walk from the Family Video is a record store, which Steve has started visiting daily to just breathe. The lone worker in the store is usually too busy listening to her own music to pay Steve any attention, letting him wander and try to determine which records will best serve him.

Steve drifts over to the rock and heavy metal section, hoping to find a new album but unsurprised when he doesn't. He browses through them anyway, moving past Metallica and Black Sabbath and Iron Maiden. He already has all of these albums on his shelf at home. He has the cassette tapes for them, too.

But he really wants something new. He likes the novelty of experiencing unfamiliar vibrations through the speaker, letting them thrum through his fingertips and into his bones. It's fun and relaxing, and after all the bullshit he's been through lately, he probably deserves something relaxing.

After glancing over a few more familiar albums, Steve sighs and glances at the counter by the door. The lone worker is standing there, headphones over her ears, and idly flipping through a magazine. She's chewing gum, and Steve braces himself for the sheer hell of trying to read her lips without making it obvious he's reading her lips while she's got something in her mouth to disrupt the normal shape of words and sounds.

But he has to try. Steve takes one more deep breath before walking over, shoving his hands into his pockets when he comes to a stop at the counter. The girl raises a hand, motioning for him to wait, so he stays quiet as she finishes reading her page. She flips to the next one before looking up, not making any move to pull her headphones off.

"Hi. Do you have any new rock or metal albums coming in soon," Steve asks, feeling the vibrations of speech in his throat and hoping his words aren't too loud.

They don't seem to be. The girl doesn't flinch or pull back. She just looks him up and down, taking in the polo shirt and the nice khakis and the Family Video vest he forgot to take off before leaving. Finally, her neck and shoulders jerk slightly, and Steve knows she's huffed in annoyance. "No," she says, the word clear enough in the shape of her lips for Steve to know it immediately.

He frowns slightly, his fingernails digging into his palms. Steve wouldn't mind just leaving now, but something keeps him there. He just...he really wants new music. He needs something new. "Are there gonna be any shows nearby?" he asks.

The girl rolls her eyes and says something, her mouth distorted by gum-chewing. Steve can barely make out the words "you" and "check" from her response. Thankfully, it's accompanied by a vague gesture at something behind him. Steve looks over his shoulder to see a bulletin board with flyers plastered across it.

"Right. Thanks," he says, nodding to her before walking over. The flyers are all different colors with various fonts that scream for Steve's attention. Some of them are for bands, some are advertisements of garage sales or instruments in need of a new home, and others are just business flyers from stores nearby.

He's seen the bulletin board before, but he's never actually paid attention to it. Steve has always been laser-focused on browsing the records. But now, Steve carefully reviews each flyer advertising shows. Some are for comedy shows, which he immediately dismisses. One seems promising, but then he sees how far it is, and Steve definitely can't do an overnight trip like that.

Finally, Steve sees a flyer advertising a show at the Hideout later that week. It's close enough that he won't be out overnight. The place is kind of seedy, but Steve figures he can find some corner near the stage to hide. Or he can bring Robin and let her help him navigate any potential social situations. He tugs the flyer off the board, gaze lingering on the "Corroded Coffin" emblazoned across the top.

He knows the band. Of course, he knows the band. He's extremely familiar with their singer. From a distance. Honestly, Eddie Munson probably doesn't have the best impression of him, but Steve's heart never really cared about that. Because Eddie is like everything Steve wants to be: he's loud and unafraid of being so, he doesn't care about his image and how others perceive him, and he looks like his laugh sounds beautiful. Steve wouldn't know if he's actually right about that last point, but Eddie throws his head back when he laughs, eyes crinkled and hand over his stomach like his muscles ache.

His mouth suddenly feels dry, but he's also filled with unprecedented courage. Steve has graduated (barely), and that means a significantly lower chance of running into Eddie during the day if watching the show somehow goes wrong.

Steve folds the flyer into quarters and stuffs it into his back pocket. He'll be overly aware of it being there until Robin starts her shift and he can show it to her, but that's okay. He throws a quick thanks over his shoulder as he leaves the shop, glancing up at the bell he can't hear that signals the door's opening. He vaguely remembers what bells are supposed to sound like (he'd heard a few before losing the ability to hear them), but he doesn't let himself dwell on it.

Instead, he focuses on the trip back to Family Video, keeping an eye on the road to watch for any cars he wouldn't notice otherwise.

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When the final bell rings, Eddie Munson can't get out of class fast enough. He'd been packed for the last five minutes, and he slid out of his seat the moment that first peal rang out. He has a gig to prepare for, and every second counts. At least, each second counts until he notices something (or someone) that could prove entertaining for a while.

He spots Dustin alone near one of the exits, and Eddie decides to relieve the kid of his isolation. He waits until he's behind Dustin to shout, "Henderson!" and throw his arm over the kid's shoulders, ignoring the way he jumps like he'd been expecting an attack.

"Holy shit!" Dustin shrieks, jerking back to look up at Eddie. "Don't do that, man, you're gonna give me a heart attack."

Eddie snorts, waving away Dustin's concern as he continues toward the exit. The general flow of students trying to get out helps him along, and Dustin doesn't seem to realize they're actually moving until they've gotten into direct sunlight. "You're fine," Eddie says, "Anyway, whatcha doing all alone, Henderson? Lose your way?"

"No, I have...stuff to do today," Dustin says, shrugging as he blinks to acclimate to the sunlight.

Oh, yeah, way too cryptic for Eddie to not dig for more. "Stuff? What kinda stuff? Got a hot date? Going shopping with your mom?" he asks, and then he gasps dramatically and moves to stand in Dustin's way. He puts both hands on his shoulders and very seriously says, "Be honest, Henderson, you're seeing another DM, aren't you?"

Dustin stares at him for a few seconds before rolling his eyes and shrugging his hands off. "Who else in this town DMs?" he asks, "Other than Will, I guess, but he's still working on a campaign."

"Fair," Eddie concedes, "so, whatcha really doing?"

After a few seconds of getting nudged by the students around them, Dustin sighs and says, "I have chores, okay? But that doesn't sound cool to say, does it?"

Fair. Eddie nods in agreement and moves out of Dustin's way, continuing to follow him. "So, what, your mom picking you up today?" he asks.

"No, Steve."

"Oh, the famous Steve."

Dustin nods, looking over the parking lot before pointing to one end. "Yeah, he's awesome," Dustin says as Eddie follows the direction of his finger.

And standing there, leaning against the hood of his car and looking to the side where a group of trees is swaying in the breeze, is Steve Harrington. Steve "The Hair" Harrington. King Steve. The worst thing, Eddie thinks, is that Steve looks good. His hair is still perfect, of course, and his stupid little striped shirt is pulling against his biceps and riding up just enough for Eddie to see a tiny sliver of tanned skin above his jeans. He looks a little tense, but Eddie chalks that up to him being back on the campus after already graduating.

"Harrington? You've been talking about Steve Harrington this whole time?" Eddie asks, his voice a little strained, "How the fuck do you know Steve Harrington?"

"He's my babysitter," Dustin says, his voice implying that much should have been obvious, but Eddie wants to grab his shoulders and shake until his head rolls off.

Steve Harrington doesn't babysit. He doesn't know nerds that talk about D&D. He doesn't drive nerds around. At least, he never did in high school. Granted, Eddie never actually talked to Steve, but everybody knew that Steve Harrington was too cool for, well, anything that wasn't the typical jock and popular guy shit.

As he's thinking about the last time he saw Steve Harrington (in the halls, while the guy had bruises and looked worse for wear), they get within shouting distance. And Eddie has zero impulse control when Wayne isn't around, so he doesn't think before shouting, "Hey, Harrington!"

Next to him, Dustin whips his head to glare at Eddie. And Steve Harrington doesn't fucking react. He just keeps staring at that group of trees like it's the most fascinating thing in the world. "Dude," Dustin says, grabbing Eddie's arm and yanking harshly, "don't shout like that."

Eddie frowns, anger beginning to simmer in his stomach at the complete lack of acknowledgment. "Why are you upset with me?" he asks, gesturing at Steve as he continues, "I'm not the one being a douchebag here."

Dustin opens his mouth, about to say something, only to snap it shut once more. He frowns like he's just realized he can't say something, and huffs with frustration. "Just...just don't do that," he finally says, keeping a hand on Eddie's arm and dragging him across the parking lot. And, yeah, something is definitely weird here.

Instead of just walking up to Steve, they make a large arch until they're within Steve's line of sight.

Eddie watches as Steve notices them, seeing Dustin first and pushing off the car. He relaxes for a split second until he sees Eddie and his shoulders tense again.

Great.

Once they're close enough for Eddie to count the moles above the collar of Steve's shirt, Dustin grins and says, "Hey, Steve." But it's odd, because Eddie has never heard Dustin talk this slow or this carefully, like he's doing his best to enunciate his words.

Steve flashes a grin and ruffles Dustin's hair. "Hey, twerp, you're late," he says. He then glances at Eddie, his grin becoming a little smaller, and says, "Hey, Munson."

Wait. Steve Harrington knows Eddie's name? And he called him by it? He said Munson, not Freak. Eddie stares at Steve for a few seconds before nodding. "Harrington," he says, "how the fuck did you become a babysitter?"

Is he just imagining things, or is Steve looking at his mouth? Like, really intensely. He's definitely not, because Steve looks up after a few seconds with a raised eyebrow. "I needed some extra cash. Also, don't swear around Dustin. I'm the one who gets in trouble when he curses in front of his mom."

Something about the words makes Eddie grin. Never in a million years would he have guessed that he'd be talking to Steve Harrington. And he would have laughed you into Mordor itself if you suggested their conversation would be about Dustin Henderson swearing in front of his mother. "What's his mom do when he swears?" he asks.

Because he can feel the conversation veering into something potentially embarrassing for him, Dustin lets go of Eddie and starts pushing Steve toward the driver's side of his car. "Okay, we gotta go. So many chores, so little time," he says, his voice back to that normal speed and enunciation.

Steve frowns slightly, looking down at Dustin and tilting his head just slightly. "What?" he asks. Instead of actually answering, Dustin just makes some vague gesture with his hand and looks at the car. "Oh, right. Go ahead and get in the car. And, uh, see you later, Munson."

"Is that a promise?" Eddie asks before he can think better of it.

Steve pauses, looking at Eddie's mouth with a slight scrunch to his nose. He seems to be considering something as Dustin scrambles into the passenger seat, watching them with narrowed eyes. Honestly, Eddie is surprised he's not blasting the horn to hurry Steve up. Finally, Steve comes to a decision and meets Eddie's eyes again. "Your band has a show tonight, right? At the Hideout? I was planning to go. So, yeah, I'll see you then, I guess."

And with that, like he hasn't just fucking rocked Eddie's world, Steve Harrington gets into his car. He makes sure Dustin is buckled before waving at Eddie and pulling out of the parking spot.

Eddie finds himself waving back, staring dumbly at the car as it pulls onto the street. It only hits him a few seconds later that Steve Harrington is coming to his show. At the Hideout. His metal show. A Corroded Coffin gig at the Hideout.

Holy. Shit.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Steve was lying on the floor of Robin's room, his back against the wall as he let Robin paint his toenails while he flipped through one of her magazines. The radio played softly in the background.

"I am totally new to having a girlfriend, and by girlfriend, I mean platonic girlfriend," Robin said.

"Well, that's one thing we got in common, I don't think I've ever had a girl who's just a friend," Steve said.

"What about Perkins?" Robin asked.

"She doesn't count, I hated her. She's the reason Tommy became such an asshole," Steve said.

"Hm, yeah," Robin said and paused. "So, how close were you and Tommy?"

"Well, we were friends since we were eight. We pretty much bonded over the fact that we both had assholes for fathers. We shared everything and told each other everything. He told me about his first crush, and I told him about my first crush. We practiced kissing, practiced having sex, and when I got first kiss, I told him immediately," Steve said.

"Woah, woah, woah! Back it up!" Robin exclaimed, and she closed the nail polish. "What the fuck do you mean you practiced kissing and having sex with Tommy Hagan?"

"Exactly what it means," Steve said, rolling his eyes. "We hadn't gotten girlfriends yet, and we wanted to get good before we did. It doesn't mean anything. We like women, so it didn't count."

"It still counts!" Robin shrieked. "Did you or did you not put your lips on Tommy's?"

"Yeah, and I also let Tommy put his dick in my ass. I was basically his pillow," Steve said as he continued to casually flip through the magazine. "It doesn't count if you're not gay, Robin."

"It doesn't work like that! Steve Harrington, the first time you had sex was with Tommy Hagan!" Robin exclaimed.

"It was not!" Steve exclaimed, throwing down the magazine.

"Was too!" She yelled.

"Was not!" Steve yelled.

"Okay! So, let's say if I kissed you right now. . .," Robin said.

"Wouldn't count as your first kiss, you're a lesbian and I'm straight," Steve said.

Robin grinned, a manic look in her eye. She pulled her hand back and slapped Steve across the face. He screamed.

"Didn't count! I'm a lesbian and you're straight!" Robin yelled.

"Okay, okay, I see your point. Jesus, did you have to hit me so hard?" Steve asked, rubbing his red cheek.

"Yeah, dingus, I did," Robin said.

"Okay, so my first kiss was with Tommy, and I lost my virginity. We're not gay, though," Steve said.

"No, just desperate and very horny teenagers, apparently," Robin rolled her eyes. "I can't believe you had gay sex before me, and you're not even gay. I bet you pictured some blond with big boobies."

"Well, no, actually," Steve shrugged.

"Hm, what do you mean?" Robin asked.

"I didn't have to picture a woman. I liked it," Steve shrugged.

"You liked it?!" Robin asked.

"Well, I am a man, Robin," Steve said.

"Uh, except not every man likes it when another man rams it up his asshole," Robin said. "Okay, I kind of wish I had been more delicate about this, but I didn't know this was you being in denial kind of situation."

"I'm straight, Robin, I like women," Steve said.

"Yeah, and did you know that you can like men and women?" Robin asked.

"What?" Steve asked.

Robin smiled and got up to pull out a box from underneath her bed. She pulled out a magazine and tossed it at Steve.

"Read it, study it, learn from it," Robin said.

Steve looked at it quizzically for a moment before opening it. He stared at it for the longest time before finally closing it.

"I am an idiot," Steve said.

"No, you're not. You just didn't know," she said softly.

"Bisexual," Steve whispered, and then he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Oh my god, this whole time, I thought I lost my virginity to Chrissy Cunningham."

"Chrissy Cunningham?" Robin asked.

"Uh, we used to hang out all the time before she started dating Jason Carver," Steve said. "Our parents ran in the same circles."

"Well, you know, I guess you could say you lost your guy virginity to Tommy Hagan and your girl virginity to Chrissy Cunningham," Robin said.

"Yeah, that's true," Steve grinned. "Thanks, Robin, and especially thank you for giving me that slap. I definitely needed it."

"Anytime that you want me to hit you, I'm your woman," Robin replied.

They moved towards Robin's window sill and sat on it, opening a window to get some fresh air.

"You know this means that I'm not straight," Steve said.

"Something else we have in common," she said.

"You ever wonder how many out there who are like me and who just don't know?" he asked as he looked up at the moon. "Here in Hawkins, I mean."

"Probably a lot more than we think," Robin said. "And they're out there, sitting in their closets wondering if they're ever going escape themselves or be rescued."

"Isn't crazy how we found ourselves?" Steve said.

"Maybe queer people just end up finding each other," Robin said.

"Well, maybe they'll find their way out themselves," Steve said and then he looked her, hazel eyes twinkling in the moonlight. "Seriously, Robin, thank you."

"You did that yourself, you know, you just needed a nudge. I mean, you could have told me to go fuck myself and continued to live in denial," Robin said. "You're a lot smarter than you give yourself credit for."

Steve smiled bashfully and glanced back at the moon. He looked at her, with tears in his eyes.

"Is it possible to be platonically in love with someone?" he asked.

"I think anything is possible," she said. "I think it's a definite because I know that I'm absolutely, platonically in love with you."

They dangled their feet out the window and leaned against each other, Steve resting his head on top of Robin's.

"I wish I'd known you sooner," he whispered.

"I wish I'd known you sooner, too," she whispered back.

They were here now, though, and absolutely nothing could get in between them.

Part Two

[bigfootsboytoy]

Robin is positive that Steve isn't straight. At first, she thought she was projecting. Maybe she just wanted to share another aspect of herself with her best friend, but no. She's very confident now. The way Steve acts sometimes makes it so obvious. He's listened to her talk about how scary it is, being a lesbian in a town like Hawkins, and he talks to her about it like he undertands, even if he doesn't realize it. She roped him into watching a movie with a gay couple in it, and Steve's eyes lit up seeing two men kiss on screen. He once cracked a joke about going on a date with a guy that sounded far too sincere to be a joke. She knows, deep in the depths of her very soul, that Steve is a little bit queer.

And she could prove it if she could just figure out what his type is

She's been doing research, real genuine research into what male celebrities are considered hot. Finding movies with said supposedly hot men and making Steve watch them with her. But there's nothing! No reaction, not even the slightest blush when Harrison Ford was sweaty and shirtless right before his eyes. It isn't until she gets him to watch Rocky Horror that she finally catches something. Tim Curry in all his fishnet-clad glory brings a flush to Steve's cheeks. One that gets even worse when the character dons a leather jacket halfway through. It isn't much, but it's enough.

She mentally tallys everything about Tim Curry in that movie. Dark eyes, curls, makeup, tights, and especially the leather. She tries not to get her hopes up too high, knows that Tim Curry was wearing feminine clothes and makeup in the movie, so maybe Steve was just thrown off and confused, but it's a start at least. She makes a new list of movies, and pays close attention to his reactions.

The real breakthroughs come with The Lost Boys and The Breakfast Club. Lost Boys had been planned, one of her choices designed to illicit a response from Steve. Lots of pretty boys, some with dark curly hair, some with big dark eyes, and quite a few wearing leather jackets. Steve had been interested, that was for sure, a lot more than he had in the other movies she'd shown him. The Breakfast Club was a surprise. It had been one of Steve's picks, and Robin hadn't even been paying close attention. But it was impossible to miss the way Steve's eyes shot to the screen every time John Bender was speaking.

So, Robin has an answer. Steve Harrington liked bad boys. Men with dark hair and dark eyes, clad in leather with attitude for miles. Not what she had been expecting, but she's delighted, to say the least.

The delight only grows when Eddie Munson comes into their lives, and she gets a front row seat to Steve Harrington's Big Gay Meltdown. Eddie ticks off all Steve's boxes. Dark curly hair, big brown doe eyes, leather and denim from head to toe, and he has the attitude. But he checks off other boxes too, ones Robin hadn't even realized existed. He checks off the 'great big nerd' box. Because when she thinks about it, yes. Steve surrounds himself with exclusively nerds. He checks off the 'good with kids' box effortlessly, to the point that Robin almost screams when she hears Steve telling Nancy about his six kids and a winnebago dream, because Eddie basically already has part-time custody of Steve's weird gaggle of gremlin children. He tickes off the 'queer as fuck' box too, if Robin's judgement is any good, and she was pretty sure it was. The bandana in his pocket seems like a pretty good sign, if the zines she had smuggled on a family trip to Indy were to be trusted.

Eddie Munson is perfect for Steve, in every way possible, Robin is sure of it. So needless to say, shes thrilled when Steve finally, FINALLY pulls her into the crappy little bathroom at Family Video and asks her how she realized she was gay. This is going to be the start of a beautiful little journey for them both, Robin is going to welcome it with open arms.

Part 2

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

The Only One

Steve Harrington x Reader.

Summary; I was watching Stranger Things earlier and the part where Nancy is in the trance that Vecna has her under and all I can think about is writing a similar story with the reader (like it's you it happens to instead of Nancy) and Steve freaking out.

You've been sleeping together for a while, it's just casual to him at least but you're falling for him but don't want to tell him, especially with all the shit going on in The Upside Down and Hawkins and with Steve and Nancy kinda connecting again.

Steve realises when he thinks he's going to lose you that he loves you and not Nancy and he confesses he loves you just as Vecna's hold on you breaks.

Warnings; Angst with a happy ending. 18+ minors dni

I don't give anyone permission to copy, reuse or repost my work.

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The relationship between you and Steve had started a few months ago, both of you growing closer since July 4th last year.

The first night you slept together was a combination of Steve bemoaning a string of bad dates he had went on with a girl called Demi and you wanting to forget all the nightmares surrounding July 4th for a little while.

Then it snowballed to meeting up regularly, sneaking around during your shifts together at Family Video.

Honestly, the sex was mind blowing and the more you lost yourself in Steve, talking to each other until the early morning, getting to know him the more you fell for him.

Yet you kept quiet even as the new threat plaguing Hawkins was in full force.

It was no time to confess feelings, not now.

The new threat, Vecna. It drew Nancy and Steve together again, the unresolved tension hung in the air and you could only watch your stomach sinking as Steve gazed at Nancy.

He still loved her. He would never love you and it broke your heart.

Nancy dove right after Steve as fast as you did when he was pulled under water by the vines and into The Upside Down.

You saw the looks as she tended to his wounds after the demo bat attack, the way he reached for her when earthquakes rocked the Upside Down.

Every interaction tore your heart in two and yet you couldn't say a thing because no one knew about you and Steve.

Let's face it even if they did it's not like you could compare to Nancy. She was the first girl Steve loved, she was special.

You were just an outlet to him. Even if sometimes you thought that his feelings for you were deepening it was most likely wishful thinking on your part.

It didn't matter though, not now. Not when you had a possible brewing apocalypse to help stop.

So you pushed your broken heart aside.

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You didn't know what happened. One minute you were climbing the rope made of bedsheets that Dustin had fashioned to help aid your way out of The Upside Down.

The next minute everything changed and you were falling through the air into nothingness, hearing the faint echoes of Steve calling your name fading away.

When you finally landed after what feels like hours, you're at the mall standing up shakily as fireworks burst around you.

Anna your friend who died last year near the mall, flayed just like all the other poor souls who had lost their life is currently walking towards you with a soft smile on her features.

Memories from last summer flood through you, how she died.

She was heading to the mall to pick you up from your shift at the small boutique clothing store but unbeknownst to her you were with the Scoop Troop at the time when you were meant to be finishing your shift and meeting her.

On the way there she had met Billy and it was too late for her, she had joined the flayed.

Guilt filled you up inside because you hadn't told her what had been going on with Billy, no matter if she thought it crazy or unbelievable if she knew what was really going on in Hawkins then she wouldn't have been out in the first place.

You were with Dustin, Erica, Robin and Steve at the time, pulled into the Scoop Troops mission to decode a translation that Dustin had heard on the radio.

You were friends with Robin and she reached out for your help in decoding the saying as both of you learnt many languages.

Everything after that was a blur, investigating that delivery company, being trapped in the lift that plunged down to the depths of Starcourt mall, being captured by Russians, Steve taking a beating for you and Robin...

Helping Dustin's friend El from Billy and that horrifying monster from trying to kill her, it was terrifying, your heart hammering in your chest as you were introduced to the horrors of living in Hawkins.

Another dimension of sorts right under your feet.

Anna walks over to you and your frozen on the spot. When Anna was confirmed to be part of the many people that died as the part of the Flayed, you were inconsolable.

The guilt plagued you, survivors guilt the counsellor had told you when you spoke about Anna to her briefly.

"Why didn't you mention what was happening? You knew what was going on in Hawkins with Billy, that monster and yet and not once did you mention anything to me?"

The words eat away at you and tears roll down your cheeks because you could have said something, found Anna and warned her once you escaped from the Russians but you didn't.

Between being drugged by the Russians, to escaping them and then all the shit that followed everything was focused on the absolute nightmare you and the rest of the Scoop Troop found yourself in.

But what if you had managed to find Anna somehow? It was irrational as there was no time but your mind constantly clung to the what ifs?

"There was no time, I'm so sorry, I wish I could have found some way to save you. Every day I think of what I could have done...I"

The smile from her face slips and anger flashes across her features.

"Lies! You could have but you didn't! You'd rather run around with Steve Harrington!

I bet you're so happy right now that his attention is all on you, sleeping with him to dull the fact that you're a bad friend, the guilt eating away at you"

Sobs escape your lips and you shake your head desperate for her to understand but she grips your arms tight, shaking you.

The smile is back but it's eerie, it makes your stomach bottom out.

"No matter, you'll die soon too, you all will" the voice that speaks isn't Anna this time. No, this voice sends chills down your spine and Anna morphs into a thing of nightmares.

The evil that killed Chrissy, Jordan and Freddie. Who had cursed Max.

Vecna.

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You're someplace new now, surrounded by the bodies of people, children, teens and adults blooded and dead on the floor.

Fear pulses through you as you run through the halls. There's a sinking feeling inside you that this is where El was kept and experimented on, the others like her.

Sadness aches deep in your bones. What happened here?

Growls fill the air and fear roots you to the spot as Vecna approaches and calls your name.

No matter where you run it's no use because he will find you, even as you try desperately to move the boards blocking off the door you know it's no use.

Still, every instinct in you compels you to fight, to escape.

Vines snake their way up your jeans and tighten around your skin before you can stop it.

They wrap around your legs and your arms to keep you in place.

Vecna walks slowly towards you, and your heart pounds in your chest.

"It's time for me to show you who I am. What is coming. You can't escape it. Victory will be mine" his fingers latch onto your face and visions flash through your mind.

Vecna was Henry , Victor Creels, son, he was the cause of the physiological torture of his family, of his mother and sisters deaths.

Brenner found Henry at the hospital when the power overwhelmed him, fabricating that Henry died in a coma when in reality he became Brenners first test subject.

001

Then there's flashes of things, all of it leading up to a fight of powers between El and 001 after he murdered all the others like El, the doctors and scientists.

El refusing to join him to rid the world of mankind.

Then she sees how he became Vecna, how he first ended up in The Upside Down, his hatred for humans, thirst for revenge palpable.

Then the vision changes.

Death, screaming, blood everywhere. The bodies of your parents, of Robin and Steve lay dead as monsters ravage Hawkins.

This is Vecna's endgame. To open the gates between Hawkins and The Upside Down for good. To unleash hell.

Steves voice is calling to you. You hear it barely at first but it grows stronger.

I love you.

It must be a trick, a torture method of Vecna's because you know that isn't true. Steve doesn't love you.

At that moment the thrall you are under breaks and you are back in The Upside Down with Steve gasping for breath and shaking from what you have seen.

❤️

At the very second you were under Vecna's curse in The Upside Down, Steve had gestured for you to go next to climb the rope and get out of the hell scape you were in but when you don't respond he turns to you in confusion.

Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, your body twitching and it feels like there is ice in his veins as realises that Vecna has invaded your mind.

The curse. Pure fear shoots through him and he swears his heart almost stops and he rushes to you, shaking you and shouting your name.

Confused voices echo from above as he sees Dustin, Nancy and Eddie peer down at you and him in worry.

"Get tapes, anything you can! Now!" he yells at them as he begs you to snap out of the trance.

"Please, please sweetheart"

Were you going to die? The thought of your body broken, limbs bent in unnatural angles, just gone... almost breaks him.

The thought of not seeing you smile, hearing you giggle at his lame jokes or curling up beside him, head rested on his chest terrifies him.

"Baby, please. Can you hear me?" he begs but it's like talking to a brick wall. You don't respond just stay under the trance and Steve just for a few seconds feels numb with agony.

Quickly he snaps out of it. No, he will reach you and you'll be fine he tells himself even when it feels like he can't breathe and dread and panic clouds his mind.

He can hear the faint sounds from up in Eddie's trailer and he shouts for the others to hurry.

There has to be something in the Munson trailer to use, some tape that Munson has that possibly includes your favourite song.

As he thinks of this he knows it's a long shot because your musical tastes and Eddie's were worlds apart.

You sang along to Blondie or Madonna, danced around your room to Duran Duran and The Beatles, tapes of Journey, AC/DC, would Munson have something of them?

He knows your favourite song though, it comes to him as he remembers you singing it in his car when he picked you and Robin up one day.

Crazy for you- Madonna. Frantically he shouts to the others to find the tape with Crazy for You on it, even though he knows deep down Munson won't have anything like it.

Time is running out and he's desperate, begs you to wake.

"I can't lose you, sweetheart. Come back to me please come back to me"

It's then he realized something that he's known deep down for a while and yet never fully accepted until now.

Nancy and him could never work, not again. They were too different, yeah they needed to clear the air between them, many things were left unresolved but there was no going back.

He didn't want Nancy back because he had moved on. Over the last few months, he had slowly fallen in love with you.

It was you who he wanted to be with. It was you who he loved.

"I love you, sweetheart, come back to me. I love you" he calls to you.

He startles as you come out of your trance and he catches you before you drop to the ground.

Relief floods through him and he cradles you to his chest. Did you hear his confession? What had happened when you were under Vecna's spell?

"Steve" you choke out as tears run down your cheek and he wipes them away tenderly.

"I'm here honey, I'm here"

❤️

Somehow Steve had managed to get you and him out of the Upside Down and when you woke up to Nancy and Max kneeling next to you the vision Vecna showed you comes to the forefront.

"What happened?" Nancy asks kindly and you recall everything that occurred, leaving nothing out.

Everything Vecna showed you. Including the vision that would haunt your dreams.

"All I could see was death everywhere, cracks along Hawkins splitting the town in half, monsters and darkness and my parents were dead... Robin and... Steve" he is at you at once and his hand entwines with yours.

"It was what would happen if Vecna won, if Max died and the gates opened. Hell would follow, death. We can't let that happen" you say and your voice goes stronger, fiercer.

It was time to save Hawkins, save Max and avenge Chrissy, Jordan and Freddies death.

❤️

A few days had passed since Vecna's defeat, The Upside Down being gone for good.

Eddie was recovering in hospital, Hopper miraculously back from the dead had taken on the role of sheriff and cleared Eddie of any involvement in Chrissy, Jordan and Freddie's deaths.

Max was recovering in hospital as well, she almost didn't make it when she was under Vecna's curse but somehow, by some miracle El's powers had come back and even in California she helped Max.

All of you banded together to weaken Vecna but El delivered the killing blow that destroyed the mind flyer and The Upside for good.

Now she was back along with Hopper, Joyce, Murray, Jonathan and Will.

Also, their friend Argyle who you liked immediately, the guy knew how to chill out.

There's a light tapping on your window and you peer up and giggle at what you see.

Steve was perched outside your window, flowers in hand and you smile as you open the window and let him inside.

"You could just use the front door you know" he shrugs, looking nervous.

"Where's the fun in that? He jokes and sits down, I spoke to Nancy, was long overdue. Cleared up some things"

Was he here to tell you he was back together with Nancy? You want so desperately to tell him you love him but what would be the point?

It would just add to his confusion, make him feel guilty he didn't return your feelings and you didn't want that.

His expression is tender and he stares down at you.

"Are you and Nancy together again?" you blurt out and he softens and shakes his head.

"No honey we aren't" This wasn't what you expected to hear.

"I don't understand. You still love her?" he settles beside you on the bed.

"We talked a lot. Both of us realised we would never work. I don't love Nancy, she's the past sweetheart. We both agreed that"

He hands you the flowers and something akin to hope blooms in your chest.

"I didn't see any of this coming you know? Getting to know you better, us being together. I didn't expect to fall in love with you but I did"

He loved you. What you heard wasn't a trick. He truly loved you.

"When I thought I was going to lose you I told you, I don't know if you even heard me" he murmurs and you take his hands on yours feeling giddy.

"I heard. Shit, I thought it was some torture trick from Vecna and all along it really was you?" his lips press to your forehead.

"I'm sorry it took so long for me to realise sweetheart, sorry you thought I still loved Nancy when it's you I want, only you sweetheart"

Gently you touch his cheek, wincing as you gaze at the scar around his throat, the scar made by the Demobats tail.

"Does it still hurt?" you ask worriedly and he nods as you press a tender kiss near it.

"Sometimes, not now though" his arms wrap around you and he pulls you onto his knee.

"I love you, Steve, so much. I've been wanting to tell you for so long" he smiles as his head rests on top of yours.

"How about a date tomorrow? A chance to spoil my girl, dinner and a movie?" you agree to this and the joy in the air is palpable, you would discuss paying half for the date tomorrow even if Steve would argue against it.

For now, you just let the glow of happiness fill you.

"It's a date"

❤️

[sunny-mercya]

Intrigued

Trafalgar Law x Male Reader

Fandom -> One Piece

Masterlist

Law didn't thought you would considered and accepting his offer of going with him to the Auction House.

It was a pure coincidence of luck that Law had saw you walking through Grove 10. Looking semi lost, as you checked the paper in your hands over and over again. Amusing of a sight it was for Law.

Law had read about you; you might didn't count to the Eleven Supernovas—like how your Captain Monkey D. Luffy and Crew member Roronoa Zoro and himself does—but you were known by another group name,

Sea Devils. Is what they call Nico Robin and you (3 others pirates were counted to it, but for Law too unimportant to remember) After all the both of you had demonic auras and Marines—perhaps even the Government—fears you just as they do with the Supernovas.

But in all honestly, Law came to a disappointing conclusion, that you didn't look anything remotely threatening at all.

Marines truly fear everything and anything, such cowards they are for sure.

And neither did you look demonic or devil like at all. Innocently human being you were, but then again it could be just a act, you belonged to the Strawhat—so you were strong.

Still, you had piqued Laws interest. He found you intriguing enough to walk up to you and made some idle small talk chatter.

«Mind joining me to the upcoming Auction today? Your Captain and co will probably be there too.»

«Why not, it would save me some endlessly walking and getting more lost.»

~~~

Sitting next to Law, he had causally slung an arm around your shoulders. You didn't mind it, knowing that Law wouldn't do anything to you and if he does, Luffys gonna cause, which he usually does though, some havoc then.

«Are they auctioned Antiques or weapons here?» you asked Law, tapping your fingers onto your thighs, feeling bored from all the waiting. They surely like to take their time till they start the auction.

«Antiques? In way you could say that.» Law wonders if you were simply that naive or never been at a auctions house at all.

Pulling you more into his side, Law turned his head to look at someone behind. You do too and stared into Eustass Kids scowling face. You assumed it was Kid, only having seeing his wanted poster once or twice in the newspapers.

«Eustass does really reminds me of a angry matchstick tho,» the comment easily left your lips and Law grinned, having to hold back a laugh. There was a certain truth about what you said.

Kids scowl deepens, turning more into a angry mimic, when Law has giving him the middle finger. Turning back to you to whisper something in your ear.

Tsk. Getting all friendly with a Strawhat member and one of the Sea Devils nonetheless, some nerve this Trafalgar Law asshole had—thought Kid, scoffing and turning his attention back to the podium.

~~~

Nami was just a tiny bit shocked to see you already sitting in the auction house, next to one of the 11 Supernovas. So causal and close to one another, someone might think you two were intimate with each other.

Nami waved back at you, when you waved first—smiling happily upon noticing her and the others—managing a smile, besides the imitating aura some of the people give off. As long as you looked reasonably relaxed, it's fine she guess.

«Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome the Sabaody Auction! Today we will start right away with a special and rare goods of rarity! I present you; Number 10, a Mermaid!»

The people applauded and started to bid their prices already, but Law didn't care for that at the moment. His completely attention was on you now.

The moment the auctioneer has said Mermaid, your whole body has tensed, sitting more uptight now. Fist clenched and that angry scowl on your face, almost a twin expression of Kid, tells Law that this Mermaid was a friend of you.

«You didn't told me they're selling Humans.» you snarled in a whisper at Law.

Law was about to answer, but hadn't the chance, since Strawhat Luffy decided to cause a kind of havoc, which probably no one would think to dare to do.

Punching a Celestial Dragon, could be counted as a possible death wish and yet, Law wonders how dumb a person truly could be, Luffy did commit such crime.

Law couldn't care less about those Celestials, but he wasn't in the mood to fight against an Admiral right now.

«Excuse me?! What did you say?!» your voice had brought Law out of his cloud of thoughts. Now you just looked murderous mad.

Law catches your wirst, when you stood abruptly up. Whatever the Marine Commodore had just said, it seemed to trigger you.

«[Name]-ya, don't.» Law shook his head, tighten his grip around your wrist. That scornful glance you were giving him, wasn't making Law to bug off. It would cause far more unnecessary problems, if you were about to punch a Commodore now.

Shaking your hand out of Laws grip, you marched up to the Commodore. Standing in front of Luffy, your captain, like a shield.

Law waved Bepo off, who has gotten anxious, probably sensing your "demonic" aura, the moment he saw the pure raging fury in your eyes.

«Calm down Bepo, lets just see what happen next.» If Law was honest, he does find a certain appealing to your anger. Makes you look hot.

~~~

At first you thought you had misheard what the Commodore just had said, but that couldn't be the case. He said with so much pride, so causally as if it was a normal occurrence to do.

From time to time you would get angry, everyone does. You got angry when two of your Sisters fights against you—back in Alubarna and Enies Lobby—in a way to persuade you to go back home, where Mother was, when the CP9 has taken Robin away from you.

Anger was part of the humans nature, a necessary emotion.

But this? This wasn't anger what you currently feel anymore. It was something else, something bigger and they more you repeat those words, you just heard, the more it bubbles up.

«I dare you to repeat that again!»

«[Name], don't do anyways irrational now—» spoke up Nami, fearing the worst already,

«Stay out of it Nami!» you snapped at her, attention back on the Commodore in front of you. Nami flinched visibly at this, never had you yelled at her like this, shouted out of worry or sometimes because of irritations and sleep depravedness, yes, but never with such anger—no, deadly rage in it.

«HOW DARE YOU TO TELL ME THAT THIS IS LEGALLY AND MORALLY RIGHT? SELLING HUMANS AS A OBJECT?! DON'T YOU HAVE ANY SHAME?!»

They kidnapped Camie because she is a Mermaid, from a different race, but she was still a Human being. Humans are humans, no matter what race.

And that the Marines, who boasting pridefully about justice, are supporting this—was more than just disappointing

«YOU MARINES FUCKING DISGUST ME! DON'T SPEAK OF JUSTICE IF YOU DON'T HAVE ANY AT ALL!»

In a swift motion you stretched your hand out in front of the Commodore and one moment later, with a blast of air, you have send him flying till the far back and beyond that.

«The next one of you marine fuckers, who dares to tell me something about justice, will get bashed into hell.»

Kid nodded his head impressed, whistling even. He was skeptical at first about you and that silly high bounty the Marine has put on you, but it truly was justified—just like the nickname and your place in Sea Devil, honestly, you could be one of the Supernovas too even.

Kid watches with amusement, how you bashed another Marine into the ground, with such a force and accuracy—that only a whole was left.

«Gotta say, that Chibi there is surely a interesting fella.» comment Kid to killer, smirking smugly at Law, when the Surgeon of Death had send him another glare for whistling again.

~~~

It was minutes after the short fight you had with Luffy, Law and Kid against the Marines Soldiers and your Uncle.

��Hey Law! See you in the New World!» you shouted at him, snipping your fingers and running after Luffy and the others.

Law couldn't wait too see you again. It gave him a new sense of rush.

[bookshelf-dust]

you've ruined everything.

billy hargrove x fem!reader

word count: 2,867

warnings: swearing, kissing, mentions of past/ongoing trauma, brief smoking, mentions of death, vecna (yes he counts), a pretty violent kill just not described in graphic detail, billy and reader are a mess

requested here

a/n: sylvia, this one's for you (really hope you read that in eddie's voice). so i kind of ended up with a recreation of some season two moments during the plot of season four, if that makes any sense. for context: everyone is still in hawkins, billy is upside-down-aware, everyone is chill with each other. this was my attempt at something riveting, but i don't know if that's what i accomplished. sidenote: for vecna's end, i want you to picture the endings of david in the lost boys or top dollar in the crow (sorry if those are spoilers). i hope you enjoy this!! <333

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"Max..." Vecna's voice felt like a shiver. Max felt it skate down her scalp, tickle the base of her spine. As if someone had poured ice water over her head.

It was almost funny that he'd chosen her, really. She should've seen it coming.

This young, freshly traumatized girl. This girl who'd been dealt a shitty hand: uprooted from her father, from her hometown, disputed over by new friends. Best of all, she'd watched her brother get ripped apart—mentally and physically. Yeah, he'd lived, but Starcourt had still happened.

Maybe the Mindflayer was dead, but at what cost? Obviously their efforts had been in vain if Vecna was running amuck. But this time, it didn't seem like anything could be fixed. It felt like Vecna was the end.

"Your time...is almost at an end." His voice reverberated around the concrete walls of the school hallway. At least she’d thought it had.

“Max!” You were snapping your fingers in her face, an aggressive gesture, a tone in your voice you’d never used with her. It had been in her head. He’d been in her head.

Max’s headphones hadn’t left her ears since Nancy and Robin told you that music worked. That it’d saved Victor Creel (for the most part). And it would damn well save Max.

But He was getting angry. Vecna didn’t approve of your tactics. He didn’t like your plan.

Save Max. Save Max. Save Max.

So He flipped another page. Swept down another path. He looked into you. Listened.

That boy from the summer. Billy, was it? He’d hid something away. Tucked it nice and snug in the back of his mind. You.

You’d do just fine.

Vecna closed his eyes, let the vines do their job. Let them tether him to your world. He felt through that red blur, felt for you. Found himself sifting through your memories.

"Billy, would you please sit still? You fucking popped at stitch." You sounded aggravated with him, but you'd kissed the angry skin on his side anyhow.

He caught glimpses of you and that boy.

"Max, you have to tell Billy these things. He needs to know how you feel." Max hadn't known how to tell the boy how scared she'd been when she thought she'd lose him.

It seemed you played a great role in both of their lives. He wondered why he hadn't chosen you to begin with.

It seemed a different approach would be necessary this time. Messing with your mind clearly wasn't going to be the best move. Not like it had been for Chrissy. For Fred. For Patrick. Max.

So He started appearing for you. Showing himself off. Making himself known to you.

God, He was like a shadow.

The first time you'd been in the car with Steve. A glance in the rearview mirror and Vecna was in the backseat. You would've laughed at the odd manner of the situation, if it weren't for the way the monster was looking at you.

Like you were a hindrance.

You'd jumped, causing Steve to jump, but you'd gotten him to brush it off, keep his eyes on the road.

The more Vecna showed up, the more you understood what he was playing at.

He was outside the gym the night of the championship game when you'd gone out to get some air, the bleachers being way too crowded and sweaty for your liking. Billy had offered to go with you, but you knew he was much to invested in Lucas winning the Tigers the game.

You didn't even flinch when you heard that growl--familiar at this point. In fact, you patted your pockets, grabbing hold of the pack of Marlboros and the lighter Billy had shoved in your jacket earlier.

The spark caught, a little flame igniting, and you lit a cigarette. Watched as he made his way towards you. He really was ugly.

"You've ruined everything."

You felt it that time. How Max had described the way Vecna's voice carried.

To you, though, it felt like when someone lights a fuse, when you watch the flame snake up up up. And then it stops. There’s just no boom. It simply feels like the empty space after the firework goes off, the air dead quiet. You thought you could get used to the feeling if need be.

Of course, you didn’t tell anyone about this. About your experiences.

Not like Max had. Like Billy that night last summer when he’d dialed your number, hands sweating and shaking, in the telephone booth.

This wasn’t about you. This was about keeping Hawkins safe. Keeping Max and Eddie safe.

You didn’t tell anyone except Will. You thought he’d understand that instinct to not worry anyone else, and he did. Be able to tell you anything that might help. But then you realized you were burdening him with all of this, and you quit.

But your friends had started to notice when nothing was happening to Max—when she made it past the week mark, when the symptoms had stopped.

No way it was that easy. That, what, Vecna had just given up? No. It was never that simple.

————

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.” Steve stomped down the stairs, swung the door open.

He was met with you.

“Why are you sweaty?” Steve propped his arm up against the door frame.

“Don’t worry about it. Where’s the bat?”

“Huh?” Sometimes you thought he really did need to be told everything.

“Nancy’s bat. The one with the nails?” You waved your hands above your head for emphasis. I need to borrow it. Please.”

“That’s my bat.” Steve set his hands on his hips, his most common motherly gesture.

“No, Steve. It’s Nancy’s. You took it at Jonathan’s house, remember? Fuck, okay. That’s not important. Would you just get me the damn thing?”

Steve obliged, though slightly frightened by what you could need it for, but, frankly, he thought you were a badass and could handle whatever it was.

He marched back up the stairs to his room, leaving you in the doorway. You heard him mumble along the way. “Nancy’s bat my ass. ‘S totally my bat. I’ve used it way more.”

————

Will was panicking. He’d always been good at keeping secrets; he did it nearly every day of his life. But he cared about you. You were like a sister to him. And he understood why you’d come to him, and even why you’d stopped, but when Steve called the Byers residence in question of why you might need a bat, he entered full freak-out-mode.

He had this image in his head of you being all alone, trying to fight this thing, and it made him sick. He didn't need to feel for the goosebumps on the back of his neck to know that it wasn't just in his head.

His hands were sweating as he picked up the phone, dialed Max's number.

"Hello?"

"I need to talk to your brother."

"Will? Why do you need to talk to Billy?"

Will could hear muffled music around the sound of Max's voice, so obviously Billy was home.

"It's about Y/N. I think something bad is going to happen. I think she's going to die."

————

Steve lazily rose from the couch, pausing the television. He followed the obsessive knocking once again, raising his hands in surrender though no one could see him. "Alright! Jesus, I'm coming, I'm coming. Can't you people just leave me alone for a while?"

This time, when he swung the door open, he was met with none other than Billy Hargrove. The apparition of such a creature was so odd to him, that Steve laughed. Actually laughed. Billy did not like this.

"Shut the hell up, Harrington." Steve did, but only because he didn't like the look on the blonde's face--like something was wrong. He realized that there was no reason for Billy to be here other than if something was wrong.

"I need your help." Steve had to bite his tongue. This was insane.

"Byers said that Y/N was here tonight, that she's gone off a-and I would fucking rip you a new one for not telling me about this Vecna shit, but I don't have time for that one right now. It's just that you guys have done this before, and I'm not exactly cut out to go off looking for her on my own--"

Steve cut him off, having never seen Billy ramble, or look remotely mentally distressed. "Hey, man, it's totally fine. I'll get a hold of Nancy, and you could go pick up Robin or something--look, we will figure it out, okay? I know this is a lot."

Billy shook his hands out, zipped up his jacket. He didn't like this. Not even a little bit. He wondered if this what it had been like for you when he'd been flayed: the constant buzz of fear, like you were gonna slip and fall away from him.

But he was also angry with you. You told him everything. This meant you'd been keeping something serious from him, and the both of you had worked so hard to get to a solid point in your relationship where all of your cards were on the table, no matter how shitty the hand was.

Sometimes it was just hard to be open.

Billy sat on the steps inside Steve's place, half registering that he was on the phone with Nancy who was simultaneously arguing with Mike.

There'd been a day once, back when he was still recovering, where he was sat on the edge of the tub, you with your knees pressed into the rug below you. You'd rubbed your hands together, trying to warm up the salve before you touched him. Billy's sides had always been ticklish, but that on top of the sensitivity of healing wounds meant you had to be very gentle with him.

Billy had tried to argue that he could do it himself, but he'd lost that battle, and let you at it.

"C'mere," you'd mumbled. You'd distracted him with a kiss while you moved your hands over some of deeper scars just below his ribs. He'd registered your palms being there, but he couldn't find it in himself to give a shit when your kiss told him he'd be okay.

You dipped your fingers back in the tub of medicine, spread them over a scar on his hip. "You're my favorite person in the whole world, Billy Hargrove." He'd scoffed.

"When I said you could tell me anything, I didn't mean cheesy shit like that."

The sound of the receiver being slammed back down snapped Billy out of his reverie.

Steve looked at Billy, put his hands on his hips. "Okay, Hargrove. Let's do this."

————

You'd parked your car a ways off from the quarry, and rock crunched under your feet as you made towards the edge overlooking the water.

This was the best place for you be be alone that you could think of. The moon was full tonight, the light shining over the water. It was beautiful in the way that the lights in the mall had been beautiful that night last summer.

You paced, waiting for him. The bat was heavy in your hand as you swung it back and forth, what with the nails jammed into the wood, listening to the swooshing sound it made in the night air.

You weren't entirely sure why you'd brought it, but the idea of coming out here empty handed felt unbelievably stupid.

Fog was rolling in over the water. Fitting.

And there he was. Big and writhing and evil. An image of Billy screaming flashed through your mind. Vecna had done that. Hurt your pretty baby.

"What are you doing out here, Y/N?"

"Thought we could have a little chat, you and me."

"Is that so? What makes you think you're so special as to get that kind of treatment?"

"Nothing, really. Thought we could make a deal. You seem to like me a whole lot, what with the trauma and all. I was thinking you take me. Leave Max and everyone else alone. I think you've had plenty of fun already."

"Oh, but there's always so much more fun to be had, Y/N."

But you'd caught that shift in his demeanor. Vecna hadn't expected you to give yourself up. Chrissy had run for her daddy. Fred for the hills. Patrick thought his friends could pick up the slack. But you. You were so different. So enticing.

You'd caught Lord Vecna off guard. Eddie would think it astronomically badass.

Your thumb shifted Billy's ring around your middle finger, the other hand still swishing Nancy's bat.

"I think it's pretty solid. Take me and do whatever it is that you think you need to do to feed that ego of yours. But stay the fuck away from my family. They've had enough."

"Yeah they have." Steve's voice. Steve's voice. You turned your head in time to see Billy hand the brunette a lighter before Vecna was alight, struggling for you, for anything.

But he looked shocked at the arrow that pierced his chest, and knocked him backwards. A fucking arrow. It had been Robin. The group of you gathered to watch Vecna fall. It was almost poetic, considering the way Henry had ended up in his alternate dimension.

Not so much when you mumbled, "Where the fuck did you get a bow, Buckley?"

"I tried to take up archery in middle school," she shrugged.

You watched Vecna burn from above, his body having impaled a stalagmite at the edge of the quarry floor. It felt almost ethereal.

You spun around, suddenly remembering that Billy was there. He was looking at you, but he was practically fuming. You hadn't seen him that angry in a long time. The rest of the group noticed, but Steve spoke first. "I think we oughta go make sure he's like, for sure, cooked."

Nancy eased the bat from your hands and smiled before pattering away.

"Billy, I--"

"Don't, Y/N. What the fuck were you thinking coming out here, huh?" He was an animated arguer, a hand gesture accompanying every frustrated word. But you didn't miss the glaze over his eyes. He'd obviously been worried sick.

"Oh, I don't know Billy, maybe that if he took me, that it wouldn't be Max. That it wouldn't be Dustin, or Eddie, or Steve's funeral that I'd be going to. That it wouldn't be fucking you lying dead somewhere!"

You'd moved closer to him in your haste.

"One sacrifice is better than a handful, Billy."

"No, Y/N, it's not!" Billy shouted, his words echoing around you. "If you die and I live, I'd have nothing. You have people that depend on you."

Billy's words knocked the wind out of you. You couldn't breathe.

"Billy."

"It's different for you. Your family needs you. Nobody needs me."

You stepped in front of him, taking his hand in yours. "I do. I need you."

A tear slipped down Billy's cheek, and you reached out to hold his face. He leaned into the weight of your palm, trying to control his breathing.

"Were you ever gonna tell me that you felt this way?" You asked him.

"Were you gonna tell me about Max or this Vecna creep or that you obviously thought it was okay for you to go off getting yourself killed?"

"Billy."

"Tell me. I need to know."

"Billy, I think you've got it all wrong. If I die, the rest of the group will go on. Steve and Robin and all of the kids. It doesn't make a difference if I'm here or not. I thought that by doing this, I could somehow fix it for them. For you. Make sure that your lives would be somehow different. Safer. That I'd be worth something."

"But you are. To me. You think I keep you around for no reason, Y/N? It's not like I love you or I need you or anything?"

"Yeah but I'm sure you c--"

"No, I fucking couldn't. There's no one else out there for me. Not one as good as you. As badass. You were shit talking him, weren't you?"

Billy laughed, but that didn't stop the tears laving over his freckles.

"Yeah. But, Billy, you gotta know that Max needs you. That Lucas needs you. Who's gonna teach him to be better than Steve, huh? Robin needs you. She wants to grow out a mullet, you know. I need you, Billy."

Billy wrapped his arms around your back, firm and warm.

"We're such fucking losers."

"Welcome to the club!" Robin's voice made you jump, and Billy's hand absentmindedly rubbed your back to soothe you.

"Shit, Rob! How long have you guys been back up here?"

"Long enough to hear all about your shared trauma." Nancy said, clapping her hands together happily.

Billy rolled his eyes and kissed you, his lips chapped and a little salty, but comforting nonetheless. He couldn't give a shit if Robin was making gagging noises behind him.

God, the two of you were so fucked up. But you were more than happy to be fucked up together.

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chronance | explicit | chapter 1: 6k tags: vampires nancy and robin, human chrissy, dom nancy, subs robin and chrissy, hooking up, angst and smut read on ao3

Chrissy has no idea what she's doing here.

Okay, that's a lie.

She's here because she needs to feel something other than the apathy and lingering dread she's been feeling lately.

She's here because she hasn't been doing well since the breakup. She's been just floating through the motions of her everyday life, stuck in this cycle of nothingness—she feels nothing most of the time, numb to it all.

And she heard that a vampire feeding from you is one of the most intense things humans can feel. She's heard it isn't always a good intense, but she's willing to take the risk to feel something at all.

So here she is.

Not even a full month after her breakup with Jason, finally pulling herself together enough to get out of the house and try doing something to jumpstart her, get her back to some semblance of normal.

She's felt lost since breaking up with him. She knew she didn't want to spend her life with him, but she feels like she doesn't know who she is without him. A big part of her identity up until now has been being a perfect girlfriend, a perfect daughter, a perfect friend.

A core tenet of her personality is shattered and the others are falling apart too. Her parents are disappointed in her for ending things with Jason despite seeing the bruise around her wrist when she told them. Her friends don't understand why she broke up with him either, even though she's told them multiple times about how he treats her, how he makes her feel like she doesn't matter.

She feels like she's lost so much and if everything is falling apart, why not self-destruct a little bit more?

This feels like she's doing something for herself for maybe the first time in her life, even if it is self-destructive. Nothing has ever been about her in her life, it's always about someone else—Jason or her parents or her "friends" who won't even speak to her now that she's poked a hole in the bubble that they live in.

So that's why she's here, at a feeder bar, wearing a slinky dress Jason bought her to wear to his company's Christmas party last year. She hadn't worn it because the back was too low and it was too tight, but she kept it shoved in the back of their closet—her closet now that he's gone.

She dug it out and dusted it off, pulling the skintight fabric up her body, donning the high heels she wore to one of Jason's work events.

Ugh. Everything in her life somehow leads back to him, still. She puts on the dress he bought her and the shoes she bought for his work event and gets a Lyft to the vamp district because he took the car when he left.

The driver asks her three times if she's sure she put in the right address.

She's sure.

Walking into the bar, she's less sure.

Her heart is in her throat, rabbiting fast in her chest like she's being hunted, like the eyes on her are assessing how easy of a prey she'll be.

She feels like prey. She's going to feed one of them tonight, maybe- maybe even more than that, so how could she not?

She's never had casual sex before and that fact is at the forefront of her mind as her heels clack on the hardwood floor of the bar.

She's been with Jason since high school and she's in her mid twenties now. She's never dated anyone but him. She's never fucked anyone but him.

That feels kind of pathetic right now. She's in her twenties and doesn't even really know what she likes. He never wanted to try things, never wanted to do anything except for the way that he liked it, even if she never got off that way.

She feels so out of her depth, this all feeling a lot scarier all of a sudden as she takes a seat at the bar. Maybe she should have started with a regular hook up before ramping it all the way up to seeking out a vampire, but she came all this way and she doesn't want to back out now.

The bartender is friendly, probably taking pity on her inability to conceal her nerves. She orders a mocktail, wanting to keep her wits about her, at least for this part.

She sips her drink when it comes, subtly trying to look around.

It's a Thursday, so she wasn't expecting many people to be here. There are groups of friends hanging out in booths, laughing together, single people at the bar like herself.

Just by looking from afar, she's not sure who's a vampire and who isn't.

The vampires here must know who's human, can smell their blood or maybe hear their heartbeat. She's not totally caught up on the intricacies of how vampires interact with humans.

But she supposes that's part of the thrill of coming to a place like this.

Unless someone flashes her a fang or something, she's not going to know who's a vampire and who's like her, trying to get bit.

She locks eyes with a guy down the bar and he grins at her, a feral thing, making her heart beat faster in her chest, her skin crawling.

She's doesn't like this, feeling pinned by his stare, watching as he sets his drink down and goes to stand up—

"Hey," a soft voice says in her ear and she breaks the eye contact, looking over her shoulder.

Two women are standing there, looking at her—she thinks they were at a booth when she came in.

"Oh, hi!" she says, grinning fake and wide, glancing back down the bar. The guy is seated again, his drink back in his hand.

Chrissy turns more fully towards the women who saved her from what was likely to be, at best, a very awkward encounter.

"I'm Robin," the taller one says. "And this is Nancy." She gestures to the woman next to her, all wild curly hair and red lipstick.

"Chrissy," she says softly.

"Do you want to come sit at our booth with us?" Nancy asks before running her tongue over one of her fangs. Chrissy feels faint, looking at Nancy's mouth. Her lipstick is blood red, stark against her pale skin.

She looks at Robin and when Robin smiles at her, her canines are slightly longer and sharper than a human's would be too. They're both vampires and Chrissy's face is flushing all of a sudden.

She says, "Yes," answering Nancy's question, getting up and grabbing her drink before following them over to the booth.

She sits across from them, feeling the weight of their stares, but it doesn't feel anything like the guy who was getting up to come talk to her.

It doesn't make her feel like an object, it just makes her feel seen and present and alive and. Wanted, maybe.

Robin breaks the silence, saying, "You're new here." A statement, not a question.

Chrissy nods, gulping. "This is my first time here, yes," she says, skirting around what she's really being asked.

Nancy hums, her eyes still piercing into Chrissy. She says, "Well, you're here for a reason. And your heart rate was erratic when that guy looked at you, so maybe we might have what you're looking for."

Chrissy stares at her. She hadn't considered that lesbian vampires existed. But looking at the easy way Robin and Nancy are leaning close together, the way they both came up to the bar to help her, she thinks she's looking at a pair of them right now.

"What do you mean exactly?" she asks anyway just to be sure she's reading this right.

Robin says, "You want someone to bite you, we've got two sets of fangs right here. You want someone to take you apart and piece you back together? Nancy does that better than anyone I've ever met."

A shiver runs down Chrissy's spine. At the thought of being taken apart, at the thought of both of them biting into her.

"Do you want to come home with us?" Nancy asks, cutting to the chase. They probably do this a lot, then, propositioning women who wander into the bar, wanting something their mundane human life can't offer them.

This isn't exactly how she saw her night going, but she was already determined to be reckless, so she might as well.

"Yes," she says decisively, sounding more confident than she feels.

She doesn't know if the myth that vampires can hear when you're lying is true, but either way, they're satisfied hearing that she wants to go with them.

Her mocktail sits half finished on the table as she slides out of the booth to follow them.

"We don't live very far," Robin says when they get outside, holding Nancy's hand in her own.

"Okay," Chrissy says, walking a step behind them on the small sidewalk.

"Are you from around here?" Nancy asks, looking back at her briefly.

"From here in the sense that this is the city I tell people I'm from because my tiny little town is kind of a blip on the map," she says, falling into step with them as they slow down as the sidewalk gets wider.

"We're also from a tiny town near here," Nancy says, her lips quirking up into a smile when Chrissy looks over at her.

This is easier than she thought it would be.

She feels like she should ask something- isn't that how it works with small talk? Someone asks you a question, you answer, and then you ask a question back.

Her mind is blank as she tries to summon any question to ask them, but luckily, they arrive at their place before the silence gets awkward.

They veer off the sidewalk down a stone path that leads to an ordinary looking apartment building. She's not sure what she was expecting- something lavish maybe. But so far, they just seem to be normal people.

Robin pulls the carabiner off her belt loop and swipes a fob on her keyring to open the front door.

The apartment is on the first floor, so she follows them and tries not to start panicking as Robin unlocks their door.

She has no idea what to do with a woman. She barely knows what to do with a man, but she has no experience with women or with vampires and she's kind of just jumping in feet first.

They lead her inside and it's- it's really cozy. Warm lighting and plush throw pillows and normal things that everyone has in their house.

She feels kind of silly for thinking their apartment would feel cold and clinical, that it might just feel like she was getting blood drawn at a doctor's office and nothing like she's read about online.

This is their home. They brought her back to their home.

"Sorry for the mess," Nancy says, looking chagrined as she tidies up the pile of mail that's overflowing out of a basket on the coffee table.

"It's okay," Chrissy says. "Your place is really nice."

She looks around, sees pictures hanging up of the two of them, sometimes with other people, sometimes alone - the one closest to her is just to two of them, Robin wrapping her arms around Nancy from behind, both of them grinning at the camera. It's nice. She can't remember the last time anyone took a picture of her smiling.

"Come sit," Nancy says, gesturing to the couch.

She sits down next to where Robin is already seated, feeling her temperature raise when Nancy sits down on the other side of her. She feels surrounded. She feels- not trapped, but caught, maybe. Caught by a couple of vampires who want her blood. She feels dizzy at the thought.

"So," Robin says, dragging out the 'o' sound. "How do you want to do this?"

"You were right that I want to be bitten. So you both can, you know, do that," Chrissy says awkwardly.

"Where would you like to be bitten?" Robin asks.

"Anywhere," Chrissy breathes out.

"And the other part?" Robin asks. If you want someone to take you apart and piece you back together...

Chrissy looks at Nancy, looks at her mouth, and she wants. She feels the want so deep inside of her, it feels like it might come spilling out. So she says, "Yes, to that too."

Nancy smiles, this smug little thing that has Chrissy squeezing her thighs together tighter. She looks like she wants to devour her. Chrissy wants it so much.

"You should, you know- you should also use your charm on me," she stutters out, blushing when Nancy raises her eyebrows. That was the other part of this that she looked up, a vampire's charm. It's why she sought out the feeder bar specifically.

She wants to feel good, wants to not have to be in control of her every micro expression for fear of someone getting mad at her.

"We should?" Nancy asks, leaning closer to her.

Chrissy nods. "I like it, like to feel- commanded," she says, as if she's done anything like this before. Her heart is beating so fast in her chest.

"Do you now?" Robin asked from her other side.

Chrissy looks over at her, noticing her dark pink lipstick. The shade is close to the one on Chrissy's own lips. If they — if they kissed, neither of the lips would look any different.

She looks at Robin's mouth and she thinks she wants her lipstick smeared all over her, staining her skin, both Robin's and Nancy's.

So she says, "Yes," a hint of desperation in her voice. It's what she wants. It's all she wants. To not have to think or make decisions when she doesn't know what she's doing. They've obviously done this before, so they should be the ones leading, the ones deciding how this goes.

They look at each other over Chrissy's shoulder. She glances between them and can't discern what they're silently discussing, but they seem to come to a decision without ever having spoken a word.

"Okay," Robin says. "We'll use our charm on you. But we'll check in with you every step of the way. Stoplight system work for you?"

Chrissy nods eagerly. Her online dive into what vampire bites feel like led her to a few racier websites, but a lot of them were educational, explaining kink and the like for beginners like her. She thinks she read enough to be safe.

And she feels safe with them, despite the thrumming in her gut, despite the fact that they're going to make her spill blood, probably sooner rather than later.

"Okay then," Nancy says. "Robin is going to charm you. In the bedroom."

She stands up and offers Chrissy her hand.

Chrissy takes it, letting her lead them all into the bedroom.

Her heart is beating fast, racing in her chest as Robin stands in front of her.

Her pupils bleed red a little as she says, "I want you to let us take care of you, can you do that for me?"

And Chrissy feels herself nodding.

"Can you take off your dress for us?" Robin asks.

Chrissy thought the feeling of a vampire's charm would be different, maybe that she would feel it more intensely. She feels lighter, almost, in her movements, her head a little fuzzy, as she slips the dress straps off her shoulders, but she still feels in control, like she could stop this at any moment if she wanted to.

She doesn't feel out of her body, like some people online have explained feeling, but there's a tingling sensation in her scalp so she knows it must be working.

It's possible that it's different for everyone, like the bites are. Maybe it doesn't feel like someone else is taking over completely for some people. Maybe some people just have this weird sensation wash over them like Chrissy's feeling right now.

She lets the dress slip down her torso and then pushes the tight fabric down her hips, letting it fall to the floor.

The look in Robin's eyes is hungry, like she's hungry for Chrissy. It makes something in Chrissy ache.

Nancy hums from somewhere behind her and Chrissy's cheeks burn. The thought of being looked at and judged, even if they like what they see, is a little overwhelming.

"You can take your heels off too," Robin says and Chrissy does it, the suggestion making her stumble trying to get her shoes off quick enough.

Nancy comes up behind her, putting a hand on the center of her back, and Chrissy shivers, the touch doing the same thing as Robin's charm—sending tingles down her spine.

"Let us take care of you," Robin repeats and Chrissy nods, the sensation from before getting more intense and spreading throughout her entire body.

Nancy steps in front of her and Robin takes her eyes off Chrissy to look at her. Chrissy looks too, her face heating up as she takes her in.

She's stripped off all her clothes too, her smooth skin on display for them both to look at.

Robin leans forward when Nancy comes to stand in front of her and kisses her, running her hands up her body like she's done it a million times, the tenderness and familiarity making Chrissy feel like she's intruding somehow.

And Chrissy stands there, aching—both from watching them kiss and touch and from knowing that Jason never knew her body like this, never cared to. She spent so long trying to make something work with someone who never seemed interested in actually knowing who she was or what she wanted.

Robin touches Nancy as Chrissy watches, knowing exactly how and where to touch to have Nancy sighing into her mouth, leaning closer, and clutching at her shirt like she can't get close enough.

Nancy pulls Robin's shirt over her head, flinging it to the ground, her hands going to unbutton her pants as their kisses turn harsher, nipping and biting at each other. When Robin's out of her pants, they pull apart and look at Chrissy again.

"Can I kiss you?" Nancy asks, stepping close to her.

Chrissy nods and Nancy presses forward, brushing her mouth against Chrissy's.

This is only the second person who's ever kissed her, she remembers suddenly, her mouth opening in a gasp as Nancy's hand slides up her stomach to cup her breast. The second person to ever kiss her is naked and touching her and it's making her dizzy to think about.

Nancy licks inside her mouth as she thumbs at Chrissy's nipple.

She tastes a little bit metallic, Chrissy thinks faintly, like blood.

Nancy pinches Chrissy's nipple lightly between her thumb and forefinger and she moans into Nancy's mouth. She didn't know her nipples were sensitive—they normally aren't.

She licks back into Nancy's mouth and tilts her head further, trying to kiss her deeper, trying to get her to kiss her the way she was kissing Robin a minute ago, all teeth and tongue like they weren't afraid to hurt each other.

Nancy pulls away and Chrissy tries to follow, swaying forward, but Nancy stills her with her hand on her collarbone.

She's strong—the force of her hand isn't overpowering on her, but she can feel the strength there.

"What's your color, darling?" Nancy asks, her hand slipping down to rest on her hips, fingers touching the waistband of her underwear.

"Green," Chrissy says, feeling a little hazy from the kiss, from feeling Nancy's strength, from everything about this.

"Can I take these off?" she asks.

"Please," Chrissy says—begs, really.

She helps Chrissy out of her underwear and Chrissy can't help but preen when Nancy makes a pleased noise, seeing her slightly unruly bush—she hasn't really felt like dealing with it, but Nancy seems to appreciate it.

Nancy grabs her hand and leads her to the bed. She sits on the bed with her back against the headboard, propped up against the pillows there.

"Come here," Nancy says, her voice ringing in Chrissy's ears, and she scrambles to follow the order, moving to straddle her.

Nancy redirects her, putting Chrissy's back to her chest, her legs on either side of Chrissy's.

"Lean back on me," she whispers in Chrissy's ear and she shivers, leaning back.

They aren't cold, like some people think—vampires aren't cold. Nancy is warm against her back, not warmer than a human, but not ice cold like some people were saying online.

Robin looks at them for a minute and Chrissy feels pinned by her stare.

Nancy's hands come down and spread Chrissy's legs out, putting them on the outside of her legs, putting Chrissy on display for Robin to look at, her cunt exposed to the cool air of the room.

Robin gets on the bed and crawls up towards them. She sits with her knees under her between Chrissy's spread thighs.

"Here's what's going to happen: Robin's going to put her mouth on you and you are not going to come until I bite you," Nancy says in her ear as Robin puts a hand on Chrissy's thigh, knocking the air out of her lungs. "Does that work for you?"

She nods even though she feels like she can barely breathe. Her cunt pulses between her thighs with the heat that rushes through her. Robin hasn't even kissed her yet and she's going to put her mouth on her. Fuck.

She's only had this done to her a handful of times and she kind of thought it wasn't good, that people were exaggerating about how good it can feel, having someone's mouth on you, but she's coming to realize that maybe Jason is what wasn't good.

Robin's hand stroking her thigh makes her feel like she's on a hair trigger and they haven't even started. She somehow knows it's going to be better than anything she's experienced before and she's so worked up about it.

But Nancy said she has to wait to come until she bites her, so she will. She'll hold on as long as she can.

Robin slips between her thighs, laying on her stomach between them, her mouth so close to where Chrissy wants her.

"She's so good at this," Nancy sighs in her ear, her hands both coming up to massage Chrissy's tits, pinching her nipples between the thumb and index fingers of each hand. Chrissy tries not to shudder at the feeling.

Robin puts one of Chrissy's thighs over her shoulder and then kisses her thigh, her lipstick leaving a mark on her skin, right over the vein there. Or is it an artery? Whatever it is, it's the important one, the one that would bleed her dry if they damaged it.

It feels so fucked up that her pussy clenches at the thought, at the danger of this all.

Robin smirks up at her like she knows exactly what Chrissy was thinking.

The first touch of her tongue to Chrissy's clit feels like a revelation. It feels electric, like she can feel it all throughout her body.

Robin licks her clit again and Chrissy tries to spread her legs wider, she wants to be splayed wide, all laid out for Robin to do whatever she wants with her.

And what she wants, apparently, is to drive Chrissy insane with her tongue. Because she dips her head lower and licks over her hole, a broad stroke over her entire pussy.

Chrissy lets out a shaky breath, gasping the next breath in when her tongue returns to her clit, flicking over it.

Robin sucks her clit into her mouth and Chrissy cries out, her back arching, her tits pressing more firmly into Nancy's hands.

"Told you she was good," Nancy says, pressing her mouth to Chrissy's shoulder. Fuck, they're going to get lipstick all over her. The thought makes Chrissy's head spin. She wants to be covered in their marks—lipstick prints and bruises and bite marks—so anyone who looks at her will know exactly what Chrissy got up to tonight.

The onslaught of sensations, her sensitive nipples being played with, her clit being sucked on, has the muscles in her stomach clenching already. She doesn't know how much of this she can take—she already feels close, strung tight, her being played like an instrument.

Nancy moves one hand up to tip Chrissy's head to the side so she can slide her lips against hers once more. The noises are pouring out of her mouth now, pried out by Nancy's tongue.

She almost doesn't recognize the noises coming from her mouth—she doesn't think she's ever been this loud before. It's for good reason though because Robin does something with her tongue that makes Chrissy's eyes roll back, her hips jerking up into the sensation.

Nancy pulls back to say, "Look at her. Look how much she likes it. She loves this, loves making you feel good."

Chrissy looks down at Robin, at the way she's looking up at them with hazy eyes as she swirls her tongue and sucks on Chrissy's clit, her thumb coming down to dip into where she's so wet and open.

Nancy whispers, "Robin loves this. She loves putting her mouth to use. She loves how you taste, loves the sounds you make."

It's so much, the feeling of Robin's tongue on her, the knowledge that she likes it too, likes pleasing Chrissy, Nancy's hands on her tits, the whispered words in her ear.

The heat is building within Chrissy, her core tightening as Robin tucks two fingers inside of her and presses on her g-spot as her tongue draws circles on her clit.

"I'm so close," she says, a high-pitched whine coming out of her mouth.

Nancy kisses her neck and then drags her fangs over the sensitive skin there. She says, "But you're not going to come until I bite you. Then we'll both taste you."

Chrissy nods, so desperate to get this right, her thighs threatening to close around Robin's ears even though she's trying so hard to hold it off.

"Please," Chrissy whispers as Nancy drags her fangs over her neck again, teasing her. Tears spring up at the corners of her eyes.

She feels Nancy smile against her neck before she says, "I like it when you beg."

So she says it again, "Please," like she can't help it, because she wants Nancy to praise her again, tell her she's doing a good job.

Nancy just opens her mouth against Chrissy's neck, holding it there as Chrissy hangs on the edge, on the precipice, so fucking close.

"Okay, sweetheart," Nancy whispers right before Chrissy feels the most insane sensation she's ever felt.

The feeling of Nancy's fangs breaking through her skin is intense, but Chrissy can barely isolate the feeling because she's too busy coming harder than she ever has, her eyes rolling back and her entire body trembling as Robin's mouth works her through it.

She read that there's something in a vampire's saliva—maybe venom—that makes people have a reaction and she believes that now. It feels like her entire body is on fire, starting from the point where Nancy's mouth is sealed over her neck, radiating down her entire body.

The noises coming from her mouth are loud and desperate and she's helpless to do anything to stop it.

She shudders through it, the prick of pain in her neck seeming to drag her orgasm out, or maybe it's just Robin's mouth that's doing that. She can't make sense of what's happening to her. She only knows that she's feeling more than she ever has, the orgasm washing over her and tingling all the way down to her fingertips and toes.

Robin gentles her mouth and pulls away to kiss Chrissy's thigh, but Nancy keeps going for a few seconds longer. And Chrissy knows it's the charm and the venom in her saliva making her feel like this, but she's never felt this good before, never felt so taken care of and wanted and it's embarrassingly bringing tears to her eyes, the intensity of it all.

Nancy pulls her mouth away and licks at the bite mark to clean up any spilled blood and Chrissy shudders. Just the knowledge that she actually did this, actually fed a vampire, is doing so much for her. Her cunt pulses around Robin's fingers weakly.

Nancy licks over the bite marks a few more times, before she says, "She tastes so sweet."

Robin pulls her head up from where she was kissing her thighs, her mouth still a little wet with Chrissy's slick. She licks her lips and says, "She's sweet here too," with a wicked grin.

Chrissy groans and drops her head back on Nancy's shoulder as Robin's fingers inside her press on the spot that makes her eyes cross. She feels so wet—open and dripping around Robin's fingers.

"Are you feeling okay?" Robin asks.

Chrissy picks her head up and looks down at her. She nods and almost groans when Robin grins at her, her fangs glinting in the low light of the room.

"We don't want to take too much blood. Are you going to be okay if we both bite you? We won't take a lot this time," Nancy says, running a hand down Chrissy's stomach, her fingers finding Chrissy's clit.

"I'm okay," she says, her breathing picking up again as Nancy rubs at her slowly, the promise of feeling that sweet, tender pain again making her pussy throb.

Nancy's fangs are at her throat again and Robin is mouthing at her thigh and Chrissy thinks she might shake apart if they both sink their teeth into her at the same time.

Nancy's fingers move deftly on her clit and she's going to come, she thinks, already. It's so soon, but she's so worked up she thinks it's not going to take much.

They both tease her, running their fangs over her skin as she moans.

"Please," she begs, wanting to come, wanting to feel them drink from her.

They must have some kind of telepathic connection or something because they both sink their teeth into her simultaneously and she's coming, arching up into the pain, into the insane feeling of her blood rushing out of her and into their waiting mouths.

The twin sensations of pain in her neck and on her thigh had Chrissy panting, her eyes rolling back at the pain and the pleasure, unlike anything else that she's ever felt. The rush of blood is warm and intense and dizzying.

With Nancy's fingers circling her clit and Robin's fingers still stretching her open, it's like she whites out from the pleasure, her eyes unseeing as she falls apart in Nancy's arms, her blood rushing past her ears, her heart thumping loudly.

They pull back after a minute and Chrissy's body sags back against Nancy's.

Robin gets up onto her knees, leaning over them. She takes her wet fingers out of Chrissy's cunt and presses them against Nancy's lips.

Chrissy tilts her head to watch as Nancy sucks the slick right off Robin's fingers, a shiver running through her.

Robin leans down and kisses Chrissy for the first time and Chrissy moans into her mouth.

She can taste herself on Robin's tongue—her slick and metallic blood both smeared around Robin's mouth.

Nancy's first two fingers are still drawing circles on her clit and she's going to come again, just from this.

She shudders, still feeling lit up from the inside from everything that's happened tonight. She's tensing up and coming a third time faster than she ever has before, Nancy's fingers deftly working her through it. The noises she makes get swallowed up by Robin's mouth on hers.

Unshed tears cling to her eyelashes, the pleasure feeling very suddenly overwhelming. She pushes Nancy's hand away from her sensitive clit.

They rearrange themselves and her on the bed, with Chrissy lying next to Nancy, still somehow feeling the aftershocks of her last orgasm.

"Was that okay?" Robin asks, like they didn't just totally blow her mind.

Chrissy nods. "That was, that was good."

"I'm glad," Nancy says and then, "Do you wanna watch Robin get me off?"

She feels her face, already overheated, get hotter at that. She nods.

Robin straddles Nancy's thigh and leans down to kiss her. It's the same intense way of kissing that they apparently save for each other—biting and sucking each other's lips.

Robin reaches her hand down and presses her fingers inside Nancy as she grinds down on her thigh.

Chrissy watches as they get each other off, hands harsh and demanding, taking what they both know they want. The slick sound of Robin's fingers moving inside Nancy—fuck, the same fingers that were inside of her—is loud in the room.

She watches and gets that familiar ache in her chest. Watching them move together so naturally, something that must have come with time and patience and getting to know exactly what they both want, has her wanting that kind of thing for herself. She wants to know someone the way they know each other.

Robin and Nancy make a beautiful picture, tangled up in each other. The sounds they make as Nancy comes around Robin's fingers and as Robin reaches her peak grinding on Nancy's thigh make Chrissy flush even harder than she already was.

They sound good together, they look good together.

Their kisses gentle as they come down, softening into something loving, smiling against each other's mouths.

Robin pulls herself off Nancy after a while and then climbs over Chrissy to smoosh her between the two of them.

They cuddle on either side of her and she allows herself to rest between them for a while as her heart rate comes down and she gets her bearings again.

Nancy's hand strokes over her hip, her body pressed up against her back. Robin kisses her soft and slow the way she did with Nancy after they came and Chrissy kind of feels like crying because she didn't know it could be like this. The pleasure, the kindness they've shown her is one thing, but she hadn't known it was possible to feel so content lying next to someone.

And this part, after, being wrapped up in them, between them, being touched with no purpose other than to touch—it makes Chrissy's heart splinter even further than it already was.

She can't stand it after a while, so she sits up after letting herself indulge in it for too long.

She doesn't know how to do this, how to leave after hooking up.

Robin looks at her and says, "You can stay, if you want. We can take you to breakfast in the morning."

And Nancy says, "There's a nice little cafe a couple blocks from here." Her hand traces up Chrissy's back and she closes her eyes at the feeling, more intimate than she knows what to do with.

Chrissy wants to, but she can't stay. There are thoughts swirling through her brain saying she doesn't deserve this, doesn't deserve the kindness they've shown her. And she can't stay the night wrapped up in their arms and have breakfast with them in the morning and pretend this is something other than what it was.

She shakes her head. "I should go," she says, untangling herself from them.

"At least let us call you a Lyft," Nancy says, grabbing her phone.

Chrissy gets dressed, pulling the too tight dress up her body, putting on her heels again.

She takes Nancy's phone when she hands it to her and puts in the cross street near her apartment as the drop off location.

They walk her outside and Chrissy's back to feeling kind of numb.

All the excitement and the rush is gone, vacating her body even before she crossed the threshold out of their apartment.

Nancy holds her hand as they walk her out and Robin kisses her one last time before the Lyft arrives and it feels like something that could be something. It doesn't even make sense in her mind—could-bes and maybes aren't actually anything at all.

There's no room for her here. Nancy and Robin have a life together, something they've built together, something that they let her see just for a brief moment and it was beautiful and sweet and kind of everything she's been wanting.

But it's not hers to have.

It's not hers to keep.

So she goes home to her empty apartment with half her closet still sitting empty, memories of this night imprinted on her brain like a brand.

[secretsandwriting]

Soulmate

Shanks x reader soulmate au

"I hope you weren't waiting too long for me Love."

You stared at the words on your wrist. Something you tended to do when you were bored or lost in your thoughts. The first words your soulmate would ever say to you. They had seemed romantic when you were little, something so sweet. The older you got the less romantic they seemed. 

When you were 13 and a man yelled at you from across the street, "I hope one day I'll get to see you smile pretty." 

When you were 15 and a man yelled at you from across the street, "I've been waiting all my life to see someone as pretty as you!" 

When you were 18 and a man yelled at you from across the street, "Come on Love! Just one night" 

There were more instances in your life but those three stood out, those were the ones you remembered when you would stare at your wrist. The ones that had done the most damage to something you had once found comfort in. The ones that had done the most damage to your innocence.

But time went one and you did too. Now you were one of the Strawhat pirates. You were pretty new, and while you loved the crew and considered them all your friends. It didn't feel like home. Shortly after you had joined, one night, when you felt broken over the fact you couldn't connect with them as well as they had with each other, Robin and Nami talked with you. 

Nami spoke of a blue haired princess, her soulmate she left behind in search of her dreams. The one she would return to when her map was drawn. 

Robin spoke of her first few months on the crew, getting used to everything and everyone.

It had helped with most of it, but there was alway that feeling, the feeling that you didn't belong there. You ignored it for 4 years. In those 4 years, Luffy became the pirate king. Along the way, you had watch all the rest of the crew accomplish their dreams. You became known as the worlds best assassin, the crew had thrown a week long celebration for it, you had told them that was what your dream was. It wasn't.

How do you tell people who call each other and yourself family, that your dream in life is to feel like you belong?

Once Luffy had become the pirate king, his second goal came into play. Return Red Haired Shanks's hat to him. You were pretty sure he didn't actually want the hat back, but you had also never met the man so who knew. Usopp was nervous, his father who he hadn't seen since he was a small child was part of the crew. The rest of the crew was nervous due to how strong Shanks was and Luffy had ordered for your course to go directly into his terretory.

You didn't know how to feel. Sure he was strong, but so was the crew. You did think it would be intresting to see if Luffy's stories or the stories you had heard from others would line up but at the end of the day, it was another trip that would go well and end in absalute chaos, or go horribly and end in absalute chaos. There would be no inbetween with Luffy.

The trip to his territory went as normal, but the day you entered it, something in the air changed.

You could feel his haki already, everyone was tense, spreading their own haki out to counter. You kept yours hidden as normal. Deciding to use this as training to remain unseen or felt by haki. After all, to be the best assassin you have to be able to stay hidden through anything. It took three days to get close enough to see the Red Force docked at an island. 

It took an aditional 6 hours to reach the shore due to the currents.

Luffy lead the way to the group on the beach, you took your normal place in Robin's shadow. She didn't draw as much attention to herself as others so staying behind her and using your methods, you were hard to notice.

The Red Haired Pirates all stood to greet your crew, those who seemed to recognize Luffy from when he was younger swarmed him, hugs and cheers sounding across the beach. Shanks and the members who apparently hadn't met Luffy stood back and watch the sight. Once they had had enough for the time being, they stepped back and let Shanks come forward.

"I did it Shanks! I'm king of the pirates now!" Luffy stood straight in front of Shanks, hiding his desperation for Shanks's aproval about as well as Luffy could hide most things. You tuned out what was being said, feeling like you were invading on a private conversation. So you turned your attention to studying the rest of Shanks's crew until Luffy's precious hat was brought up, you wanted to know if he actually wanted the hat back.

"I don't want it back, keep it and give it to someone worth of it." Yup, he didn't want the hat back. You couldn't blame him, that hat had been through a lot and Luffy wasn't known to be the most hygenic. Luffy tried to argue he apparently remembered something.

"Oh yeah! I found your soulmate, They're apart of my crew!" The Red Haired Pirates stared at Luffy like he had grown another head, everyone of the strawhats just sighed. 

"Luffy, you can't just find som-"

"Don't even try." Nami intrupted. "Just go along with it. Apparently he has decided he has and the only thing now is to go along with it until its revealed to be wrong or right." Shanks sent Nami and aploigetic look, seeming to remeber how Luffy was and what you had all had to deal with.

"Alright then Luffy, who's my soulmate."

"It's Y/n!" He streched back and pulled you from behind Robin, your precence must not have been noticed because everyone was immedently on guard by your now known presence. "This is Y/n, They're the best assassin in the world!" You just stared at Luffy. While this was definenitly new for Luffy it wasn't anything worse or more outlandish then some of his other stunts. Luffy nudged you, "say something to him!"

"Sorry about your arm I guess?" 

Nami sighed behind you.

Shanks, Shanks just stared at you. His entire Crew just stared at you. That probably wasn't the best thing to say but you were put on the spot. Shanks seemed to snap out whatever he was in and stepped close grabbing your hand. You would have moved back but Luffy held you in your spot.

"I hope you weren't waiting too long for me Love."

It was spoken softly, almost reverently. His grasp on your hand was gentle. His eyes were full of emotion and he gently squeezed your hand.

You heard the rest of your crew gasp as they heard the phrase on your wrist spoken. The burning in your wrist revealing that Shanks really was your soulmate. Luffy let go of you and gently nundged you into Shanks. Your hand was let go of, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you close, his head resting in your neck.

It was there, for the first time in years, you felt like you belonged. 

Later, when asked how he knew. Luffy would only say "I just knew!”

[youdonthavetocallmedarlinnn]

Also, I'll add that I truly hate the Angel/Angelus are two separate people storyline. For one, it makes zero sense on a psychological level. We are who we are, and just like with an alcoholic or drug addict we know that when they sober up that they're not gonna magically be a new person.

Spike's transition made more sense. Especially with the alcoholic/addict analogy. He's still Spike, through and through. Being able to help Buffy in the war to come and ultimately sacrificing himself for the Slayer line is his amends. I'd argue that Angel never truly makes amends because he gets to live under the "you can't fault me for what I did when I was drunk last night because you know how I get" umbrella. Even his own friends just gloss over everything he's done, and that doesn't do him any favors, in my opinion.

Now, when it comes to Nikki and Robin Wood. Nikki Wood was a vampire slayer, and Spike was vampire. They're mortal enemies, which means kill or be killed. The end of Nikki's story is very much the end of all slayers and their stories. It's the gig. The coat is not Nikki's anymore. I could argue it's like spoils of war. Spike earned it. Whether we like how he earned it is irrelevant. Robin came into Buffy's world under false pretenses and conspired to kill her strongest soldier in a time of war. It's not a b&w moment. I feel under different circumstances that I would also feel like Spike should give Robin the coat.

The reason I can't get behind in this scenario is because Robin had choices and he chose to scheme behind Buffy's back with Giles (her father figure) to kill the person she loves. It's a gross breach of her personage and her ability to make her own decisions about who she gives her time to. If Giles hadn't completely abandoned her in the prior season, I might could maybe see that he could be right about Spike. He lost so much credit when he told Buffy to pull herself up by her bootstraps and abandoned her, then simultaneously tried to kill someone she made an honest connection with in his absence. He's jealous much like a father would be, and Robin being fueled by decades of untreated complex grief is being used by Giles. No one wins in this situation, including Spike. Spike was turned into a vampire, and the things he does (much like an addict or alcoholic) are not his fault. Without a soul, he can not grow enough to take responsibility for them. When he receives his soul, he is now in the position of "It's not my fault, but it is my responsibility," and the coat is no longer a fashion choice for him. It's a cloak of burden for the past choices the demon in him made that he alone has bear responsibility for and he wears that burden well. My proof is him choosing to let the man that tried to murder him go free, aiding Buffy in the war against the First, and sacrificing himself to secure the Slayer line, and essentially change the world.

Making amends is NOT apologizing and groveling daily to the people you've hurt. It's purely action. Anyone can say they're sorry, but very few can bear the weight of staring their mistakes in the face daily and still strive toward something better than themselves.

I know that was long but that's how I see it and I've been a fan of this show since it came out, I was 7 years old, and I've had a lot of time to think about these things and how I view certain characters. Take what need and leave the rest.

Why does Buffy just give Spike the benefit of the doubt? Just because he has a soul now, plenty past villains in the show had souls, having a soul doesn't just make you a good person.

Warren had a soul.

Peter Clarner had a soul.

He hasn't shown any good qualities, that having a soul what be good for, like the returning Nikkis jacket and apologizing for killing Nikki Wood, Robin's mother or how Drusilla killed Kendra and the part he played.

He just doesn't seem very remorseful. For someone that's supposedly "a good man"

He's apologize for his misdeeds towards her but no one else.

[camaro-and-smokes]

Coming out - The Love of My Life PT9

Rating: Mature Warnings: no warnings Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Max Mayfield, Dustin Henderson, Robin Buckley, Karen Wheeler Tags: angst, cursing Words: 1872

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Summary: When Steve and Billy got a taster of what life could be if there were no restrictions, things start to go south…

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“Hey what’s up between Hargrove and Harrington? It’s almost as if they’re getting along.” “Harrington is apparently helping him with math or something.” “But they hate each other! “Well, not any more.” “I don’t know. There’s something else going on between them, I know it.”

“That blue car is on Harrington’s driveway almost daily.” “John, kids have friends, you know.” “Well, I’m almost sure I saw those boys hugging on the doorway the other day.” “John, friends can hug.” “Not boys, Anette.” “Why not? “Well, not in my time they didn’t.” “It’s been a while from that, John. Times change. And why do you spend time on keeping an eye on them in the first place? It's none of your business.”

“Hey Neil, how’s that boy of yours at the Harrington’s almost every night? I’m almost sure I saw those boys hugging the other day.”

Max kicked the skateboard up and walked in. The Camaro had been parked in front of the house, so she knew that her leaving the house without Billy knowing about it had worked. Or at least he wasn't concerned about her absence. Which wouldn't be surprising as Neil wasn't home. He'd be interested in it only when it was about time Neil to come back home. She went directly to the kitchen to get something to eat. Then, she started towards her room with two sandwiches, which she dropped, when she bumped into half dressed Steve in the corridor.

”Oh shit,” was all Steve was able to say when he stared at Max, who was as surprised as he was.

When Billy heard that, he opened his door and saw the two staring at each other confused. ”Fuuuuck.”

"Max," Steve said. "We'll explain everything, OK? Just…let me get something on."

Steve went to Billy's room and closed the door behind him. He leaned to the door and closed his eyes. "You said she would be gone longer."

”Well, so I thought. She usually is. We're so fucked," Billy said sitting on his bed and burying his head into his hands.

Max was stunned, left standing alone in the corridor. All this time she knew something strange had been up with Billy and whoever had come over because she never actually saw anyone come or go through the front door. They had used Billy's window all this time. She knew what was happening behind the closed door, despite them trying to stay as quiet as possible, which was why she tried either to get away for the time being or put her music as loud as she dared to keep from hearing anything. She hadn't even thought that it was a guy who secretly visited Billy. Billy didn't exactly show that kind of tendencies, if there were such really. It was all the the same to her who Billy wanted to be with. Steve being into boys was the bigger surprise. Though she didn't care about that either, not really. Steve had complained about Billy frequently and she was under the impression that they practically hated each other. But it had been a camouflage, for a while at least. This was a secret Billy would've been probably willing to take to his grave.

She stood there for a while collecting her thoughts, then took the sandwiches from the floor and to the kitchen and tossed them into the bin. She had totally lost her appetite.

Steve had dressed and he and Billy came into the kitchen.

"Sit," Billy said, annoyed, to Max and pointed to a chair in the end of the kitchen table.

Steve put his hand on Billy's shoulder and told him to shut it. "Let me handle this, OK?"

To Max's surprise Billy listened without letting out a peep. As Billy sat down into the other end of the table he took a smoke from a pack and lit it.

Steve sat next to him and turned to Max. "I noticed you had sandwiches with you in the corridor. Have you eaten anything? Or do you want something to eat?"

Max shook her head. "I'm not hungry."

"OK, that's, eh, understandable."

"I didn't mean to…”

Billy was terrified of his and Steve's relationship coming out like this and he just couldn't remain quiet. "You better stay quiet about this,” he snarled.

Steve, knowing the complex relationship Billy had with Max, Billy's other issues and their own delicate situation, put his hand on Billy's arm. He tried to make an eye contact with him, but when Billy's glare remained locked at his step-sister, he turned to Billy, put his hands on his cheeks and forced Billy to look at him as gently as he could. "Billy. Calm down. Everything's OK. We'll sort this out, babe."

Max watched, how Steve spoke gently to Billy and made him actually relax under his touch. Steve had a massive effect on Billy. She had never seen Billy behave like that.

After Steve felt Billy's tension easing under his touch, helped by his words, he turned to Max: ”Billy told me that you knew about someone being over sometimes. Right?”

Max nodded.

"You probably thought that it was a girl?"

"I guess."

”We like each other a lot." Steve looked at Billy, and took his hand in his. Billy was reluctant first, but when Steve brushed his hand gently with his thumb, Billy's tension eased. Again. "But you probably understand that we couldn't be open about this. Because people don't understand this."

”Yeah.”

”That's why I've been here only when your parents aren't home. I'm sorry you had to find out like this. I mean, I'm sorry about the whole secretly being over thing."

"It's OK"

"Max, you have to keep this as a secret. You can't tell anyone about this. OK?”

”Yeah, I get it.”

”I mean,” Steve said, glancing at Billy, ”it's not that we want to keep it a secret for forever. We just prefer tell people about it ourselves.”

Max nodded. After a while she spoke: ”You know, if I'm the only one at home with you, you can use the front door. For some decency.”

It made Steve let out a laugh. “Sure.”

”How long have you been together?” Max asked after a while, genuinely interested.

”Almost 6 months,” Steve replied after glancing at Billy, who had finished his smoke and was already opening the pack to get another one to calm his nerves.

”And are you serious?”

”What is this? A cross-examination?” Billy asked, lighting the smoke.

The remark made Max roll her eyes.

"Billy, stop. She's just curious. Yeah, we're serious.”

Max couldn't believe that Steve actually managed to handle Billy's temper just by talking, and it was effortless. She shrugged. ”OK.”

”OK? As in…”

”It's OK that you like each other and want to be with each other. I don't mind if you're over. And I will keep the secret. But you have to bring films for me to watch when you come around. I don't want to hear what you're doing here.”

Steve smiled. ”Done. But. In case you want to go out of the house when I'm over, please let Billy know where you are. It would help him a lot. He can always come pick you up,” Steve said. He looked at Billy. “Right?”

“Yeah, why not,” Billy replied.

Suddenly Billy and Steve were able to see each other more often, both at the Harringtons' for the 'tutoring' and at the Hargroves' when Neil and Susan were gone or at work. Billy was happier than he had been in years. Driving Max around was no longer as big of a chore as it had been, and sometimes he picked up the other kids too if they were coming over. He also shut up about Lucas, and was almost warming up to the kid. He was able see Steve more and be more open with him, even at school. They were able to cuddle in Steve’s bed all evening, or watch TV in the living room, of course sitting far enough that it didn't raise any questions if Steve’s parents were home. But Billy could be in the same space together with Steve. And that was everything to them both.

***

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Steve asked.

“Yeah,” Billy said and took a deep breath.

“Babe, you look lovely. And I love that earring on you.”

“You got it for me, of course I'm wearing it here,” Billy said smiling. “C'mon, let's get this over with.”

Steve took Billy's hand and rang the doorbell.

Mrs. Wheeler opened the door. Seeing Billy made her blush. Steve greeted her and told her that they were coming to see Nancy and the kids. Then he introduced Billy, who greeted her with just a shy “Hello”, without any trace of the charmer he’d been last time he’d met her. When Karen noticed that Steve and Billy were holding hands, her face fell. “In the basement,” was all she managed to say as she let them in. She closed the door behind them, looking at Billy’s back until they were gone.

Steve stopped in the top of the basement stairs and smiled at Billy. “Wait here.”

Steve walked down the stairs and into the chatter that was caused by six teens plus Nancy and Robin.

“Hey, there you are!” Dustin said. “We’ve been waiting for ages. What was the emergency?”

Steve looked at Max, who grinned.

“I want you all to meet someone,” Steve said, and glanced at Nancy, who looked down. “Someone who’s really important to me.”

Everyone looked at Steve expectantly.

“It’s OK,” Steve turned to say to Billy and gestured him to come down.

Billy’s heart was thundering in his chest. The kids meant a lot to Steve, and being introduced to them as Steve's boyfriend felt like being introduced to a girlfriend’s dad for the first time. He walked down the stairs and smiled shyly when Steve took his hand.

“You all know Billy. But not as my boyfriend. Which he is.”

Everyone looked at them surprised. But when Robin started with “Well it was about damn time you two came out!”, their faces turned into smiles.

Steve and Billy sat down on the sofa. “Hey babe,” Steve whispered and stetched his arm over Billy's shoulders, pulling Billy close to him to his side. “They won’t bite. But just tell me if you want to leave, it's totally OK."

“No, I'm good, for now,” Billy replied and leaned tighter on Steve's side. He felt awkward and very self-conscious, feelings he hadn't felt for a while. He felt also exposed, but the setting wasn't as scary as he had thought. Steve was with him, and with Steve he could do anything, even if it scared him shitless. And it was as if their revelation had been just an informative matter for these kids, Nancy and Robin, then the normal shenanigans continued.

He only wished them coming out would be as easy for the rest of the world. But inside he already knew that it wouldn't be.

[indimlights]

And because it's new years eve I couldn't not do a drabble, it's been in my mind for some time so enjoy :) Happy new year to everyone 💛✨

Thursday, December 31st, 23:50

Ten minutes, 600 seconds, that was all that separated every single person in Antwerp from 2021. The anticipation was clearly noticable in the air of every single house as the end of 2020 was something alot of people long awaited for and, as the time was getting closer and closer, everything else got thrown to second plan and for the next ten minutes the only thing in everyone's mind would be the countdown to 2021 and the bells of midnight echoing throw the streets announcing the official start of the new year...or at least that's what most people were thinking about but not Robbe.

As he sat in the couch, the only thing in his mind were the messages he was writing to every single person that had helped him get through 2020 and he was typing them fast trying his hardest to actually get them done before the year he was taking about was over. Most people got some general message he thought were, and he didn't really consider himself a genius in writing but still, a cliché and even though every single one was different, they all shared the same ideas, the ideas that Robbe was grateful for the friends he had and this year more then ever showed him that.

Zoë had gotten a special text where Robbe thanked her for hearing him, for sticking around and for caring so much about him. The truth is the she had been like a sister to Robbe over the last years and even though he didn't say it often, he liked to tell her how important she was to him from time to time and Milan had gotten a very similar text but with all the extras of being Robbe's guru and helping him alot over quarantine. Unlike Jens, they actually replied without teasing, via a videocall from the flatshare where the two of them and Senne thanked him and sent him their wishes of a great year ahead.

But the most important message was the one that Robbe hadn't sent yet... The one to Sander. In reality it wasn't really a message, it was more of a speech he was getting ready to say when midnight came around and he was rehearsing it over and over again. Sander was, actually, just a few steps in front of him, talking to Robbe's mother about some random subject that Robbe had lost amidst his focus on the speech.

But as hard as he focused on it, the speech wasn't particularly going well. Robbe would read it, remember it and then look at Sander and all the words would disappear from his mind leaving his it empty. How was he supposed to read it to Sanders face if he forgot it as soon as he looked at him?

Time passed and when Robbe realized, there were only two minutes to midnight. Inside his head he was starting to panick over the fact he knew absolutely nothing and that his special speech wouldn't be so special afterwards and that panick was not going unnoticed to his mother and most definitely not to Sander. Robbe didn't even notice when Sander stopped the conversation with her until his boyfriend sat down next to him and placed his left arm around Robbe's shoulders.

“What are you doing?” he asked with the sweetest voice Robbe had ever heard.

Sanders voice always made Robbe smile, being so calming and soothing, and it always made him feel safe but that was just a thing of Sander, making him feel safe with whatever he did and taking him through a world of thoughts with the slightest gesture. And it was happening again, Robbe was once again getting carried away from reality by the fact he had his boyfriends arms around him and only was brought back to reality when he realized Sander was reading what he had wrote in his phone.

"Why did you hide your phone" Robbe really didn't know what to say, he couldn't lie, even more on this day and time but he also didn't want to ruin what he'd been planning for weeks

"Nothing, just some stuff I was writing"

"And why are you shaking?" Robbe quicky swallowed as Sander's question reached him, he was indeed shaking but he hadn't noticed it before and he really didn't know what to say

"I don't know, probably because I'm so anxious for the new year" he said and he wasn't lying, he was anxious for it to start but he also knew that wasn't the reason he was nervous and Sander knew him well enough to know that aswell

"Robbe, talk to me, what's wrong?" Sanders facial expression had changed, he had lost his smile and was now staring at Robbe with a very distinct look Robbe knew way too well, Sander's worried, you can't make him worried, he thought and the that was the moment he decided to go forward with his plan, as unsure as he was about it.

"Come with me, everything is fine, just come" Sander nodded as Robbe took his hands and led him towards the balcony, towards the outside, to the place he was planning to do the speech. As they were getting there Robbe's mom announced that midnight was now only one minute away and with that, Robbe's heart started beating faster and faster.

This was it, this was the moment he was planning to do for so long and he knew he couldn't mess it up but as he reached the balcony his mind blacked out and he froze. I'm going to disappoint him, this isn't going to go well, Robbe's fears were surfacing and all this while Sander was staring at him with the deepest green eyes Robbe had ever seen.

“Robbe come on, tell me what's wrong” Sander placed his hands on Robbe's shoulders making him unlock eye contact and start looking down. As he did this, Sander shifted his right hand to Robbe's jaw leading Robbe to stare back at him with a shaken look. Sander just slowly nodded while caressing his face inviting him to start talking.

"I'm sorry, I had this whole thing planned, this whole speech to tell you how important you are and how much you mean to me and helped me, a speech that I would say here right now thanking you for being the most special person in my life, someone unmatched in the world, someone that makes me feel happy with the slightest thing, someone that makes me feel loved and appreciated and someone that changed my life to so much better but-" Robbe swallowed, cutting eye contact with Sander once again, looking back at the ground and fiddling slowly with his fingers.

Sander took a step closer to him, squatting in front of him so that his boyfriend could look at him without raising his face.

“Robbe, look at me, please” and after this words Sander got back on his feet and the younger boy slowly looked up at him, a guilty look on his eyes. They could now feel the others breath in each others face in the cold December night, the last December night of 2020, giving a sense of safety and warm to that moment.

"Keep going, please" Sander added, nodding again at Robbe allowing him to resume his way of thought.

Robbe just swallowed once again, took a deep breath and let it out. “I forgot, okay? I can't remember it when I'm looking at you, words just disappear and I get locked to you like I'm in a transe, I'm sorry if I disappointed you but I-" Sander placed his index finger on Robbe's lips inciting him to stop talking and the younger boy complied.

"Robbe, you didn't disappoint me. You just gave me the best speech I've ever gotten, one that's honest, one that you didn't plan, you just said everything you felt and that's the best speech I can ever get, You've made my 2020 so special and you make me feel the most special person in this world because....”

And as this words left Sanders mouth the ambient around them changed, numbers echoing in the background counting towards zero. Five, then four, there, two followed by one and finally reaching zero with the two boys looking deeply into the others eyes.

“... I love you Robin” Sanders eyes were glowing as Robbe's did the same, an expression that can only be described as love stoned on both of them.

“I love you too, more than everything, my love, my light, my Sander”

And as this words left Robbe's mouth, both of them leaned into eachother connecting their lips to the sound of the bells and cheers to the new year in the background, their face lit up by the fireworks lighting up the night sky as they shared a deep kiss, the first one of 2021, the first of alot of them, on this new year in their lifes with each other.

Short minutes passed, Robbe and Sander connected by a kiss that seemed to have no end until Sander finally broke it. The smile they both shared as they stepped away from the other carried more emotions than words could ever describe and that was all they needed right there, no words, only them alone, in their moment but still there was something none of the could go without telling.

“You are the best thing that ever happened to me” Sander said softly brushing his fingers through Robbe's face making his smile widen even larger with the words he was hearing.

“I don't know what I'd do without you Sander, you make my life make sense” and as this words left Robbe's lips, Sander just smiled back blinking at his boyfriend letting him know that everything he said was mutual.

And there they stood, watching the firework show, on the first day of a new year in their lifes. Robbe appreciating all the different colours that lit up the sky and Sander appreciating how the colours of the fireworks lit up Robbe's face making him look more like a dream that an actual reality.

[roguerogerss]

Sorry is a Sorry Word

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Plot: Steve fucked up - bad. He doesn’t really know how, or if, he should say sorry, until Dustin gives him a pep talk.

W/C: 3.1k

A/N: Just now realising how long this is oops, sorry. My first Stranger Things fic! Finally. (watch this flop so hard lmao) Remember to like and reblog if you enjoy! It really helps me out. As always, requests are open and any and all feedback is appreciated <3

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"Dustin, Please, just leave me alone." She lay back on her bed, tears streaming down her face and hair amiss from where she'd run her fingers through it. "I'm fine, I just...give me some time."

"But, we tell eachother everything." Her little brother sounded so small and defeated that it almost broke her heart in two. She could hear him leaning his back against the door, the back of his head thumping dully against the wood a second later. "I feel like we're drifting apart. You don't talk to me anymore."

"Dustin-"

"No, it's okay. Don't worry." Dustin cleared the remnants of his upset from his throat, "We can talk later. I get that you need time."

And with that, he'd left. She could hear his muffled footsteps on the carpeted floor of the hallway, walking away from her bedroom and back to his own. She knew that she wanted to talk to him and vent about all of the happenings of the day, but she couldn't bring herself to let her walls down in front of anyone about her current situation just yet.

It was Steve. And it was bad.

They'd been together for a year and ten months. He'd been there for her through thick and thin. Whenever their mom went MIA, something that happened more often than not, during the days and weeks and months that Y/N was left to take care of her thirteen year old brother on her own with no notice whatsoever, Steve was there. And he'd take Dustin out to the cinema, give him free ice cream, play Dungeons and Dragons with him and his friends - even though Steve had no idea how to play Dungeons and Dragons. He'd sleep over, make her feel like she wasn't alone. It filled her with pride to see him taking Dustin under his wing, more like a dad than even an older brother.

When they lost Hopper, who'd become more of a parental figure than she and Dustin's mom was to her, he was standing by her side at the funeral, hand grasping her own smaller one with force and squeezing it every so often, just to remind her that he was there. He was there after the funeral, too, when they went to the cabin and went through Hopper's things. He was there when she found the birthday present that Hopper had bought for her, a necklace with, 'you're pretty cool, kid', engraved on it. Hopper's way of saying that he loved her. It came with a letter, one that she cried so hard while reading that she couldn't see the words on the page.

The point was, that Steve had been there through everything. And now that they'd had a huge argument over - of all things - Nancy Wheeler, she was unsure of whether or not she'd have Steve to lean on anymore.

It wasn't so much a stupid argument as it was a stupid mistake on Steve's end. He even admitted to himself that what he'd done was more than a dick move. Tina was having a party, a big one, for old time's sake. Y/N wasn't invited, having been socially considered as 'uncool' while in High School, while Steve was invited. He said that it wasn't a big deal, it didn't matter, he wouldn't go.

Except that it was a big deal, it did matter, and, well, he did go.

He'd gotten really drunk, so drunk, in fact, that he had no recollection of the night at all and managed to stumble to Y/N's front door at five in the morning.

He'd told her that he went to the party, that he was sorry. She'd been mad, but she was so tired that she said she'd deal with it in the morning and told Steve to sleep it off on the sofa. Before going to sleep, however, Steve had told Y/N that he 'thought he might've kissed Nancy' that night.

They'd argued about it the next day. She'd dropped him off at home, neither of them speaking at all in the car, and they'd screamed at eachother in Steve's living room. Little did either of them know, Steve hadn't actually kissed Nancy, he was just so drunk that he made himself believe that he had. And then, Y/N told Steve that they were done, and he'd said 'fine', and she'd left and cried in her car for an hour.

And now, she was here. Crying on her bed, little brother probably thinking that one of her friends had died or something.

She hated herself for blowing up and flying off the handle and literally breaking up with Steve. Steve, on the other hand, hated himself for even going to the party, hated himself for - possibly - kissing Nancy, hated himself for going to Y/N's front door and waking her up so early in the morning.

In the grand scheme of things, Steve Harrington had been an asshole. And he was all too aware of it.

It had been around half an hour since she got home when Dustin knocked on the door again. This time, she'd managed to calm down enough to allow him to come inside. She looked horrifying, hair messed up, tear stained face, cuddling a pillow and wearing one of Steve's shirts, but Dustin was her brother, he had no right to judge her.

The door swung open slowly, and Dustin was there, grinning and holding two pints of ice cream, spoons, and some movies. "Thought we could put a movie on and eat. And you can tell me about your problems and I promise I'll listen."

"Is the ice cream cookie dough?" Y/N asked, sniffling, and a watery smile crossed her face. Dustin laughed, happy to see his sister perking up at least a little bit, even if it was over ice cream, and turned the carton to reveal to her that it was, in fact, cookie dough.

"Only the best." He tossed one of the cartons and a spoon at her, and turned on the TV set that sat across from her bed. "Besides, I know it's the only one you'll eat when you're sad."

"You know me entirely too well." She hugged her knees to her chest and dug into her ice cream, relishing in the taste of it for a second, "Oh my God, I haven't had this in so long. And the Scoops cookie dough is so bad."

"Right? I know Steve thinks it's the best, but he is so wrong." Little did Dustin know, one mention of his name would make Y/N's meltdown begin all over again. Soon enough, she was crying hot tears into her ice cream, and she allowed Dustin to lay his head on her shoulder while she explained everything.

"Okay, I have to go somewhere." Dustin knew what he had to do, and Y/N's eyebrows furrowed as he got swiftly up from her bed. "I'll be like, maybe half an hour. But you can eat my ice cream if it starts to melt."

"Dustin! Don't leave me!"

"Watch the movie!"

And then he was gone, and she was by herself, with only some ice cream and E.T. to keep her company.

Meanwhile, Dustin had found Steve at work. He was insanely hungover - although, the headache and sickness had gone away thanks to Robin and her Tylenol, but the tiredness still remained - and reminded Dustin faintly of a particular zombie in Day of the Dead when he walked into Family Video to find him leaning on the counter. The grim look on his face wasn't so much because of the hangover, though, it was more to do with the fact that he and his girlfriend of nearly two years had broken up half an hour ago, and he'd been forced to go to work.

"If you're here to talk to Steve, I wouldn't. He nearly punched me when I asked him if he wanted Tylenol. And I'm a girl." Robin stopped Dustin at the front door, a serious look on her face, but he shrugged her off.

"It's fine. He won't do anything. Besides, I know what this whole thing's about. That's why I'm here." He tried to walk off again, but Robin grabbed his upper arm, tugging him back and making him elaborate.

"Is it Y/N? I think there was a fight between them or something. He’s never looked this rough.” Robin looked concerned, and she was. She’d never seen Steve so upset before. “He was crying when he came in.” She added.

Dustin shrugged, “Yeah, I’m gonna talk to him. He’ll be fine tomorrow.” He decided not to give Robin any more information on the situation in case Y/N or Steve would've gotten mad at him for it.

"Henderson, hey." Steve said quietly when he noticed that Dustin had entered the store. He looked like he'd been crying, and Robin was definitely right when she said he’d never looked rougher. "If you're here to hang out-"

"I'm not here to hang out, Steve. We have to talk." Dustin crossed his arms sternly over his chest, raising his eyebrows and nodding his head in the direction of the store room. Steve grumbled and complied, unlocking the door and ushering Dustin inside.

"You have to apologise."

"Apologise? Apologise for - what exactly are we talking about?" Steve rubbed a hand exhaustedly over his face, leaning against a sealed box of movies that he was supposed to have put away by now.

"You know what for, Steve. Y/N. You hurt her. Like, really badly. I don't think I've ever seen her so upset." Steve already wanted Dustin to stop, but he continued, really wanting him to get the message of just how hurt his sister was. "She cried in her room for half an hour before she even let me talk to her, and now she's at home by herself, probably crying some more because you went to a stupid party. I mean, seriously man, couldn't you just have stayed home? What was so important about it?"

Steve threw his head back and hid his face with his hands, wanting the floor to open up and swallow him whole. He knew that he'd been a dick, he knew that he'd hurt her, but, Jesus, knowing the details made his heart flip in his chest and his stomach hurt. He hated seeing Y/N upset at the best of times, nevermind when it was his fault.

"Yeah. Yeah, I should've just left it. Jeez, Dustin, I'm such an asshole."

"Yes. An asshole, you are. And what was that other shit? About you kissing Nancy?"

"I didn't kiss Nancy, okay? My drunk mind just kinda...made me believe that I did. I called her today just to confirm." Steve swallowed, suddenly having the nausea of his hangover coming back to him.

"Does Y/N know that?" Dustin had his arms crossed, back against the wall, looking unimpressed as Steve shook his head. "Seriously man? Don't you think that the first thing you should've done after finding out that you didn't actually cheat on your girlfriend, was tell your girlfriend that you didn't actually cheat on her?"

"My head's all over the place, Henderson. Cut me some slack, okay?"

"You have to come say sorry, you know that, right?"

"I will. I will, I promise. I finish in an hour, why don't you go home, I'll buy some flowers, take a shower and get changed, and I'll come chap on your door like none of this even happened." Steve had suddenly perked up, gesturing with his arms and almost getting excited to initiate his plan.

"Yeah. Sure. But it better be good, Harrington. You better make her happy."

Steve didn't even have time to respond before Dustin was running off, getting on his bike, and cycling back home to his sister. He promised himself internally that he'd do all it took to make her happy.

Y/N had finished her ice cream and Dustin's had started to melt by the time he got home. She hadn't cried any more, had been too focussed on the movie, and Dustin was relieved to see her laughing at something on the screen when he entered her bedroom.

"Hey." She smiled. "Your ice cream's melting, you'd better eat it."

Dustin smiled and bellyflopped onto her bed, sending her into a fit of laughter. They both laughed so hard, in fact, that they barely heard the doorbell ring, and Dustin almost got up to go and get it.

He stopped himself though, not wanting Steve to call him an idiot or something along those lines. "You should go. I have to eat my ice cream before it melts." He said sheepishly, sitting back down from where he'd jumped up. Y/N rolled her eyes and threw the pillow that she was holding at Dustin's face.

"Alright, make your sad sister get the door because you have to eat ice cream." She stood up even as she spoke, knowing that Dustin wasn't going to budge. "Nice one, asshole."

Y/N had left her bedroom before Dustin could retaliate, bounding down the stairs and realising that, if anyone saw her the way that she looked now, they'd probably never respect her again. The doorbell went again, and she sighed quietly at the lack of patience from whoever was on the other side.

She - stupidly - didn't even bother to look out of the window that stood next to the door to check who it was before opening it, and nearly closed it again when she realised who was standing there.

"Hey, woah, don't close the door yet!" It was Steve, his eyes widened from the possibility that he'd come all the way to her house so that she could slam the door in his face, holding white lilies and a box of chocolates, which was - in Y/N's opinion - the cheesiest apology ever. "Just...listen? For like, a minute."

She slowly let her hand slide off of the door knob, watching as Steve relaxed a significant amount even from seeing her do that. "A minute." She crossed her arms over her chest, chewing her cheek. "You have a minute."

"Okay, uh, yeah, okay." Steve began his rambling. "Listen, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I know I shouldn't have gone to that party, I know I shouldn't have gotten so drunk that I managed to convince myself that I kissed Nancy. Did I already say that I didn't actually kiss Nancy? I called her, and she said we didn't even speak. Bottom line is, I'm an asshole. I know that, and I hate myself for hurting you. Dustin told me how upset you were and I...I couldn't even comprehend the fact that I did that."

He paused, looking down at his feet and waiting for Y/N to say something. Something that didn't come, she simply stood, looking at and biting her fingernails, trying to figure out whether or not she should give in and forgive him or not, so he stopped waiting and spoke some more.

"I'm sorry. I love you. I love you so much. And I know that I fucked up, and I don't expect you to forgive me-"

"Steve." Y/N stopped him. He looked up at her, expecting that she'd look upset or annoyed, but she was smiling and shaking her head. "Come here."

"Seriously?" He already wished he hadn't said what he did before he'd even finished speaking. Seriously? What kind of thing to say was that? "I mean, you know-"

She was already hugging him before he could finish speaking. She knew that he'd ramble on for hours if he could, but she also knew that she already forgave him and didn't need to listen to his rambling. "It's okay. I forgive you."

"Oh, thank God. I thought I'd lost you, really, I did." He sighed into her hair, realising that he was probably ruining the bouquet of flowers with the way that he was crushing them against her back.

"Well, you were an asshole. You had every right to think you'd lost me." Steve had always loved her subtle sassiness, it was a habit that she often fell into unknowingly, but it made him chuckle.

"Yeah. Yeah, you're right. I was an asshole."

She let go of him, finally, and stood back. He was wearing his light blue jeans, a black t-shirt and belt, with a blue jacket. It was an outfit that she'd seen him in before, quite a few times, but he never failed to look good in it anyway. His hair was slightly amiss, as though he'd gotten ready as quickly as he could - which was true, but she didn't know that for sure - but it still had his Steve 'the hair' Harrington charm.

"So, can I come in, or are you just gonna stand there and mock me?" He grinned and she stood to the side, allowing him to join her in the hallway. He went straight for the kitchen, taking out a vase and filling it up with water, then placing the flowers in it and leaving it on the kitchen counter.

"I didn't say you could-" She was trying to joke with him, but he didn't seem to care much, as he cut her off by dipping his head towards hers and kissing her passionately. He hated to admit it, probably something to do with the small part of his King Steve persona that he still carried around with him, but he'd missed her, and it had only been a few hours.

"Woah, easy tiger." Y/N laughed, pulling away when Steve's hands started to travel downwards. "We haven't even properly spoken yet."

"Yeah. Sorry." Steve said sheepishly. He pushed his hands into the pockets of his jeans and smiled down at the floor. "Do you wanna talk?"

She shrugged. "Not particularly."

"So, really, it's okay for me to do this," He closed the gap between them again, beaming at her while he searched her face for any sign of disapproval and admired the little flecks of contrasting colours that danced in her eyes. And then he kissed her again, lips soft against her own, gentle - something that wasn't widely believed, Steve Harrington was actually one of the most gentle people that Y/N had ever met.

"Well, yeah." She grinned, breathless. "But I'm sort of in the middle of watching a movie, wanna join?"

And so they spent the rest of the day, wrapped in the blankets on Y/N's bed and Y/N wrapped in Steve's arms, watching movies that Dustin fished out from the cabinet under the TV that Y/N didn't even know that they had.

She had to say, Steve's apologies were often cheesy and terrible, but this one wasn’t so bad as it was enjoyable.

[ma-gic-gay]

Five times.

Five times she had woken up that night, thinking she was with Cyrus. Five times, she'd been screaming for him to help her. Five times, he'd reassured her she's in the hospital and that Cyrus is in a jail cell, where he'll be for the rest of his (very short if he had anything to say about it) life. Five times, she had felt completely helpless. Five times, she'd thought she was back in that little room above Jake's, with Cyrus. Five times, Jason had considered killing the ponytail clad mobster.

Five more times, they'd kissed.

That was something they'd have to talk about later. When she'd recovered from this, when they'd had time to actually think as opposed to just reacting and acting on whatever impulse they felt.

All night, he'd thought of his life's romances. The main ones were with Robin, Elizabeth and Sam.

Robin, who'd been his first love as Jason Morgan. It was still hard for him to fully forgive her for revealing that secret about Michael- no matter how much time passes, he couldn't help but be curious about what would've happened if they'd ended up keeping it secret for at least another year. There was the unlikely possibilty they would've made it, lasted through everything, but he doubts it. After all, as Carly once put it, if she wanted something, Robin would run to Europe as opposed to just telling him. It was exhausting.

There was then the possibility that him and Carly would've gotten together, raised Michael. Been a happy family. A tad bit dysfunctional, but happy.

Then there was his romance with Elizabeth. That one was, by far, one of the most bizarre things, now that he thinks about it. They were so different; it was doomed from the start. As much as he hates to admit it, Carly was right about that one. There was no chance of that relationship lasting.

And of course, there was him and Sam. Their end, their downfall, had been the same one he'd had with Elizabeth: she wasn't able to deal with the mob. But if he was being honest with himself, he knew that it was more than that; it was because, as Sam had said repeatedly, "I don't know if your first allegiance is to Carly or to me." To be honest, neither did he.

Sam would always question his relationship with Carly. It caused a fight everytime she brought it up, and when Sam had learned of their past, her head had nearly flew off her body. She hadn't exactly taken the news that her lover's best friend was also someone who he'd been in love with at one point well. The fact she'd been in love with him too didn't help matters.

As she'd tactfully put it one argument, "You'd die for her in less than a second and you're always going to her defenses! If anyone dares to speak a word against her, suddenly she's a fucking saint who's never wronged a soul! Carly, the same woman who wrecks your life at every chance and ruins all of your relationships! This is the same woman who you drop everything to help time and time again, even me! Carly doesn't feel bad when she comes in here, constantly, with all of her problems and needs you to solve all of them! Whatever the fuck it is you're feeling for her isn't friendly or familial."

That wasn't a fun fight for them to have whenever she'd brought it up. It always ended up with both of them fighting dirty before they'd inevitably forgive each other. It pissed him off that she'd question what he felt for Carly, that she'd try and make him admit something he didn't feel. She felt mad because of jealousy, feeling jealous of how much he cared for the blonde. Hell, they'd broken up because of his loyalty to her.

There was one common denominator in all of his breakups: Carly.

Whether or not he'd realized it at the time, she'd been the reason for all of them. Robin and him because he agreed to be Michael's father as a favor to Carly, Elizabeth and him because she didn't like the mob or his best friend, Sam because she didn't like his allegiance being to Carly.

He's surprisingly okay with that, considering everything. Shockingly, he's not pissed at her for, as Sam said, "Ruining all of his relationships every chance she got." The reason is because he knows she didn't mean to. She may have hated some of them, but so long as they didn't want to punch her, she remained civil. Truly, she just wanted him to be happy. Because he knew that, he's fine with the fact that she had caused their destruction.

All night, he'd stayed up thinking of his memories with Carly, trying to put her in a box in his brain. As usual, she refused. Even in his brain, she was too stubborn for her own good. Her name kept jumping from box to box until finally he gave up trying to categorize her and simply indulged in a bit of nostalgia.

Flashback

It was a cold day outside, even for New York's winter. She'd finally gotten around to letting the boys play in the snow and insisted he join.

"Jason, make a snowball with me!" Morgan had yelled, still too young to really make one properly.

Of course, he'd obliged his best friend's youngest and gotten in a snowball fight with Michael, who had a surprising knack for snowball making.

"I give up!" Michael shouted when Morgan flat out tackled him, covering him with snow in the process and earning a loud laugh out of both Carly and Jason. "Morgan, get off of me! I'm cold!"

"We won, right, Jason?" Morgan asks, smiling widely.

"Yes we did, buddy. Which means, we get a prize. What are you thinking?"

"Hot cocoa!"

"I want hot cocoa too!" Michael pouts, getting out of the snow.

"Morgan, how about we get you a new toy sometime this week? We'll go to the toy store and get you whatever toy you want," Jason bargains.

"Do I get hot cocoa too?"

Laughing, Carly says, "Yes, Morgan, you and your brother get hot cocoa. Why don't you go inside and have Leticia get you some?"

"Yay!" Morgan claps, going in the house with a soaked Michael following him.

"Can we come back out here after our hot cocoa and sled?"

"Sure," Jason answers before Carly, getting a smile out of a shivering Michael. "But you two have to be warned up first and the sun can't be setting in ten minutes."

"Deal." Michael agrees, heading inside. "Morgan! Let's sit by the fire!"

Carly playfully shoves his shoulder, "Now they're going to get freezing cold all over again. Thanks."

"Hey, the kid lost a bet. I'm keeping him from getting even more emotionally wounded. Besides, the sun'll set before they're warmed up."

"Mhm. This has nothing to do with the fact you feel bad for not seeing them when they're with Sonny." Bringing up his name darkens the mood, but he nods his agreement.

"It's better for them if I don't see Sonny right now. I know they know something's up with us and I don't want them picking a side-"

"Too late. My boys are always on your side."

"He's their father."

"You're their Jason," Carly counters, smiling.

"Big difference there, Carly."

"No, not really. Look, Sonny's being a pissy bitch because he knows you're right and he knows that I'm on your side. My boys are too, you know that. They know he fucked up and they know that you didn't. So while he's having a tantrum, you're helping me raise them like you always do."

"They're you two's kids, I don't want them getting caught up in all of this."

"To hell with my ex husband, Jason! He's throwing a tantrum and ignoring them. He doesn't give a damn about what they think about it either; he's just mad. They may be his kids, but you clearly care more about them," the blonde argues.

"He's upset because of me! He's ignoring the boys because of me, Carly! Don't you get that?" Jason exclaims, clearly battling himself mentally. "I caused it."

"You didn't do anything wrong!"

"That's not how Sonny sees it!"

"It's how I see it. It's how the boys see it. It's how anyone with half a braincell sees it, Jason! Don't you get it? We're on your side here, no matter what, because you're always, always on ours."

New flashback

"Give me my divorce, Jax!" Carly insists, begging him to sign the papers while Jason simply glares at her soon-to-be ex-husband.

"No!"

"Just give her the divorce. Hasn't she suffered enough?" Jason inquires, breaking his silence and putting an arm around his friend.

"Why, so you two can run off together? No," Jax answers defiantly. "What the hell are you doing here anyways?"

"To make sure you don't intimidate my friend into staying in a marriage she doesn't want to."

"I can't believe this," the Australian chuckles madly, "you really have him here for intimidation? What's Jason gonna go, shoot me? Good luck with that, buddy. Why don't you go leave my marriage and my family alone?'

"I am his family," Carly says, glaring at him. "And he's mine. Always has been, always will be. You knew that when we got married, that my first allegiance is to my children and Jason. If I were you, I'd suggest that you shut up and sign the damn papers."

"And give up my family?"

"Josslyn will always be your daughter and I like our custody agreement for her. She'll always be your family. But as for me and my boys, we're not," the blonde tells him, encouraged by the fact that Jax genuinely looks a little frightened.

"Fine," he relents, signing the papers and storming out of the office.

She feels a tear go down her face and Jason wipe it away. "Why are you crying? Isn't this what you wanted, a divorce from him?"

A chuckle escapes her, "Of course it is. But now, it's really over. I wasn't expecting to feel like this. I was expecting to feel happy or something, and I do, I feel relief, but now I also feel scared. I'm not even sure where I'll be living."

"You guys can stay at the penthouse, if you want. There's plenty of room and besides, it's quiet since Sam moved out." Jason offers and she smiles widely at him.

"Yet another thing I'll never be able to repay you for," Carly smiles, hugging him. "You sure you can handle two kids, a rebellious Michael, and me all at the same time?"

"Yeah," he answers quickly. "You're family."

"Thank you, for being there for me and them through everything that's happened. I love you."

"I love you too."

"It's nice to hear it."

"Yeah yeah, I think you've got to go tell the boys they're coming to the penthouse for a little while."

"They're going to be over the moon about this! Maybe Michael will finally stop being an angsty teenager." Carly squeals excitedly.

"I doubt living with me will change that," he says. "You sure Sonny's going to be okay with this?"

"I couldn't give less shit's if I tried about what Sonny thinks if I'm being completely honest with you, Jason, so don't you dare tell me that you're revoking your offer," she threatens loosely, knowing he'd never do that to her, to their family.

"Never. Just saying, it might be better if you're on good terms with your ex husband-"

"Well, I don't care. The boys, Josslyn, and I are going to be fine, living with you."

Back to reality

"Jason! Help!" She calls again, waking him from his memories and snapping him back into action.

"Carly, you're at GH. Cyrus is in police custody. I'm here, you're safe," he promises. "Nothing's going to happen to you. I promise."

It slowly sinks in and she breathes normally again before asking, "How's work stuff? Did Florence get home safe?"

"Yes."

"Shouldn't you be at the office or something?"

"No, I'm supposed to be here, making sure you're healing properly and nagging you," he quips, getting a smile. "Besides, nothing interesting is going on today. You're what's important here, not the business."

"The business is important too," she argues.

"Not as important as you."

A smile breaks out on her face at that, "Thanks."

"I'd say anytime, but I'm afraid it'd become a habit."

"When did you become so funny?"

"I've always been funny, you just haven't been paying attention."

"Sure. You're always so serious, walking around so stoic and never showing emotion until you're at your breaking point. Or think you're gonna die. It's sad, really. I mean, I love you and I know you love me, but it's sad you feel like you can't show emotion."

"I show emotion."

"Mhm."

"Sometimes. When I feel like it."

"Sure."

"You see my emotions more than anyone else."

"I know," Carly smiles. "That's just because I'm an amazing person and friend."

"You're also a tad bit overconfident."

"She wasn't last night," a sinister voice says from behind them. A voice belonging to Cyrus Renault.

To be continued after I pass out on my bed and don't wake up until school

@ryleighjosephine im not listening to school

[lucisfavoritedemon]

Fate & Destiny: Mistakes Were Made

Pairing: Dean x Nelly

Summary: Nell and Dean are sent away from shoplifting, but things don’t exactly go how they thought.

Warnings: Spoilers (episode of Season 9 and part of a few episodes of Season 11).

Word Count: 1338

A/N: Words in italics are things happening while Nell and Sam read the book. Some chapters won't have any because those are read silently, but the ones with italics are being read aloud.

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It was February, 1995, when our first mistake takes place. Dean had gone and gambled all of the food money John had given him to make sure Nell and Sam we're fed. It was Nell’s brilliant idea to shoplift from the convenient store. Both were horrible decisions that ended up with them in seperate homes for delinquents.

Nell was sent to an all girl’s home called Miss Hewitt's Home for Juvenile Girls, while Dean was sent to a boy’s home, called Sonny’s Home for Boys, just a mile down the road. They were stuck in this place till someone could get a hold of John. Nell and Dean both had horrible expectations of these places, and of course they both thought the worst when it came to John finding out. Both were surprised, yet not at the same time, that John wanted them to stay there till he came to get them. Dean thought the worst about what would happen to Sam, and Nell was just worried about what might happen to her.

“Woah! Wait a sec! That is not what I thought at all!” Nell yelled at Sam, who was sitting across from her in the Bunker Library.

“Maybe Chuck doesn't know what you were thinking.” Sam rationalized

“But he's God. God knows everything. How could he misinterpret what I was thinking.”

“Maybe he didn't.”

“Whatever, just continue reading.”

Nell and Dean we're settling nicely into there new temporary lives. School was going well for Dean he was a Sophomore and already found himself a girlfriend. Nell, who was a Freshman (she skipped a grade through passing extremely hard tests), on the other hand was struggling with this new arrangement, and she did not like the fact that her best friend had someone else he wanted to rely on. She felt this girl was changing him, and he started to drift away from her.

“Hey Dean.” She approached him cautiously.

“Oh hi Nelly.” He said barely taking a glance at her.

“It's Nell, and do you mind if I sit with you?” She asked hesitantly, but also stern because now that she had this new nickname, she hated her actual name.

“Um this spot is actually being saved for someone.” He looked over at a girl and waved her over. She had long brown hair, and, overall, she was really pretty. Nell walked away knowing the seat was for her. She didn't talk to him much after that.

2 weeks had rolled by and still John had not shown up, but Dean didn't care he wanted to stay. He wanted to stay with Robin in a place where he didn't have to be the hero all the time. He started to take up wrestling, and was actually kind of good at it.

It was going quite the opposite direction for Nell. She was just told that if she wanted to they had finally found family in England who would be willing to take her in and finish raising her.

The news hit her like a ton of bricks. She didn't want to leave, she liked it in the states, and she didn't want to be away from Dean. No matter how horribly he treated her for a girl he was always going to be her best friend. So, she decided to ask Dean. If he even hesitated on answering she would stay and wait for John to come and get them, but if didn't hesitate on answering to yes, then she would leave because he made it perfectly clear that he didn't want her around anymore. She just hoped he would tell her no and apologize for treating her so poorly. She would totally forgive him in a heartbeat.

“Hey Dean?” She approached him sitting in the bench outside of Sonny's.

“Hi Nell, uh what are you doing here?” He looked flustered, like he was trying to hide something.

“I wanted to ask you something.” She spoke, but he just kept frantically looking around.

“Sure.” He answered still not really paying attention to her.

“I wanted to ask if you wanted me around anymore. Miss Hewitt found living relatives in England and U wanted to ask if you thought it was a good idea for me to go, or if I should stay and just wait for John?”

“Yeah that sounds like a great idea do it.” He answered, and Nell was heartbroken, then she noticed Robin coming down the driveway, and she knew what his decision was.

“Well I guess this is goodbye.” She spoke softly not even sure if he could hear her, and she honestly didn't care anymore. The damage had been done.

“Yeah bye.” He blatantly stated before he walked over to Robin.

Bell walked off toward Miss Hewitt’s, and gave her, her answer. She was going to England, and living the remainder of her life there until she could afford to come back, and even then she's not even sure she would.

“Dean really said that to you?” Sam asked looking at you confused as to why Dean would do something like that to his girlfriend, or why she would even want to be with him after that.

“He was all caught up in Robin that he barely even knew what u was saying. He didn't even remember me asking the question.”

“So you gave him a free pass?”

“No he apologized for what he did even though he didn't realize what he had done.”

“Oh okay.” Sam rolled his eyes, but continued reading.

The last few days of her life in the states was hard. She wanted him to notice her one last time, and she didn't want their last encounter to be all she remembers in 30 years when people ask her how her life was back in the states, and why did she decided to move to the UK.

She wanted to at least give him a proper goodbye, but by the time she was going to, the car that was going to take her to the airport had arrived. She had no time left. She was going to have to hold on to the good memories if Dean, Sam, and John. They would always be her second family, and she was going to miss them even if they never thought about her again.

A week had passed since Nell was taken to the UK,  and Dean wanted to talk to get about something personal, but he couldn't find her anywhere. He asked every teacher and student who had ever come into contact with her. No one knew where she was. She hadn't been to school for a while. All of the just assumed she was sick with a cold.

Dean decided to head to Miss Hewitt's and ask her where Nell had been…

“Wait… it took him that long to figure out you were gone?” Sam queried.

“Sh, keep reading.” Nell ordered.

“Hi Miss Hewitt? I'm looking for a girl named Nelly Charles though she goes by Nell.” Dean looked at the woman doing paperwork at the front desk.

“She left a week ago boy. I just emailed the school to remind them to take her off the rosters. Silly people keep calling to tell me she hasn't shown up for class. Of course not she's not even in the country.” Miss Hewitt said not looking up from her papers.

“What do you mean she's not even in the country?”

“Boy please leave to do my work. She left to live with her grandparents until she is the proper age live on her own. Now please go away and quit distracting me.” She looked up angry before going back to what she was doing.

Dean had no idea what to say. He was lost now. There were things he wanted to tell her that he didn't get a chance to tell her. She was gone from his life forever, and she was never coming back. This hit him like a ton of bricks. Now he was truly alone.

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