#heather holloway x oc

[melodymunson]

Stranger Things- The To-Do list

Chapters 1 & 2

You are graduating from high school and planning to make your summer before college the best of your life. Along the way, you have sexual encounters with fellow friends and graduates. Lifeguard Billy is your biggest crush and Barb, Nancy are your best friends. You are adopted with one sister Heather who works as a lifeguard with Billy at the Hawkins community pool. Featuring appearances from Robin, Chrissy, Argyle, and Jeff, with mentions of Jonathan and Gareth from and in the ST series. Steve and Eddie are the main characters. Original character OC is Edwina who's Eddie's fraternal twin sister. The face claim for Edwina is Angelina Jolie in the movie Gia. No Upside Down this is a Stranger Things AU alternate universe.

(Based on Aubrey Plaza's movie The To-Do List.)

Chapters 1&2 6.3K words.

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Chapter 1 plot info- You graduate from Hawkins High School in the summer of 86 with Robin, Nancy, Barb, Jonathan, Eddie, Chrissy. At a graduation party, you accept an offer from Argyle you can't possibly resist.

Chapter 1

I want you to move me.

The day you had been waiting four years for was finally here. Finally, you were walking the graduation stage as valedictorian at Hawkins High School. Class of ‘86 baby. You had just recently turned 18. Now you were delivering your speech and all 4 years of college you were an outcast, a straight-A student, and a girl who loved to read and research. While your friends and practically everyone else around you went out to parties and drank/got high you spent most of your nights at home.

You had never done more than kiss hell you had never even made out with anyone. Your first kiss with a guy was Jonathan who was now your best friend Nancy’s boyfriend. Your first kiss with a girl was with Nancy but you were better off as friends. The only other thing you had done was cuddle and hold hands with Gareth the drummer of Corroded Coffin.

Standing in front of your fellow graduates including Barb, Nancy, Jonathan, Robin, Vickie, and even Eddie the freak Munson. He was a total rockstar but so was his fraternal twin Edwina who had graduated a year prior. They were your good friends but you had fantasized about being more than that with them. Following your concession speech you would be going to a college party with hopefully your biggest crush Billy in attendance.

“Hello, class of 1986 I am happy and proud to be your college valedictorian. We have all come so far and I am so honored to be standing here in front of you all. There's a lot we have been through and with those struggles that we have overcome in the 4 years of high school together we are now able to move on to the next chapter in our lives. Whether it be to college, maybe even space, to working a job, college and a job simultaneously, or traveling around the world or just road tripping we are all united in the fact we are Hawkins High graduates. I wish everyone luck and before I end this speech I want to give some wisdom from two of my favorite women who are staunch feminists. Gloria Steinem once said”:

‘The art of life is not controlling what happens to us, but using what happens to us.’

“She is a wise woman and the other woman in question who is also one of my heroes said

‘You change the world by being yourself.’

“One of the greats and the widow of Beatles legend John Lennon said this before and I couldn't agree with her more. I hope everyone here will begin the next chapter in their lives with enthusiasm and even more enthusiasm. Thank you!”

Most people clapped and cheered and you bowed. Next Principal Higgins handed out everyone's diplomas with Eddie snatching up his and running away from the stage flipping Higgins the bird. You then noticed Steve in the audience he was there for his best friend Robin who he worked with at the local Family Video. Steve's gaze caught yours and you smiled as you waved. Robin and Steve began walking over to you as you held your diploma with big smiles on their faces.

Your sister and parents surely took lots of photos of you probably videos as well and they were also nearby. Nancy and Barb told you they would meet you at Nancy's Oldsmobile station wagon after the graduation ceremony commenced. Robin embraced you in a big hug.

“So glad we graduated! Stevie boy here just had to come today to bask in the glory with us didn't you dingus?” Robin teased him with a wink.

“Sure did. Nice tassels ladies. The graduation was great. So proud of you both! So Y/N what are your plans for the summer?” He asked as he flicked your tassel playfully.

Clearing your throat you responded “Not much getting a job hopefully at the pool but my sister has connections obviously. Going to some parties, road trips with the girls, and Robin you should come too,” you urged as you patted her shoulder.

Robin smiled brightly and nodded intrigued by this idea of yours.

“Of course, I would love to. Well, I’ll be working at the cafe a lot this summer, but sure, I think I could fit that into my plans.”

“Ahh, nice well I will be working part-time at the pool this summer. Hope to see you there,” Steve replied with a sly grin.

You embraced him and hugged him loving how well-defined his body was.

“Well, I need to catch up to Nance and Barb. See you both later?” You asked hoping for a raincheck.

They nodded in unison.

“Most definitely. See you later,” Robin answered.

“Later Y/N,” Steve added with a slight wave.

Soon you were at Nancy's car and driving back to your place so you could get ready for the college party that night. There would be a big keg of beer and beer pong, lots of party games, and loud music with dancing.

“So saw you talking to Steve what's up with that?” Nancy asked as she drove getting a few blocks from your house.

“Nothing he just wanted to say congratulations on graduating and so did Robin. I can't believe Eddie finally graduated. Third time the charm I guess,” you told her with a shrug.

Barb looked out the rolled-down window and smiled as the Smiths how soon is now quietly played in the background on Nancy's radio. Was Nancy jealous or something? She had only been on one date with Steve and had preferred women anyway. You also preferred women. Barb and you weren't experienced and Nancy was a little. Currently, her boyfriend was Jonathan.

“Oh nice well I guess I’ll pick you up at 8 or so tonight. Can't wait to get out of this itchy graduation gown.”

Nancy had already tossed her graduation cap and so did Barb. Pulling up to your driveway she idled her car and you unlocked the back door and got out.

“See you then.”

Waving goodbye to them Nancy soon pulled out of the driveway and was on her way again. Inside your room, you turned on some music picking a cassette of Corroded Coffins. Soon you were painting your nails black and were shortly after startled a bit by Heather coming into your room.

“Need to borrow your hair dryer mine broke.”

Going into your bathroom she got your dryer and left with it.

Hours later you were taking a bath and Heather came into your room and then your bathroom. Sitting down on the edge of the tub she smirked.

Looking up you gave her a ‘Can I help you?’ type of grin.

“So my little sis is going to a party tonight. Plan on getting drunk and finally getting laid?” She teased with a giggle.

Heather was dating Tommy but it was nothing serious and she was seeing some people on the side.

“No. For your information, I’ll be there with Nancy and Barb. Billy will probably be there too.”

“God girl you are such a prude. You have to do some exploration before college starts. No pressure or anything but you are my sister and even if you were adopted I care about you. You need to seriously consider it. Everyone goes into college with at least some experience,” she informs you with a flick of her hair.

Scoffing you rolled your eyes at her which she noticed of course and this had her flicking soap bubbles in your face.

“I'm serious though maybe make a to-do list. Of sexual firsts. Or don't. Whatever. Be a loser for all I care,” she scoffs right back at you before standing up and walking out your bathroom door.

“Okay, maybe I will.”

Taking what Heather said to heart you put on some Motley Crue in your cassette player and began your to-do list for that summer and what may even lead into early college. It was going to be a list you could hopefully accomplish at least realistically and if things needed to be added or removed later from the list then you would make the proper adjustments. It would need to be more than just experimentation and equally girls and guys. So you began making your list with a reasonable order and the definitions of sex acts you didn't know you would look up in the dictionary.

-Hickies -Making out -Handjob -Fingering -Renting and watching an adult film with someone else -Mutual masturbation -Use of toys -Phone sex -Motorboating & tit fucking -Blowjob -Eating pussy -Being eaten out -Dominating/being dominated -All-girl threesome -69 -Voyeurism -Rimming -Semi-public sex act -Losing virginity/vaginal sex (Hopefully with Billy). -Anal sex -Orgasm denial -Cream pie -Pegging -Foursome with another girl and 2 guys -Usage of strapon for lesbian sex -Filmed sex act -And most importantly an ORGASM! Hell, lots of orgasms.

Later you were dressed for the party and face full of makeup. Sneaking into Heather's room you borrowed her hot pink stiletto pumps to complete your outfit of red fishnets, a red leather skirt, a matching leather spiked jacket, and a black tube top. Getting your purse ready you dabbed on some white musk perfume and got your lotion, hot pink lipstick, compact mirror, and wallet before heading outside just as Nancy pulled into your driveway. As you got into her car you could hear the radio playing Culture Clubs do you really want to hurt me?

The ride to the party was mellow and mainly quiet. Barb was fairly silent in the backseat as Nancy drove and synth wave music played. The party was at Jason Carver's who you couldn't stand but you planned to make the most of it. The usual suspects would probably be there including Steve and of course the jocks. Nancy's boyfriend Jonathan would no doubt be there as well.

"So you excited for the grad party?" You asked Nancy.

She shrugged her shoulders. "I guess. Barb and I just want a chill night you know? Plus Barb will be the designated driver tonight."

"I understand. Jonathan is probably excited to see you again soon."

Nancy nodded and you looked out the window noticing Jason's house approaching in the near distance. After parking you got out first and walked with Nancy and Barb to the front door looking into the window from the distance and noticing lots of people gathered around a keg inside. Eddie was there selling his stash, his twin Edwina, and so were the typical jocks, Jason, Chrissy, Jonathan, and Keg King Billy who was playing Pour Some Sugar on Me on acoustic guitar you noticed as the door opened and you walked inside.

Some people were playing beer pong, others were watching and listening to Billy play guitar. In the back yard jocks were playing basketball. Hopefully, tonight will be one for the books to remember for a long time. Billy's eyes locked with yours as he got to the chorus of the Def Leppard song. He winked at you as he strummed the guitar and sang.

It felt like he was singing to you.

"Pour some sugar on me. Oohh. In the name of love."

His voice was beautiful. Pure and raw.

"C'mon, fire me up. Pour your sugar on me. I can't get enough I'm hot, sticky sweet. From my head to my feet, yeah!"

When the song was finished, the drunk and rowdy crowd applauded Billy. Just then Barb came up to you startling you out of your reverie with a wine cooler. Handing it to you, you removed the top and took a big gulp. Billy's eyes remained on you until some girl rubbed up on him, much to his and your dismay.

Walking away with Barb you found Nancy again and noticed them talking to Jonathan quickly taking notice he was with his friend from back west. Argyle you recalled. He seemed to be stoned a lot but nice.

"Hey Y/N. Are you having fun yet?" Jonathan asked before taking a big swig of his beer. Nancy was drinking red wine from a blue solo cup and Barb had opted for Hawaiian fruit punch.

"Yeah, sure. Just need to get into the party mood more."

Now that Billy was done singing and playing guitar at least for the moment the music was back on again, and Kiss's Made for Loving You was playing.

"Anyone want to get high?" Argyle offered as he pulled out a joint from behind his ear. He was wearing his Surfer Boy Pizza yellow hat and he already looked dazed judging from the glazed-out look in his eyes.

Barb shook her head no as well as Nancy. Jonathan already looked pretty stoned.

"No thanks, man gotta try to sober up so I can drive your van later dude."

"Right yeah, I almost forgot."

"I'll get high if you are offering. Let's go someplace a bit more quiet though," you suggested to him with an eager smile.

Argyle looked a bit surprised but just nodded. Following you, first, you decided to get yourself another drink and made your way to a guest room. It was quiet and peaceful with no one around. Now sitting on the bed with him, he lit up the joint as you finished your wine cooler and tossed it into the wastebasket. You soon opened your malt beer and accidentally spilled some on Argyle.

"So sorry Argyle. I'm so sorry."

"It's fine. Just wait for me before we light the joint I'll go wash my hands."

You finished what was left of your malted beer as he was away. Soon he came back, dried off, and sat down next to you. Lighting the joint he offered it to you first so you could get a nice buzz going. Eagerly obliging, you breathed in the smoke and exhaled slowly into the air. Passing the joint he took it and smoked a drag of it.

"Crazy night huh? Wild party man. Glad to be here for the summer though. Gonna get me a part-time pizza job here. Won't be like Surfer Boy Pizza but I will just have to manage I guess."

He sighed as he handed you the joint. You couldn't help but giggle as you took another drag and handed it back.

"Nah that's okay you finish it. I've already had two and a half joints tonight," he told you with a glazed-out look in his eyes.

His hair was just too damn beautiful. Bravely, you reached out and touched it before taking another drag of it and giggled.

"I love your hair, Argyle."

"Uh, thanks. You can touch it that's cool. So what's on your mind?"

"Just you. I want to get to know you better."

Argyle looked all mellowed out as he sat next to you with a look of contentment on his face as you ran your fingers through his silky black locks.

"Oh well, that's nice. I want to get to know you too."

Moving in closer to him, you went in for the kill and kissed him. Pulling away you took one final drag before putting the joint out. Argyle kissed back, deepening it as you got up slightly, straddled his lap, and kissed him again. As you began grinding on his lap he softly gasped. You just wanted to feel good and if he was getting turned on in the process, then even better, it was a win/win.

“I’m so wet finger me Argyle. Please. Just finger fuck me. That's all I want,” you pleaded against his lips before biting his lip.

“Fuck. I uh sure. These tights though you wanna take them off, maybe?”

“Just rip them. I'm not wearing any underwear so…” you bravely stated.

“Yeah uh fuck. Just didn't expect this to happen, dude. I um sure.”

Taking off your heels you threw them to the side and let Argyle eagerly rip your fishnets. You had already made his denim-clad thigh wet with your juices and hoped he didn't mind. Knowing it was Argyle he probably didn't. To just feel good and soak his fingers with your cum was all that was on your mind at the moment and your only desire.

“Mm fuck, you are so wet already Y/N,” he praised you as Argyle fingered your slick entrance now that your tights were out of the way.

Wasting no time, he went to work with two thick fingers moving them knuckle-deep inside your tight entrance, his fingers already getting drenched with your slickness. He worked with scissor-like movements inside you filling you to the hilt with his expertly skilled digits.

“Oh fuck ya fuck me harder, faster!” You demanded as your lips locked around his throat.

As he obeyed your commands, you rode his fingers fucking yourself silly on them, hoping he was enjoying this as much as you were. If his groans were any indicator of how he was feeling, then it was safe to say he was quite satisfied so far.

“That's so good for me. What a good girl,” he praised you as he added a third finger filling you up.

“Mm yes fuck me so good with your fingers. Fuck!” You cried out loudly and with extreme pleasure, not wanting him to stop or for this moment to end.

You just wanted to savor this and enjoy this moment. Argyle had the perfect touch and skilled fingers. It was the best feeling and the sensations he was making you feel were incredible.

“You close?” He whispered huskily into your ear as you cried against his shoulder and gyrated your hips even faster on his fingers as they worked in tandem on your special spot. “Yes. Fuck Argyle, you are so fucking good at that!” You practically screamed.

His lips met yours sealing them in a kiss as he fingered you deeper and faster than before, making squelching sounds as he pleasured you. Your tongue found him and tangled against his, as you had the sexiest kissing of your life.

“Oh fuck! Gonna shit! Fuck!” You loudly declared as you felt your orgasm nearing about to push you over the edge.

This was your first orgasm from contact with another human. There was no going back now, nor did you want to. It made you crave this connection and sense of companionship even more with someone else.

“Fuck, are you cumming? So fucking good for me,” Argyle commended you as he let you ride out your orgasm on his fingers.

“Mm oh fuck! So good!” You boasted before you kissed him again.

Sliding his fingers out of you he gave you a smirk. Before he could do or say anything else, you took his fingers sucking them clean. Moments later, he pulled you in for a kiss.

The day after, you just relaxed and spent time on the couch binge-watching the show Golden Girls and baking/eating snacks. It was a chill day, and you were still reeling from the prior night with Argyle. After your interaction with Argyle, you spoke to Jeff from Corroded Coffin and exchanged numbers. The next day you would be at the community pool, hopefully getting a job there. Heather, being your sister, would be a damn good guarantee you would land that lifeguard position.

Waking up bright and early the next day, you got up and stretched, then made breakfast of a latte, mixed berry waffles topped with whipped cream and chocolate chips. Heather was still sleeping but by the time you had showered and shaved, then dressed in a one-piece red bikini, she was up and grabbing some coffee and a quick waffle on the way out the door. You get your red heart-shaped sunglasses and towel and put an oversized white tee shirt over your bathing suit.

Soon you were on your way with Heather to the local pool and blasting some Def Leppard. It was a nice day out and sunny. Steve was sure to be there and he was pretty hot. Billy would be there too though and had the final say on who would get the summer lifeguard positions. With any luck, Billy would take to you like a fish to water.

“Look, don't get your hopes up. I am a total shoo-in for a lifeguard job this summer, but just be aware Billy isn't always in the best of moods. Just be careful around him,” she cautioned as her hair blew in the breeze as she drove.

“Yeah, sure. I can take care of myself but you know thanks for looking out and everything,” you cattily responded.

She scoffed at your reaction as she got on the street of Hawkins Pool. Arriving at the pool you walked in through the side gate with Heather in the lead making her way to the lifeguards and hopefuls standing by the pool. Billy awarded you with a big mega-watt smile as you made your way over to him in your red flip-flops. They squelched slightly on the wet ground. Even though he was drunk at the party, the night prior being Keg King and all you were certain he recognized you.

This was going to be a long summer indeed….

Chapter 2

I get off on you

A call with Jeff leads to some good times. Steve invites you to the movies and you give him the date of a lifetime.

Everyone exchanged numbers that day at the pool and your first day on the job was eventful and a bit exciting. Billy was the best at his job and your sister even got off your back, not embarrassing you for once. Most of the kids at the pool were easy going and no one almost drowned that day. Karen Wheeler and the rest of the older women ogled Billy but that was always typical of them and there was nothing new there.

Deciding to take a bath when you got home you called Jeff just to see how he was doing and what was up. After just two rings he answered happy to talk to you.

“Hey Y/N. How's your summer starting? I had practice today. Eddie runs a tight ship but it was fine. Hope you are relaxing,” he told you sounding earnest.

“I'm fine just taking a bath and enjoying a wine spritzer. I'm glad practice went well hope there's a new show soon at the Hideout right?”

“Yeah, we should have one soon will let you know if Eddie doesn't first. Well, that sounds good. I hope you are enjoying your bath.”

You played with the bubbles and relaxed trying to fully enjoy yourself as you leaned against your inflatable waterproof neck pillow.

“You must get tons of groupies. Although I'm sure you have a girlfriend, right?”

“I guess but not as much as the other guys, especially Eddie. Do you have someone special in your life? I've been single a while though actually.”

“No, I don’t have anyone at the moment. I've just been playing the field nothing serious. Going on vacation soon though.”

“Oh, that sounds good.”

Your fingers moved to your inner thighs rubbing and caressing them even making soft and lewd noises as you stayed on the phone with Jeff hoping he could hear you.

“Umm, everything okay over there?” He asked sounding a bit concerned.

“Yeah, I'm fine. I would like to unwind though I had a long day. Kinda stressful. You know what I mean.”

“Could I help you relax better?”

“Sure. Just talk dirty to me,” you responded boldly.

“Really? No girl has ever asked that of me before. I could oblige though…”

You moved your fingers to your slick entrance teasing yourself down there with your pointer and middle fingers tracing over your clit teasing it wanting to feel good. And if no one else at the moment could make you feel that way then this would have to do but would be even better with guided instruction. Your core tightened as you teased yourself.

“Yeah I want that,” you replied bluntly.

“Fuck. Are you touching yourself?” He huskily asked you.

“Yeah teasing my clit,” you mewled.

“Okay good. Mind if I take off an article of clothing?”

“I want you to.”

You could hear Jeff fiddling with what sounded like his belt buckle. Then you heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper being unzipped. Next, you heard a slight ruffling noise.

“Just relax for me too Jeff. Just make yourself feel good. Want to have you stroke your cock,” you requested knowing he probably wouldn't be able to deny your request. “Already on it.”

He freed his cock from his boxers and relaxed as he man spread. Meanwhile, you were fingering yourself with one slick finger rubbing circles on your clit in a clockwise motion. It felt incredible, especially knowing Jeff was pleasing himself and getting off as you touched yourself.

“Okay tell me what you are doing now. I’m using one finger on my clit and it feels perfect,” you told him in a whimpery tone.

“I’m stroking the base of my cock and getting hard for you. God feels amazing!” He boasted as he stroked.

You added another finger and made scissor-like motions as you teased your sensitive bud.

“Sounds good. I bet your cock is so big and hard,” you teased Jeff playfully as you moved your fingers inside in rapid thrusts arching your hips and even grabbing a pillow nearby to hump against.

“Oh yeah? What are you doing? Please tell me you are using your fingers.”

“Sure am. Feels so good. And I’m humping a pillow. I’ve got two fingers inside. Fuck!” You cried out.

“Fuck yeah. Keep working your fingers as I stroke my hard cock. Tell me what you want to do to me if you were here,” he begged. “Lubing up my cock now,” he softly told you as he got his bottle of lotion and rubbed some on his cock to use it to get better friction.

“I want to suck your big cock as I'm down on my knees and I’m rubbing one out or using a toy on myself with vibrations. Fuck I want to kiss and lick your pretty cock,” you whined as you thrust your fingers harder and humped the pillow even faster now.

Jeff’s groans were becoming more vocal now and you could hear them distinctly. His cock was probably so beautiful and so big. There was no way you could take all of him inside your mouth, but you would try your best to.

“Good. Sounds perfect. I want all that. Shove my cock down your throat and watch you blow me. We can even 69. I want to taste that delicious pussy. Eat you out and use my fingers to prove to you that guitarists have the best fingers,” he boasted.

“Mm yes, I want that. You as my rockstar. I need it so badly,” you whined now on your stomach and humping your pillow harshly as your fingers pressed against your clit in nice clockwise circles.

At the same time, Jeff was stroking himself even faster the sound of slick as he rubbed his cock and rubbed his shaft with pre cum coating it.

“Want to rock your world? Make you want my cock nonstop,” Jeff gruffly spoke as his pretty cries could be heard through the phone.

You moved your fingers so fast wanting to chase your high and wanting to fuck yourself through your orgasm. Jeff had the same idea as he got himself closer to his release by bucking faster into his palm.

“Getting so close. Feels amazing,” you whimpered very loudly not holding back now.

“I wanna hear the pretty noises you make as you come undone,” Jeff begged you.

Neither of you would last much longer as you fingered yourself with reckless abandon and Jeff fucked his cock with his hand senselessly.

“Mm yes want to have you cum all over my face and I want to squirt all over your fingers and mouth as you finger me and eat me out,” you moaned with extreme pleasure as you felt your high about to bring you over the edge.

“Mm yeah fuck yes need to taste your sweet pussy and all your juices as you take my cock as deep as you can and take all my cum,” he proclaimed grunting as he told you this his cum shooting out and his load spilling all over him.

“Yes gonna cum for you!” You whined as you moaned loudly through your orgasm letting it crash over you.

Days later you get a call from Steve out of the blue. You only had several work days at the pool training as a professionally licensed lifeguard. You had hung out before no big deal. He was calling for something though and you couldn’t wait to find out what it was.

“Hello Y/N?”

“Yes, Steve?”

“Wanted to know if you were free this weekend. How about Sunday we go to a movie together? I was thinking maybe that new movie Ferris Bueller’s Day Off?”

“Sure sounds fun. I would like that Steve.”

“Don’t worry I’ll buy all the snacks and your ticket. The showing I was looking into going to is at 330.”

“Thanks but I’ll pay my way. I’ll buy my ticket but you can buy the food and drinks.”

“Sounds great.”

You talked for a few more minutes about work, the summer, holiday plans, etc.

When Sunday came you dressed up nice and put on some makeup tans and browns mainly and white lipstick. For your outfit, you decided on a spiked choker, matching bracelet, white fishnets, platform wedge boots, a red micro skirt, a purple thong, a Dio cut tank top and no bra with black denim ripped battle jacket complete with heavy metal pins and patches including Dio, Motley Crue, Poison, Def Leppard, Joan Jett, The Plasmatics, Ramones, Metallica, Judas Priest, Black Flag, etc.

“Hi beautiful,” was the first thing you heard Steve say as you met up with him in your driveway and got into his maroon Volvo.

“Hi, Steve. Can't wait to see this movie.”

“Nice. Well, I can’t wait either. Happy to take you.”

It was only 3 in the afternoon and the movie theater was nearby. As you drove for a bit you turned on the radio to Poisons talk dirty to me playing.

“Well, here we are.”

“Yep here we are,” you said.

Getting out of the car he went to the passenger side and opened your door for you. Soon you were in the theater and got snacks from the concession stands. You got a large pink lemonade with two bendy straws to share and sour gummy bears, red vines, red licorice, popcorn with extra butter and salt, with caramel corn too. In your seats, you sat back enjoying the previews taking notice of the upcoming movies like Aliens and Stephen King’s Stand By Me.

The candy was good and so was the popcorn. The drink was also refreshing. There were only about ten other people at the cinema showing and not many were near you and less than half of those people rows behind you. Nudging Steve soon after the movie began you got his attention and he smiled at you.

“Yeah? Everything ok?” He asked solemnly as Steve leaned in closer to you.

“Fine. The drinks and snacks are great. Thanks.”

He nodded and then focused again on the movie laughing a bit at a funny scene with Ferris Bueller and his sister.

About ten minutes later you nudged him again.

“Yes?” He asked softly as he looked at you with his beautiful eyes.

“I want to make you feel good Steve.”

He smiled wanly at you and swallowed hard.

“Okay, sure. How do you wanna do that?”

“A hand job maybe. Just get hard for me big boy.”

“Fuck. Right now? You are seriously coming onto me in a movie with people around? I’ve never done anything like this with people around except at a party…” He trailed off as he looked around making sure no one was looking on or listening nearby. No one appeared to be paying any attention though everyone was focused on the movie it seemed like.

Putting your hand on his denim-clad thigh you smiled and squeezed his upper right leg.

“Yes, I want to give you a handjob.”

He nodded his approval and licked his lips wetting them.

“Yeah of course. Fuck that would be amazing.”

He was so pent up and getting hard as he undid his black leather belt and unzipped his jeans.

“Mm you are so big Stevie,” you whispered into his ear as he freed his cock from its confines.

Sealing Steve’s lips in a kiss you moved your fingers up his leg and to his waist and his happy trail feeling a patch of hair he had there. His cock was gorgeous. Big and thick. It made your mouth practically water just at the sight of it. Even though you had never done something like this ever before you felt safe with him. Even safer with him than you ever did any other guy.

“Oh fuck. You sure about this?” He loudly whispered back as a funny part in the movie happened and the small crowd was laughing hysterically.

“Yes. I want to do this.”

Your response was bold and you were calculated in your movements as you moved your hand down lower. His boxer briefs were baby blue and he looked so sexy. Steve’s eyes locked with yours as you went right to work not wasting a second as you stroked him from the base to the tip and then repeated your actions. His couth was mouth-watering and you licked your lips as you stroked earning whimpers from Steve.

“Fuck yeah just like that. Fuck!” He seethed through clenched teeth as you stroked him at a steady pace.

Deciding to spice things up you took out a small bottle of unscented lotion from your purse and opened it. You squirted a generous amount onto your hand and stroked him again this time getting more friction with the lotion being used as a lubricant now. He seemed to love it and met your lips in a kiss with tongue and so much passion. His cock was one of the biggest and as you cupped his balls with your other hand his whimpers turned to groans for you.

Looking deeply into each other’s eyes you watched Steve as he bit and licked his lips. You pumped him faster and harder earning growls from him. Getting on your knees you looked up at him with wide eyes full of wonder as pre-cum began to form on the tip of his big cock. He was the most well-endowed man at least to you. Steve man spread even wider for you as you worked your magic with your fingers your eyes trained on his never leaving his gaze.

“Oh fuck!” He seethed through clenched teeth as he bucked his hips erratically needy and aching for more eager to chase his high.

You put your finger to your lips in a shushing motion as Steve scoffed at you teasing him before you mouthed

“Shh Steve. Cum for me,” you beckoned.

He ran his fingers through his locks of hair not even caring if anyone noticed or heard at this point. Steve just wanted to cum and empty his full balls now. Sure enough moments later his stomach muscles tightened as he began to cum for you. Panting as he came down from his high you got back into your seat and cleaned his cum using the Kleenex’s from your purse you had for emergencies. After you used hand sanitizer.

Steve leaned in close and whispered in your ear “Thank you so much.”

He then left a kiss on your cheek and you laid your head on his shoulder for the rest of the movie.

After the movies and being dropped off at home you called Nancy just to talk. She picked up on the second ring. You could hear her TV on in the background and Barb laughing.

“Hey!”

“Hi Nance. So I went on an awesome date with Steve yesterday. It won’t be weird right that I went out with him? Not sure if it will happen again you know but he’s really nice and I like him a lot so far..” you trailed off. Even though Nancy had only been on one date with Steve before you didn’t want this to come in between your friendship with her.

“No, it’s fine. I’m just here with Barb we were doing manicures and pedicures. You should come over.”

“Oh yeah, maybe we can have a sleepover sometime soon.”

“Definitely. And Barb says hi. Right Barb?” She called out.

“Hi Y/N!”

“So what happened on the date anything I should know about?”

“Well I had phone sex with Jeff nights ago but what happened with Steve was much more interesting.”

“Oh wow. Yes, tell me about Steve. I need the details.”

“We went to see Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. We were near the back sitting in the middle of the row. I bought my ticket but he bought all the snacks and the drinks too. During the movie, I jerked him off.”

“You mean a hand job? To King Steve? And phone sex with Jeff from Corroded Coffin. Wow. How was it?”

“Magnificent. He came for me. I mean both of them did.”

“That is huge news.”

Barb grabbed the phone from Nancy.

“So you rocked Steve’s world and Jeff’s too?”

“Sure did. And soon I’m going to go out shopping for sex toys. At that adult store, Edwina works out. But then there’s a Corroded Coffin show soon after that I really wanna see. You and Barb maybe wanna come?”

“Yes!” They both said in unison as they held the phone to their ears.

“For moral support of course.”

“Right,” they agreed together.

After talking a few more minutes you hung up and began making plans for what you would wear to go to the sex shop. After you went over to Nancy’s place to hang out with her and Barb. Sex toy shopping and getting your first toy. It would hopefully be magical.

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Talk dirty to me by poison.

whore by in this moment and turn you

Rock you like a hurricane the scorpions.

sweet tooth and special pets by step

fever by bfmv

Crave by fate destroyed.

Summer Breeze medley reprise and Cinnamon Girl by type of negative

endless summer by the midnight

I get off and special by Halestorm.

closer violet Orlandi

Submit William Control

Worship me living dead girl.

Deftones sex tape

Come undone bad omens cover

crazy bitch buckcherry

beautiful by HIM

bitches brew by crosses

master and servant & dangerous by Depeche mode

I want your video by Djo

Feel like making love bad company.

Tainted Love by Manson

Adidas by Korn all day long I dream about sex

Pour some sugar on me by def leppard

Come by prince

2 become 1 Spice Girls

Break my body and scream by New Year's Day.

hatefuck and rats by now

hot love and hot rockin by judas priest

cherry bomb by the Runaways

Do you wanna touch and I wanna be your dog, Joan Jett.

Let's put the X in sex by kiss.

like a virgin Crue cover and sex

deep throat by cupcake

just tonight by the pretty reckless

wasps animal fuck like a beast

me so horny by 2 live crew

self-indulgence and petite morte by Razakel

Amber sexual li da dee and this is your night.

UMC what is love cover?

bad medicine Bon Jovi

porn star dancing my darkest days

So happy I could die by Lady Gaga

cola Lana del Rey

lips like morphine kill Hannah

warrant cherry pie

Willa Ford, I wanna be bad.

french kissing Sarah Connor

body 2 body by Samantha Mumba

hot and just a little by play

Beggin and I wanna be your slave and own my mind by Maneskin.

going to hell and going down by Pretty Reckless

conflicted and buzz by Halestorm

climax by DJO

Rock Star Beau and Summer Nights by Cassie Steele

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[harringroveera]

Chrissy: Remember when Billy and Steve made us watch that movie about the gay guys on the mountain?

Heather: Lord of the rings

Chrissy: Yeah!

[kitmon]

would love to see jonathan and eddie re-(because they TOTALLY knew each other the whole time) meeting 👀

or maybe even heather and eddie coming face to face (doesn’t have to be shippy—i just need to see them being haters in the same frame for sanity purposes)

Oh girl FINALLY an excuse to draw Heather! I love her so much it’s actually not even funny 😭

This is obviously not canon Heather, I love her too, but I dunno, I wanted to give some rep for the Afro-Latinas!

So I took elements of canon Heather and your OC Lisa from your moodboard and I kinda just mashed them together, I hope that’s alright!

[roanofarcc]

PROJECT SUNSHINE CHAPTER FORTY SIX → HELP ME HOLD ON TO YOU

summary: steve harrington x oc | on ao3

when another product of Hawkins National Laboratory escaped a long-survived nightmare alongside her sister, she crashed into one unsuspecting teenage boy and dragged him deeper into the dark mysteries that made up their hometown.

word count. 8.0k (whoops) || masterlist || oc moodboards

warnings: cannon typical violence, child abuse, horror, gore, and depictions of mental illness. parts of this story were written pre-season 4 release. cannon divergence.

a/n: leia-😃🫶🏻👯‍♀️ vs. sunshine & luke-😣🩸🕰️☠️

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Max’s step-brother was weird. Leia knew he was a bad person, considering he nearly killed Steve and Sunshine the year before. But after she, El, and Max practically broke into the Holloway’s house to follow some hunch El had about Billy, and Leia officially met the notorious bully, something was clearly wrong with him. The way Max had described him fell flat against the boy Leia saw standing at Heather Holloway’s family dinner table, dressed nice but with an almost evil glint in his eyes. She didn’t know what to make of it; she supposed the outcome was the best they could have hoped for. 

Heather Holloway was alive, despite El’s worries that Billy had done something to his lifeguard co-worker. The bloodied whistle and fanny pack they found in Billy’s bathroom weren’t great signs, but they saw the girl with their own eyes, baking cookies for her family. Max had concluded that she had some kind of accident and Billy had helped her. According to her, Billy was an asshole, but he was a little less of an asshole to girls he liked; maybe Heather had simply caught Billy’s eye. 

El still thought something was up with Billy, but Max had tried to quell her worries the best that could, getting El to drop it at least for the rest of the night so that they could have fun at their sleepover. 

Leia was ecstatic. Having a real sleepover with her friend and sister was even more fun than they made it out to be in the movies. Kali had tried to make sleeping in the van or in various warehouses fun by calling them sleepovers, but Leia knew it was different than the high school sleepovers she watched in the movies. But in Max’s bed, squished between Max and El, she was having a real sleepover like a normal high school girl. It was so exciting! 

After they returned from Heather’s, they changed into warm PJs, ate pizza Max ordered with the money her mom left for them on the counter, and giggled about anything and everything. It eventually grew late, and their long day caught up to them. El fell asleep first, slumped against Max’s shoulder. Max was next, still holding onto a Wonder Woman comic book that she read to them with theatrical enthusiasm. That left Leia, still awake in the warm glow of Max’s bedside lamp. She was tired, but couldn’t get herself to fall asleep, still high on the fun events from the day. 

She decided to use up the rest of her energy talking to her brother; that always made her sleepy. 

“Luke? Are you there?” she called out inside her head. 

It took a couple of moments for him to respond. “I’m here. Can’t talk long, though.” 

“What’re you doing?” 

“Getting Mike to apologize to Will,” Luke said. 

Leia rolled her eyes. Mike. The bane of her existence. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t a little happy that El ‘dumped his ass.’ He was her friend, she supposed, but he got on her nerves. 

“What’d he do to Will?” 

Luke sighed inside her head, which was how she knew he was also irritated with the boy. “He and Will got into some fight earlier. He tried to call him, but Will wasn’t answering so we’re biking to his house now. I don’t think Will wants to see Mike right now, but Mike won’t listen to me or Lucas. We weren’t going to let him go alone, though.” 

Mike and Will, now that was an interesting pair. From what Lucas had explained, the two of them had been best friends since kindergarten and they picked up Lucas and Dustin a little later. They were best friends, but with things back to normal, Mike had started spending all of his time with El and brushing off Will, who was still clearly recovering from the past two years of trauma he endured. She may have not been Mike’s biggest fan, but she certainly didn’t wish for his downfall. Friendship was too important; she hoped he fixed things with Will. 

“Good luck,” she wished him, yawning into Max’s comforter. 

“Thanks,” Luke sighed. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? Try to stay out of trouble.” 

Leia smiled softly, feeling herself begin to drift off. “I’ll do my best.” As the rumble of thunder continued outside, she fell asleep, smushed in bed with her sister and friend. Despite her brother’s voice inside her head and weird day trying to get to the bottom of what was up with Billy, Leia felt beautifully normal; she could have stayed like that forever, right there in Hawkins with almost everyone she loved close and safe. It was almost as if life couldn’t get any better. 

…

“Will! Come on, it’s us! Open up!” Mike Wheeler pounded his fists against the Byers’ front door, causing Luke to roll his eyes. He, Mike, and Lucas were soaked after biking in the middle of a thunderstorm from Mike’s to Will’s, hoping to get the latter to speak to them.

“Will, come on, man!” Lucas tried, peeking through the windows to see if anyone else was home to let them in, but the house was dark and there was no answer. That meant either Will was ignoring them or didn’t come home after he stormed out; both were not good, but Luke hoped for the first option. An angry Will they could manage, not a missing one. 

Mike threw his hands up in frustration. “What’d we do now?” 

Luke glared at Mike through his wet curls that hung down into his eyes. “Well, if you hadn’t acted like such an ass, we could be back at your house watching a movie or something. But nooo…” 

“Seriously?” Mike scoffed.

“Yes, seriously, Mike!” Luke hated raising his voice, it didn’t suit him. He was typically quiet and kept most of his thoughts inside his head, but something about Mike made him want to scream. That, and the fact that he was cold from the rain and hadn’t slept properly in days due to his ambush of nightmares. All of his irritation was aimed at the raven-haired boy who didn’t exactly resemble the sweet-natured kid El had described to them a year ago. 

“It’s like you don’t think before you talk!” Luke continued. “Did you ever, for one second, stop to think about why Will wants to spend more time playing D&D with just you guys and not the girls, like how you used to?” It didn’t take a genius to figure Will out, it didn’t even take someone with a formal education to see what was going on. 

However, Mike and Lucas seemed rather clueless as to why their best friend was desperately trying to cling to the last shred of childhood before it was gone for good and succumbed to the encroaching sea of adulthood. 

“I-I don’t know!” Mike sputtered, growing more frustrated with each passing moment. “How am I supposed to know if he won’t talk to us?!” He yelled at the door before knocking again, hoping that Will would hear him and let them inside.

Luke groaned. “Maybe if you thought about anyone other than yourself or El for two seconds, you wouldn’t need Will to tell you; you’d just know.” 

Anger flashed in Mike’s dark brown eyes as he stepped closer to Luke, sizing the shorter boy up. “Oh, so you know him better than I do? Is that it?” Mike’s voice was laced with bitterness and filled with a certain kind of intense emotion that Luke couldn’t quite pinpoint. “Will is my best friend and he has been since kindergarten. You haven’t even known him for a year! You don’t know shit, okay? You don’t know him like I do.”

“Mike-” Lucas signed, placing a hand on Mike’s shoulder, but Mike shook him off. 

Luke felt some of his own anger melt away with the rain. “You’re right. I haven’t known Will long, not as long as you have.” He and Leia were the new kids at the party, and there were a lot of things about the group that they didn’t know. But there also were a lot of things that they knew that the party, aside from El and Sunshine, didn’t understand either. “But I know what he’s going through; I know how he feels.” 

“What’d you mean?” asked Lucas. 

It wasn’t something easy to explain, but he knew he better before Mike tried to fight him on the porch. 

“You guys don’t get it; you don’t know what it’s like to…to have time taken away from you, time that you know you can’t get back. Will went missing for a week, and then he spent the next year not knowing if the thoughts or voices inside his head were his own. All of that time is gone. Will doesn’t get it back. Will didn’t get to move on and grow up like you guys did.”

Mike’s anger held strong and he stepped even closer to Luke with his eyes narrowed. “You’re acting like we weren’t there, like we haven’t been there since the beginning of this. We were the ones who looked for Will when he went missing, you didn’t. We’ve been in the middle of this shit for years now! We do know what he’s going through. We know a hell of a lot more than you.” 

Luke wanted to match Mike’s anger. Mike hadn't been in the Lab; he didn’t know what he and his siblings had experienced. They were the ones who had been there since the start, not the party. While they got to grow up in the warm homes of their parents, he, Sunshine, Leia, and El were being poked and prodded, almost completely forgotten about in the outside world. But at the same time, the longer he looked at Mike and the way his anger hid the fear deep in his eyes. His shaking hands at his sides weren’t from rage but from years of monsters and gruesome deaths that no kid should have witnessed. Mike and his friends had faced their own share of horrors; Luke understood what that could do to a kid. It was clear that no one was unaffected by the things that had happened in Hawkins. Luke didn’t want to accuse them of not being hurt by any of it.

“I know that,” Luke started, calmly. “But it’s different for Will than it is for you guys. He’s trying to hang on to the time he has left and it’s…it’s all leaving so quickly. I do understand him, Mike, because I know how it feels to not want to grow up yet. Leia knows how that feels. So does El and Sunshine. We all get it because we’re living it. We don’t get those years back from the Lab. Will doesn’t get back his time in the Upside Down or the time he was possessed by the Mind Flayer. It sucks growing up when it feels like you hardly got to be a kid in the first place. Will’s just…he’s trying to hang on to something that’s not even there anymore.” 

That’s why it was so hard for Luke to connect with Hopper when he treated Luke like the child he was. Luke couldn’t recall the last time he felt like a child; he supposed he never really had. He felt aged beyond his years, cursed with knowledge of the future no one should be burdened with. All he had were broken memories of a childhood spent first within bleak white walls, then dirty, gratified ones.

In Hawkins, his new home, Luke tried to blend in with the party and pretend like he was just like them, but he wasn’t. The party was losing their grasp on their childhood as he spoke. None of them could keep it forever. Will was just feeling the effects of that more than Mike, Lucas, and Dustin were. 

Mike shrank back, his anger slipping away slightly. “I just…” he groaned, dragging his hands down the length of his face. “It’s just easier to…to-” 

“Pretend like nothing happened,” Lucas finished Mike’s sentence and rounded it off with a sigh. 

“But it’s not really easier. And it sucks. Believe me, I know how much this all sucks. I’m not telling you guys to ditch your girlfriends and spend every second with Will until he’s ready to grow up. But maybe, instead of arguing with each other, you can just listen to him.” Mike was silent for a moment, thinking. “None of this is easy for anyone, but you have to understand that’s different for you guys than it is for Will.” 

“And for you and your sisters,” Lucas added, placing a careful hand on Luke’s coat-clad shoulder, squeezing it affectionately. “Sorry, man.”

“It’s okay.” Luke smiled, tiredly. Being the bigger person, the adult in a fourteen-year-old's body was exhausting. He appreciated Hopper for trying to take that burden from him, but Luke didn’t know any other way to be. 

Mike closed his eyes for a brief moment before he snapped back into his party-leader self and said, “I think I know where Will went.” 

Mud clung to Luke’s new rainboots as he hiked behind Mike and Lucas through the woods behind Will’s house. The towering trees made frightening shadows along the ground and blocked out any stray rays of light from the moon that tried to peak out behind the heavy cloud cover. Broken limbs and twigs littered the ground and the grass was all wildly overgrown from the July heat and rainfall. 

The three boys trudged deeper into the woods. Luke shivered in the all-encompassing darkness until they came upon a shadow outline of a figure that morphed into Will. He was surrounded by a broken structure. Planks of wood were collapsed into a pile on the ground and Will stood among the destruction. He wasn’t in a raincoat, but still dressed in the same clothes he felt Mike’s house in, and his hair hung down in wet strands against his pale face. 

“Will, what happened? Are you okay?” Mike surged forward, grabbing a hold of Will’s shoulders and doing his best to look him over for any injuries in the darkness. 

Will shrugged Mike off and staggered backward, thunder rumbling loudly in the distance. Lightening flashed across the sky, causing Luke to flinch. Will looked between the three as he grasped the back of his neck and said in a low, almost haunting voice, “He’s back.” 

Back in Mike’s basement, four boys sat in fresh changes of clothes and damp hair, their skin still full of goosebumps. Will was wrapped in a blanket, shivering the worst out of all of them, as he sat on the couch beside Luke. They all watched as Mike paced back and forth across the room, biting his lip in thought. 

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Luke said, nervously drumming his fingers against his 009 tattoo. 

Will gazed at him with sunken eyes and lips pulled in a pleading frown. “Please, Luke. If something is going to happen again, maybe we can get ahead of it.” 

“Yeah,” Mike quickly agreed. “And we can figure out if He is even back in the first place.”

Luke was informed that He referred to the monster that possessed Will the year prior. Will was sure that the monster was back, somehow, because he could feel him. But neither Mike nor Lucas wanted to believe him; not because they thought Will was lying but because of what that meant for all of them. El had closed the Gate and that was supposed to mean all of their monster-related problems were solved. 

However, all three boys were convinced that if Luke looked into Will’s future, they’d know for certain if their troubles had resurfaced or not. Luke, on the other hand, hated the idea. 

“You know that I cannot control what I see, right? There’s a good chance that I won’t see anything about this Mind Flayer thing. A-And there’s always a chance that I could see something really bad.” 

“But,” Lucas interjected. “You might not see anything bad either. I mean, you saw Max’s future and there wasn’t anything bad in hers, right?” Luke said nothing, chewing down hard on the inside of his cheek. Lucas sat up a little straighter in the armchair. “Luke, right?” 

Luke sighed and replied, “The future is…tricky.” 

“If you saw something bad in her future, or if you saw something bad in Will’s, you gotta tell us. That’s the deal.” 

“Deal?” Luke questioned. “What deal?” 

“You’re a party member,” Mike reminded him. “Friends don’t lie.” If there wasn’t the threat of a monster from another dimension that loomed in the near future, Luke would have made some snide comment about how Mike had lied to El about his nana being sick, but he refrained from starting another argument.

“Telling people what could happen in their future can drive them insane. And it could change their future, sometimes for the worse,” Luke explained, but he felt guilty at the look of concern pinched on Lucas’s face regarding Max. “But Max…as far as I have seen, seems to be okay in her future.” 

Max’s future was tricky; it was always tricky when Luke accidentally touched someone and saw their future unintentionally. The contact was broken too fast and it left him floating in the strange place between their future and the emptiness of what El called the void. In that case, a good majority of the future he saw didn’t stick in his mind. Instead, they came back to him in the form of fragmented dreams. That was how he’d been deciphering Max’s future. He hadn’t made out much of anything that night she grabbed his hand, but the visions had come back to him in pieces over the past couple of months. He knew there was still more to uncover, but he hadn’t told her any of what he saw for the same reason he had just told Will; it was dangerous.

Lucas shifted in his seat uncomfortably. “That doesn’t really make me feel any better.” 

“Guys, focus,” Mike snapped. “Will you do this or not?” 

Luke didn’t want to. He hated his ability; it was a curse to know such things about the world. Being able to see the future with no guarantee that you could change it was not a “superpower.” He couldn’t fling objects across the room with a simple stare. He couldn’t snap his fingers and blow a fuse or cause a town-wide power outage. He couldn’t create an illusion and screw with people’s minds. And he couldn’t illuminate even the darkest of situations. All Luke could do was see what was often the inevitable. 

Even with all of that in mind, Luke was a party member. The group of kids had let him and Leia join their little club and they had made a promise to look out for one another. A party member required assistance, and Luke felt like he couldn’t turn away. 

“Fine,” he sighed. “I’ll do it, but I can’t promise that I’ll tell you everything I see.” 

Will nodded in quick agreeance. “That’s fine. I rather not go insane.” 

Luke held out his hand to Will. “Ready?” 

“Ready.” 

The second Will’s hand grabbed a hold of Luke’s, he felt himself get pulled away from his body. His mind absorbed him, shoving him into a free-floating blur of futures that buzzed in different frequencies. Holding onto Will allowed Luke to stay tethered to him and focus on the storm of futures that swarmed around him in a dizzying display.

It was similar to standing in the eye of a hurricane when Luke entered the space. He stood in the inky blackness of the void while scenes and figures danced around him, bleeding together. It was always a stab in the dark when he tried to pluck a scene to enter; he never knew what he was going to get. With Will, he let himself be guided towards a scene that stood out from the others. Once his focus was zeroed in on a particular scene, he was able to shift the entire storm around him into nothing but background noise and allowed his chosen scene to play out before his eyes. 

Someone stood in front of Will, but Luke could only see the back of them. Will looked a little bit older, but not by much. His hair was cut a little shorter, less shaped in his usual bowl cut. There was a bloodstain on the collar of Will’s shirt and a cut across his cheek. Tears shined in his eyes as he spoke to the person in front of him, but Luke couldn’t make out the words; oftentimes, Luke was unable to hear conversations. All he could see was Will’s mouth move and his chin tremble. 

Luke stepped around the two figures to see who Will was speaking to, and he was met with the distressed expression of Mike. He too looked a little older, more worn and beat up similar to Will. He held his hands in tight fists at his sides. 

The vague setting behind the two boys looked to be a bedroom, but it was blurry and unstable as the vision started to break apart, fracturing like shattered glass. The vision pulled him, but Luke wasn’t sure why if it was only Mike and Will speaking. But just before the scene slipped away completely, Mike raised his shaking hands and hastily grabbed the sides of Will’s face, both of them leaning forward, and then it was gone. 

He readied himself to be pulled toward another scene, but the storm of figures and futures bled together until it was impossible for him to latch onto one at random. He couldn’t see anything, which was highly unusual. 

Panic struck him, quick and hot as he felt himself sink down, down, down. The void spun, colors and voices blinding and defeating. His body felt suspended in a free fall, terrifying weightlessness, until he crashed into the inky black ground, suddenly completely engrossed in the dark nothingness of the void.

Scrambling to his feet, Luke breathed heavily but air refused to fill his lungs as quickly as he needed it to. He squeezed his eyes closed and tried to connect himself back to his body and disconnect his physical hand from Will’s to break himself out, but he couldn’t. The tether he had to his body and to Will was somewhere far away, just beyond his grasp. Luke tried to scream in hopes that his voice would find its way back to his physical mouth, alerting the boys that something was wrong and getting them to separate him from Will, but his screams only bounced through nothingness, landing on no one's ears but his own. 

He could not feel anything. His hands and feet tingled with an odd numbness; it felt as if he wasn’t there at all. The only feeling he possessed was an increasing pain that beat against his skull in thick waves. The pain grew, blowing up like a balloon as he tried screaming again but it all was useless.

The tingling spread until the void gave away, again, sending him into another awful free fall into nothingness. He had never lost his grip like that before; he had never been pulled so far away that he could not find his way back. His lungs burned and his head throbbed. It felt like someone had their hands wrapped tightly around his throat, squeezing, while another set of hands latched onto his ankles and dragged him under layers of darkness more intense than anything his eyes had ever borne witness to. 

All perceptions of time were lost inside the void; Luke already knew that. But his free fall felt excruciating long until his body smacked against something hard and solid. With a strangled grasp of fresh air, he coughed violet and propped himself up on his elbows. He was no longer inside the void, but he wasn’t in Mike’s basement either. 

Luke struggled to his feet before he dragged his eyes around his new surroundings. He was in some kind of shed, used for storage mostly. The building was small, covered in a layer of dust, and illuminated by a single lightbulb suspended by a single wire to the ceiling. Somewhere outside the shed, a dog barked and rapid footsteps approached. Luke backed up into the corner, watching and listening closely to what he was witnessing. 

The door swung open with enough force to make Luke jump, and in rushed Will. But it was not the Will that Luke knew nor was it the Will that Luke would eventually know. No, that version of Will was impossible for him to see. That version of Will was younger. He stood short and skinny, zipped up in a vest, and cheeks flushed in the dim light. Yet, despite how small and youthful Will looked, he wasted no time grabbing a shotgun off the wall and loaded it almost rhythmically, despite his trembling hands. 

Luke couldn’t understand what was happening; he had always been cursed with visions of the future. His ability was the reason for the tattoo on his wrist and the artwork that covered his bedroom. But standing there, inside the shed of a younger Will, Luke knew that something was wrong, very, very wrong. 

Will was out of breath and his face streaked with tears. He aimed the shotgun at the closed door. Luke felt disoriented and impossibly dizzy; his brain spun trying to make sense of what he was seeing. 

Outside, a low, guttural sound caused the hair on the back of Luke’s neck to stand on end. The lightbulb burned brighter and brighter until it nearly obstructed Luke’s vision entirely. All he heard was a horrible, gut-wrenching scream break from Will’s lips. 

Luke couldn’t help but mirror Will’s scream. His brain felt set ablaze and every nerve inside his body was pricked with a hot sensation of fear. He was brought to his knees, covering his ears as the lightbulb exploded. 

Then, like a rubber band snapping back to its true form, Luke’s eyes flew open to see that he was back in Mike’s basement. A wheeze burst from his tight chest as he struggled to breathe in reality. Will, Mike, and Lucas all blurred together in front of him. Blood dripped down his nose and onto his borrowed shirt. 

“What is it? What happened? What did you see?” Mike asked in a rushed, panicked breath.

Luke’s tongue was heavy in his mouth and little black spots dotted his vision. “I-I…” He couldn’t form the words before darkness took over his vision and his body, exhausted, gave out. All three boys shot out their hands and grabbed a hold of him by the fabric of his shirt before he hit the ground. 

“Shit,” Lucas muttered. 

“Careful,” Mike said, grabbing a pillow from the couch and placing it on the food behind Luke. They lowered him to the ground so that he lay on his back. Mike plucked a handful of tissues from the coffee table before he held him to Luke’s bleeding nose with a string of concerned curses. 

…

White walls and floors boxed in Seven. She found herself in the middle of a hall that seemed to stretch for miles in either direction, impossible to escape no matter how long you ran. The hall grew endlessly, trapping her under its fluorescent lights and stench of bleach. 

Peering down at herself, she was dressed in a paper gown and bare feet. She did not swim in the gown; it fit her figure more than she recalled. The fabric fell to her knees and the sleeves did not reach her elbows like they once did. Hair tickled her neck. She ran her hand along the top of her head, confused when she wasn’t met with a buzzed head or slightly outgrown, uneven locks. Her hair tumbled down just past her shoulders. 

Seven turned slightly, meeting the glass panel on the wall that normally looked into an observation room, but she was met with a large mirror that forced her reflection to stare back at her. She expected to see a younger version of herself, who she had been while living trapped inside the Lab. But it wasn’t Seven who stood in the mirror, it was eighteen-year-old Sunshine, with outgrown hair and a sun-kissed complexion. Only she wore her Lab uniform, complete with a blood stain under her nose. 

There was something deeply more horrifying about seeing herself all grown up, but still inside the Lab. No longer did she look like the fragile, hopeless version of herself. It was too real and caused bile to rise in her throat as sickness rocked her gut. 

A scream erupted from down the stretch of the hall, somewhere around a corner she could hardly see due to the distance. It began as a high-pitched yell, one cemented into her mind that would sometimes ring, reminding her of what little she recalled from that night. But the scream morphed, changed shape as she found herself running toward it. The familiar howl of Ivy became one of another voice she recognized. 

Sunshine’s heart beat heavily but quickly inside her chest as she sprinted down the corridor, her bare feet sticking to the floor. The stench of something foul pricked her nose. She was used to the smell of blood; the irony scent and taste were as normal to her as the taste of minted gum or sweet tea her mom made a pitcher of every week. But what she smelled was different; it was the metallic scent of fresh blood, but it was overwhelming, violently assaulting her senses. 

She remembered the scream and the scent, but it had been long since she thought about it. The memory had stayed dormant in the back of her mind, doing her the favor of not springing forward. 

As she reached the corner after what felt like hours of running, listening to the lower-pitched scream get closer and the smell of blood worse, the noise stopped. Sunshine’s heart stopped momentarily with it as she saw a little handprint on the sharp corner of the wall, but she had yet to peek around the other side. The handprint of a child, someone tiny, slid down the corner. Her stomach rolled but she didn’t allow herself to turn around. She needed to know the source of the scream that went from one she knew too well, to one she almost knew but couldn’t place. 

Taking in a breath, gagging on the smell, Sunshine stepped forward and braced herself as she looked around the corner. 

Her world stopped, similar to how she remembered, even in the foggy pool of her memories of the Lab that faded with the walls her mind built around her real-life nightmares in hopes of keeping her sane a little while longer. 

It had once been Ivy she saw around the corner when Seven was a couple of feet shorter and groggy off of medication she had been given to fight a sickness that put her on bed rest. It had been Ivy’s image she couldn’t erase, even though everything else that occurred that day came up blank. Ivy on the ground, limbs twisted in a horrible fashion that made Seven’s bone ache under her skin. She had remembered Ivy, bloodied eyes and all. Sunshine had memorized the way her fingers twitched, and head lulled. A shuttered, struggling breath heaving in Ivy’s broken chest. 

Back then, Seven had run to her, held her hand, and sobbed something terrible, rattling the walls of the Lab. Ivy had used her last breaths to speak to her. “Tried…Save…You…Can’t…Run.” The words were forever stained in Sunshine’s mind. Ivy tried to save her. Ivy always tried to save her. But Sunshine never got the chance to return the favor. She hadn’t even seen her to death. She tried. Sunshine clung to Ivy’s body, bloodied and broken in nearly every way possible, eyes blank as tears of blood seeped from them. But a set of hands wound their way around Seven’s torso, peeling her off the ground. 

But there was no one around, and it wasn’t Ivy’s broken body on the ground; it was Steve’s. It wasn’t the pure agony of grief that she recalled when finding Ivy’s body, it was something else that washed over in a bloody, thick title wave that completely engulfed her. She was drowning, gasping for air that refused to enter her lungs. 

Sunshine, grown up now but still in that godforsaken place, dressed in a hospital gown and staring at her best friend lying exactly like Ivy had. His eyes were blank, devoid of life already, and his pale skin streaked with tears of blood in horrible stripes down the length of his face. His arms and legs twisted, broken on the ground. 

The pain that exploded in her chest was unbearable, hot and cold tremors ripped through with a violent force as her knees buckled and she hit the ground only a foot away from him. She didn’t know how, but her mind willed her body to move, to crawl forward until she was directly beside him. Her trembling fingers splayed out against his chest, but there was nothing to be felt underneath it; no heartbeat drummed inside his chest, and she felt her own heart shatter, fracture into a million little pieces along the red tiles of Hawkins Lab. 

No one, ever again, was supposed to go back to that place; she always meant herself and her siblings when she thought that. Never, ever did she think she’d see one of the people she had grown to adore in Hawkins under the same fluorescent lights. That thought had never crossed her mind because it was too much to imagine; the possibility of that seemed impossible, even before the place was shut down. She knew Will, Mike, Hopper, and Joyce had visited the place after Dr. Owens took it over; Nancy and Jonathan had visited it as well when they threatened to leak what actually happened to Barb. But this was different. Sunshine wasn’t there when they visited. She wasn’t there when Leia and El returned to close the Gate. She wouldn’t allow her mind to imagine any of them there; to her, that didn’t happen because even though they all got out unscathed, it was unfathomable to her to picture them in the same halls she walked. 

It was impossible to see Steve there, dead on the floor just as Ivy had been, but there he was. Sunshine sobbed, her whole body shaking violently. 

There was blood on the walls, trailing down what looked like the entire length of the hall, but she couldn’t see far past her tears. A scream bubbled up in her throat but it got stuck, trapped in her mouth as she dug her fingernails into the fabric of his shirt. Then, it happened just as it had back then. Finally, a pair of hands appeared, attached to someone she couldn’t make out through her tears. 

The person who appeared behind her hauled her up from the ground as if she had still been a little girl. She kicked and screamed, even though she had been expecting it. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” they kept repeating, but their words did nothing to soothe her. 

“Steve! Steve, please!” Sunshine screamed into the quiet hall. The person never stopped. They turned corners and kept their gaze straight forward, not daring to meet her gaze. “Steve!” Her throat was sore, and her yells were hardly louder than a whisper. 

“Wake up!” But he didn’t. 

But she did, and with a violent start. She gasped for air as tears streamed down her face, tasty salty on her tongue. 

Sunshine was in her bedroom, which was suddenly too dark. She fumbled for her bedside lamp, switching it on with shaking hands. For a long moment, she let herself cry silently until her eyes stung but the pain brought her back to reality. She was home; she was safe. Steve nor Ivy’s blood coated her fingers. But Ivy was still dead. She didn’t know about Steve. 

The rational part of her brain told her he was alive, tucked away at home and sleeping off their spy craft. But her nightmare-induced fear overruled the rational part of her brain. The image of his body twisted on the ground was all she could think about, which caused her to fear that her dream had been more than that. She needed to know that his heart was still beating; she needed to know he was alive, or else she feared she’d lose her mind completely.

Sunshine hastily wiped her tears and clambered across her messy floor until she reached her desk, where her landline lived. She punched in Steve’s number, falling into her desk chair as her legs shook almost as badly as her hands. After a few agonizing moments, the shrill ringing stopped and was replaced by a voice that melted away only some of her fears. 

“Hello?” Steve’s voice greeted her groggily. Sunshine let out a sigh of relief, but it came out as half a cry and half a hiccup. 

“Steve,” she breathed out. 

“Sunshine? Is everything okay?” He was okay. He was alive. He was right there on the other line. Yet, her chest was tight with anxiety. It made her nauseous and hot like she was running a fever. 

She swallowed thickly, wincing at the rawness of her throat from crying. “Y-Yeah. Everything okay.” Glancing at the clock on her nightstand, she realized it was nearing three in the morning. “Sorry, did I wake you up?” Guilt seeped into her chest too, and she felt on the verge of crying again. 

“No,” he rasped out, lying she bet. “Are you okay? Did something happen?” 

Softly closing her eyes and leaning her head back against her chair, she tried to even her voice out enough not to worry him. “I’m okay.” 

Steve was quiet for a moment before he said, “But did something happen? You’re freaking me out, Sunshine. Is something going on?” 

The sound of Ivy’s screams melting into his still buzzed in her ears. Her throat burned even worse as the urge to cry became stronger. “I just had a nightmare,” she admitted. “It’s stupid. I just…You’re okay, right?” She needed to hear him say it. 

“That’s not stupid,” Steve said. “I’m okay. Promise.” 

“Okay,” she whispered, exhaustion crashing over her, but she knew sleep was out of the picture. “Good. I’m sorry for calling so late.”

“Are you sure you’re alright?” 

“Yeah,” she lied. “Promise. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” Before he could even bid her goodbye, she hung up and let a shuttered breath slip through her lips. 

Nightmares always left her with an array of awful emotions tightly twisted up inside her chest, but that one was worse than what she had become used to. It had been a while since she had been that shaken up. 

Sunshine thought back to the conversation with her parents; maybe she wasn’t as healed as she thought she was. Maybe she was lying to herself too. She had told them that the nightmares had gone away, and while that wasn’t true, up until that night they had been manageable. Out of every awful thing she had seen and relived inside her mind, that had to be one of the worst. Her past held her hostage in her dream, and now they were dragging in her present. That didn’t seem fair.

Wandering back to her bed, Sunshine lay down with the light still on. Minutes ticked by as she stared at her ceiling and the little glow-in-the-dark stars that her dad had helped make into constellations. She didn’t know exactly how long she lay there until her swimming thoughts were interrupted by a sharp knock at her window. She startled upright, fear enclosing around her all over again. 

Slowly, she crept toward the window and curled her fingers around her drawn curtains, pulling it back just enough to see what made that noise. Into view came a familiar face, and Sunshine’s whole body untensed before she quickly pulled open the window. The soft smiling face of Steve looked back at her as he climbed through the window as gracefully as he could. 

“What are you doing here?” He was soaked from the rain, void of a coat, and dressed in pajamas. Sunshine grabbed a towel she had left hanging over the back of her desk chair and handed it to him. 

He dried his hair and shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep, and I figured you couldn’t either.” 

With a sigh, slumped back into her bed, feeling impossibly heavy and flushed with nearly every bad emotion in the book. He sat beside her, not too close but within arm's reach. “Do you wanna talk about it?” he asked. 

She didn’t look at him and instead kept her gaze on a pile of clothing on the floor. “You didn’t need to come all the way here.” 

He disagreed with a simple shake of his head. “I get it.” His voice was quieter than normal, but it still held a warmness to it. “I get nightmares sometimes too. They’re always…rough, to say the least. And it’s like I can’t function until I know everyone’s alright afterward.”

When she had nightmares of their monster encounters, she’d walkie the party first thing in the morning with some lame excuse to check up on them. She had a feeling they saw through her, but they always answered, no matter what, with little jokes or jabs, anything to allow her to hear their voices. She'd make an excuse to see Steve or Nancy or Jonathan too, ensuring that they were still there. 

Another lump formed in her throat, or maybe it was the same one that just didn’t go away, knowing she’d cry again before the sun rose. “They’re usually memories. Making me relive…whatever happened,” she began to explain. “This one was like that too, but it was more than that.” Tears welled up in her eyes and closed them in hopes of willing them away, but when she did, there Steve was again, on the floor of the Lab. A sob broke through, against her will, and she buried her head in her hands. 

“Hey,” Steve whispered as he placed a hand on her back. “It’s alright; it’s over now. You’re safe, Sunshine.” 

She shook her head, feeling the knot inside her chest pull tighter and tighter. “No,” she cried. “I-It wasn’t me who…I-I…” Each word burned in her throat, making it hard to get out. 

Steve rubbed soothing circles across her back. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” But she did. She needed to talk to someone before all of her fears and memories buried her alive. 

“Ivy,” she managed to say, a strangled breath leaving her mouth after the girl’s name left her lips. Sunshine pulled her hands down from her face and wiped her wet palms on her blanket. She was sure her face was red and blotchy, eyes bloodshot and rimmed with dark circles. “Ivy. I don’t know what happened. I wasn’t there. I should have been there. She was all alone. It…It was terrible.” 

Ivy who loved her. Ivy who promised to protect her. But when Ivy needed Sunshine when she needed someone to help her and protect her from what or whoever killed her that night, Sunshine was dizzy and bedridden. By the time she heard the scream, it was too late. Maybe if she had been faster and escaped the clutches of the infirmary a few seconds earlier, she could have saved Ivy from a broken fate. 

A short burst of memories came to the forefront of Sunshine’s mind. She stood up, taken aback by them as they danced around her brain. “Everything was going wrong,” she recalled. “That night, everything was so…so wrong, everywhere. I don’t know why. I don’t remember anything. But she was right there; she was so close but I-I was too late. I found her…s-she was almost dead. She told me to run but I couldn’t leave her. Someone took me away. I tried to go back to her. I tried, I did.” She didn’t know what happened after Ivy died, right there in the hall, broken body and vacant eyes. The weeks, even months following she lived in a daze, floating outside her body and stuck in the infirmary until she could hardly remember what Ivy looked like that night.

“Sunshine…” Steve said, but his voice trailed off at a loss for words. He didn’t know what to say; there was nothing to say. 

“She called me that first, you know.” Her tears grew heavier, making her room a blur of warm light. “She gave me that name.” And it meant the world to one little girl who thought she was alone in the world. Ivy called her Sunshine and taught her about the stars in the sky and the people waiting to rescue them from the Lab. She kissed Sunshine’s cheeks and held her hand when her fears kept her awake at night. “And she died alone. She died and I could save her.” Just as she couldn’t save Steve in her dream. 

Whatever piece of thread that held her together that night fell alongside her words, tumbling to the ground and leaving her suspended by nothing, weightless in her grief. Her legs threatened to give out underneath her, but Steve jumped from his seat on her bed and engulfed her in his arms. She buried her head in his chest, sobbing into the fabric of his shirt. Her arms wrapped around him, holding onto him with the fear that he’d slip away as Ivy had. 

Steve drew them back to the bed but didn’t let go of her. “You were just a kid,” he said, speaking gently into the crown of her head. “Nothing that happened to anyone there, nothing that happened period, was your fault. And I promise nothing like that is ever going to happen again.” He couldn’t promise that, though. 

But he was alive right then, in her arms. He was breathing a speaking; she’d keep it that way. She wouldn’t let him meet the same fate as Ivy; Sunshine wouldn’t survive that a second time around. All of them- the party, Nancy, Jonathan, Joyce, Hopper, and her siblings- she would keep alive. Sunshine would meet her own fate before she let them meet theirs. 

For a while, they stayed like that, on the edge of the bed holding onto each other tightly. It felt slightly reminiscent of the night last November when she sat outside the grassy yard of the Lab in a fit of tears and the overwhelming fear that her entire would disappear all over again. But Steve had been there, wiped her tears with a certain tenderness that had still been foreign to her. 

After Ivy, it had been Sunshine’s responsibility to wipe away tears from her siblings and party members’ eyes when they were scared. It was her responsibility to be brave, but in her bedroom on that rainy night, she didn’t feel such a burden on her shoulders, because someone was making her feel safe again. Of course, she had her parents who would always try to protect her, but they couldn’t keep her safe from the things they didn’t know.

Steve came with a stark set of differences than anyone else in Sunshine’s life. He was her best friend and a boy who had long promised to stick by her side, even when he was scared. 

Once her sobs had subsided and returned to swallowed breathing, she lifted her head just slightly, finally meeting his gaze. “Thank you,” she whispered, meaning it with every ounce of her heart. He smiled lightly, a little sadly. 

“You’ve got my back and I’ve got yours, remember,” he replied. He stifled a yawn, blinking away a dreariness in his eyes. 

“You can stay here tonight. If you want,” she offered, not wanting to let him go after her nightmare, scared something would happen. 

He tilted his head slightly, pieces of his damp hair sticking to his forehead. “Do you want me to stay?” 

“I really don’t want to be alone,” she admitted, her chest still aching. 

He let go of her with only one hand before he brushed a few loose strands of hair behind her ear. “Then I’ll stay.” Stay for the night, for the rest of the summer, maybe even forever. Sunshine hoped he meant forever, however forever looked. 

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i don’t think you notice (what you did to me) [b.h]

six. | i was made for lovin' you

Billy Hargrove ✘ Win Lewis (ofc)

⇾ w.c. 4.9k words ⇾ warning(s). canon x oc pairing, f!oc, underage drinking, smut, blowjobs (m!receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, cream pies

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By the end of the week, if anyone had missed the memo that Win was officially dating Billy Hargrove, they had to be blind.  Between their casual PDA in between classes, their not so clandestine lunch period makeout sessions, and the fact that he was now driving her to and from school, it had become painfully obvious.

“What’re you doing tonight?” Billy asked, leaning against the locker next to Win’s as she approached to stow her books from last period.

“Hmm, I dunno, probably finish some homework before going to bed early,” she teased, flashing him a cheeky grin.

“Very cute,” he snorted, not buying it, and Win laughed, shutting her locker door and stepping closer, lifting her chin to steal a kiss.

“Heather Holloway’s having a bonfire tonight.  Wanna make an appearance?” she suggested with a half shrug and Billy slung his arm around her shoulders as he fell into step with her.  “If it’s lame, we can bounce.  My dad works nights, so we’d have the place to ourselves,” she offered.

“Sounds like a plan,” Billy replied, nodding to Tommy as they passed.

“Ugh, why do you hang around with him?” Win muttered only for Billy to shoot her a wry look.

“Cause he does what I say,” he shrugged and Win let out a disgusted groan, rolling her eyes.  

“At least you’re honest.”

“Max better not be late, if she knows what’s good for her,” Billy said as they approached the Camaro.  “She knows I hate waiting.”

“At least you’ll have good company,” Win teased, dropping her bag in the passenger seat.  As she straightened, she happened to lock eyes with Tina as she passed, Vicki and Carol in tow.  The three practically turned their noses up at her, Vicki glaring daggers.  Win forced herself to hold their gaze, not wanting to appear weak, but it stung–not Vicki or Carol’s animosity–she really didn’t give a fuck about what they thought, but Tina, Tina stung.  Of course Win knew she was a bit of a stuck up bitch, but she’d been the first person in Hawkins to talk to her.

Billy’s gruff voice pulled her from her thoughts as Max skated up, hopping off her skateboard and flipping it smoothly up into her hand.

“Took ya long enough.  C’mon, we got shit to do.”

Max made a face at him as she pulled the back door open, jumping in before Billy could make another impatient remark.

“Don’t listen to him, we haven’t been waiting long,” Win assured her, climbing in as well.  

“I don’t know how you put up with him,” Max huffed, rolling her eyes as she turned to look out the window.

Billy glared at her through the rear view mirror before peeling out, kicking up stones as his tires spun.

“There’s a few things inside I wanna grab before we go,” Billy said, throwing the car in park in front of a modest little place on Cherry and kicking his door open.  Win followed him and Max, climbing the steps to the enclosed front porch.

“Mom, we’re home!” Max called flatly, instantly taking off toward her room as soon as they were inside and a woman stepped out of the kitchen to greet them.  She had the same fiery hair and blue eyes as her daughter, but that’s wear the similarities ended, and she offered Win a hesitant smile as her gaze fell on her.

“You must be Win,” she said, hastily wiping her hands on the kitchen towel before reaching out to take Win’s hand.

“Yeah, that’s me,” Win answered, glancing at Billy who quickly averted his eyes, a faint pink hue dusting his cheeks.  It seemed Max hadn’t been lying when she said he’d talked about her.

“Win, this is Susan,” Billy introduced, careful not to refer to her as his mother.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Win said, returning Susan’s smile.

“Susan, can you tell my dad I can’t watch Max tonight?  We’ve got plans,” Billy said, keeping his expression carefully neutral, but Mrs. Hargrove was quick to assure him that it was alright, that they’d be staying in tonight and that he and Win should have fun.

“Great, thanks,” Billy said brusquely, grabbing Win’s wrist to pull her down the hall.

“Nice room,” she mused, stepping just inside as Billy strode to his closet with purpose.

“Thanks,” Billy muttered, shrugging off his jean jacket and pulling his t-shirt over his head.

Win’s brows rose as she watched him, itching to smooth her hands across his muscular back and feel his warm tan skin.  Clearing her throat, she quickly tore her eyes away as he pulled a dark maroon shirt from its hanger and slung it on, buttoning the bottom few buttons and leaving the top half open.

As he finished getting ready, Win ambled around his room, taking in his sparse decor, letting her fingers run over the records stacked neatly by his stereo, and picking up the dog eared paperback on the table by his bed.

“You hungry?” Billy’s voice cut through her thoughts and Win looked up to find him adjusting the collar of his worn leather jacket.

“Yeah, I could eat,” she murmured, setting the book back down where she’d found it. 

“Cool, let’s grab a bite before the party.”

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By the time Win and Billy arrived at Heather’s, the sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon and the party was already in full swing.  Heather had a decent sized fire blazing in her backyard and several of their classmates lingered around it, beers in hand as they talked and laughed, their voices melting into the music playing from a boombox on the nearby deck table.

“Hargrove, you came!” Tommy called, raising his beer can as he caught sight of Billy.  Carol stood at his side, arms crossed over her chest, against the chill in the autumn air.  When she noticed Win, she rolled her eyes.  

“Lewis, lookin’ good,” Tommy added with a grin and Win fought the urge to grimace in disgust.

“I want a drink,” she said, peeling away from Billy’s side to head toward the table, finding a couple large coolers stocked with ice cold beer.  She grabbed two cans before ambling back toward where Billy stood with Tommy.  Luckily, Tina and Vicki were nowhere to be seen.

“Thanks babe,” Billy murmured, accepting the beer before pulling her close to his side and cracking the can open one handed, his other hand slipping around her waist.

Win watched him take a long draw from the can, his adam’s apple bobbing with each swallow,  before she too brought her can to her lips.

“Hey Win!  Good to see you!” Heather exclaimed, joining them by the fire, the flickering light of the flames casting eerie shadows against her face.  

“Hey, you too,” Win replied.  She’d never really spoken much to Heather Holloway, they tended to run in different circles, but maybe that’s what she needed now—a different circle.

“Let’s play a party game, something to spice things up,” Tommy exclaimed loudly, crumpling the empty can in his hand and tossing it into the bonfire.

“Yeah, like Never Have I Ever,” Carol suggested, a wicked smirk gracing her pinched features.

“Oooh yeah, sounds like fun!” Heather exclaimed.  “Think we need something stronger for this though,” she laughed, running over to grab the bottle of vodka on the table.

Win downed the rest of her beer before accepting the plastic cup of booze.  

“Win, why don’t you go first?” Heather asked and Win grimaced.  

“Uh, alright,” she murmured, watching the fire for a moment as she thought.  “Never have I ever… gone cow tipping,” she said, wrinkling her nose at the most cliched country activity she could think of, wondering if anyone actually did that.

Billy let out a snort when Tommy chuckled, bringing his cup to his lips.

“Guess it’s my turn,” Tommy said, a grin spreading across his face.

“Never have I ever moved to a different state,” he said, raising his eyebrows at both Win and Billy.

“Very funny,” Win muttered, rolling her eyes, but taking a drink along with Billy.

“Hmm, never have I ever broken a law,” Heather said and once more both Win and Billy took a shot, Tommy joining them as well.

“You got that right, Hargrove!” he exclaimed, raising his hand for Billy to high five.

“My turn?” Carol asked and Win didn’t like the way she smirked as she deliberated.  “Never have I ever stolen my friend’s date,” she said finally, her eyes flicking purposefully to Win’s.

Setting her jaw, Win didn’t move, and everyone’s heads swung toward her.

“Well?” Carol prompted expectantly, cocking an eyebrow at her.

“Can’t say I have,” Win replied with a shrug.  “She’d have had to been my friend for that to be true.”

For a moment Win thought Carol was gunna come at her, the tension nearly suffocating, when suddenly Billy hefted her up, throwing her over his shoulder.  “This party’s a major snorefest,” he announced loudly, tossing back the rest of the booze in his cup before striding toward the front yard.

Win could barely believe it, gaping back at the others as they retreated into the distance, bouncing against Billy’s shoulder with each step he took.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know?” she said as they were back in the Camaro and on their way down Win’s quiet street.

“Do what?  That party was lame,” Billy insisted, glancing over at her.  

“I can take care of myself.”  Her muttered words sounded petulant and Win wished she could take them back.

“I know that,” Billy huffed, carefully not looking at her, his hands flexing on the wheel.  “Besides, I wanted to get you alone.  You’re way better company than those assholes,” he muttered.

Win smiled down at her hands, hoping he couldn’t see her expression in the dark as he pulled into her empty driveway.

“You hungry?” she asked,  pulling her house key from her pocket.

“Fucking starved,” Billy replied, following her to the front door.

“I don’t know what all we have in the fridge, but I’m sure there’s something,” Win said, pushing the door open and gesturing him in, flicking on the light switch.

Billy ambled after her, letting his gaze roam the room almost curiously, a stark contrast to the bored way he usually took in his surroundings.

“Uhh, there’s not a lot in here that’s easy to make,” Win mused, shutting the fridge door with a frown.  “I could probably make us some mac and cheese…”

At her words, Billy joined her in the kitchen, opening the fridge himself to have a look before checking the freezer.  “There’s some frozen ground beef, I can make us some burgers to go with it,” he offered.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, it’s not hard,” Billy snorted, raising an eyebrow at her as he pulled the package from the freezer.  “Something tells me you’re not exactly at home in the kitchen,” he ventured, shrugging his leather jacket off, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Yeah, I’m a heinous cook, bite me,” Win replied, sticking her tongue out at him as she flipped on the radio on the counter before pulling out a skillet and a pot.

Billy chuckled, shaking his head ruefully, opening several cupboards in search of a microwave safe plate to defrost the meat on.  “You should probably work on that, unless you plan on living off frozen dinners the rest of your life,” he teased.

“Maybe I’m planning on marrying a guy that can cook, how about that?” Win countered, planting her hands on her hips jauntily and Billy couldn’t help but laugh.  

“Was that a proposal, Lewis?” he teased and Win felt her face flush, quickly turning away to turn the radio up when the song changed, the opening to Call Me by Blondie playing through the speakers.

“Oh, I love this song,” she exclaimed, moving her hips to the music, for a moment forgetting that Billy was standing there.  

“Please don’t tell me you listen to this shit,” he snorted, only for Win to gasp at him.

“Take that back!” she exclaimed, giving his arm a playful smack.  “Debbie Harry is my icon!”

“You’re kidding, right?” Billy scoffed, transferring the defrosted hamburger to the skillet.  “Here I thought you had better taste than that,” he said, fighting back a grin as he held his hands up, preparing for another attack.

Win’s mouth fell open.  “I like you, don’t I?” she countered, pinching his side.  Billy laughed, squirming away from her fingers, and Win’s expression turned mischievous.

“Ticklish, are we?” she asked, doubling down and attacking his sides without remorse until Billy managed to grasp her wrists, spinning her and pinning her back against the counter as he caught his breath.

“You little brat!” Billy exclaimed, leaning in imposingly, but Win raised her chin in defiance, her lips parting expectantly.

“What’re you gunna do about it, Hargrove?”  Before she could barely get the words out, Billy’s mouth was on hers, his tongue forcing its way between her teeth.

Win’s breath caught in her throat and she moaned, melting into him.

The loud sizzling from the stove broke the mood and Billy swore under his breath, reluctantly pulling away.  “To be continued,” he drawled, winking at her before turning back to the skillet, seasoning the burgers before flipping them and adjusting the heat.

“You wanna fill this up with water?” he asked, handing Win the empty pot before grabbing the milk and butter from the fridge.

Win obeyed, setting the water on the stove and turning on the burner.  “So, uhm, how’d you learn to do all this?” she asked, leaning against the counter to watch him, the music playing softly in the background.

“This ain’t nothing,” Billy snorted.  “This is pretty simple shit.”

“I guess,” Win said, rolling her eyes.  “But you know what I mean.  How’d you learn how to cook?”

Billy let out a soft huff, keeping his eyes on the stove.  “I kinda hadta learn how to take care of myself from a young age.”

“I’m sorry…” Win breathed.

You don’t have to apologize,” Billy said, cutting her off, finally looking up at her, a vulnerability in his blue eyes that she’d only caught a glimpse of once before.

Opening her mouth to say more, Billy once more interrupted her, clearing his throat.  “The water’s boiling, we should finish up the macaroni.”

––

It wasn’t long before the food was ready and Win plopped down on the couch with Billy to eat, turning the tv on for a distraction.

“You still sure this is more fun than getting wasted at the bonfire?” Win asked, still finding it hard to believe he’d really rather be there with her.

Billy set his empty plate on the coffee table before taking hers from her hands and setting it aside.  “I’m very sure,” he drawled, easing her to her back, his mouth finding hers as his hand slipped beneath her shirt, drawing a soft moan from her lips.

“Here,” she breathed, pulling her shirt over her head and tossing it to the floor.

Billy smirked down at the sight of her, his hand reaching around behind her to unhook her bra.  “That’s better,” he murmured, enveloping her breast with his hand, his fingers pinching and rolling, coaxing her nipple to stiffen while his mouth descended on her exposed neck.

“You look so fuckin’ cute on your back,” he growled against her skin, nipping at her collarbone as he pressed his knee between her thighs.

Win’s sharp gasp at the sudden pressure against her throbbing cunt brought a husky chuckle to Billy’s throat, his cock stirring in response, pressing almost painfully against the confines of his tight jeans.

“You should stay, with me, tonight,” Win gasped between Billy’s hungry kisses, her back arching into his touch.  “It gets so lonely, and I have a hard time falling asleep in an empty house,” she murmured.

Billy pushed back to look down at her, blue eyes flashing in the darkness.  “I don’t sleep a lot either these days,” he admitted, caressing her cheek, his thumb catching her bottom lip.  “You know, I can think of some ways to wear you out,” he drawled.

“Oh really?” Win breathed, letting out a surprised yelp as he suddenly lifted her, one arm wrapping around her back while the other fit under her bent knees, carrying her easily to her bedroom.

“Really,” he answered, smirking as he dropped her atop her bed, kicking the door shut behind him.

Win gasped as she landed, bouncing slightly.  Before she could formulate a response, Billy was already unbuttoning his shirt and toeing his boots off.

“Enjoying the view, Princess?” he chuckled when he caught her staring and Win quickly ducked her head as her face flared hotter, focusing on working her jeans down while she peered at him through her dyed blonde bangs.  

“Didn’t think you flustered that easy,” Billy teased, dropping his jeans and hooking a finger under her chin, tilting her face up.

“I’m not flustered!” Win countered, her heart pounding in her ears as he eased his boxers down, letting his cock spring free, the weight of it making her mouth water.  “ –I’ve just not gotten a good look at your dick yet,” she murmured, wetting her lips distractedly.

A proud grin tugged at Billy’s mouth and he stepped closer to the edge of the bed.  “Well, what do you think?” he drawled.

Win crawled closer, taking a deep breath in through his nose as she wrapped her hand loosely around his length, her cunt aching as she caressed him.  Billy’s breath hitched, catching in his throat as she touched him and his cock twitched eagerly in her hand.

“So sensitive,” she breathed, grinning at his reaction.  Though he liked to play it cool, it was reassuring that deep down he might be as flustered as she was.  “You have such a pretty cock,” Win murmured, leaning in to lap up the glistening bead of precum gathered at his tip.  Slowly taking him into her mouth, her tongue traced the thick vein on the underside of his length as her eyes flicked up to his, looking incredibly sinful on all fours like that with his cock disappearing into her mouth.

“Oh fuck–” Billy grunted, bucking forward involuntarily, unable to stop himself.  “Fuck, that feels good.  Your mouth’s like heaven,” he growled as his tip hit the back of her throat and she gagged, his pubes tickling her nose.

Win merely moaned in response, gripping the base of his cock with one hand to hold him steady so he couldn’t take her by surprise again.

“Shit Win,” he gasped, tangling his fingers in her chin length hair, blunt fingernails scraping her scalp as she hollowed her cheeks to suck as she pulled back, her velvety tongue curling around him, caressing him with each bob of her head.

“If you keep that up–” Billy’s words cut off and he hastily pulled free of her mouth, his fist in her hair holding her still.  “As much as I would love to cum down your throat, sweetheart, I wanna make you scream,” he growled, releasing her hair to wipe the drool from her chin with his thumb, the tenderness of his actions at odds with the harsh way the words left his mouth.

A thrill ran through Win and she scooted backwards atop the bed, giving him room to join her.

“Get those panties off, or I’m gunna have to rip ‘em off you,” he said, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“That actually sounds kinda hot,” Win laughed, laying back against her pillows, her arms resting behind her head, her posture just daring him to do it.

Billy’s eyes flashed at the challenge and he grabbed her by the ankles, yanking her back toward him.  Win let out a shriek of laughter, but didn’t struggle, biting her lips as he clutched her underwear, his gaze boring into hers.

“You sure about that?” he drawled, hesitating, and Win nodded.  Billy’s grin turned predatory and he gave a sharp tug, easily ripping the thin cotton from her body.  

“Oh fuck–” Win breathed, heat rolling through her at the display.

“There, that’s better,” he purred, discarding the ruined garment and pulling her legs apart.  “I wanna look at this pretty pussy.”

Win’s breath hitched as he slid a finger between her folds.  “Sucking me off made you this wet?” he marveled, slipping a second finger in, stretching her around him.

“I told you you had a gorgeous cock,” Win teased, huffing a breathless laugh as his thick digits curled inside her, dragging against her spongy g-spot.

“Billy, stop teasing me,” she pouted, rolling her hips impatiently against the heel of his hand.

“You keep pouting like that and I’ll make you wait longer,” he taunted, pulling his fingers free with a wet squelch and taking a moment to study the silvery translucent strands that stretched between them.

“If you won’t get me off, I have other ways–” Win began, huffing indignantly until Billy pushed her back, crawling between her legs and grabbing her wrist as she reached toward her sex.

“Ah ah ah, you don’t get to touch yourself right now, that’s my job,” he growled, releasing her wrist and giving his cock a few strokes before teasing his swollen head between her folds.  “You ready, baby?” he asked, taking her aback that he’d asked.

“I’m ready,” Win breathed, moaning as he pushed into her.  He kept his head down, watching the spot where their bodies connected, her cunt sucking him in greedily, inch by slow inch, creaming rings around the base of his cock with each slow thrust.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Billy groaned, dropping his forehead against her shoulder, his necklace hovering over her chest, grazing her sternum lightly as it swung in time with his measured movements.

Each time his hips met hers with a soft smack of skin on skin, Win let out a soft moan, her hands sliding up his back, feeling every dip and swell of taut muscle stretched beneath his fevered skin.  “Oh fuck,” she gasped, whining sharply, her fingers biting into his shoulders as he hit her cervix, bottoming out.

“You make such pretty sounds for me.  Your daddy’s not home, you know.  So, you don’t have to hold back,” Billy growled, thrusting into her harder, enough to make the bed frame squeak, her tiny frame rocking beneath him.  “I meant it when I said I wanted to make you scream.”

Win’s lips twitched and she let her eyes flutter shut.  “Kiss me,” she breathed, the warmth pooling low in her gut spreading outward, driving her to the precipice.  Needing to feel all of him pressed against her, she tightened her hold on him and Billy obliged, a deep groan catching in his chest as his lips collided with hers, kissing her breathless as he pumped into her faster, a desperation in his movements that grew with each moment.

Something had changed–this wasn’t like the time they’d fucked in the back of his car, this felt different, and Win’s head swam as her pleasure crested, threatening to carry her away.

“Billy–!” she gasped, teetering on the edge.  “Want–want you to cum inside,” she managed to get out, rolling her hips to meet his, angling him deeper.

Billy nodded, breathing heavily, his thrusts growing jerky, sloppy.  “Fuck, I’m–” he cut off with a guttural growl, his cock swelling and spasming as he came, unable to hold back any longer, and it was only moments later that Win followed, crying out his name as he rode her through it, pumping her full.

When they finally stilled, Billy collapsed atop her, his chest heaving against hers and Win pressed her face into the crook of his neck, inhaling the scent of his sweat and the lingering spicy smell of his cologne.

With a soft grunt, Billy rolled to his back, pulling out of her and Win whined at the loss, feeling his seed slowly rolling down her inner thigh.  

“You were right, you knew exactly what I needed to wear me out,” she sighed contentedly, turning toward him to rest her cheek against his shoulder, draping her arm over him.

Billy chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest.  “I know how to take care of you,” he murmured proudly, reaching for Win’s pack of cigarettes on the nightstand nearby.

“Open the window and share that with me,” she said, scooting closer to his side and Billy did as she asked, lighting the cigarette pinched between his teeth and blowing the smoke toward the window above her headboard.

Taking another pull, he offered it to her, wrapping his other arm around her back to hold her against him, though he knew he should be doing the opposite–disentangling himself and getting dressed.  It was late, way past his curfew, but the feel of her warm body pressed against him was sweeter than the threat of his father’s wrath and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this relaxed.

“What was California like?” Win asked, her abrupt question taking him by surprise, and when Billy glanced down at her, he found her watching him.

“Warm,” he said, fighting a lump in his throat.  “The sun was almost always shining.  I used to spend a lot of time at the beach,” he continued, glancing away.  “Then… things changed, and–” Billy hesitated, plucking the cigarette from her fingers to bring to his lips.  “Well, let’s just say there was always plenty of shit to do to keep me outta the house,” he muttered, still feeling Win’s large doll-like eyes on him. 

He could sense she was gearing up to ask a follow up question and he quickly changed the subject, not really wanting to dredge up shit from the past.

“How late does your dad work?  He’s not gunna come home soon and catch me in bed with you, is he?” he asked, amusement dancing in his eyes as he remembered the look on her father’s face the first time they’d met.  If he found them like this, he’d probably really freak.

“Nah, he works nights, so he won't be back til about six or seven,” Win answered.

Billy chanced a peek at her while he ashed the cigarette in the glass ashtray on her bedside table.  “You don’t see him much,” he observed, a spike of jealousy pricking his stomach.

Win shook her head, reaching across him to steal the last few hits off the cigarette. 

“Ever since my mum died, it’s been like this.  Like he doesn’t wanna process shit, and he’d rather just throw himself into work or something, I dunno,” she muttered.

“I wish my dad was like that,” Billy murmured and Win’s brows drew down.

“Don’t say that.”

Billy huffed a humourless laugh, finally looking her in the eye.  “I mean it,” he insisted.  “If you knew my dad, you’d understand.  If he disappeared tomorrow and I never saw him again, I wouldn’t shed a fuckin’ tear.”

Win nodded, finally understanding. With everything he’d said about his home life, things were beginning to make a lot of sense.

“Shit,” she suddenly hissed, catching sight of the time.  “It’s way later than I thought–”

Billy cut her off, knowing she was about to ask if he needed to leave, and while he knew he probably should, he’d already made up his mind.

“It’s fine,” he said, a decisiveness to his voice that discouraged any argument.  “Besides, your bed’s way more comfortable and there’s a smokin’ hot naked girl in it,” he added, his lips twitching as he ducked his head to steal a kiss.

“Charmer,” Win murmured, once more melting, deciding not to press the issue.  It wasn’t like she wanted him to leave anyway.

Billy put out the spent cigarette and waved the smoke away before getting under the blankets and pulling Win closer, letting her meld against him, stifling a yawn behind her hand.

“Night Princess,” he murmured, but she was already drifting off.  

––

The sound of her dad’s car pulling into the gravel drive woke Win and she blinked blearily, vaguely noticing the weak sunlight streaming through her window, which was still cracked open from the night before, the November morning air chilling her room.

Whining softly at the chill, she pulled the comforter up higher and rolled over, seeking Billy’s warmth.  When her hand slid across the cold empty space next to her however, she bolted awake.  Billy was nowhere to be found, his blankets thrown back as if he’d gotten up.

Crawling to the edge of the bed, she found the spot on the floor he’d left his boots empty as well and her fear of her father catching him there shifted to empty disappointment, her heart sinking, though she knew she was being irrational.

Laying back down with a huff, she stared at the ceiling, not bothering to shut her window.  It almost felt like she’d only imagined falling asleep in Billy’s warm embrace, sleeping more soundly than she had since she’d moved to Hawkins.  Turning her head to glance at her clock, a slip of paper on her bedside table caught her eye and she sat up to get a better look.

Billy’s hasty scrawl covered the scrap paper and Win couldn’t help but smile, hearing his voice in her head as she read his words.

Morning beautiful,  Sorry I’m not there when you wake up.  Thought it would be safer to leave before your dad gets home.  Last night was fun.  Slept better than I have in a while.   I’ll call you later. —Billy P.S. you’re pretty cute when you’re sleeping, you actually look kind of innocent.

Suddenly feeling much lighter, Win flopped back into bed, holding Billy’s note to her chest as she fell back asleep, hoping his dad hadn’t noticed he’d been out all night.

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[madsthebat]

“Thunder only happens when it’s raining”

Welcome to my blog! You can call me Mads, Circe, Pearl, or Finn. I’m 21, and use She/Her pronouns.

Welcome to my main blog!

🪽 My interests:

Hatchetverse

Epic the Musical

Team Starkid (TTO, Twisted, HMB)

Spies Are Forever

Gravity Falls

A lotta different books

Beetlejuice (movies and musical), Heathers (movie and musical)

Will Wood, Noah Kahan, Hozier, Fleetwood Mac, Stevie Nicks, Queen, David Bowie, much more

Dark academia, goblincore, cottagecore, forestcore

Mycology, nature photography, foraging

Cooking, coffee, drink making

Sharks, marine biology, cryptozoology

🪽 My tags:

#moots my beloved - anything involving my mutuals!

#madsy rambles - often just my thoughts on things, can be rants

#madsy going feral - POSITIVE HYPERFIX STUFF

#apple pie - Miss Holloway x Wilbur Cross ship tag!

#miracle worker - Karen Chasity x Duke Keane ship tag!

#barnes sisters - Tag for my headcanon that Karen Chasity and Becky Barnes are sisters!

🪽 BYF:

I am an SFW blog! No NSFW! Implied is okay, but no explicit things.

I block liberally. DNIs don’t really work, so don’t be awful.

I am NOT PROSHIP. Anything with a minor x an adult, inc3st, etc in any positive light will get you blocked.

Moots, please tag anything Hey, Melissa! or Cheerpreacher (Karen Chasity x Becky Barnes) related with #madsy hide

Tonetags are appreciated!! I’m autistic, so I don’t get tone all the time!

I DO NOT support Robert Manion! That being said, his performance of certain characters (Namely Hidgens and Ethan) are some of my favorites, so you may see that on the blog! I will do my best to tag all posts with Robert as #tw robert manion

🪽 My blogs:

@thehatchettownchronicles - My fanfic/Hatchetblr blog

@chaste-grace - My Grace Chasity RP blog

@the-bastards-kid - My child of Tinky OC RP blog

@graveyard-jones - My Hatchetfield teen OC RP blog

@midsummernightsdarla - My Hatchetfield Tinky Prophet OC RP blog

@your-annual-entrepreneur - My Frank Pricely RP blog

@uncle-wiley-and-co - My Wilbur Cross & Apple Pie Fankid OC TP blog

no i will not be accepting questions about why i have so many hatchetfield blogs

[atti-cuss]

hi hi! my name is atticus or atti and i am currently looking for long term discord roleplay partners.

some info about me:

- i’m 18, and am looking for other 18+ roleplay partners

- i use she/her pronouns

- i am a literate roleplayer, but i usually match my partner and what they’re comfortable writing

- i write poetry and music!

i roleplay in four main fandoms. these are fear street, stranger things, lost boys, and yellowjackets. and here are the characters i play:

yellowjackets:

- jackie taylor

- taissa turner

stranger things:

- chrissy cunningham

- heather holloway

- tommy hagan

- lucas sinclair

- vickie

- robin buckley

- carol perkins

fear street:

- samantha fraser

- tommy slater

lost boys:

- david

- paul

i am willing to discuss different ships and plot lines. i am even willing to do oc x cannons. i usually like to make small discord servers to actually rp and i will only rp on discord. please feel free to message me to discuss ideas!

[queenimmadolla]

drabbles coming out today 🥰 also, I have a question for those of you lovely people who don’t enjoy reader inserts too much, would you want to read about ST characters x my OCs instead? I can do those as well 🤔 just saw a couple of tiktoks about it

[artemisocs]

Laurie Mayfield → Running Up That Hill

17 running from innocence Like it's a lion Nipping at my heels But I'm young, so I outrun 'em

[sunshinebillyhargrove]

You Belong With Me (a billy hargrove x oc fic)

Note: Thank you all for reading the first chapter! Big prom is happening now and things don’t go as planned. 

–Alison Gilbert wasn’t popular like the other girls at Hawkins High. Invisible actually. A careless single mother and a stuck up best friend made that much easy. Everything changes when the new King, Billy Hargrove, sets his sights on her. A secret prank tears them apart but it might be what brings them together too. Will love conquer all?–

two.

Alison found herself excited for the dance. Heather didn’t believe it. Billy Hargrove asking her friend. The night came sooner than expected.

A few spritzes of perfume completed her look. Her mother did her hair in big blond curls before leaving for a date. Alison wore a metallic, purple dress with a big skirt. It made her waist smaller and it didn’t make her cleavage look half bad also. She felt like a princess tonight as she looked at herself in the mirror. 

Billy knocked at the door in a blue rental suit with his shirt undone. He looked amazing and her feet shuffled nervously. Billy’s eyes checked her out.

“Whoa, you look amazing.”

“Thank you.” She said shyly. Alison followed him to his camaro and they drove off. Prom was already bumping with loud music and teens going in. 

“Are you nervous, Ali?”

“A little.” She admitted so Billy came around the car and opened the door. “What a gentleman, Hargrove.”

“I got you, Gilbert.” He took her hand and led her inside. Metallic streamers were everywhere with bright lights blinking. Seniors dancing too. Alison got closer to Billy. 

“Hey, man.” Tommy came out of the crowd. “Look who shows up with you. Wow, Gilbert, you don’t look half bad. If you get tired of dancing with this guy come find me.” Alison said nothing and Billy rolled his eyes.

“Ignore him.” Billy brought Alison to the punchbowl and poured her a cup. “It’s not spiked.” He laughed

“Billy,” She got nervous again, “why did you bring me here?”

“I just wanted to.” Billy felt guilty again and took her hand. A slow song started. “C’mon, let’s dance.”

“I don’t know how.”

“We just pretend and sway with everyone.” Billy grabed her waist. “Like this.” Alison put her hands on his shoulders to hold on. He made her smile wider. This could be the best night she had in a long time. 

“Not bad.” She said. Alison met Billy’s eyes and fell harder. She felt flower petals whirling around her stomach kinda like a butterfly’s wings. They burrowed deep to bloom inside her. Big, vibrant colors she hid from the world spinning to unfurl. Billy looked into her soul and saw the colors dance neon. She was just so pretty.

“You’re beautiful.” He said. Alison put her head on his shoulder.

“I’m having a really nice time, Billy.” She smiled up at him and came to her toes. Gave him a peck on the lips so inordinate in sweetness. He began to fall too.

“Good.” Billy kissed her again. He really liked this girl. He looked at Tommy and Carol across the way whispering and dancing. They were probably making fun of them. “Hey can you give me a second?”

“Oh,” she frowned, “sure, okay.” Alison went back to the punchbowl and Billy went to see his friends. “Hey, Heather.”

“You look so cute, I almost didn’t recognize you, Alison.” Heather took Steve’s hand next to her. “We’re going to go back and dance now.” She flicked her hair and took Steve away before he could speak.

Alison sniffled and tried to see Billy again. Talking heatedly with Tommy and Carol who were just laughing back at him. Billy shoved Tommy and turned before the principal went to the microphone.

“The moment you all waited for! Hawkins King and Queen.” A drum rolled. “Billy Hargrove and Carol Perkins!”

Students clapped before Billy was pushed onstage. Carol swung her hips and joined him. They got crowns and she stole Billy’s hand. Alison felt herself want to cry so Tommy came over.

“You know we paid Hargrove to take you here,” he revealed in a mean tone, “one hundred bucks.”

“What?” Alison gasped in shock. “He wouldn’t.”

“It gets better.” Tommy pointed and Carol pulled Billy in for a kiss. Students clapped louder and called out. Tommy laughed too as Alison burst into tears and started to run off. She got outside when Billy caught up with her.

“Alison, I didn’t know she was going to kiss me!”

“They paid you to take me?” She cried at him and pushed him off her. Billy felt guilty again. 

“No, but I really like you.” He begged and took her wrist.

“Let go of me! I thought you...” Alison shook and yanked away because she couldn’t be near him. A scream came up her throat but it didn’t leave. She hated herself for believing it all. “Leave me alone, Billy! I hate you!”

“Alison, it’s not like that!” Billy called after her but she began to run away. Alison sprinted in her heels into the dark streets. She cried all the way. “Ali, wait!” 

Alison was gone. 

-

Sad chapter but enjoy it! Until the next one! Ali may or may not forgive him hehe. Thank you

[alias-b]

Evie Fenny + Powerful Female Friendships In Hawkins

That's all they really want Some fun When the working day is done Oh girls, they wanna have fun

“The transcendental instinct women had to protect each other was too powerful for that. Stronger than lightning and thunder alike.”

[writer-in-theory]

Billy Hargrove Bingo 2022

Prompts: "You can stay at my place." Reunion Flinching Pillow Fight Breakfast Club AU Jim Hopper as Billy's Dad Hidden Injuries Secretly Royal

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A1 — Swiping Right (9.3k)

Prompt: "You can stay at my place" Summary: Steve helps his roommate, Robin, land a Tinder date and maybe finds some romance of his own along the way. Pairing: Steve Harrington x Billy Hargrove // Robin Buckley x Heather Holloway Rating: M Type: Oneshot

A2 — California Dreamin' (10.7k) 18+ ONLY

Prompt: Reunion Summary: When Steve finally goes on his cross-country trip, he never imagined he'd find an old ghost from Hawkins. Pairing: Steve Harrington x Billy Hargrove Rating: E Type: Oneshot

A3 — Planting a Memory Garden (1.9k)

Prompt: Flinching Summary: All couples eventually have their first argument. Steve never expected it to go like this. Pairing: Steve Harrington x Billy Hargrove Rating: T Type: Oneshot

B1 — Everywhere You Look (There's A Heart) (Coming Soon)

Prompt: Pillow Fight Summary: Billy never thought he'd be a single father, but he knows he wouldn't give his daughters up for anything. Pairing: Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove/Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove & Daughter!OC Rating: T Type: Multichapter

B2 — The Best Thing (That's Ever Been Mine) (4k)

Prompt: Free Space Summary: When Steve and Billy run away from Hawkins together, they find out the story doesn't end at happily ever after. Pairing: Steve Harrington x Billy Hargrove Rating: M Type: Oneshot

B3 — Don't You (Forget About Me) (Coming Soon)

Prompt: Breakfast Club AU Summary: Five people who’ve never had a reason to interact much before now have detention together. What could go wrong? Pairing: Steve Harrington x Billy Hargrove x Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler x Robin Buckley Rating: T Type: Oneshot

C1— Piece by Piece (3.3k)

Prompt: Jim Hopper as Billy's Dad Summary: When Max calls for Hopper’s help one night, everything changes. Pairing: Platonic Billy Hargrove & Jim Hopper, Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington Rating: T Type: Oneshot

C2 — All This and Heaven Too (6.2k)

Prompt: Hidden Injuries Summary: When Billy is forced into a contract with the devil after becoming a Victor of the Hunger Games, Steve is there, always. Pairing: Steve Harrington x Billy Hargrove Rating: M Type: Oneshot

C3 — One and the Same (Coming Soon)

Prompt: Secretly Royal Summary: Eddie Munson's life is turned upside down when his Uncle Wayne brings Prince William Hargrove to their home in Hawkins, Indiana as part of the Prince Protection Program. Pairing: Eddie Munson x Billy Hargrove Rating: T Type: Oneshot

[ao3feed-strangerthings]

𝗗𝗲𝗳𝗶𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 ➪ 𝘀. 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗼𝗻

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/453qtbi

by wintersxani

In which the eldest daughter of Joyce and Lonnie Byers is torn between her ex-boyfriend, Steve Harrington, the king of Hawkins High, and the new Californian Male, Billy Hargrove. After heartbreak, loss of friends, and her youngest brother's disappearance, Allison Byers discovers the existence of another world living alongside Hawkins, and must fight for not only her life, but her friends and family's.

- Disclaimer:

This is a love triangle focused book, ultimately ending in Steve Harrington x oc!! I don't own Stranger Things or its characters, only Allison Byers storyline and added character development for other characters.

Words: 11388, Chapters: 6/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/M

Characters: Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove, Heather Holloway, Nancy Wheeler, Barbara "Barb" Holland, Joyce Byers, Jonathan Byers, Will Byers, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Lonnie Byers, Murray Bauman, Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, Erica Sinclair, Mike Wheeler, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Chrissy (Stranger Things), Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Neil Hargrove, Tommy Hagan, Carol Perkins, Tina (Stranger Things), Vickie (Stranger Things), Karen Wheeler, Ted Wheeler (Stranger Things), Bob Newby

Relationships: Steve Harrington/Original Female Character(s), Steve Harrington & Original Female Character(s), Billy Hargrove/Original Female Character(s), Billy Hargrove & Original Female Character(s), Jonathan Byers/Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler, Eleven | Jane Hopper/Mike Wheeler, Joyce Byers/Jim "Chief" Hopper, Joyce Byers x oc!daughter - Relationship, Jonathan Byers x oc!sister - Relationship, Will Byers x oc!sister - Relationship

Additional Tags: Jealousy, Jealous Steve Harrington, Grief/Mourning, Abuse, Physical Abuse, Past Abuse, Past Relationship(s), Developing Relationship, Secret Relationship, Character Death, Minor Character Death, Canonical Character Death, Death, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Past Character Death, Near Death Experiences, Depression, Love Triangles, Love Confessions, Falling In Love, Declarations Of Love, Protective Steve Harrington, Past Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler, Soft Billy Hargrove, Protective Billy Hargrove, POV Original Female Character, Abusive Neil Hargrove, Abusive Lonnie Byers, Trauma, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Hawkins (Stranger Things), Hawkins High School (Stranger Things), Second Chances, Flayed Billy Hargrove

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[eddies-munson]

title: rough fandom: stranger things pairing: eddie munson/oc warning(s): swearing, referenced drug use, mention of alcohol

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CHAPTER ONE: X

12:07 pm. Eddie had his Walkman playing, headphones on, strolling through the near-empty halls, skipping class hoping to kill enough time for the lunch bell to ring. He almost heard something over KISS's Dynasty album blasting, probably other students talking amongst themselves.

Until a hand was on his shoulder and he jumped, his heart lurched in his chest before he turned around and saw Cynthia laughing and motioning for him to take off the headphones.

"I am so sorry. I thought you heard me."

Pausing his music, he leaned back against the lockers, "Yeah, I wouldn't have ignored you."

"Again, sorry. But anyways, I came to say good luck on your test. Please don't skip on it." She apologized and pressed her shoulder against the lockers beside him.

He played with the ends of his hair, remembering how on edge he actually was for this test, "What makes you think I'd do that, Moose?"

Cynthia let out a sarcastic laugh "Munson, this isn't the first class we've had together believe it or not. Besides, I'm not gonna be here to drag you there myself."

Eddie nodded slowly, the bell ringing signaling the end of class and the start of lunch. "See you tomorrow then?"

"Yeah, um, actually I was wondering if maybe—" she stumbled over her words, tearing her eyes away from Eddie's "I know you might have Hellfire or something, but I was hoping we could hangout tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow night?" He asked.

"Yeah, I finally got dibs on The Thing and Terror Train." She met his eyes again while fiddling with her hands, "thought you might be interested."

"Of course, I've been meaning to check out Terror Train, what time?"

Cynthia smiled, a weight almost being lifted from her shoulders, "seven thirty, eight. Whichever works better for you."

"Seven thirty it is."

✰ ✰ ✰

Eddie showed up, admittedly, pretty early. 6:45 pm. He couldn't wait around at Rick's or his own trailer any longer, he hated that he was nervous, it wasn't even his first time dropping by her house, it's been a regular thing for the past couple weeks. This time seemed different though. She was clearly nervous asking him to hang out; it was just a couple of movies and some drinks, right?

He wrung his hands out, fiddling with the silver rings as he got out of the van and walked up to the door, he was definitely too early. Not like she'd care, it wasn't going to be weird or anything. Letting out a slow breath, he lifted his hand and knocked on the door.

There was a quick shuffling from, presumably, the living room then the door swung open but he wasn't met with Cynthia. It was her younger sister, Beth.

"Fuck." She muttered before calling out into the house, "it's just Munson."

Cynthia came into view from around the corner, "Christ, Bethany. I thought you left." She turned her attention to Eddie who was waiting awkwardly in the doorway after Beth rolled her eyes and walked back to the living room throwing her hair over her shoulder, "come on in. Ignore her."

Beth stuck her middle finger up at her sister as she led her friend to her room, Cynthia responded in kind.

They arrived at her open bedroom door and Eddie was surprised but also not very much. It was almost a contradiction, looking at her room. Pink, flowery bedding and accessories but the walls were as if the box in the living room that held her movie collection had exploded all over.

"You wait here, I'll make sure she doesn't need a ride anywhere." Cynthia told him, then turned and shut the door before he could say anything.

Eddie took slow steps around the room, checking out the posters before stopping in front of a wall full of photographs. There was school photos, some of her family and friends, but the one that stuck out to him was one that had Cynthia at the center in a cheer uniform with Heather Holloway and Chrissy Cunningham. "Oh shit." The door swung open and Eddie jumped, feeling like just got caught snooping.

Cynthia waltzed in holding two cans of coke, setting them on a table next to the door, "What'cha looking at?" She stood next to him and tapped the photo of her with Chrissy and Heather, "I did cheer for four years, I think. Almost four. I brought you a coke, Beth won't be gone for a bit."

Eddie ignored the coke as Cynthia plopped down onto the edge of her bed, one leg hanging off, and cracked open the can. "Are you fucking with me?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're a senior right now." He stated. She nodded. "Four years you did cheer?"

"You know simple math right? Your one-two-three's?" A shit-eating grin on her face as he rambled on.

"I'm serious, are you still doing cheer?"

"No. I quit when school started."

"What?" Eddie exhaled, basically crumpling onto the bed next to her, confused. "I-- never mind about it. I have something to show you."

He dug in the breast pocket on his jean vest and pulled out a folded up packet, he just got it back from Ms. O'Donnell before he left the school late in the afternoon. For the last couple of hours he was too anxious to open it up.

Cynthia held out her hand, their fingers brushed as Eddie handed it over to her, "Let's check it out." She leaned back against her headboard, and looked through the test, bopping her head side to side with the rhythm of the cassette playing on the other side of the room: Autoamerican by Blondie.

Eddie stood up, grabbing his pop and paced around the room, trying to take his mind off of the test.

"I flunked by the way. Junior year." Cynthia informed, folding the test back up and holding it out. "Your test looks good. Keep it up and you'll make a miracle happen."

He shuffled over and took the test, giving her a smile before flipping the paper over and looking at the grade and a note from Ms. O'Donnell: C+, Keep up the great work!

"Y'know, Moose," Eddie nudged her on the shoulder as she looked lost in thought after handing the paper over, "this is all because of you."

Cynthia rolled her eyes as Eddie sat back down in front of her, "Not at all. You're pretty smart, Munson. You just need to apply yourself."

Shrugging, he replied, "I'm not-- it's--"

"Stop." She sat up, "You are not stupid or dumb. I am going to make it my mission-- We." She rested a hand on his shoulder which prompted to look over at her. "We are going to make it our mission to make sure you graduate this year. I am sick-- if Beth sees you in the halls next year, I will smack the hell out of you."

"You promise? That's a little extreme."

"I mean it, you are not going to be a fourth year senior. We can do it."

Eddie sighed and turned to face Cynthia, "Are you sure?"

"We have, what, six months until graduation? four or five until the final. We got this." She held out a pinky finger for dramatic effect, "I pinky swear."

"Are we nine? Should we do a spit-shake too?" He deadpanned, before locking pinkies with her.

✰ ✰ ✰

The killer had fell off the train and his body was being washed away in the river as Cynthia sat there dumbfounded and the empty beer can slowly slipped out of her hand, "What the fuck did we just watch?" She asked as the can clanged onto the floor.

Eddie wiped his eyes before checking his watch, 11:17 pm. "I didn't think it was that bad."

Cynthia groaned, stretching to turn on the lamp beside her, "This just proves I need to stop being such a sucker for Jamie Lee. I mean, first Prom Night now this?"

"You didn't like Prom Night?" He yawned as he reached for his own can of beer. Eddie didn't really care for the movie itself either, his tired brain just wanted to make conversation.

"No! It was like Carrie mixed with Halloween but not great." She ranted before standing up and stretching again. "Want another beer?" Eddie nodded so she pointed out the pile of movies, "turn on The Thing."

Almost an hour later, Cynthia rest her head against the back of the couch, trying and failing to keep her mind on the movie, she watched as Eddie chewed on his nail idly as the events of The Thing played out in front of him.

"Eddie?"

He barely took his eyes off of the TV screen, "yeah?"

"Never mind." She waved off, tearing her eyes away from the boy on her left.

Eddie, growing concerned, turned his attention fully to Cynthia and looked over at her, eventually meeting her eyes as she gave up trying to ignore her intrusion. "You alright?"

Cynthia met Eddie's dark brown eyes and almost melted before whispering, "it's fine."

It was as if she was on autopilot, barely feeling the minute movements as she leaned in slowly, their lips meeting. Her hand moved up with a slight shudder, caressing Eddie's face.

She was broken out of her trance-like state when Eddie's hands came up and rubbed against her back. Pulling away, she had a wide-eyed look before apologizing profusely, "I'm so sorry," Cynthia's hand left his cheek, "I didn't— it was—"

Eddie shushed her, grabbing her retreating hand and simply said, "it's alright. I was hoping you would."

Cynthia smiled, meeting his eyes once again before he initiated another kiss. Their lips moved in sync as her hand went back to the side of Eddie's face and tangled into the hair behind his ear.

[thephantomofthe-internet]

Billy Hargrove Masterlist

I NO LONGER WRITE FOR THIS CHARACTER!!!

I Know: Another late night drive, another revelation

Wishin’ and Hopin’: Your mother had a thing for Dionne Warwick. Billy had terrible timing. It was a recipe for disaster. (Henderson!Reader)

Safe Haven: March 6th, 1986. The day Billy Hargrove joined the party. (Henderson!Reader)

Promises, Promises: You had one simple request. Billy promised to fulfill it. Billy was never good at keeping his promises, was he?

Graduation Days: Leaving Hawkins behind wasn’t a hard pill to swallow, but leaving Billy behind was.

Memory Bank: You held onto the past. Billy pushed it away. (Bi!Reader)

Classic Beauty: You were not a classic beauty in the modern sense, but Billy knew a beauty when he saw one. (Plus Sized!Reader)

Eros Masterlist: You’d never been in love before, but you were certain that Jonathan Byers could change that. Billy Hargrove has other plans. (Jonathan Byers x Reader [UNREQUITED])

The Plan: You and Steve planned to lie to your boyfriend, Billy, too bad he’s hard to fool. (Steve Harrington x Reader [PLATONIC])

Runaway: Being a Harrington was hard. Living in Hawkins was harder. Beverly had escaped, now you and Billy were going to do the same. (Bi!Reader, Harrington!Reader)

Rock you like a Hurricane: On the whims of a drunken bachelorette party, you went to Studz and met your own Romeo…too bad you already knew him. (Stripper!Billy)

Dear Diary,: Being friends with Billy Hargrove was hard, especially when you were in love with him.

Don’t Break Me Again: Breaking up with Billy Hargrove was hard. Seeing him again was harder. (Future AU)

Afternoon at the Hawkins Community Pool: Working as a lifeguard would be more fun if Billy wasn’t so…distracting.

Midnight at the Pick n’ Save: Partying with your friends would be more fun if Heather wasn’t in love with Billy Hargrove.

The Party’s Over: Billy Hargrove’s been acting strange, but you’d be stupid to miss the year’s biggest party. (Flayed!Billy)

Piercings and Polaroids: Usually, working at the mall would be boring, but Heather dragging a certain home town hottie into your shop was not a part of your usual day.

A Kiss from the Afterlife: You were sent out to Carmel to review a flash in the pan band, who knew you’d know the lead singer? (Rocker!Billy, Holloway!Reader)

My Best Friend’s Wedding: Steve Harrington’s wedding was going to be the worst days of your life. Billy Hargrove attempts to make it better. (Steve Harrington x Reader [ONE-SIDED], Robin Buckley x OC)

Party Girl: A party in Greenville could be fun, especially when the new kid shows up.

[aroadcalledsobriety]

Here's to Us | A Strangers Things FanFiction

Chapter 1

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Flickering lights and a blonde with a nose bleed sends Joan Destiny back in time to 1985 as Joan Agatha, supposedly her aunt whose existence she had never heard about before. A fan of Back to the Future and Doctor Who, Joan knows how changing the course of the future could end for her, so she decides to act the part - no matter how hard it can be. Between Russians, drug dealers, and interdimensional monsters Joan is left with one question...

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October 12, 2022 Hawkins High School

The moment she had first gained consciousness into the world, Joan felt like she didn't belong in the skin she possessed. From her first word being actually a sentence-long-event far past the age of first words - her parents and doctor labeled her on the spectrum - to the way she belted out random songs in the hallways, Joan never felt like she belonged.

"Y-you could talk this entire time? Why didn't you say anything?"

"I had nothing to say."

Her existence felt itchy like an electric current rushing through her veins constantly and it only dulled down when she was doing something, anything, everything. Joan needed to move, to think, to feel that weird fuzzy thing on the wall that the other girls sneered at in disgust. Her brain ran constantly and her notebooks were filled with stories of a near terrifying magnitude.

"An overactive imagination, she's six, it's normal for kids her age."

"Honey, she wrote about someone being murdered..."

Joan lived for chaos because that was the only way to calm the electricity in her veins. Her ears were always plugged with music blaring through her eardrums to break up the silent hell, a chewed up pencil in hand to keep her teeth from grinding, and a bouncing leg to release the pent of energy.

"Wanna see me jump out the window and see what Ms. Thompson says?"

"Joan, we're on the second floor!"

And today was no different for the girl as she sat at the head of one of the lunch room tables, scribbling away in her notebooks like maniac. It was almost complete and it would be complete by 3:15pm today which was only a few hours away. It needed to be perfect, the best, well polished and-

"Joan?" A hand landed on her shoulder and Joan jumped in shock, looking around in a panic to see a familiar face - or well three - behind her. Joan tugged one AirPod out, her music pausing as she scowled. 

The other two seniors besides Joan were Ryan and Bryan, and the two were twins in everything but family and looks. Blond hair dyed green versus raven hair, they shared the same braincell amongst one another, finished each other's sentences unnaturally well, and did everything together since birth. The two were annoying little shits, but Joan didn't mind their company.

The weirdos were born a day from each other.

And Harry was the sophomore little sibling of Ryan, who joined the club at Ryan's polite threat, not that he really needed threatening. He was fine with joining, not like he would make friends anywhere else with his weird glass eye.

"What the hell, Bryan?!" She snapped out and slammed the notebook closed violently. The boys only snickered, each taking a seat at the table and setting down their lunches in front of them. "You know better than to sneak up on me, you jerk!"

"You shouldn't have your music up so loud anyways, Jo. What if there was a fire?"

"If I die, I die." Joan said simply with a roll of her eyes and her leg started bouncing again. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a hand sneaking over towards her notebook and she was quick to whack the hand and earned a satisfying fuck! in return. "Ryan, me boy, you know better than to touch my things."

"God, Jo. Do you have to be so violent?!" Ryan moaned while rubbing his hand dramatically. "That's going to bruise!"

"Baby." The boy next to him snickered with mouthful of sandwich. "Shoulda been quick- ooof!" Some sandwich  left the kids mouth as Ryan's elbow found its way into his rib. "What the fuck, Ryan!"

"What the fuck, Ryan!" Ryan imitated in a high pitch voice with a roll of his eyes, dodging the return shove his way. "Grow up Harry. It was your idea anyways."

"Are you trying to get me killed?!" Harry hissed out, his eyes darting to Joan who's own eyes were starting to narrow further and further with each second. "Look, Jo, we just wanted a sneak peak-."

"No. Non. Nyet. Nein. No, but in Spanish. And how about this no." Joan snapped out, making an X with her arms, shaking her head, and finishing with the sign language for No to emphasize her point. The boys flinched as her arm jolted out and pointed at each one of them. "None of you get to see anything until it's all done, understand?!"

"But, what about-."

"Just one peek-!"

"All I need is-!"

Joan's hands slammed down on the table, the cafeteria going silent as she stood up and stared down coldly into Ryan's eyes. "Do. You. Understand?"

"Geez, yes, okay!" Ryan snapped out, pushing the girl away from his face and look around at the obviously staring faces with nervousness all over him. Even though the girl could seemingly ignore the snickers and whispers around them, Ryan still had problems with the attention being on him at any time of day. "Just-just sit down and stop drawing attention to us!"

Joan rolled her eyes but listened all the same, plopping down into her chair unceremoniously and taking out her other AirPod, shoving them into their case. Another tray joined in next to Bryan and everyone visibly relaxed as the empty seat filled with a familiar pink skirt and long legs, and the cafeteria volume slowly increased.

"What'd I miss?" 

"Oh, God, Brynnyn. Thank fuck."  Harry hissed out throwing his head back as if he was thanking God personally. "Joan was going mental."

"Is she not always going mental?" Brynnyn smirked over at her friends, the chuckles going around at Joan's rolling eyes and scoff of disbelief. "What'd they do this time?"

"They tried to steal my notebook." Joan said passionately, lifting up the fancy leather-bound book in emphasis as if it were criminal evidence in court. She shook it lightly. "My notebook, Bryn!"

"Oh, you poor thing." Brynnyn mocked with a jutted out lip. Harry covered his mouth to hide his snicker and looked away at Joan's glare. "Can you blame them? You were pretty brutal last time."

Brynnyn was their resident cheerleader, a junior, and joined the group of misfits her sophomore year after some pleading from Joan. The ginger-haired, dark skin girl had grown up around the crazy brunette - their parents were close - so it didn't take much convincing, her only request was that Brynnyn could do cheer as a priority, much to Joan's chagrin.

Joan sniffed, pushing the notebook into her bag jerkily to hide it safely from peeping eyes. "You guys just don't appreciate true art."

"It's because we appreciate living." Bryan whispered none to quietly under his breath his own eyes rolling at the glance his way. "Oh come on Joan. You know you're being a bitch."

"Blah blah blah, what a bunch of whimps." Joan grumbled, crossing her arms as if she were a child and slouching down into her seat with legs opening obnoxiously wide. "Babies, the lot of you."

Ryan kicked Joan's legs closed with his foot. "You're wearing a fucking skirt, Jo! Stop spreading like that!" 

"Ugh, whatever." Joan moaned out, pushing her knees together and smacking her head onto the table, the pain soothing to her brain. "I'm never wearing anything other than pants after today ever again."

It was too quiet after that, no one knew what to say, and the silence made the itch stronger. Without the music, or the scrawling on paper, or bouncing around... Joan was left with an ache in her bones. 

"God, you ever think about just bashing your head against the cement walls over and over and over and-."

"Jesus Christ, Jo!"

"-over and over and-"

"No!"

"-over and-"

"Literally no one, dude..."

"-and over again?" Joan ignored the others and enjoyed the coolness of the table on her cheek and shut her eyes to listen to the vibrations around her. "Ever wonder about the people who walked these halls before us? Like, how many dead people you think used to go here?"

"Shit, also that weird stuff in the 80's our parents refuse to talk about... I'd say maybe at least one." Harry pointed out. "My parents never talk about it thought."

"Well considering this school is older than our parents..." Ryan trailed off, fingers drumming on the table, and leg bouncing in response to Harry. "I assume at least three."

"That sounds mathematically sound." Brynnyn snorted and spooned some peas into her mouth. She didn't bother to swallow before finishing her comment. "It's a wonder how your not in AP Calculus already, Ri-Ri."

"It's because there was no room available!" Ryan insisted with wide eyes. He looked around at his friends frantically. "Seriously, guys. I tried to take it, but they were already full."

"Take what?" A pile of red hair piped up, joining the table next to Brynnyn quietly with a metal Star Wars lunchbox clanking on the table. He opened it slowly and took out the sandwich and celery inside with a matching water bottle on the side. 

"Ryan here is saying he totally tried to get into AP Calc with the rest of us seniors, but the dude was too late to get in." Joan filled him in with a smile, before waving her fingers over at the kid. "Hey, Caleb. Where's your better half?"

"H-hey, Joan." Caleb returned the wave with a chuckle, before digging into his sandwich. "I-uh, she's sick today. Kaleigh had some kind of a weird headache and stayed home today."

Joan frowned at that, eyebrows furrowing in concern. "Is she okay? This is like the fifth time."

"Yeah, just the seasonal pressure getting to her head." Caleb waved the concern away with his free hand, seemingly unconcerned. "It happens every year, she's fine. But, uh, what's with the skirt?"

"My stupid grandparents are in town." Joan said dramatically, leaning back to balance on the back two legs of her chair to keep her mind occupied. Her friends nodded in understanding, but Caleb's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Ryan glanced over at the boy and leaned over the table to fill him in. "Her mom's a Mormon-"

"Was a Mormon."

"-and her grandparents still are, obviously. So whenever they visit she has to wear dresses and skirts." 

Caleb blinked at the explanation, nodding slowly as he took in the information. He wanted to ask why, but figured by Joan's bad mood that asking would only worsen her mood. And he too enjoyed life. But Joan was still worried about the youngest girl, this was her third time this month missing school due to a headache and it put a strange ripple of anxiety through her stomach at the thought.

Caleb and Kaleigh had joined the club at the start of the school year, having been swiped up quickly by the group after recognizing what Joan called the stench of fear cause by suffering from nerd-syndrome, and they fit in like a puzzle piece. She constantly referred to the the group as her babies and children, going above and beyond for the freshmen.

They were small, yet mighty continuing the small group that had gone on for decades with legacy after legacy keeping it alive. Today was Wednesday, which meant they were all wearing the signature baseball shirt designed way back in the 80's. 

"Can't we just get a glimpse of the new campaign, or-or even a hint?" Ryan pleaded with his hands laced together and a poor attempt of a puppy dog face. Joan's nose scrunched up in distaste at the look. "Come on."

"At least tell us the monsters! The version! Or-!"

"Who's the antagonist? Is there multiple? Will the Tarrasque come back-!"

"Is it a fresh new map that I can draw out?! I've got a great idea for-!"

"Are we doing ocean this time?! I reall-!"

"No! No!" Joan shook her head violently, the metal hanging on her ears clinking together and the group paused their shouts as the girl shoved her hands over her ears and blocked them out. Once she was sure they were done pestering, she carefully removed her hands, ready to throw them back on in a moments notice. "I told you guys we'll talk about it tonight at Hellfire!" 

The Hellfire club was one of the few clubs that stayed active since the early 80's and would frequently come close to dying out until some weirdos like the ones who wore the shirt proudly in that moment stepped in to fill up the table once again. It was the black sheep of the school coming together to unify, from lonely cheerleader to Cyber Team loser, they were all equals when it came to DnD.

Joan was a tough DM - having learned from the best before her - but the way her brain seemed to never quite turn off properly made campaigns the most fun anyone ever had. It was impressive to watch her deepen her voice into that of a strong yet dumb ogre of the swamps or lift it up with a heavy accent like she was a forest fairy, dainty and fragile with a hint of foreign something they could never name.

Stubborn, crazy, but above all fiercely loyal and protective of her friends, Joan was a force of nature known to bruise her own knuckles on anyone who thought they could get away with messing with any of her children.

Later in the afternoon, she stared from the DM seat over at her friends filling the table with happy chats, a small smile filled her face and she stilled. For one happy moment the electricity stopped coursing through her veins and the beating in her heart smoothed to a near normal beat, and she sighed quietly.

If she belonged anywhere it was here with her friends after school in a near empty building, her notebook out in front of her, more dies then needed out on the table, and boxes of pizza half-hazardly thrown around the theatre room.

"Alright, my flesh bags, let us-!"

Joan was cut off by flickering lights and she frowned, the electric feeling flowing through her faster than ever. Nervously, she licked her lips when the lights didn't quit flashing and looked around at the scared faces in front of her.

'"I-it's probably just some f-faulty bulbs, guys. It's a shitty old school." Joan tried to be the voice of reason as eyes looked towards her as the leader. She felt a hitch in her throat - she was only 17, not even an adult yet, why were they looking at her?! - and cleared it away. "Look, they're some lanterns in the cabinet over there from some stupid play. We can get those and-."

Screams cut her off as the door to the theater slammed open loudly, the club members scrambling out of their seats to get far, far away from the opened door. The lights flickered faster and a breezed flew down Joan's spine as she carefully got up with narrowing eyes at the newcomer.

"Kaleigh?" Joan asked slowly, taking a step towards the freshman and examine the girl. Kaleigh seemed to be looking through her instead of at her with muddy bare feet and unbearably wide eyes. "Jesus, 'Leigh! Your nose is bleeding!"

Kaleigh didn't answer, instead stepping into the room and walking slowly towards Joan whose frown deepened with every step. Eventually the feeling of danger passed through her mind and Joan started taking a step back with every step forward.

"Kaleigh? Dude, chill out. I-If this is about you dying in the last campaign, I promise this one is a lot nice- oh shit!" Joan cried out dodging the table that flew her way like magic. Her eyes followed the table as it crashed into the far theater wall and then snapped back to Kaleigh who continued her trek. "Yo, freshmeat! Wake up, it's me, Joan! Maybe you should have been a wizar- fuck!"

Joan was thrown up against the wall next to the table, the feeling of breathing leaving her as soon as her back slammed against the wall, and she stared hopelessly down at the tiny girl in front of her while clawing at her own throat.

There were no other words, no explanations nor goodbyes, only Kaleigh's head jerking up and Joan's world went black. Her last thoughts bouncing around like an echo. 

Knew s-she was a fucking wizard.