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Mimi's Endless Ocs

↳Re-Introducing Stranger Things Oc: Benjamin Hopper Series: An 80s Mixtape: Book One: Crazy Train [Revamped Chapter One coming soon!]

Summary:

Benjamin Lee Hopper was born on July 4th,1967. He was a product of a one-night stand between a woman named Ellen and his father Jim Hopper. He first met his dad when he was only two weeks old after being left on his dad's front porch with a note from his mother claiming he didn’t want him.

As Ben got older, he started having weird dreams, most of the time it would have been shrugged off by his dad and then stepmother Diane as it being a normal child having vivid dreams. But then the dreams started turning into nightmares right before his little sister Sarah got sick. His parents couldn’t pay much attention to Ben at that point since they were focused on trying to get Sarah well, but then she ended up dying. 

The nightmares had gotten worse after that. It ended up getting to the point where one terrifying night on September 7th,1979 his dad rushed him to the doctor to help get rid of them. 

It had worked for a while but years later, in 1983, Ben's dreams were back. He was dreaming of a girl in a hospital gown and then Will screaming right before he went missing. 

Every year after that… the dreams would get worse and worse, with different monsters and threats to his friends and family.

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SEE YOURSELF (18+)

Pairing: Dmitri Antonov x Fem!Reader / Enzo x Fem!Reader Series: Day one of the October challenges. | Masterlist here. Prompt: Edging/Orgasm denial Warnings: GRAPHIC SMUT. Not much plot. Note: Here we are to kick this off. I hope you all enjoy.

You knew you were a little stubborn. 

It had been something that had been stuck with you since you were a kid. You knew how to really dig your heels in about certain things, an odd mix of patience only making your stubbornness stronger in certain ways. You could really hold your ground when you had your mind set on something, as much as that was both a virtue and a flaw depending on the situation. It was usually only in hindsight that you could tell the difference. 

If anything, it felt like you noticed most things in hindsight these days. 

You knew your little on-and-off partnership with Murray might come back to bite you in the ass, and it wasn’t like what you had found yourself doing as entirely legal. Given that you had been raised up by a family of Doomsday Preppers, it wasn’t like you were unfamiliar with things like paranoia and secrecy. You had also gotten particularly skilled at forging documents–nothing overly official, but an ID or driver’s license here and there. Passports were always extra and something you didn’t like doing often, but it was the thing that got someone like Murray on your radar.

He always brought you the more…interesting work. You should have figured that he’d bring you something that really got you in over your head. 

That moment eventually came in the form of a sudden appearance from the man himself and an exhausted looking stranger in tow. 

Though, the following months were a surprise too. The evolution from taking him in as a begrudging favor, to something closer to friends, and now occasionally pulling each other into bed. Really, you knew Dmitri was an attractive man, as much as the situation he brought with him was nothing but a headache sometimes. He was rather soft-spoken, yet he had a wit to him that had drawn you into him very easily after a while. Intelligent, introspective when the moment was right, and almost playful in others. 

As much as your initial goal was to get him set up so he could leave, it was hard not to feel like you wanted to keep him around sometimes. Some days it felt like you both would dance around the subject, as much as you eventually landed on it in the end. 

It was hard to ignore the way the gazes started to linger, too. The way a part of you had wanted to test the line, yet struggled to find the courage to really do so in ways that were noticeable. You had thought, at least. 

Obviously, that viewpoint had shifted once the facades started to drop and one night you found your hand gripping at the hair on the back of his head, Dmitri’s mouth on your own.

Really, you didn’t fully know what this was supposed to be between the two of you. The first night, you had just figured it would be just that. The second night, it kind of threw things into question. Along with the odd tender moment shared between the two of you that felt much more than just this unnamed thing between the two of you. Yet, neither of you seemed to want to put a name to it, to say exactly what it was. Sometimes it ate at you, while in other moments you didn’t really care to dig into it. 

The current night fell more toward the latter. 

Dmitri could be hard to read sometimes, especially when things turned more physical. Sometimes it felt like the both of you were trying to scratch an itch that neither of you could get at otherwise, while other times it felt more intimate than that. 

The look in Dmitri’s eyes was more amused than you were used to, currently, however. 

The night had started slow, lingering touches and kisses coming across as more sensual. It hadn’t taken you a terribly long time to figure out where things were headed, and it had you responding in kind. Really, it had been a while and you couldn’t help the small building eagerness that started to drive your actions. Yet, Dmitri seemed to have his own plans, stopping your wandering hands from progressing too far with a frustrating sense of patience. His touches were the opposite, trailing along toward the parts you wanted him to touch the most before he would change course. 

By the time you found yourself laying on your back on your bed, you had an idea on what he was trying to do. 

Still, you found yourself shutting your eyes as Dmitri’s mouth pressed against the side of your neck. You parted your legs to let him lay between them, pressing his body against your own as he dropped his kisses down to the space that connected your neck to your shoulder. You ran your hands down his back, trailing your fingers over his spine before resting on his lower back. You lifted your hips somewhat, grinding yourself against the hardness of his cock through his boxers. Dmitri responded in kind, pressing himself against you and gave you a taste of the contact you were seeking. Yet, it didn’t seem to deter him too much from his slower pace. 

Mercifully, however, he seemed to catch on to what you were wanting as he moved to pull your underwear down your legs. You shifted forward somewhat, spreading your legs a little more so you opened yourself for him a little more. The action pulled a small groan from him that almost dissolved into a chuckle at the end. 

“You are very eager tonight.” 

“You’re being a terrible tease,” you replied, taking in a short breath when you felt him press a finger along your folds and stopping to rub against a certain spot. 

“You don’t seem to mind.” 

“I’m starting to, actually…” you muttered, sounding half-hearted even in your own ears as you gently rolled your hips against his hand. 

Dmitri kept his attention on your clit with his fingers, sometimes circling it in a way that had you gasping somewhat before he’d slow down with more deliberate strokes. He was close to what you needed, yet always a short ways off. It was slowly starting to kill you. All the while, he remained nearby, watching your reactions and you knew he would change up his motions if you showed too much of one. 

You wanted to control your reactions, take him by surprise, yet you knew it was pointless. You had already been pent up and he was only making that worse. 

So, it had you moaning outright when he finally inserted his fingers. The slight stretch was welcomed, his fingers pumping inside almost feeling like a relief. You gently rocked your hips against his movements, not wanting to give too much but also wanting him to touch just a little deeper. 

You welcomed the kiss he pressed against your mouth as he leaned over, parting your lips for his tongue with a small sigh. You rested your hand against the back of his neck while you dropped a hand down toward his lower abdomen. At meeting no protest from him, you dropped that hand lower to palm at him over his boxers. The action pulled a small moan from him against your mouth, pressing himself a little harder against your hand. You started to stroke him somewhat, trying to match the pace he set with his fingers still inside you. 

It was difficult to keep that up, however, when he curled his fingers somewhat to swipe against a spot inside you that shot little sparks of pleasure into your core. At the small whimper you let out, Dmitri took the time to pull back from the kiss somewhat to guide your hand away from where you were touching him. 

“You want me to touch you?” you asked. 

“Yes,” he replied, “But it defeats the purpose.” 

“What would that be?” You might honestly just do what he wanted if it meant it would release the tension building in your gut. 

“No matter how close you get, I’m not letting you cum tonight unless it is on my cock.” 

“I-I’m more than ready,” you said, the combination of his words and another brush against that spot inside you almost making you moan. 

“I know. You are soaking my fingers. I know you are more patient than this, though,” Dmitri replied. 

You were patient in some sense, but this was certainly a test of that. Still, you couldn’t help but take in the sensations he was pulling from you, hitting just the right spots enough to really have you squirming somewhat. You could feel that familiar tension building toward that moment you were craving, Dmitri keeping up his pace with his fingers. You were left to grip one of your thighs and the bed when he moved further down so he knelt down at the edge of the bed. 

Just as it felt like you were crawling closer to that edge, he slowly pulled his fingers out. You groaned somewhat, feeling your walls pulse in the absence as you let your head fall back somewhat in frustration. While a part of you wanted to tell him to stop playing around, you couldn’t help but admit that a small part of you was curious. What it would feel like to finally climax after you had been pushed toward that moment again and again. Yet, you knew there was only so much you could take. You figured there was only so much Dmitri could take, too, yet he was making a particularly good show of indifference at the moment. 

So, you didn’t say anything when you felt him start to kiss the inside of your thighs, his hot breath against the sensitive skin there as he kissed his way further up. Very close, yet didn’t put his mouth on you just yet. 

While the excitement from before was starting to ebb out, you knew the anticipation was putting a flutter to your stomach. The curiosity was keeping you playing along for the moment, yet you couldn’t help the way you wanted to buck your hips or at least touch yourself. Still, you let him do what he wanted for the moment. 

Thankfully, it wasn’t much longer until Dmitri shifted one of your legs to settle against one of his shoulders before he bowed his head down. The feeling of his tongue dragging along your sensitive folds pulled a small sound from you, one of your hands coming down to rest in his hair. Moreso for something to hold, considering you doubted he’d let you guide him this time around. As much as you craved something deeper, the prodding of his tongue inside you was pleasurable enough. 

Though, you weren’t too sure if it was a good thing if he had worked you up beforehand or not. 

Your clit was particularly sensitive and begging for attention when Dmitri finally swiped his tongue over it, the feeling making your legs tense somewhat. The alternating between his tongue against your clit and the light sucking had you struggling not to grind yourself on his mouth, pulling a few drawn out gasps and moans from you. Though, the addition of another finger pushing inside you had you letting out a short cry. 

“Dmitri–fuck…” 

“Not yet,” he warned as he parted his mouth from you for a moment, watching you squirm somewhat at him pushing a second finger into you again. 

“You’re…terrible,” you managed to get out around a small moan. 

“If you could see yourself, you would understand why I do it,” he commented before reattaching his mouth to your clit again. 

You moaned again as he sucked at your clit again, the combination of his fingers pushing you into that familiar territory again. The growing tension in your gut made you tighten your hold in his hair, moving your hips against him until you felt him press you down against the bed with his free hand. This was starting to become rather torturous, as much as you were feeding off the mounting pleasure he was giving you.

In particular, you could feel that pressure moving down toward your core as Dmitri kept his attention on your pussy. You let out a few moans, trying to keep your hips still as he curled his fingers somewhat, tongue flicking against your clit. You took in a short breath, feeling your walls start to twitch somewhat as you could feel yourself growing dangerously close. 

Dmitri pulled back, removing his fingers from inside of you. You let out a small noise at the sudden absence, your walls twitching somewhat but you could already feel that sensation becoming less intense from the lack of stimulation. 

“I want to cum so badly, please…” you muttered around a small breath as Dmitri stood up at the end of the bed. 

“Not yet,” Dmitri repeated, shifting the last of his clothing down to release his hard cock. 

He climbed back up onto the bed, crawling over you so he could press his mouth against yours in a hard kiss. You responded instantly, pressing back into the kiss with a small sigh as you wrapped your arms around the back of his shoulders, his body pressing against your own in a way that was somehow both not enough and a little overwhelming at the same time. 

You lifted your hips somewhat, feeling his cock slide against your folds. The sensation pulled a moan from Dmitri against your mouth, him pressing back in return as he ground himself against you somewhat as you met his motion with another small roll of your hips. He parted from the kiss with a small inhale, letting out another short moan as you rubbed yourself against him again. 

As much as the words were right on the tip of your tongue; how much you wanted to feel him inside you, thankfully you didn’t have to say anything at the moment. Dmitri shifted somewhat, you feeling the tip of his cock press against your entrance as you wrapped your legs around his hips somewhat. You let out a soft sound at him pushing inside, his cock stretching you open a little more with only a little bit of a sting given how wet you already were. While he could push in further with little resistance, Dmitri still went slower than he needed to. 

Though, the feeling of his cock fully inside you was enough to where you didn’t feel the need to complain much. Still, you moved your hips against him, really wanting some movement. Dmitri rolled his hips against yours in turn, another somewhat slow movement as you tried to urge him to move a little faster. You were only met with a small, breathless huff in amusement and another small roll of his hips. 

“I have never seen you so needy for me.” 

“That is completely of your own doing–oh, fuck.” You cut yourself with a small gasp when he pressed into you with a bit of a harder thrust. 

“You have been really good for me, just a little more,” he muttered into your shoulder. 

You gripped a little tighter onto his shoulders as Dmitri’s thrusts became a little harder, setting a rhythm that was easier for you to follow. Still, despite that, you were still ridiculously close and each thrust of his cock rubbed against you in a way that made that fact hard to ignore. You really didn’t know how long ‘just a little more’ was in Dmitri’s mind, yet you tried your best to prolong your looming orgasm, trying not to move too much at points in increasingly poor attempts at trying to hold back. 

Shutting your eyes for a few moments, you tried to focus on anything outside of that pressure building up in you again. It was rather difficult, however, as you could hear Dmitri panting in your ear, his increasingly frequent moans and the sounds of your bodies meeting together as he thrusts grew faster. You let out a small, strained noise almost as a warning–to yourself or him, you weren’t sure–as you could feel that light fluttering deep inside you. 

The seconds almost seemed to drag on, each press of his cock against your walls and prod against that spot inside of you pushing you closer and closer to that edge. Dmitri’s thrusts were coming faster and deeper, the pleasure of those sensations making you moan and cry out more than you really had control over. 

“Dmitri…” you moaned. 

“I know,” he breathed, letting out what sounded like a curse in Russian. 

Mercifully, it seemed like the moment you had been waiting for was not as far off as you had been feeling. After a few more seconds, as much as it felt like time was dragging on indefinitely in the moment, Dmitri let out a deep moan and lifted his head to look at you again. 

“Cum for me,” he finally said, a command that took a few seconds to register but you were more than happy to oblige. 

You started to move your hips in time with his own again, only having to really hold on for more than a few more thrusts before that building pressure finally moved further down. You pressed your head back against the bed as your pussy clenched around Dmitri’s cock, the rush of your orgasm washing out his short praises and comments as you did so. Nor did you really catch the moment when Dmitri buried himself deep inside you and came with a low groan into your neck. You moaned and whimpered a little as the effects of your orgasm started to ebb out, your walls still clenching and fluttering lightly as your mind seemed to return to you. 

Dmitri still lay on top of you, his chest pressing against your own as he was catching his breath. You willed your legs to relax from where you still had them curled against his hips, which prompted him to shift to pull out of you before laying down against your side. 

“You are okay?” he asked after a few moments, which made you nod lightly with a small chuckle. 

“Yes.” 

You placed your hand over the arm Dmitri slung across your middle, smiling softly at the feeling of him pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. 

“I’ll get you back for this,” you muttered, feeling the tickle of Dmitri’s mustache against your skin as he grinned. “Just probably not tonight.” 

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[PT 2/2]Happy Pride🌈 @astarionbae

[wipbigbang]

Story Title: Sing If You're Glad To Be Gay

Fandom: Stranger Things

Summary: 

August, 1983:

Months before Will Byers disappears, Steve Harrington is outed, bullied, and shunned. Eddie would be overjoyed to find another gay kid in Hawkins if it wasn't THAT gay kid.

Warnings:

canon-typical violence, canon-typical behavior, period-typical homophobia, relationship between 17- and 18-year-old, explicit sex, under negotiated kink / sex, dubious consent, bullying, internalized homophobia, negative self talk, suicidal ideation, recreational drug use, underage drinking / drunk driving, implied / referenced child abuse, 

Characters:

Steve Harrington Eddie Munson Jeff (Stranger Things) Gareth (Stranger Things) Robin Buckley Jonathan Byers Nancy Wheeler Barb Holland Chrissy Cunningham Patrick (Stranger Things)

Pairings: Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson

When I Started:*

October 2022 I fell hard into the Stranger Things fandom. This story originally started as “What needs to change for Steve to win his fight against Billy in Season 2?” and pretty rapidly went off the rails into something wildly alternate universe. I loved the premise, and it really gave me a chance to dig in to how relationships between characters would change if the events leading up to S01 did.

How I Lost My Shit:*

I’m a very non-linear writer, so there were scattered scenes and snippets of conversation and rushed notes on where everything should end up. I was slowly stitching it together into something more coherent, but I got distracted writing other stories.

How I Finished My Shit:*

A friend in the Stranger Things Writers Guild discord server mentioned that the WIP BigBang was happening and she was participating. Signing up gave me a strong incentive to finish without being punitive about failure. The artist I was paired with did such a stellar job that I was absolutely driven to finish.

A submission for WIPBB!

[calciseptinefic]

howling in shadows

Summary: Almost two years after being transformed by the Upside Down, Steve's monstrous instincts drive him to a small bar on the outside of town. There he meets Eddie Munson, who is the lead singer of a metal band on the cusp of making it big; Eddie, who has also been irrevocably changed by the supernatural horrors of Hawkins; Eddie, who is drawn to Steve as Steve is to him. Together, they learn to navigate the intense push and pull of their feelings, and—inevitably—fall in love.

Stranger Things || Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington || EXPLICIT || Part 02 notes: Many thanks to babygato for her beta! ♥ Title from Ozzy Osbourne's 'Bark at the Moon'.

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Secure in the promise of later, Eddie leaves Steve with a wink and a swagger. He heads to the bar where his bandmates wait, and Steve's eyes unconsciously follow, watching as Eddie loops a long arm around one set of shoulders and claps the flat of his palm against another's skinny back. Two of the band members dart curious glances at Steve, while the third downs a shot before he jabs Eddie in the chest with his elbow.

Shot Guy says something.

Eddie throws back his head and barks a laugh. His long, curly hair cascades down his back, a dark river that stops halfway down his spine; it is only a few shades lighter than his black leather jacket, shadow upon shadow. Steve wonders what made Eddie laugh like that—if he could make Eddie laugh like that—and unintentionally focuses on the conversation.

"—here for a metal cover band? I mean, he's wearing a polo for chrissakes," Shot Guy continues. A normal person wouldn't be able to hear their conversation from across the bar, but Steve can understand Shot Guy as though they were standing side by side. "Doesn't seem like his kind of thing."

"Can't say," Eddie replies easily. "I'll ask him after."

"After?" snorts the band member who Eddie clapped on the back. "Seriously?"

"What can I say? The polo really does it for me." Eddie flashes a sharp grin and takes a step away, his arms falling back to his sides. "Now, do you losers want to stay here and keep gossiping, or do you want to go play some fucking music?"

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[harringtonbrat]

Steddie is Spideypool in a different AU and I'm not mad about it.

[bibaybe]

OC Halloween Challenge 2023 / Day Thirteen: Have Killer Fun At Summer Camp!

When the King kids go to Camp Hawkins for the summer, they're expecting a good time. Raya's looking forward to flirting with fellow counselor Robin Buckley, Ginny can't wait to embarrass Jordan in front of his friends, and Jordan just wants to spend some time alone with Will Byers. But when the adults are all murdered in one night and Will and Jordan both go missing, Raya and Ginny are forced to take on the mantle of responsibility for the kids while also figuring out how to find their cousin and his crush before time runs out.

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— Steddie short

Eddie wears makeup to Hellfire for the first time.

Eyeliner made a lot of difference, yet it was still subtle. Flashy colours weren't for Eddie so he went with black. A safe option since it was his first time trying makeup and going outside with it still on.

The guys at Hellfire agreed it looked cool. Mike seemed doubtful but all it took was for Lucas to drop a comment about how wicked it looked, which made the sheep all nod in agreement.

He'd been nervous at first for how they'd react; not that he'd ever tell a soul. Maybe Will found it odd given the looks he sent now and then only to stare at the table when Eddie caught him but he said nothing.

The true test came when they all walked out of school after the session. Had he known what waited for him—or more precisely who waited for him—he'd been prepared. Thought of a witty one liner in advance to drop to ease the tension. He hadn't.

The BMW waited by the curb but Steve stood by the stairs. He wore his favourite sweater. The yellow one that had caused his mother to ask if he didn't do clothes shopping by himself. At the sight of the club, he raised his arm in an exaggerated gesture. "I've been waiting forever. Get in the car, Henderson," he said, greeting everyone else with one hand and a shake of his head as his eyes swept over them. They did a double-take on Eddie.

Eddie pulled at his pants and took a step closer as the pair if eyes studied him like a math equation he had to figure out. "Steve." His tongue twisted in his mouth and prevented him from speaking any other words.

Steve's eyebrows shot up, one hand scratching his neck while the other rested on his waist. "You're wearing makeup," he stated, eyes narrowing.

In an instant, Eddie felt his sharp edges poke out to defend himself. "What's it to you?" Tone sharp to ward off any comment about it, he took a step forward to say goodbye to Dustin.

Steve visibly flinched and stepped back as if stung. "Sorry, I didn't..." He ran a hand through his hair. Licked his lips. Didn't dare to look at Eddie. "Nothing, not my business, let's go." The last words he told Dustin so that they'd just get out of there and avoid putting his foot in his mouth again. They made it to the car without any further incidents on his behalf but that's when Eddie caught up with them to tell Dustin something about the next game.

He stood close to Steve, arms frantically flailing about as he talked. Once or twice he felt his knuckles brush against the soft fabric of Steve's sweater but neither of them moved away.

Dustin laughed, smiling, and listened intently to the behind-the-scenes secrets bestowed upon him. They could have kept it for at least one more hour if Steve hadn't opened his mouth but what came out was the best thing Dustin had heard in weeks.

"You smell good," he said, eyes on Eddie. Realisation kicked in just a second too late when Eddie stared at him but said nothing. "That's not what I... you look good, I mean, with the..." A groan filled with the despair of a thousand souls escaped him. He turned on his heels and got into his car. Sat there until Dustin got in next to him.

"Man, you are beet red. Duuude," he laughed, eyebrows wiggling.

"Shut up or I'm never picking you up again." A threat that fell flat because they both knew that wasn't true. God, his whole face felt hot. Even his neck. And Eddie had seen it. He could never return. Not ever.

[artyrosac]

I am seriously such a dork. I made a header for this post? Who am I?

But anyway, I have written fic! Yes, after a modest hiatus of 10 years, I have written fic. It's Harringrove. @harringrovest beta read it (♡).

Summary: Billy wants Harrington to see him. Turns out getting possessed and almost killed by an interdimensional flesh-eating spider monster is one way to make him look. Kissing a random guy in a gay bar in Indianapolis is another.

This is 100% self-indulgent feel-good fic, and I have no regrets.

Read here on AO3.

[polyamships]

by wolfish_willow

Steve's looking forward to his date with Nancy and Jonathan. Unfortunately, he's not quite over his time spent in the Entity's Realm and a reminder of it is enough to derail their plans.

Words: 1507, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016), Dead by Daylight (Video Game)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers, Nancy Wheeler

Relationships: Jonathan Byers/Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler

Additional Tags: post-Dead by Daylight, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Panic Attacks, Holding Hands, Implied/Referenced Character Death, bc Dead by Daylight was a thing that happened, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, Steve Harrington-centric, POV Steve Harrington

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💕Oc Pride Challenge 2024 💕 Day Two: Gay

Make something for an oc that identifies as gay!

"Friends don't look at each other the way we do."

Benjamin Hopper x Steve Harrington

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@arrthurpendragon @daughter-of-melpomene @thatmagickjuju @ginevrastilinski 

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FEVER

Pairing: Dmitri Antonov x Reader / Enzo x Reader Series: Day two of the October challenges. | Masterlist here. Prompt: Sickfic Warnings: There is mention of vomit (not in detail), fever, and general illness. So, if you are squeamish, I'd avoid this one. Note: Shorter one this time, but I enjoy a pretty general sickfic and it's fun to explore. Also, the last time I had a high fever was when I caught c/ovid last year, so I'm sorry if things don't sound overly realistic.

The sudden slam of the bathroom door as you entered the house immediately set you on edge. 

Coming home late wasn’t exactly uncommon for either of you–one of you always seemed to be asleep before the other came home. Considering the growing scale of the things that happened at work, you knew you would likely be the one having to slip quietly into bed without disturbing Dmitri. So, you didn’t really rush back home that night. 

Though, the fact that a quiet house wasn’t what greeted you made you a little worried. 

Stepping out of your boots and hanging up your jacket, you didn’t turn on any lights outside of the faint one that was left on in the kitchen. Another oddity, considering neither of you really left lights on for each other to save money. So, you slowly started to make your way down the hallway, uncertain as to what was happening. 

However, the retching you heard from the bathroom quickly told you everything you needed to know. You grimanced lightly, pausing for a moment before you turned to head back toward the kitchen with somewhat hurried steps. As you did so, you realized that you had never really had to take care of Dmitri like this. He seemed to manage to avoid getting sick, so it was usually you who woke up with the fevers, colds, or whatever ailment you managed to catch. 

Though, you weren’t unfamiliar with the process. Upon finding that all you could really offer him for his stomach was a glass of water, you filled up a glass and made your way back down the hallway. 

Dmitri had moved on from the bathroom and was laying himself down on the side of your bed by the time you caught sight of him. 

While the room was dark, you could see in his body language that he wasn’t doing too well. Seeing the way he lay down with his back to you, curled up into himself, it was one of the rarer sights you saw from him. It was vulnerable–something you didn’t really see from him too often outside of quieter private moments or in bed. It had you pausing in the doorway of the bedroom for a few moments before you let out a soft sigh through your nose. 

Foregoing turning on a light, you walked toward his side of the bed and placed the glass down on the bedside table nearby. While you knew what to do, the whole…caretaker role was a little difficult for you sometimes. You didn’t like accepting help from others and, in turn, you didn’t really know how to properly comfort someone. Whatever you could give, however, seemed enough for Dmitri at least. Which is what mattered in the end, you supposed. 

You reached out to place a hand on his shoulder, Dmitri stirring somewhat before he clumsily reached up to grasp your hand in some sort of acknowledgement.

“You should drink something,” you commented, Dmitri only giving you a hum in response for a few moments. 

You could feel the claminess of his hand, which wasn’t a great sign but it didn’t seem too odd for what you saw of his symptoms so far. The shivering, however, put a crease to your brow. 

“I’m freezing,” he muttered, rolling over to face you finally, “Did you leave a window open?”

“No,” you replied, placing the back of your head against his forehead, “You’re probably running a fever. I think there is something here to actually help with that, at least. Just rest here a moment.” 

As warm as his head felt, you were a little relieved that he was asking somewhat coherent questions. Still, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for him–it certainly wasn’t that late at night, yet it was clear that he just wanted to sleep this off. Considering that you would do the same, you couldn’t blame him there. Though, knowing your luck, you were probably going to fall ill right behind him. Maybe he’d be feeling better by then so the both of you didn’t have to suffer. 

With some pills in hand, you returned back to the bedroom to see him sitting upright. Dmitri took the medication without much complaint, though you noticed he hadn’t changed out of much. At least he shed his outside wear, yet it seemed like he didn’t have the time or energy to change out of much beyond that. 

“You might feel more comfortable if you change out of that,” you pointed out, “I’m sure your fever doesn’t need the extra help.” 

“Are you sure you are not trying to get me undressed for your benefit?”

Despite the fact that he sounded exhausted, you couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped you at the quip. Well, if he was still able to joke then it might not be too bad. 

“From what I heard, it sounded like you had your head in the toilet a few minutes ago. So, how about you behave?”

Dmitri didn’t reply to that, but from what you could see in the darkness he at least seemed amused enough. Thankfully, he didn’t need much more prompting to remove his pants, at least. You started to dress down for bed as well, making your way to your usual side as Dmitri settled himself back down. Though, you caught the somewhat confused look he tossed your way over his shoulder as you sat down beside him, resting your back against the headboard. 

“You’re sleeping too? I don’t think it is that late.” 

He was right, admittedly. Of course, you had a long day so you could sleep at the moment, yet you knew you certainly didn’t have to. Yet, you had found yourself joining him anyway, as much as you didn’t really give much thought as to why you had. 

“I have had a long day, and I guess I want to make sure your fever is actually going down,” you replied after a moment. 

Dmitri gave a small hum in return, settling back down with a small huff. “My mother used to do similar. Kept her distance until I was sick, then she was always within arm’s reach. She was probably worried. She never had good experiences with illness.” 

“Well, I really hope that is the only thing about me that reminds you of your mother,” you remarked, earning a small chuckle. 

Though, he really was running a fever if he was wanting to talk about his family. It had never felt like pulling teeth to get him to talk about his family or life, but it wasn’t always the first topic offered up. 

“My family was always the type to just say to lay down and sleep it off, anyway,” you continued, reaching out to thread your fingers through his hair, running your fingertips down his scalp in thought. “Sometimes it might be bad enough to have someone nearby, but that was rare. My father was the worst, though. He could never sit still and it was torture for him to have to be in bed for longer than a night’s sleep…” 

You got a rather sleepy hum in return, so you continued in a softer tone. A few stories from childhood, some friends, animals, whatever you could think up for a while. As much as you didn’t want to press too close in case that would be too warm, it seemed Dmitri didn’t mind you running your hand through his hair and eventually against his back as you spoke. You continued for a while, even after you stopped getting responses to your pauses or silences. A part of you couldn’t help but feel some relief upon feeling him relax, his breathing evening out after a while. 

As you could feel yourself struggling to stay awake, you gingerly reached out to rest your hand on his forehead again. Still warm, but it seemed cooler than when you had last checked. 

With a small sigh, you let yourself drift off, the back of your hand resting against Dmitri’s back. 

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Dustin Henderson, the Scientific Method, and Homosexuality Author: crow_of_crimes (Theyna_Shipper) Rated: G Genre: General Pairing: Will/Mike Summary: Henderson applies the scientific method to figure out why two of his best friends have been acting so strangely.

[ocpotluck]

[PT 1/2]Happy Pride🌈 @astarionbae

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Story Title: Love’s Such an Old-Fashioned Word 

Fandom: Stranger Things 

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49495564

Summary:  

It’s a lazy weekend morning and Steve doesn’t have a shift until later, so they’re lying across their bed only half-watching whatever’s on TV. And then suddenly Nancy says, “we should have a kid.” 

Jonathan freezes. Once, a long time ago, he planned to grow up, get married, have kids. But he thought that they had discarded that dream along with their parents’ expectations and their belief in a fair world.

Jonathan and the people he love navigate what it means to bring a child into a world where they know that monsters exist.

Warnings: None

Characters: Jonathan Byers, Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, most of the other Stranger Things main characters 

Pairings: Jonathan Byers/Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler

When I Started: July 15, 2019 

How I Lost My Shit: I got them all the way to having the baby and then realized that was hard to write so I stopped. 

How I Finished My Shit: Very, very slowly. 

[calciseptinefic]

howling in shadows

Summary: Almost two years after being transformed by the Upside Down, Steve's monstrous instincts drive him to a small, no-name bar on the outside of town. There he meets Eddie Munson, the lead singer of a metal band on the cusp of making it big; Eddie, who has also been irrevocably changed by the supernatural horrors of Hawkins; Eddie, who is as drawn to Steve as Steve is to him. Together, they learn to navigate their wild feelings for one another.

Stranger Things || Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington || EXPLICIT || Part 01 notes: Many thanks to babygato for her beta! ♥ Title from Ozzy Osbourne's 'Bark at the Moon'.

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Steve has never been to the bar on the outskirts of Hawkins and, in the dark, he almost misses his turn.

"Shit," he curses as it pops up. He hits his brakes, jerks his steering wheel to the left. The car bounces as it goes over the edge of the paved road. "Shit—!"

His tires kick up gravel as he drives down a short incline towards the bar. There's a slab of cracked concrete jutting out from the front, a parking lot in name only; it is unable to accommodate more than six cars, and Steve ends up parking further away on a patch of packed dirt, between a pickup and a rusty Chevelle.

"Shit," Steve mutters a third time. His fingers flex off the steering wheel, white-knuckled. He's been distracted all day, thinking of this moment, thoughts circling around what he might find inside the bar. To himself he says, "Focus, Steve. Get your head in the game."

Taking a deep, steadying breath, Steve unbuckles his seatbelt. Gets out of the car. Closes his eyes and briefly tilts his head towards the waxing gibbous moon. The crisp October air and the silver moonlight caress his cheeks, dual sensations that help center him. He doesn't know why his nerves are frayed; he's lived through three separate almost-apocalypses, and he's stronger and scarier than anything in the bar.

Well, probably. Steve is probably stronger and scarier than anything in the bar. Neither El nor Will have mentioned sensing anything strange since the gates to the Upside Down were closed months ago, but... that smell...

And now Steve's here. Following his instincts, for better or worse.

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