#n. wheeler by powder

[powderblueblood]

please do something with nancy wheelr i miss my baby

-🧞‍♀️

SAVE ME FROM WHAT I WANT - nancy wheeler

author's note: my beautiful jean genie anon, i love you so much for asking for this and i hope to god you like it. this honestly maybe might be a prologue to something bigger i'm toying around with (spot the references l o l) but-- let's just get into it, shall we??? content warning: nancy wheeler being semi in denial about her sexuality, nancy wheeler is a lesbian, mentions of pussy eatin but no actual pussy eatin, references to complicated stancy and jancy, mention of parent illness, a little angst and a little fluff word count: 1.7k

The first time Nancy Wheeler kissed a girl was not a light bulb moment.

There were no choirs of angels singing, no great and fantastic revelation about who she is. 

Because it’s not like she hadn’t thought about it before.

Nancy, a student of the human scene, has entertained the curiosity the same way one might like, want to see what happens when they throw a watermelon off the top of an eleven story building. The fall and the impact will surely be thrilling, but then there’s the cleanup. Did you know it’s illegal to throw watermelons off buildings in most US states? So theoretically, if she were to throw the watermelon, she could always toss and run. But then she’d have to live with the guilt of not going back and owning up to her mess. It could have really hurt someone. Maybe it did! 

But the temptation to throw is still there. 

Anyway, she doesn’t think about it that much. So it’s fine. 

She only thought about it when her feminist lit professor paused at her desk, returning the paper she’d written about Gloria Steinem infiltrating the Playboy Club. Professor Gonzalez, who Nancy can’t quite bring herself to call Flo despite her insistence, has sleek black hair that tumbles over her shoulder like dark and deadly sand through an hourglass. It fell in a sheet then too, almost hitting Nancy in the face as Flo told her, “This is great. I know Gloria, and she would totally love this.” 

Despite Nancy’s best friend derisively protesting that Professor Gonzalez does not know Gloria, are you shitting me, Nancy entertains daydreams where she and Flo and Gloria Steinem meet up in a dark bar for a gorgeous, stimulating meeting of the minds. In some versions, Flo goes home first, leaving Nancy and Gloria alone. In other versions, the versions that throw heat on Nancy’s cheeks even just thinking about them, Gloria goes home first and Nancy and Flo are staring at each other through the brine-heavy buzz of dirty martinis. 

Nancy doesn’t even like dirty martinis. 

She discovered this at some dorm get together or another, where one of her similarly-affected-by-pretentiousness coursemates attempted to mix them. Badly, she assumed, because they tasted like crap. She winced on every sip. 

“Someone once told me these were supposed to taste like pussy,” her best friend had said from the common area couch, to which Nancy had snorted, Jesus!, a little gin and vermouth and brine coming out of her nose. 

“And?” That came from a girl in a smart ponytail, who was wearing smart suit slacks and a smart sweater in ultra smart, muted colors. She had taken a seat next to Nancy on the floor by the fire, and Nancy found herself awkwardly adjusting her off-the-shoulder sweatshirt. She should have dressed up for this, right? But these common room salons were always happening, and it felt like it was so hard to gauge the dress code. 

“How does that flavor profile match up?” 

Nancy realized that the low tone this girl was speaking in wasn’t meant for the room. It wasn’t even meant for her best friend, who’d posed the question. It was just meant for her. 

Ah, Nancy mouthed. “Um. I don’t know. I’ve never… tried it.”

Oh, the girl mouthed back, her head cocked toward her shoulder. “Maybe you should think about expanding your palate.” 

Nancy’s stomach had jumped and she had drunk the rest of her shitty martini way too fast. By the time she had figured it was time to head to bed, her head felt like it was floating a couple of inches above her neck, and she was hand-in-hand with the smart girl from the fire. 

Back slumping against the door in a clumsy stumble. Nancy giggled. The girl, who said her name was Sal, which Nancy thought was very glamorous, leaned against the door next to her. 

“I wish I dressed like you,” Nancy said, reaching out to finger the arm of her sweater. Cashmere. Something expensive. People were always wearing expensive things here. They looked so grown-up, so continental, compared to Nancy’s department store skirts and pastel shades. 

“We can swap outfits,” Sal hummed, the words coming from low in her throat as she tilted her head towards Nancy’s, “if your roommate isn’t home.”

Nancy Wheeler, even four crapshoot dirty martinis in, is not obtuse. Seeing double might make it a quadruple entendre, but she still knows one when she hears it. 

“I… have a boyfriend,” she’d whispered, almost into Sal’s mouth. That was, at the time, only half true. She and Steve were still navigating long distance in a post-Jonathan-breakup world. It wasn’t perfect yet, so no promises were made. But history weighed heavy on them.

Sal reached out to pluck at Nancy’s old sweatshirt, the one she’d cut the neck out of to make it drape around her shoulders like Jennifer Beals in Flashdance. It was a comfort thing, an old blanket, a teddy bear. “A Hawkins Tiger, no doubt?”

“Used to be.” 

“And what does a Hawkins Tiger know about pussy?” This, Sal had whispered into the shell of her ear, arm tightening around her waist. Her lips met that spot of skin behind Nancy’s ears that she liked to have touched, how did Sal know that. Giggling lowly, Nancy tilted her head to meet Sal’s lips, the kiss so small and so delicate that it hardly felt like launching anything at all. No great pull, no absolute passionate urgency. 

Suddenly, as Sal flushed her chest against Nancy’s and deepened the kiss, she had a vision of splattered watermelon. 

Projectiles are so dangerous. 

“They know… more than you’d think,” Nancy said, and smiled, and slipped away from Sal and into the darkness of her bedroom. 

Better to be safe than sorry. 

The second time Nancy kissed a girl, she didn’t even look like herself. 

She had come stomping into her best friend’s off-campus apartment (this girl being one year her senior) with her makeup kit in hand, like she was cashing in a makeover coupon that was about to expire. “Please, help me out here. I need to– it needs to be different this time.”

Now, that statement could have meant anything; it being New Years Eve, which they were about to celebrate, it being the most recent iteration of her breakup with Steve, it being her entire vision of herself. 

Nancy was fashioned into a vixen of epically out-of-her skin proportions, but she loved it. And maybe it was the bottle of cheap champagne they’d indulged in while getting ready, but she couldn’t quit gazing at her sparkling sapphire eyelids, the dress with chains for straps draping over her lithe little frame, the body waves her perm had been gelled into. She felt so far away from the hardheaded provincial do-gooder she’d admonished herself for being, a tiny bumpkin of a fish in the humongous, rushing, risque pond of college life. She felt alive and mischievous, like a nymph, her blood sparkling in her veins like the bubbles in her coupe.  

She and her best friend set off out to a party, shivering against the sub-zero temperatures and whooping like hyenas all the way there. Arms linked, sharing what little body heat they had, their mood soon flatlined as they settled into the festivities– average college fare, you know, with all of their other friends already paired off for their New Years’ kisses. They were the only two single people there, it seemed– she, recently liberated and her best friend, taking her seasonal sabbatical from mistletoe-themed hookups. It reminds her too much of a boy she knew in high school, though she’d never admit that. 

But Nancy knows. And Nancy loves her, despite the collegiate wild streak that has alienated her a little bit. And Nancy wanted to show her as much. 

Before the countdown even began, Nancy entwined their glitter painted fingers and said, “Hey! Promise me something?”

“Anything, Pants.” 

“Promise me we’ll always be as fun as we are right now,” she said, beaming. “Promise that no matter what happens, we’ll never lose it.” 

Aw! her best friend had mouthed, and took Nancy’s heart-shaped face in her hands. She leaned in, lips pulling Nancy’s in. Like tulip petals, Nancy had thought, but hadn’t exactly known why. They kissed and kissed, as the countdown raged and the ball dropped into sparkling smithereens. And as she felt her best friend’s tongue try and brace against her lips, Nancy pulled away. They stood together, forehead-to-forehead, giggling again. 

When their bubbles finally flattened, they spent the rest of the night and much of the morning talking about what life would be like if they could be together– because as much as Nancy loved her, and as fun as kissing her was, it was no watermelon. “It was a gas,” her best friend said, in that Fitzgeraldian way she had about her. 

They would celebrate the anniversary of what could have been, if they only worked out every year after.

Her first year out of college, Nancy spent her nights praying for a thrill. Six months filled with pulling doubles at a college bar in Indianapolis, hospital rooms, speaking to doctors when her mother couldn’t, fighting against her brother’s sullen silences and explaining to her sister what remission meant. Misery metastasized into monotony. She started staring down watermelons at the market. 

And she knows that’s a terrible thing to say and think, but it’s true. Even with all the support she had from Steve, who never knew exactly what to do when she’d report on her father’s diminishing health with the cadence of a newscaster, or even the help she was getting from Eddie, who took her on as a roommate in his shithole apartment. He got her a job in that divey college bar so she could be closer to her family as they all fell apart, shuttling her back and forth to Hawkins in his van. He was a better sibling to Mike than she ever was, she thought. Mike certainly seemed to like him more. 

The first time Nancy Wheeler realizes she really, really, really wants to kiss a girl, she stinks of fryer grease and spilled beer. And she should have expected it.

Expected to see her, anyway. 

Steve had told her about it weeks ago, but she had smoked half a joint of Eddie’s without telling either of them and zoned out. Very unlike the Nancy Wheeler that Hawkins had once known. 

She should have expected to see her, but here she is. Like a shock to the system, a last alarm. Nervous hands curved around a glass of Pilsner. Baseball cap on backwards. Cheeks ruddy with the chill of the city. 

“Oh! Hey– hi, Robin.”

[skyfallslayer]

Should We Stay or Should We Go? || Chapter Two

-A ST Rewrite Feat. Steve Harrington x Henderson!OFC-

Main Masterlist || Series Masterlist

🎲Summary: On the night of November 6th, 1983, Stephanie Henderson decided to walk her little brother’s friend, Will, back home. However… they never arrive. Now, Dustin, Mike and Lucas, and soon the exception of the girl’s ex-best friend, Steve, must band together to find out what happened. Meanwhile, Steph and Will must fight for their survival in this nightmarish version of Hawkins, Indiana.

🎲Chapter Summary: Lucas, Mike and Dustin try to talk to the girl they found in the woods; And Hopper questions an anxious Joyce about an unsettling phone call; Steph and Will must continue to survive; And Steve’s eyes get opened in a way he never saw coming.

🎲Pairings: Will x Platonic!OFC; Dustin x Sister!OC; Slow burn! Steve x Henderson!OFC (Ex-bestfriends to Lovers); Slow burn! Byler

🎲Rating: Teen-Mature

🎲Word Count: 11,024 (Oh, my lord)

🎲Date: 5/16/24

🎲Warnings: Angst; Swearing; Implied Broken Friendship; Talks of Kidnapping; Mental Strain/Breaking Down; Implying Sex; Lying; Implied Suicide; Death/Killing; Talks of Corpses; Blood; Gun Use; Steve's 'Asshole Era. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

(And let me know if I missed anything)

🎲A/N: Jesus. This was a tough one to write and edit (Hopefully I didn't make too many mistakes). But, geez. Writing different POVs, everyone's thought was a tough one. But hopefully y'all can understand 😅. Also, I am NOT a D&D player, so some of lore just comes straight from the wiki. Hopefully that's reliable enough. Anyway, sorry for the delay. Enjoy!

|| THE NIGHT BEFORE || 

“What the fuck are you?!” Will heard her scream as the creature tried to outmatch her. The light above them grew brighter and brighter, and he squeezed his eyes shut while gripping her jacket tighter. He prayed this was just another nightmare. Maybe… Maybe he’s getting his wish when he hears the silence. Does he dare open his eyes and see the truth?

He’s scared, trembling, and it heightens when he hears the girl heaving for air. So much so he clenches his grip on the fabric tighter, the strange smelling air going through his nostrils causing him to gasp himself. When his eyes snapped open is when his coughing fit started.

He hears his name being called, and hands coming around his shoulders. He almost jerks away, afraid, until his orbs settle on the silhouette before him. 

“S-Steph?” He croaked, a sense of relief flooding his veins. “What just happened?” He could see the confusion on her face, looking around for clues. He followed her eyes, nose crinkling at the sight. “We’re still in the shed. But it’s… gross.”

She swallows. “Stay behind me.” She tells him, and guides herself through the door. They both shivered at the sudden drop in temperature. “Jesus, It’s freezing.”

Will and her looked around, the outside world seemed to be encased in a blue hue, the places around seemed to be tangled with vines and covered in something sticky. There was also a white powder that looked like snow, raining down from the dark skies above. A sky that didn’t even have moonlight like it did a few minutes ago.

“Did you hit your head when we crashed?” She asked after getting his attention away from the sky. 

He shakes his head, almost sadly. If that had both just hit their heads, would the situation have been better? He frowns, worriedly thinking away as the older girl tries to stay calm.

“Come on.” She says, gesturing to him to follow. “Let’s go inside. I want to see something.”

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

|| PRESENT || 

The rain was coming down more intensely than before, followed by the grumbling of thunder and lightning. Somehow, miraculously, the boys, mostly Wheeler, managed to convince the strange girl they found in the woods to return home with them, and hid her in the basement.

“Is there a number we can call for your parents?” Mike asked, worriedly as the girl looked between the three boys, all scared and confused.

“Where’s your hair? Do you have cancer?” Dustin spitted out, genuinely curious.

“Did you run away?” Lucas asked, skeptical. 

“Are you in some kind of trouble?” Mike says, just as his friend questions a red sustain on her shirt. He slaps his hand away quickly. “Stop it! You’re freaking her out!”

“She’s freaking me out!”

“I bet she’s deaf.” Dustin suggested, before taking a quick half step and smacking his hands together. The sound makes the girl flinch, and he frowns apologetically. “Not deaf.”

“That’s enough, all right? She’s just scared and cold.” Mike said, silencing the two before running over to the laundry basket and grabbing some clothes. “Here, these are clean. Okay?”

The girl takes them, taking a second to be grateful before she starts stripping– The boys freak out, Mike running up to stop her while the other two look away. 

“See over there?” He points. “Th-That’s the bathroom. Privacy. Get it?” She nods and he shows her inside. Just when he was about to shut it behind him, she grabs it forcibly. “You don’t want it closed?”

“No.” She finally says, surprising him.

“Oh, so you can speak. Okay, well… Um, how about we just keep the door…” He slowly moves it until there’s about three inches of space. “Just like this. Is that better?”

“Yes.”

Mike smiles and leaves her be, rejoining the group who were having a conversation of their own.

“This is mental.” Dustin said, freaking out.

“At least she can talk.” Mike points out, with Lucas shaking his head, replying,

“She said ‘no’ and ‘yes’. Your three-year-old sister says more.”

“She tried to get naked.” Dustin adds.

“There’s something seriously wrong with her.” Lucas said, touching his temple. “Like, wrong in the head.”

“She just went like…” The Henderson boy makes a motion of taking off shirt (and even knocked his own hat off his head).

“I bet she escaped from Pennhurst.”

“From where?” Mike said, eyebrow raised.

“The nuthouse in Kerley County.” 

“You got a lot of family there?” Dustin teased, getting a dirty look. 

“Bite me. Seriously though, think about it. That would explain her shaved hair and why she’s so crazy.”

“Why she went like…” He does the shirt motion again. In his mind this was helping him and Lucas’ case.

“‘She’s an escapee’ is the point. She’s probably a psycho.”

“Like Michael Myers.”

“Exactly! We should’ve never brought her here.”

“So you just wanted to leave her out in that storm?” Mike asks, irritated. 

“Yes! We went out to find Will–” 

“And Phanie.” Dustin pressures. 

“And Steph – not another problem!” Lucas agrees.

“I think we should tell your mom.”

“I second that.”

Mike holds his hand up. “Who’s crazy now?” 

“How is that crazy?” Lucas scoffed.

“‘Cause, we weren’t supposed to be out tonight, remember?”

“So?”

“So if I tell my mom and she tells your mom and your mom–”

Dustin’s eyes widened. “Oh, man.”

“Our houses become Alcatraz.” Lucas frowns.

“Exactly. We’ll never find Will, or Steph.” Mike says, seeing Dustin make the shirt motion once more, silently asking the question about the girl. “All right, here’s the plan. She sleeps here tonight.”

Henderson perked up again. “You’re letting a girl–” 

“Just listen! In the morning, she sneaks around my house, goes to the front door and rings my doorbell. My mom will answer and know exactly what to do. She’ll send her back to Pennhurst or wherever she comes from. We’ll be totally in the clear. And tomorrow night, we go back out. And this time, we find Will and Stephanie.”

Lucas and Dustin share a look, until one of them finally shrugged. “I guess that works.”  

“Great. We’ll start again tomorrow. Goodnight, guys.” Mike bid them as he went off to start making the mysterious girl a place to rest.

“This is crazy, man.” Lucas said, once they had snuck back out. “What the hell is Mike even thinking?”

“I don’t know. Do you think his plan will really work?” Dustin asked, as they headed over to where their bikes were hidden.

“I’m giving it less than a fifty percent chance of success.” He sighs. “I better get home.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“Hey, don’t look so sad.” He pats his curly haired friend on the back. “We’ll find them.”

“I just want my sister back. You have no idea.”

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

In the following morning, in the Byers house, the eldest seemingly was keeping it together, making the morning meal like he always does and hoping his worrying mother would have just a bite. 

“All right, Mom. Breakfast is ready.” Jonathan said, while placing the plate down in front of her, her thoughts being interrupted. 

“What?” His mother said, before moving some papers. “No, be careful of the poster.”

“Yeah, okay. All right–”

“I can’t eat.”

“I just need you to eat, Mom.”

“Listen, listen. The Xerox place opens in, like…” She looks down at her watch. “30 minutes–”

“Mom–”

“And I don’t want you to go alone–”

“No, I know. I told you, I got it.”

“So I’m gonna have Karen take you, ‘cause I should be here.” She gestures around, all jittery. “Claudia will meet you there, b-but if she’s not, she’ll reimburse us for the copies of Stephanie, I–”

He shakes his head with understanding. “Okay.”

“We need to make, what, 200, 300 copies?” He nods again. “How much is a copy?”

“Mom?”

“Ten cents?”

“Mom?” 

“If we– ten cents”

“Mom, Mom!” Jonathan stops her from counting the cash she had laid out, and squeezes her shoulder with her other hang to calm her. “Y-You can’t get like this, okay?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Joyce replies, taking a shaky inhale of nicotine. 

“No, it’s okay.” He reassures her softly, just before someone comes knocking on their door. The mother rushed over with her son on her tail, busting the door wide open for the exhausted police officer. 

“We’ve been waiting six hours.” 

“I know, I came as soon as I could.” Hopper replies, nearly dead on his feet.

“Six hours.”

“A little bit of trust here, all right?” He slides his hat off. “We’ve been searching all night, went all the way to Cartersville.”

“And?”

“Nothing.”

Joyce made a choking sound and looked away. “God…”

Hopper frowns, sadly. “Flo says you got a phone call?”

“Oh, yeah.” Joyce nods and shows him their phone. 

He picks it, examining the speaker part of it which was charded black. “Storm barbecued this pretty good.”

She took a step back in surprise. “The storm?”

Hopper looked at her like she had two heads. “What else?”

“You’re saying that that’s not weird?”

“No, it’s weird.”

“Can we, like, trace who made the call? Contact the–”

“No, it doesn’t work like that.” He shakes his head, and then looks at her with all seriousness. “Now, uh, you’re sure it was Will? Because Flo said you just heard some breathing.”

“No. It was him, it was Will... and h-he was scared. And then something–”

“It was probably just a prank call. It was somebody trying to scare you.”

“Who would do that?” Joyce questioned, face full of confusion and sickness.

“Well, this thing’s been on TV. It brings out all the crazies, you know. False leads, prank calls, uh–”

“No, Hopper, it was not a prank. It was him.”

“Joyce.” He begins, as she denies him again

“Come on, how about a little trust here?” She laughs dryly. “What, you think I’m– I’m making this up?”

“I’m not saying that you’re making it up.” Hopper looks at her with concern again. “All I’m saying is it’s an emotional time for you.”

“And you think I don’t know my own son’s breathing?”

“Joyce–”

“Hopper, my son’s missing. A-And not only that, someone else’s daughter is missing.” She nervously takes a puff of her cigarette. “And you know what the mess up part about that is? Stephanie didn’t have to! She didn’t have to be the sweetheart she is and take my son home. She could have just drove past him, but she didn’t! She didn’t, Hop. And now I have to live with the thought that I made someone else’s kid go missing because I. Was. Working!” 

She ends with an emotional sigh, tightening the heavy tension it the room. Jonathan worriedly looking at his mother before, locking eyes with the police chief who was trying to find the right words to say.

“You hear from, uh, Lonnie yet?” Hopper asked after the small silence.

“No.”

“It’s been long enough.” He puts his hat back on. “I’m having him checked out.”

“Oh, come on!” She sighs loudly, watching him leave. “You’re wasting your time.” Then the door shuts, and rubs her temple. “Jesus. He never listens!”

Jonathan ponders for a moment, before asking, “Mom, how likely is it that Will would actually go to Lonnie’s?”

“I…” Joyce runs a hand through her messy locks. “It’s possible, but he lives a long, long way. Especially on foot. But… I don’t– maybe he would! I…” She sighs again, overwhelmed. “However, I don’t think he would have gone with Stephanie. He’s… W-Will knows your father’s not the best man, and Will, you know, has that heart of gold.”

That got a chuckle out of both of them. “Yeah.”

“I don’t think Will would have risked Stephanie like that.” She shakes her head. “No. She’s an older kid, and older sister. As much as this sounds messed up, she would have done anything to make sure Will was safe. I know it. So… my question is…” She locks eyes with her son. “What would a girl her age think is a safe place for a young boy?”

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

|| TWO NIGHTS AGO ||

Stephanie flipped the lightswitch on in the kitchen out of curiosity, but finds herself still submerged in darkness. “Just what I thought. There’s no light.” She says with a frown.

“The flash of light we saw–” Will looks up at her. “Do you think it was a power outage?” 

“I don’t think there’s light here, I mean-” She starts walking around, rubbing her shaking hands together. “Look at this place. I don’t think we’re in Hawkins anymore.” She shivers just a smidge. “At least it’s a little warmer inside here.” Then she hears a distressful sound. “Will?”

The boy was pale, pupils blown wide and had a small tremble. “W-What do you m-mean we’re not in Hawkins anymore?” He asked, lip quivering with a slight pant. “B-But th-this looks like my house. D-Did w-we get taken somewhere else? Can we even g-go home? I–”

“Shit… Will–” She rushes over, hands coming up to his shoulders while she gets on one knee. “Will? Hey, bud, listen– hey.” She makes sure his gaze meets hers. “Don’t freak out. I know it’s scary, but we’re going to figure this out. Once we do, I’m going to get us home, I promise.”

The boy sniffles into his shoulder, fighting back tears. “You promise?”

“I promise.” She says it without realizing the fate of those words.

He swallows and extends out a certain finger. “Pinky promise?”

Her breath was nearly taken away by that certain question, taking her far back into a distant memory. But… like hell she’s going to let that memory change her judgment. She interlocks hers with his and repeats, “Pinky promise.”

That got him to crack a smile. “So, what next?” He asks, making her rack her brain for a plan.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

|| PRESENT DAY ||

He woke up again to his cat’s crying. The young Henderson frowns, heart clenching at how Mews was wondering where his sister was at. For the urban legend of how cats had no emotions, he’s certainly not seeing it. He rubbed his eyes and wandered aimlessly around, the thought of calling sick into school was still fresh in his mind. Should he? I mean it made sense, and it wasn’t like the school won’t understand, so….

Was that a yes?

He walked through the hallway, curls in his eyes as slows in front of his sister’s bedroom. His cat locked eyes with him, sadness and confusion filled the slitted pupils. Mews meows again.

“She’s not back yet.” Dustin says, getting a chirp. “We’re trying. She’ll be back soon.” He starts walking away, hearing him make a sad sound once more. 

“Dusty-bun, I’m going to make some posters.” Claudia said, who were gathering her belongings by the door. “I left you breakfast on the stove.”

His nervous fingers gripped his t-shirt as he tried not to sound so down. “Hey, Mom?” Her eyes meet his gaze. “Is it okay if I… stay home today?”

Claudia’s face softens bittersweetly. “Of course you can, sweety. If you leave the house for whatever reason, just leave me a note where you’re going, that’s all I ask.” She gives him a kiss on his hairline, and is one foot out the door before adding, “Oh! And be back before dark. Okay? Your Mama doesn’t need to worry about another kid.”

“Can do.”

He watches her smile and closes the door, locking it. He frowns at that action, I mean they’ve never locked their door before, and now it was becoming second nature. He was even surprised she told him he could leave the house. Or… did she not expect him to leave this place in the state he’s in? Sounds like something she would do.

He sighs and heads for the kitchen to make himself a plate. He didn’t have much of an appetite, really, but he didn’t want to hurt his mother’s feelings or make her beg for him to eat – he didn’t want to call ‘pot kettle black’ since he was the one that had to convince his mourning mother to eat last night. But it was hard, his fork just picking at the food, cutting it into smaller pieces to stare at before dropping his utensil onto the plate.

Steph… His fingers dug into his pocket and pulled the gold chain out, letting it sprawl out in his palm. He stares at it intensely, thinking. Come on, Sis, give me a sign. What happened to you and Will? What caused you to go off road and run? Run with Will’s shotgun out of all things?

What had got her so scared that they needed a weapon to protect themselves? Both her and Will were the last two people that would resort in violence, so the fact that they decided to arm themselves with a weapon tells him that something sinister was up.

But what? Dustin lays the necklace down next to him, pretending that she was here to eat with him like she always does, before deciding it was time to munch on what was left on his plate.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Hopper struggles to keep his mind clear after that conversation with Joyce. His thought always going back to this particular moment:

.

““Stephanie didn’t have to! She didn’t have to be the sweetheart she is and take my son home. She could have just drove past him, but she didn’t! She didn’t, Hop. And now I have to live with the thought that I made someone else’s kid go missing because I. Was. Working!””

.

Of course the woman felt guilty about everything. I mean, your kid goes missing, who else are you going to blame other than yourself? But she also was chipping away at the idea it was her fault that that poor girl was missing too. Blames herself for working later than usual, and wasn’t the one to come across her own son on the road and pick him up. That’s a lot of guilt for someone who’s holding the family together on her own.

He listens to the volunteers shout the children’s names, hoping that they would shout back. Hopper wishes that too. He prays that one of them would yell back for help and get this nightmare over with.

“Hey!” He shouts at the two officers. “Anything?”

Callahan shakes his head. “You?”

“No, nothing but a dead phone.”

“Joyce?”

Hopper nods. “About one step from falling off the edge.”

“She’s been a few steps for a while now, hasn’t she?” Powell asked, as he’s met with a stern glare. 

“Kid’s missing, man. Show a little class.” Hopper snaps, making them avert their eyes.

“All right…”

He exhales and takes off with the rest of the group, shouting, “Come on, let’s go! We got a lot of ground to cover.” He keeps his fingers crossed that this would be it. That this would be the search that brings them home.

For their mothers' sake.

For his sake.

For every goddamn person out of here’s sake. 

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

|| THE NIGHT BEFORE ||

Stephanie shifted through the last cabinet and frowns. “Well, we can’t cook anything because there’s no electricity. But we can eat the dry goods. Unless we can figure out how to start a fire” She sighs, and wrinkles her nose. I mean, they can go a few days without eating if they didn’t want to touch the box of crackers covered in goo. But water? How were they supposed to have water if the faucet comes out with something they probably shouldn’t drink.

She rubs her temples, thinking. “I guess we’re going to have to look for some bottled stuff to drink.” She makes contact with the boy who just entered the room. “How you feeling?”

“Fine. I got a bit of a chill, but we can still grab clothes out of the closets if we need it.” Will replies, hugging his walkie talkie close.

“And the call?”

“Nothing. I mean I could hardly ever get reception over here anyway, so maybe we can try finding a different spot.”

“That wouldn’t be a bad idea." She says with a sigh. “Where’s the shotgun?”

“Oh, uh– Mom’s room.” He points behind him.

“Alright, maybe I’ll take a peek outside. If it seems clear, maybe we can try to find some reception.” 

Stephanie leaves the room with Will looking back at his walkie. He had to remain strong, hopeful. He has to get through to someone. His friends, his family, one of them has to be able–

Wait.

Was he hearing things? Was his mind playing tricks?

His eyes trail to his living room where he swears he heard someone talking. It was faint, but you can’t miss it. 

It sounds like… His chest tightens at a thought, his brown orbs blown wide as he looks at the yellow phone on the wall. It was probably hopeless, stupid even, I mean… the damn thing didn’t work when Stephanie tried to call for help when they were being chased. But that was the real world, this was… fake? Maybe it different, maybe it’s—

Oh, shit.

Maybe he’s just grasping at straws at this point and hopes it turns out okay.

His fingers latch around the phone, pulling it off the receiver and dials his home’s number, praying with all his might that this ridiculous idea would actually work. 

Come on, come on, come on, come on, com–

Oh, he felt like crying when someone picked up.

[ ‘Hello?’ ]

His mother’s voice broke through and poke him in the heart. He couldn’t breath as relief washed over him like a storm.

[ ‘Hello? Lonnie? Hopper? Who is this?’ ]

Say something, say something, say something– His lip quivers as he swallows. “M-Mom?” He can’t wait till Steph hears about this. “M-Mom, I-It’s me.” 

She can hear me right? She has to. 

[ ‘Will? Will? It’s Will!’ ]

[ ‘Mom, it’s Will?’ ]

He could cry upon hearing the second voice. “J-Jonathan? Mom? M-Me and Stephanie are tr-trap in some weird place! I-I don’t know what t-to–”

Then he was cut off by the dreadful sound of the monster. Will watched as its claws wrapped around the corner, almost like it was pulling itself into the kitchen. He doesn’t even know where it came from. He didn’t even hear it freaking come in! 

He froze on sight, his mother shouting something he couldn’t make out as the beast with no eyes looked directly at him. He wanted to scream but it was stuck in his throat. Is this how he was going to die? Die by listening to his mother’s pleas to answer her?

It shrieked and seemed to get bigger, ready to strike him down before it took a bullet to the face. The shot made it fall against the wall, and Will drops the fried phone and backs himself away. Stephanie looked half scared to death too as she cocks the shotgun again and fires one more when it stands up, sending it flying to the living room. As quickly as her buckling knees could hold her, she rushes over to Will, pulling him behind her as she aims the barrel into the direction the beast was. Shaking intensely, she carefully peeks around the corner to find that it had completely vanished like it did earlier. She gasps in shock before sliding to the ground herself, mentally drained.

“Steph!!” Will calls out with worry. He could see her eyes glassing over, her skin becoming paler as she shouts, 

“Where the fuck are we?!” 

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

|| PRESENT DAY || 

Steve strolls into school, head in the clouds, and an aching feeling in the pit of his stomach. His sleep went to complete shit after the conversation with his girlfriend last night. He still doesn’t understand why it was affecting him so much. It’s not like him and Steph hung out anymore. So why is he losing sleep over this?

You’re not even friends anymore, Harrington. He mentally slaps himself. Get your shit together– 

“Boo!” Tommy yelled, jumping out from behind the corner, startling him.

“Jesus, Hagan.” Steve said, holding his chest while the other teen laughed.

“That was so easy.”

“So–” Carol’s arm snakes around him with a grin. “Did you tell your little girlfriend about your party?” 

“I-I… not yet.” 

“What? You didn’t tell her at her house yesterday?” 

“N-No. Never got the chance to.”

“What?!” Tommy scoffs. “Stealthy Stevie didn’t get to use his skills last night?” Him and his girlfriend laughed, but then grew quiet seeing how distant the King was being. “What the fuck’s going on with you, man?”

“Um…” Steve’s gaze gets caught onto someone else, spotting a certain person posting a certain flier up on the bulletin board. He swallows, and masks a fake smile. “You guys go ahead to class. I got to grab something out of my locker.”

“Oh, we can go with you.” Carol begins, trying to follow him but he shakes them off.

“No, no. Go ahead. I’ll meet you there.” Steve ignores the strange looks they gave him before walking away. Deciding this was the ‘only’ way, he rushes over to the oldest Byers kid, ‘accidently’ pushing his shoulder into his, knocking the papers out of his hand while he was leaving. He scoffs, while saying, “Watch where you’re going!” 

Jonathan says nothing as he bends over to collect the rest, oblivious to the other teenager sliding a paper away with his foot. Once he leaves, Steve retrieves the flier from under his shoe, reading it over.  

  HAVE YOU SEEN ME? Stephanie Henderson Age 16, 5’4” Brown Hair, Blue Eyes, 110lbs. Last seen wearing a brown work uniform, black jacket, white sneakers, and a baseball cap. Reach out to Claudia Henderson or Joyce Byers at #### or #### 

Steve stares with a distant look in his eyes, thumb brushing over her picture. Such a gentle smile for a gentle person. God… why did they have to use that picture? It was right before he–

He frowns, throwing his head back. 

Fuck… 

What the hell was he supposed to do now?

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Back at the Wheeler’s house, Mike decided to stay home, his parents totally unaware of him doing so. He showed the new girl around his place, acting a bit giggly when they finally got to his room. He was so excited to show off his action figures, and comic books, and anything else that he holds close to his heart. He didn’t even realize she was starting to wander off to where a collection of trophies were. Her brown eyes grew with fascination by them.

“Oh, these are all my science fair trophies. We got first every year.” Mike’s smile drops just a tad. “Except for last year when we got third. Mr. Clarke said it was totally political.”

Yeah, it totally was that. He expected some kind of reaction from her, except for the one where her eyes widened and she slowly pointed to the picture of Will in their fair picture together.

Mike perked up, hopeful. “You know Will? Did you see him? Last Night? On the road? Did–” He pauses. “Hang on a sec.” Maybe he’s getting his hopes up as he grabs another photo after shifting around in his drawer. It was a picture of his friends’ families at the lake, posing nicely for the camera. 

He points to the girl in the right hand corner. “This is Stephanie. She’s his sister.” He points to Dustin who’s hanging out behind her. “She supposedly gave Will a ride the night he disappeared, and we can’t find her either. Did you see her too?”

The girl studies Steph’s face, slowly the same reaction she had from seeing Will returned as she pointed again. “I–”

Her answer was cut short when they heard something from outside. Mike gets up quickly, peeking through his curtains to see his mother’s car pulling into the driveway. He pales.

“Shit.” He rushes to grab her by the hand and strings her along. “We gotta hide!”

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

|| HOURS BEFORE ||

Of course the eldest stayed awake for most of the night, the two of them tucked away in the far corner of Will’s room, her eyes trained on the door just in case that wretched monster appeared again. She kept a good grip on the shotgun, one foot planted on the ground for a quick pop up if needed. Adrenaline was pumping in her blood, she was fighting off her exhaustion and hunger, while a tune played on her dry lips.

“♪ Here we stand

Worlds apart, hearts broken in two. Two. Two

Sleepless nights.

Losing ground, I’m reaching for you. You. You

Feeling that it’s gone

Can’t change your mind

If we can’t go on

To survive–♪”

Will stirred beside her, his head resting on her shoulder that was starting to fall asleep, but she refused to jostle the kid. God knows he needs his rest. Well… so does she, but she’ll get around to that. 

Her mind wanders back to the conversation they had last night, the one where Will admitted he spoke to his mother on the phone. Shock wasn’t the right word, especially when she examined the phone that had been burnt black, and when asking again if he heard that right, the youngest Byers swears he did. 

Is there actually a way to communicate to… well… ‘our world’, I guess. She ponders on that thought, wondering if it’s possible to do so without frying your phone to death. Not to mention Will swears he heard people talking before calling his mother. Can we only communicate to the people we ‘hear’? 

She scolds herself. This hurts my head too much.

“♪ –The tide

Love divides

Someday, love will find you

Break those chains that bind you

One night will remind you

How we touched and went our separate ways

If he ever hurts you

True love won’t desert you

You know I still love you

Though we touched and went our separate ways– ♪”

Will stirred again, this time waking up slowly with a groan. “Was it a dream…?” He whispers, his eyes opening at a snail pace.

“I wish.” Steph says, sadly.

“Did you sleep okay?” He asks, rubbing his face.

Her heart skips a beat and a lie slips out. “Uh, yeah. It was fine.”

“That’s good.”

“We shouldn’t stay here.” She says, surprising him. “We should probably move around, maybe lose that monster for a while. And you’re probably hungry too, I know my mom keeps cans and bottled water down in our basement for emergencies. That should tie us over for a little while.”

“Is it even safe to go out?” He wonders, yet intrigued. He’ll admit… he is a bit famished. 

“I don’t know. But we got to try. Right?”

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

“Whoa, whoa. Careful, careful.” Hopper says as he snags his partner by the collar. “I need you alive for the next few days, at least.”

Callahan smirked and scoffed as he gestures to the Quarry below. “Oh, hell, I could survive that.” He said, making his superior laugh. “What? George Burness made the jump. And he was drunk as a skunk. He did it on a $10 bet.”

“George is a liar. You make that jump from this height, that water turns into cement. Hits you like a ton of bricks.” Hopper smacks his hands together. “Break every damn bone in your body.”

The youngster pondered on that for a second before shaking his head. “Nah.”

[ ‘Chief, you copy?’ ] 

Hopper grabs his walkie from his belt. “Yeah, Flo, talk to me.”

[ ‘Hey, Chief, we got a call from over at Benny’s. I think you need to get there right away.’ ]

And those were words he didn’t want to hear. So he and his team rushed over there as quickly as they could, and the first they were met with was the smell of a rotting corpse. 

“Ugh, Jesus!” Callahan said, covering his nose.

“Suicide?” Powell asked, after a moment of silence. 

Hopper hummed and stared in disbelief at the man laying on the table, pistol in hand and a bullet wound straight through the temple. There’s no way this can be real.

“Missing kid, suicide.” Callahan frowns. “You must feel like a big city cop again, huh, Chief? 

“Well, I mostly dealt with strangers back then.” Hopper replies, this particular moment he almost broke down. “Benny was my friend.”

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

|| HOURS BEFORE ||

Stephanie peeked outside before gesturing to Will to follow. The two of them had backpacks on that they found lying around, going to use them to fill up with anything they could find – But the task that lay ahead was going to be hard. The task was…

Walking back through Mirkwood to the Henderson home. 

No lights, just a few bullets to spare, and their pure will to survive (Or maybe it’s the fear that’s fueling that will).

“I don’t like this.” Will mutters, only a few minutes after they left the Byers’ driveway and down a few feet on the road. “What if that thing spawns in front of us again?”

“Then we shoot it and book it again. That’s all we can do now.” Steph replies, carefully looking around. But what if he’s right? What if thing actually just spawns out of thin air? Then there’s not telling where and when not to go.

He stays silent, shaking a tad as they make it further down the road. It took a hot minute for the older girl to notice this and stop briefly, the twelve year old’s eyes confused just as she held out her hand. Without missing a beat, his clammy hand takes it, squeezing it tight. She smiles just a tad, reminding her of Dustin before they started walking again.

She felt him hang on to dear life as they strolled into the darkest part of Mirkwood, the eeriness that was silence was making their hearts race. She came to a conclusion after facing the monster last night that she had to be the strong one here. She has to act like the older sister again, and remain calm, and to keep him safe.

I made a promise. I don’t know how to fulfill it just yet, but I’m going to get him out of here. Steph casts a glance down at him, the poor boy’s face looked so cold. Does hers look like that too?

She grins after a quick thought. “Hey–” His eyes locked with hers. “What does a ‘Ranger’ do in D&D? That one sounds intriguing to me.”

His face lights up. “You actually want to play D&D?”

“Hey, you suggested it, I might as well. So, the Ranger? What’s that like? The lore?”

“Well, Rangers are warriors that explore different civilizations, and they hunt down the deadliest of monsters. They’re trained in many different combat techniques, survival skills, and even some magic.”

“Magic? I like the sound of that.”

“They mostly reside in the forest, or anything ‘nature-y’.” 

She chuckles. “I don’t like the sound of that. What else? Aren’t there like… classes… or different types?

“Oh, yeah.” He nods. “I guess it depends on what you prefer. Do you want me to tell you?”

“I’m all ears.” Steph said, making a motion. I’m just glad he’s stopped shaking.

“Well, there’s a lot. The most common ones are ‘Beast Masters’, which are accompanied with an animal companion. Then there’s ‘Hunters’, which are mainly just professional assassins that take down monsters of all sorts. Now, even though all Rangers have the capability of taking monsters down, Hunters are strictly made just to do that.”

She hums. “Interesting.”

“Then there’s ‘Gloom Stalkers’, who live mostly in dark realms, and take down the shadowy beasts roaming the territory. They’re pretty good at ambushing their opponents.” He smiles. “Personally, I find that the coolest.”

“Well, I can see why. What else? Do Rangers get weapons?” 

“Of course! The most common is a two-blade or archery.”

“Archery sounds cool.”

“See, I agree. But I know Lucas always says it’s ‘stupid’, so–”

Steph shakes her head with a sigh. “Oh, well. I guess I’ll have to prove him wrong when I play.”

“So you are going to play with us!” Will said, joyfully, like you just told him Christmas was coming early.

“If that’s how I prove Lucas wrong, then so be it. So how does one newbie play D&D?” She asked, hopefully this will keep him occupied. At least I can keep him distracted until we get there.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

|| PRESENT ||

“Are you out of your mind?” Lucas said, as soon as Mike was done with his explanation for them being here. 

“Just listen to me.” Mike pleads.

“You are out of your mind–”

“She knows about Will and Steph.”

Dustin perks up after being the silent one here. “What do you mean she knows about them?”

Mike grabs the pictures from earlier and holds them up. “She pointed at them, at their picture. She knew they were missing. I could tell.”

“You could tell?” Lucas asked, looking between the pictures and the girl who was on the bed.

“Just think about it. Do you really think it was a coincidence that we found her on Mirkwood, the same place where they disappeared?”

Dustin nodded, agreeing. “That is weird.”

“And she said bad people are after her.” Mike said, with a frown. “I think maybe these bad people are the same ones that took Will and Steph. I think she knows what happened to them.”

“Then why doesn’t she tell us?” Lucas asked, glaring at her direction before stomping over. “Do you know where they are?” He grabs her by the shoulder. “Do you know where Will and Stephanie are?!” 

“Stop it, you’re scaring her!” Mike pulls him away, as his friend brushes him off.

“She should be scared! If you know where they are, tell us! This is nuts. We have to take her to your mom.”

“No! Eleven said telling any adult would put us in danger.”

“What kind of danger?” Dustin asked, his thoughts from earlier about his sister and Will taking a shotgun with them crossed his mind.

Lucas gives him a weird look. “Her name is Eleven?” 

“El for short.” Mike clarifies.

“Mike! What kind of danger?” Dustin pushes, his stomach turning.

“Danger danger!” The brunette makes a finger gun and points it between Henderson’s eyes before moving over towards Lucas who demises quickly.

“No, no, no!” Sinclair snaps, rushing for the door. “We’re going back to plan A. We’re telling your mom.”

He pulls open the door only for it to slam shut automatically. Not even batting an eye at that, he tries again, for it to not only to shut with more force but to even lock itself. The boys look back at the only explanation, and they see El standing on her feet with a drop of blood coming out of her nose.

“No.” She said, with a tone that told them not to push it.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Back at the station, Hopper was questioning an anxious friend of Benny’s. Earl was his name, and he was sitting in a chair, eyes full of disbelief as he lit a cigarette.

“Just doesn’t make any sense, Chief.”

“You, uh, notice anything odd about him the last few weeks?” Hopper asked, trying to keep it professional (even though this case was hurting him the most). 

Earl shakes his head. “No, we’re fixin’ to go fishing down the Etowah next Sunday. I mean, he was lookin’ forward to it. I know that.”

“He got any enemies you might know about? I mean, people who might not want him around?”

“The exes didn’t like him much. That’s for sure, but… nah.”

“When was the last time you saw him?”

“Yesterday. Lunch, same as always.”

“Just you and the boys?”

“Yep. Me and Henry and…” He pauses. “Well, there was this, uh, this kid. No kid did this.”

“Kid?” Hopper nearly perked up hope. “What are you talking about?”

“Yeah. At lunch, uh, there was this boy that, uh I mean, he was trying to steal food out of Benny’s kitchen. Can you imagine that?”

Hopper locked eyes with Callahan who got the silent message. “This kid what’d he look like?”

“Well, he was about yea high.” Earl raises his arm up and out. “You know, tiny like. I didn’t get a good look at him, though. He was back in the kitchen.”

“He look like this?” Callahan asked, coming back with a missing kid poster of Will. 

He takes the flier, and immediately shakes his head. “Oh, no, that’s… that’s Lonnie’s missin’ kid. No. This was a different kid. This one had really short hair. I mean, it was buzzed nearly down to the scalp.”

Hopper tries not to let his composure break, and continues to hold on to the slimmer of hope. “Yeah, well, let’s… You know, let’s forget about the haircut. I mean, if this kid had a buzz cut… could it be Lonnie’s kid?”

“Well, I-I… didn’t get a good look at him. About the right height, though. I mean, could’ve been. Yeah, that’s… Could’ve been.”

Hopper frowns, taking the poster back from him. “And, you only saw the boy right? No girl? Teenager? Dark hair?”

“No.” Earl shakes his head once more. “No. I didn’t see a girl.”

The Chief mentally sighs. This is not good.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

[ ‘A party?’ ]

Finally! Steve thought, pumping his fist. She finally sounded intrigued. He was hoping this would make up for his weird behavior at school. 

And, no, no, no, It wasn’t because of– well… ‘you know who’. Totally not because of her. Totally, totally, totally not–

[ ‘Steve?’ ]

Nancy’s voice broke through his totally not clouded mind. “Uh, yeah, sorry. Yeah, a party. Well… kind of. It’s just going to be me, Tommy H. and Carol. No parents for the whole weekend, so we wouldn’t have to worry about them coming in and ruining the mo-jo.”

Just my friends and my girlfriend. Just having fun, no worries about–

[ ‘Not much of a party with just four people.’ ]

He laughs. “Okay, I’ll admit, it’s a little sad. But you know, it’s better this way. And, you know, if you want to, you can invite Barbara. If it makes you feel more comfortable. Or not. Or you don’t have to come–”

[ ‘Steve.’ ]

“Yeah?”

[ ‘I’ll totally come. But I’m going to try to convince Barb first if that’s alright.’ ]

“Yeah, Yeah. Totally. It starts at seven.”

[ ‘Starts at seven. Got it. I’ll see you then.’ ]

He smiles. “See you then. Bye.”

[ ‘Bye.’ ] 

“Yes!” He said, once he hung up the phone. “Finally.” He feels his spirits get lifted again. “This is going to be perfect.”

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

|| HOURS BEFORE ||

“Welcome to Mi Casa.” Stephanie said, upon entering her home. Just as gross and dark as Will’s. 

“You said the basement, right?” Will asked, the thought of eating something sounded nice.

“Yep.” 

They thought navigating below “sunlight” was going to be hard, but I guess living in darkness for nearly twenty-four hours had its perks. Finding the tote where the emergency supplies were easier than they thought, their stomachs growing when they saw the cans of food. 

“Hang on second.” Steph said, disappearing back up the stairs for a sec, and then coming back with some forks and a can opener. She uses her shirt to wipe it clean the best she could before using. “Pineapple or Peaches?”

“Pineapple, please.” Will said, drooling as she placed the open can in his hands. The two of them plop down criss-cross applesauce, sighing with relief that they could finally take a rest.

“We’ll have to take what we can, but don’t make your bag too heavy in case we need to run again. Got it?” She replies, sliding over a bottle of water to him too. He nods, and takes a second to chug some liquid too.

One can was enough for now, since none of them had any clue how long they’ll be here, they’ll need to ration what they can find. Food, water, a first aid kit, some mittens and hats, an extra jacket, socks (And Will was proud to find a half box of matches laying around).

“Do we need anything else?” He asked, making her think.

She hums, and feels around her pockets. “We need more ammo. Or another gun at least.”

“Do you have any?” 

“No. I don’t.” She closes her eyes. Now where could we get more nearby? 

But the more she thought about it, the more she dreaded. She does know one place they have a gun, and hopefully still does since it’s been so long. 

She sighs. “I know… one place that has a gun. It’s far though. Really far. It’ll take us a couple hours to get there on foot. But it’s closer than going to town.” 

“If that’s what we have to do, then let’s do it.” Will said, sliding his backpack back on, ready to start their journey again. He flashes her a goofy grin. “I hope I can count this as PE for school.”

If that was a joke to cheer her up then it totally worked. 

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Now that they might have a lead, the police and its volunteers spread out in the woods behind Benny’s diner, hoping to find some good news (For Hopper’s sake he really hopes so). 

“Hey, you think Earl really saw Will?” Callahan asked, trying to keep up with his Boss’ speed. “I mean, what’s he doin’ with a shaved head? And stealing food from Benny?”

“Tell you what, when we find him, we’ll ask.” Hopper replies, with an attitude. 

“Can’t ask a corpse questions.” Powell said, getting a glare. Suddenly, one of the volunteers blew a whistle. 

“Hold up! You got something?” Hopper shouted and broke into a sprint. “Hey, what do you got?”

“Not sure.” The person said, crouching down next to a drain. “Maybe nothing. I found this. In there.”

Hopper takes a piece of fabric from his hand, before shining his flashlight through the drain, still hopeful that maybe he was lying in there, scared but safe. 

“No way a kid crawls through there.” Powell said, in denial.

“I don’t know… a scared enough one might. His brother said he was good at hiding.”

“Yeah, but, just Will?” Callahan asked, conflicted. “What happened to Stephanie? ‘Cause there ain’t no way a teenager’s going to fit through this drain pipe.”

“Maybe they separated?” Powell questioned. 

“I’m not so sure about that. Claudia said her daughter would never leave anyone behind.”

“Willingly that is.”

“Come on, you two.” Hopper said, jogging again.

This time, they decided to follow the drain pipe that led them further into the forest. Just as their knees were about to give out, they’re met with an electric fence and a keep out sign for the one and only…

.

.

.

Hawkins Lab.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

“El?” Mike announces his arrival into the basement. He had just finished having dinner with his family, and even convinced his mom to let his friends stay the night. All part of his plan to figure out what was happening to his missing family.

“No adults. Just us and some meatloaf.” He continues, placing a tray down in front of the makeshift fort, letting her know to come out. Her eyes trail to him and then to the two boys falling behind. “Don’t worry. They won’t tell anyone about you. They promise. Right?”

“We never would’ve upset you if we knew you had superpowers.” Dustin said, before getting hit in the leg by Mike. “Ow!”

“What Dustin is trying to say is that they were just scared… earlier. That’s all.”

“We just wanted to find our friends.” Lucas admitted, feeling a tad guilty for his actions. 

“‘Friends’?” El asked, confused by that word. It was so foreign to her. What does it even mean? 

“Yeah, friends. Will? Steph?”

“What are ‘friends’?” 

Lucas gave her a weird look. “Is she serious?” Henderson shrugged. “Um, a friend–”

“Is someone that you’d do anything for.” Mike cuts in. 

“You lend them your cool stuff, like comic books and trading cards.” Dustin adds.

“And they never break a promise.”

“Especially when there’s spit.” Lucas also puts in, making sure she was getting it.

“Spit?” El said, tilting her head.

“A spit swear means–” He spits into his palm. “You never break your word.” He holds his hand out for Dustin to take and shake. “It’s a bond.”

Mike nods in agreement. “That’s super important, because friends… they tell each other things. Things that parents don’t know.”

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Barbara finally pulls the car over to the side after her friend insisted they stop here. She looks over at the brunette with a strange look. “What are we doing here? His house is three blocks away.”

“We can’t park in the driveway.” Nancy said, making the ginger roll her eyes.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, the neighbors might see.”

“This is so stupid.” Barb shakes her head. “I’m just gonna drop you off.”

“Calm down, Barb. Come on. You promised that you’d go.” Nancy pleaded with her ‘baby doe’ face. “You’re coming. We’re gonna have a great time.”

“He just wants to get in your pants.”

Nancy chuckles with disbelief. “No, he doesn’t.”

“Nance… seriously. He invited you to his house. His parents aren’t home. Come on, you are not this stupid.”

“Tommy H. and Carol are gonna be there.”

“Tommy and Carol have been having sex since, like, seventh grade.” Barb cringes at the thought. “It’ll probably just be, like, a big orgy.”

“Gross.”

“I’m serious!”

“All right, well…” Nancy takes her seat belt off and starts unbuttoning her sweater. “You can be, like, my guardian. All right? Make sure I don’t get drunk and do anything stupid.”

“Ugh.” Barb said, shaking her head. She watches as her friend takes her top off and starts fiddling around in her purse for another one. “Is that a new bra?”

Nancy pauses. “No.”

“So, obvious, Nancy…”

“Hey.”

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•° 

“What’s the weirdo doing?” Lucas asked, watching her sit at their D&D table and close her eyes. 

“El?” Mike said, as they gathered around, waiting.

When she opens her eyes, she slowly gravitates to one of the pieces and picks it up. “Will.” She replies, showing it was the Wizard piece, the one that the boy always plays as.

“Superpowers.” Dustin said, as Lucas rolled his eyes, still not convinced about this whole thing. 

“Did you see him? On Mirkwood? Do you know where he is?” Mike asks, just before she brushes the rest of the figures off the board and flips it over. She places the wizard piece on the board. “I don’t understand.”

“Hiding.” She replies, the boys looking at one another. She then places another figure down, surprising them.

“Who is that supposed to be?” Lucas asked, as Dustin perked up.

“The Ranger. Is that Stephanie?” He asked, as she nodded. “Are they hiding?” She nods again. “Together.” Another nod.

“From the bad men?” Mike asked, but she shakes her head in disappointment. “Then from who?”

And without saying another word she places another figure down.

It was a beast with two heads.

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The Demogorgon.

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|| NOW ||

It took a while like she said, and luckily they had no trouble getting there, but what was troubling the young boy was that she wouldn’t tell him where they were going. Was she embarrassed by this place? Did something happen? He doesn’t know, but it’s gnawing at him.

“We’ve arrived.” She said, as they were coming up to it.

It was… a pretty big house, much bigger than his and even his friends’ houses. He wonders if this was one of the rich neighbourhoods or something like that. And sure enough… his questions would be answered when he happened to catch the name on the mailbox. 

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Now he understands why she didn’t say anything. 

“So this is the…” Was he choosing his words correctly? “The King’s house?”

“Yep.” Stephanie said, hand on the doorknob which miraculously opened. She rolls her blue eyes. “They still keep it unlocked.” They stepped inside, still gloomy and covered in vines and goo like the last two. “Let’s go upstairs.”

Will follows behind, observing everything that seemed a bit foreign for him. “I knew they were rich but I didn’t know they were that rich.” He said after observing art piece after art piece that he knows isn’t locally made.

“Yeah, they got crazy money.” She said, and her pace seemed to quicken without her noticing. She hustles into the parents room, opening the closet to find a safe. “Shit.” She forgot about the lock. “Where did that bastard put the key?”

Stephanie starts running around the bedroom, pulling open drawers, looking through trinkets, his wife’s jewelry box too – A curse word after every failed attempt.

“Steph?” Will said, worriedly.

“Just give me a second.” She snapped, and left the room. She starts opening the drawers from the tables in the hallway, visibly getting more annoyed with each second. “For fuck sakes–”

“Stephanie!”

“What?!” She slammed it shut, rattling everything that was on. The force and her tone seemed to shock him, and even take a small step back. She grips the table, closing her eyes to calm herself. “Fuck. I just…”

And when she opens them she finds herself staring at the boy she wanted to forget about. It was a picture of him on his swim team, the frame saying: Championship 1981. She just stares at with emotions the youngest Byers couldn’t figure out what they were.

“Steph?” He asked, slowly.

“Yeah?”

“What happened to you and Steve?”

She continues to stare at the photo for another minute before pushing herself to stand. “I think he still keeps that knife in his room.” Was what she muttered before heading in the opposite direction to another room. 

Will could only wonder what really happened to them…

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Just as the lights started to flicker.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•° 

|| PRESENT ||

Inside the most “fabulous” party of the year, Barb laid back in one of the pool chairs, listening to the terrible music that’s blasting in her ear as her best friend watches her boyfriend slice a hole into a beer can and start drinking it all in one go.

“Is that supposed to impress me?” Nancy asked, as he sat down and lit a cigarette. 

“You’re not?” Steve asked, genuinely surprised. 

“You are a cliche, you do realize that?”

“You are a cliche. What with your– your grades and your band practice.”

“I’m so not in band.”

“Okay, party girl. Why don’t you just, uh, show us how it’s done, then?” He hands her the knife and a can.

“Okay.” She says, all giggly.

“You gotta make a little hole right in–”

“I got it.”

“Yeah, she’s smart, you douche!” Tommy said, as he crushes his own can on his forehead. 

Soon, everyone was chanting “Chug” as Nancy down a whole beer in under thirty seconds. Everyone cheered and laughed, proud at the achievement. 

“Barb, you wanna try?” Nancy asked, holding the blade up.

“What? No. No, I don’t want to. Thanks.” She said, shaking her head. But after a quick back and forth badgering she finally gave in. She rips the items out of the girl’s hand, clearly upset. It wasn’t long before her judgment was clouding her mind and accidentally nicks herself. 

“Whoa, Gnarly.” Tommy said, impressed by the deep cut.

“Are you okay?” Nancy asked, worriedly.

“Yeah.” Barb said, trying to push her away. 

“Barb, you’re bleeding.”

“I’m fine. Where’s your bathroom?”

“Oh, it’s– Steve stands up, and starts taking her over to the sliding door. “It’s, uh, down past the kitchen, to the left.” He frowns. Shit of course.

But before he could say anything, Tommy had pushed Carol into the pool and then jumped in after her. Steve then shrugs, and lets a smirk play on his face as he does the same to Nancy before doing a cannonball.

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|| NOW ||

Steph tries to contain herself as she enters his room. It was taking a lot of strength not to just start flipping things over, and tear those stupid pendants off the wall.

Stupid fucking house. Stupid fucking room. Stupid fucking Harrington. She grits her teeth, fighting back the tears in her eyes as she desperately tries to remember where he hid the blade.

She lets out a groan. “For fuck sake’s, man! Where did you put it?!” She yells, and kicks whatever was near her. She swears something must have fallen out from it, but she doesn’t even want to look. 

God damn you, Harrington. She scolds, and rubs her face. How can he–

That’s when the light in his room flickered on and off scaring her half to death. “What the–”

“Stephanie!” Will’s voice shouted, kicking her into high gear.

“Fuck.” She mumbles, and races to find that blade.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

|| PRESENT || 

As soon as Barb comes out of the bathroom, she immediately spots a certain someone heading up the stairs. “Nance! Nancy.” She shouts, getting her to stop. “Where are you going?”

“Nowhere. Just… upstairs. To change. I… fell in the pool.” Nancy said, feeling like she was on cloud nine. “Why don’t you go ahead and go home. I’ll just… I’ll get a ride or something.”

“Nance–”

“Barb, I’m fine.”

“This isn’t you.”

“I’m fine. Just go ahead and go home, okay?” 

And then Nancy leaves her all alone, confused and heartbroken by her friend’s actions. But despite being hurt, she couldn’t just up and leave her drunken buddy like this. So… 

She decides to wait.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Steve had found her some clothes she could change in, and he was grinning like a kid upon the thought of seeing his girlfriend in his clothes. 

I’m such a dork. He tells himself as she calls out his name. “Yeah?” There was a look in her eyes that he’s never seen before, and honestly was turned on by it.

But ‘Fuck that’, says the universe, and the home phone starts to ring.

He groans, irritated. “Hang on a second–” He proceeds to run out of the room, and shouts, “Hey! Turn the music down in case it’s my parents.”

Nancy chuckles, cheeks flush because she was ready to lose her– wait. Did something just touch her leg? She looks down to find that a box was tipped over and had opened, and wonders when that happened. Did she accidently kick it without realizing? Or was it already like that? Frankly, curiosity got the best of her as she crouched down to try to fix it. But then, her actions slowed when she saw something.

The Wheeler picks up a paper – a flier – to her surprise was the missing poster of Stephanie Henderson. 

“What?” She says, quietly, confusedly. Why was he keeping this? And that’s when she puts two and two together. She starts shifting through the small pile which was made up of photos, movie tickets, receipts from a record store, arcade tokens and– “Oh, my god.”

Suddenly, Steve comes jogging back in, relief on his face. “False alarm. It was just–”

“So who is she to you?” Nancy asked, standing up and flashing the memorabilia at him.

His face falls immediately. “Hey, that’s–”

“Is she the person that was rumored you pushed away?”

“It’s nothing.” Steve replies, trying to take the stuff away from her, but she ain’t budging.

“It’s nothing, or she’s nothing?”

“It’s– W-What? You jealous?” He asked, trying to play this thing off cool, but his girlfriend wasn’t stupid.

“I’m not jealous. I’m just curious.” Nancy replies, honestly. She takes another look at the photos in her hand before looking back at him. “I mean, if she isn’t your friend anymore, then why do you hang on to all this stuff? Or better question–”

“Nancy, stop, it’s just–”

“Why did you break it off?”

His brain short circuits again. “What?”

“I said, ‘Why did you break it off?’ I mean…” She flips through some of the photos he has, memorized. “From what I see, you two remind me of Barb and I. You two look like you were tied at the hip. So why break it off?”

“I…” Why couldn’t he fucking talk all of a sudden? “I didn’t, I–”

“So, she broke it off?” She said, eyebrow raised. 

“No. I-I broke it off, she didn’t do anything–”

“So… why did you?”

“Nancy–”

“Look, I just want to understand you. I mean, every time I think I have you figured out you throw me through a loop.” She gives him a reassuring look as she picks up the box, shuffling whatever was remaining around. “I mean, from what I see, you seem like a completely different person then. I just wonder if it’s a good thing or a bad–” 

Now it was her turn to look lost (and for Steve to lose all the color in his face). She frowns, slowly pulling out a small casing. “Is this a… bullet?”

“That’s nothing!” He manages to snag at least that away.

“Why do you have a bullet in the box?!” She asks, eyes blown wide.

He swallows. “Nancy–”

“Did you shoot her or something?”

“What?!” He scoffs. “No! Why would I shoot her?!”

���Well did she shoot you?”

“No! Nobody shot anybody, it was just–”

“Then why do you have a stray bullet cas–”

“‘CAUSE IT WAS MY FAULT!! OKAY?!” Steve snaps, startling them both (He can’t believe he just lost his cool like that). He swallows again, head spinning at the memories (Why did he fucking leave the box right there?). “I just… there was an incident and… it… shaped my decision, okay? But it didn’t involve me or her with a gun, it was… s-someone else. Someone I know. I don’t know why I’m holding onto it, I…” He sighs and grabs the box, holding it out for her to put the stuff away.

It takes her a moment to process it all, and she does put all the stuff in her hands away, but she remains silent the whole time. She’s never seen him act this way before.

It honestly concerned her.

Nancy breaks eye contact, and only reverses it when she gathers the right words. “Look, Steve, I’m sorry I intruded, I probably shouldn’t have but… I’m just trying to understand you.”

Steve shakes his head, still confused. “I-I…” He shrugs, and crosses his arms defensibly. “What’s there to understand?”

Nancy gestures to him and says, “Well, for starters, you’re an airhead and–”

“So?” He cuts in, as she holds her tongue and continues. 

“And you’re arrogant, snarky, and sweet–”

“Sweet’s fine.”

“Of course. Sweet’s fine. I love how nice you are to me, Steve.” She then frowns for him. “However, that gets overshadowed by your… insecurities.”

He pauses, now it was his turn to take in those words (What the hell did she mean by that? He’s not… no). “I don’t… I don’t have any… any–”

“Steve.” Nancy takes a step closer. “I don’t know why the kid in these pictures decided to change into the one I’m seeing before me, but if that doesn’t have to do with any insecurities, then I’m not sure why you decided to make that change willingly.”

“I… W-Willingly?” He scoffs again. “What do you mean? I never change willingly? What are you even getting at, Nance?” He hasn’t changed. He’s never changed. What is she even getting at?

But Nancy looked at him with eyes full of pity and took another step closer. “I don’t know what the reason was for you two to stop being friends, but all I know, from what I gathered, she wasn’t the one to end it.” She places Steph’s flier on his chest that he subconsciously grabbed, and said one last thing before leaving his room. And that was,

“Maybe there was a good reason for you to end it, but that’s not an excuse for you to stop being who you really are.”

And Steve’s left with an epiphany he’s not sure he can decipher. 

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

|| NOW || 

As soon as the lock was broken, she retrieved the gun from the safe and frantically told her companion to get down the stairs. Will and Steph’s hearts were in their ears, and it sped up when the light above the front door flickered.

“Shit–” She pulls the boy to a halt, and redirects them to the back door. “Go, go, go, go, go.” 

She throws open the sliding door, and out into the backyard, but as soon as they step foot onto the ground, the lights around the empty pool start to flicker. The two of them stopped immediately and held their breaths. They weren’t sure where the beast was at, but it was definitely nearby ready to snatch them up.

They were afraid to even breathe or twitch. What if this thing really does appear out of thin air?

They both jolted when a loud growl came from somewhere inside the pool. Wasting no time, Steph taps Will on the arm and makes a shushing gesture, then waves him to follow her. The boy understood completely, and the two of them move slowly, so carefully that there’s not way–

The both of them screamed when two human hands grabbed onto the top of the pool ladder. 

A girl’s head poked up, face battered and covered in grime, her glasses shattered and splattered with blood. The girl looked so fam–

“Nancy!!” She shouts, as something growls behind her, scaring all of them to their core. And when her eyes landed on the two of them, she desperately yelled for help just seconds before the beast’s claws wrapped around her head and pulled her back. 

Will and Steph matched the girl’s scream, and the beast roared in delight that his prey was just right in front of it. Its claws could be seen grabbing the ladder, like it was trying to crawl out and feast.

That’s when the two of them booked it. 

The guns rattled in their hands.

The tears in their eyes.

Whatever this place was, they knew…

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This couldn’t get compared to hell itself.

(TBC)

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The Perfect Date

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You can’t help but space out as Andy continues to drone on and on about this week’s basket ball practices. When you had said yes to dinner with the basket head, you had no idea how stupid this boy actually was.

He brought you to Benny’s on an early Saturday night for dinner before planning on seeing a movie at your local theater.

You kept poking around your plate with a French fry, eyes glancing up at the clock every five minutes and hoping that the time would move faster.

“So that’s how crazy practice can get, you know?” He laughs. “So how’s the cheerleading team been treating you?”

You were still spaced out, you hadn’t notice when he was asking you the questions.

“Y/n? Y/n are you listening?”

Your eyes snap back to him and you give a small smile that doesn’t reach your eyes. “Sorry, um what-“

“I asked how you like cheerleading? I still can’t believe Chrissy finally talked you into joining the team.”

“Yeah, yeah uh it’s great.” No it wasn’t. Only half the team was nice and you hated how short your skirt was. “It’s fun.”

“You should get Wheeler to join.”

“Nancy? No, I don’t think sports are her thing.”

“Oh, I don’t really think cheerleading is an actual sport, y/n.” He says casually, taking a sip from his drink.

You can’t stop how your face must look right now, brows raised and mouth slightly ajar. Is he that stupid?

You let out a surprised chuckle and shake your head. “What makes cheerleading not a sport, Andy?”

Andy just shakes his head. “You guys just dance around and cheer. I mean, don’t take this the wrong way,” too late. “Every team needs their cheerleaders. But to be an athlete, you have to be sharp.”

Wow. I actually want to punch this guy. You can’t help the thought from going through your head.

“Let’s not talk about that,” he says. “I just can’t believe I finally got you to go out with me.”

“Yep. Me either.” You say, looking away and taking sip from of your drink.

Before Andy was able to say something even more stupid, the bell above the door dings and the entire Hellfire Club makes their way into the diner. You can’t help but watch as they loudly make their presence know.

Andy sees this too and rolls his eyes, groaning. “Ugh, who let the freaks out tonight?”

You weren’t really friends with any of the D&D club members, but you were aware of their infamous leader, Eddie Munson.

You and Eddie shared classes together this year as he was a senior with Steve Harrington. Every once in a while you would catch glimpses of him in your shared classes, he would always be sitting in the same spot in the back of the class, uninterested in what the teacher would be teaching.

The club took their seats in a booth only a few rows away from Andy and yourself. Before you could attempt to pull your attention back to date, your eyes caught Eddie’s. He sends you a wink and you quickly turn back towards your the jock.

“Anyway,” Andy tries to regain your attention. “I’m really excited about this movie. I hope you don’t mind but I already bought the tickets.”

“Which one are we seeing?” You we’re hoping to catch something fun. You also enjoyed a good horror flick every once in a while.

“The karate kid.”

“Oh,” your smile that you managed to pull slowly wilted. Not a film you thought you would actually enjoy.

“Yeah, Jason took Chrissy to see it last week and said she liked it.” Of course he was going to take a note out of Jason Carver’s book of dating.

“Did she?” You said, trying your best to sound enthusiastic. “That’s great.”

Before Andy was able to respond, your waitress made her way up to your booth. She places the best looking chocolate milk shake you’ve ever seen right in front of you and a straw.

“Oh I didn’t order this.” You state, slightly confused.

“No you didn’t.” She responds. The older woman leans in closer, enough for you to notice her overly powdered, floral perfume. “Another young man a few booths over did.”

She gives you a knowing smile and leaves. Your eyes follow her, then you glance back at the Hellfire Club. The group of boys were sneaking glances back at you, trying to contain their obvious snickering. Eddie however, is resting an elbow on the table, hand to his mouth to hide his smile and eyes scanning his menu in attempts to look preoccupied.

You sigh as you turn back to Andy who looks irritated as hell. The date had already not been going well for you and Eddie might just have made it even worse.

“You know, we can just get the check and go. It’s okay.” You try to reason, a bit nervous that he may cause a scene.

Andy just snarls at the group and moves to signal your waitress for the check. You nervously tap your feet on the floor as you quietly eye the milkshake. In all honesty, you would never say no to a chocolate milkshake, but you also wanted to at least try and not add to Andy’s anger towards the group.

Eventually your waitress finally arrives and Andy is quick to pay. As you gather your things your jacket and purse, you catch a glimpse at Eddie. He gives you a small wave as you leave, hopefully Andy didn’t see.

The two of you exit the diner and pull your back over your shoulders.

“What a freak.” Andy starts to bicker, searching for his keys.

“Who, Eddie?”

Andy gives you a look, one you don’t really much appreciate. “I meant that whole gang of nerds.”

“Yeah, the milkshake was just a dumb joke. Don’t take it to heart, Andy. And he’s not a freak, he’s actually nice. You and the team are just a bunch of assholes who are quick to judge.” You stand with your arms crossed.

He stops fumbling with his keys and glares back at you. “You know, I thought we were really having good time tonight. But if you’d rather go party with a bunch of losers, be my guest y/n.”

You can’t help but let out a snort. “Not gonna lie, Andy. I’d probably have more fun.”

“Alright then,” he moves to unlock his car. “Maybe one of the freaks can give you a ride home.” And with that he slams his car door shut and takes off down the road.

You hang your head back and roll your eyes. Preparing yourself to walk back in and request to use the phone to call one of parents to pick you up.

Instead, you turn when you hear the bell, signaling the door opening and see Eddie Munson walking out alone. His hands were shoved into his pockets as he slowly makes his way over to you.

“Hey,” he says. “I just wanted to apologize about the whole milkshake thing. I thought it would be funny but clearly, I fucked your date up.”

“No, you didn’t.” You say, taking a few steps closer towards the metal head. “He messed it up way before you and your friends came in.”

“Oh good,” he smiles, kicking a few rocks aside with his sneakers. “Hey, you know you’re more than welcome to come and hang out with us if you want? The guys are cool with it. Or if you just wanna go home I can-“

“Actually I was I suppose to go to a movie tonight.” You said. “I mean, I wasn’t really looking forward to the particular movie-“

“Which movie?” He asks, catching on.

“Karate kid.”

He lets out a laugh. “Oh I don’t think you’d enjoy that.”

“Yeah? And what do you think I’d enjoy?”

He takes another step closer. “You seem like you appreciate good humor and also scary movies.”

“I do.” You smile.

“There’s this little flick that suppose to be good maybe kinda out there but ever heard of GhostBusters?”

“I might have seen a few advertisements on tv.” You reply. “Are you asking me to take me?”

Eddie just shrugs. “I ruined your already shitty date, it’s only right that I treat you to an excellent date.”

You feel your cheeks burn slightly and can’t hide the stupid smile on your face.

“I’m in.” You say, then gesture to the diner. “What about your friends?”

“Oh they’ll be fine. Jeff drove his car here, they can make it work.” He waves them off and guides you to his van where he opens the passenger side door for you.

You hop in, feeling more excited than when Andy had initially picked you up from your home.

Eddie climbs into the driver’s seat and starts the van. “Since you didn’t get to enjoy that milkshake, can I buy you M&Ms at the theater?”

“Munson, you are such a gentleman.”

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I’ve probably had this in my drafts for quite a few months. I’m also aware that the karate kid and ghostbusters weren’t released around the same time but this takes place around 1984 so let’s just go with it. Just pure Eddie fluff. I’m happy to finally post this! Hope you enjoy!

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#5

I got a Hikuleo idea. How about Hikuleo introducing them to his family, or Bullet Club?

Hikuleo x Reader

Introducing you to his family

Author’s Note: centering this more of him introducing his girlfriend to his brothers

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Nervous was an understatement. Hikuleo wanted you to meet his brothers. You knew who his brothers were. You just had never met them.

Hikuleo constantly reminded you that you had nothing to worry about…you didn’t believe him.

Tama thought it was HILARIOUS that you were nervous to meet him and Tanga Loa.

Tanga Loa was nicer than you thought he’d be.

Tama asked when you were gonna meet the rest of the family which made you even more nervous.

You and his brothers really got along well

Hikuleo was glad that you got along with his brothers until they started telling you embarrassing stories about him and showing you embarrassing pictures…which by the way…they absolutely did send them to you.

After getting back to your house, Hikuleo looked at you and said, “See. You had nothing to worry about. They loved you.”

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#4

May I please request 5 with Jay White and spoken?

Prompt: “You’re the most amazing boyfriend-“, “Actually, it’s pronounced fiancé. Will you marry me?”

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You walked in Jay’s house not expecting to see it decorated for Valentine’s Day. You knew that y’all were going to be spending the day together, but you definitely didn’t expect him to do anything fancy. You had already left his Valentine’s Day gift(chocolate covered strawberries, his favorite protein powder, a new switchblade necklace) at his house that morning while he was at the gym before you went to work(photography studio)

When he got back from the gym, he showered and decorated the house along with getting your gift from where he hid it. Well, one thing he had to pick up today so that they’d still be good. He got you flowers, a new camera, and a ring that he didn’t give you until a few minutes after the other stuff.

When you saw the new camera and the flowers, you teared up immediately. Seeing how much detail he paid attention to especially when you talk about your favorite flowers meant so much to you. You started to say something to him, “you’re the best boyfriend-.” He cuts you off while down on one knee, “Actually, it’s pronounced fiancé. Will you marry me?”

You nodded and whispered yes while in tears. He put the ring on your finger and kissed you gently.

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#3

Cash Wheeler x Reader

Description: Nobody could make him stay…nobody but her.

Author’s Note: This song made me think of Cash Wheeler.

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@wheeler-omega-kingston this is the Cash fic I’ve been working on

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Cash Wheeler…no one thought he’d ever settle down and stay.

They all thought he’d leave again

Nobody knew what this girl did to make him stay. Cash didn’t even really know.

She understood him. She understood his need to travel. His need to be on the road.

She was a traveling photographer. She understood being on the road all the time.

“Cash, what’s going on with you?”, Dax asked really confused. “Seriously Cash. What’s going on in your head?”, Tully wanted to know. He had to know what was throwing off one of his top guys. “She is.”, Cash replied looking at Y/N. “Y/N?”, Dax questioned.

Upon hearing her name, Y/N walked over to FTR and Tully. “Hey guys.”, she said as she stood next to Cash. “Y/N, always a pleasure to see you.”, Tully stated acknowledging her.

“Hey, Cash? I was wondering if I could talk to you later after the show?”, Y/N asked because Tully and Dax had told her that Cash liked her. Cash simply nodded not able to get the words out. “Great! I’ll see you later!”, Y/N said as she then walked off to go find Anna and Tay to take their promo pics. And of course to tell them what happened.

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After telling the girls what happened and taking pictures most of the night, the show was finally over. Y/N was excited to finally have a chance to talk to Cash. She was really nervous as well.

———

As soon as Y/N saw Cash, her nerves calmed down a lot. Cash walked over to you, “let me get your bag? Dax said you were staying at the same hotel as us and I was hoping you and I could talk on the way there? That is if you want to ride to the hotel together.. we don’t have to…it was just an idea.” You smiled, “that sounds like a great plan, but I can carry my own bag.” Cash shook his head and grabbed your bag from you, “What kind of man would I be if I let you carry your own bag? I got it.”

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After talking, the two of y’all found out there was a lot that the two of you have in common. You both also happened to find out that y’all lived in the same neighborhood. He laughed, “We literally live across the street from each other. How did we not know?”

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Three weeks later, Cash asked you out. You of course said yes. It’d be a lie to say that the two of y’all weren’t together almost 24/7 now.

“I’m not even kidding when i say I want to spend the rest of my life with you”, Cash said while laying under the stars with you. “Honestly, I wanna spend the rest of my life with you too.”, you replied. “That quote about the stars you like…from that poem… The Old Astronomer to his Pupil? What was it?”, he asked. Laying your head on his chest, you replied, “I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.”

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Author’s Note: I’m not gonna lie, the writers block kinda took over for a bit so it took a while to write this. I also don’t know how this turned into what it did.

31 notes - Posted March 26, 2022

#2

Matt and Nick: *carrying all the groceries*

Hangman: *holds out hand to help*

Matt and Nick : *moves all the groceries to one hand to hold Hangman’s hands*

Dark Order: *drags Hangman away*

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@moxleyunstable this is for you

54 notes - Posted July 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Daniel- I- Daniel…

256 notes - Posted May 31, 2022

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[alotta-lovin]

Heya boys!! How's the takeover goin'? Wanted to stop in and ask some questions!! So, for all of you, What is Sunny like when she's high? What's the funniest/wierdest thing she's said whilst high? Has she ever asked any of you to pose for a drawing? What is the most intimate (emotional wise not sexual) moment you've had with her? What made you realise you loved her? That's all from me, enjoy the rest of the takeover boys!! 💜💜

🔦 - BOYS! ITS NADINE! C’MERE!!

🚬 - Oh shit, a’ight. a’ight. uhhh– Steve you start it off.

👑 - Me this time? oh-kay.

👑 - “What’s Sunny Like when she’s high?” ohhhohoho oh my god.

👑 - Okay, you see the thing is, she’s laid back. to an extent and which strand she smokes. so a majority of the time she wants to be held, watch something. or listen to music, continue to be held and talk while sitting next to a fire pit. that or she becomes very— i dont know how to put this other than her inner arsonist comes out full force and wants to make the fire as big as she can while still being safe? and will have weird conversations– no matter which strand she smokes she has weird conversation starters.

🔦 - He’s not wrong– this will also go to answer the following question 

🔦 - “What’s the funniest/weirdest thing she’s said whilst high?” o h. m y. g o d.

🔦 - Imagine this, she’s sitting down. wrapped up in a blanket, just quiet as can be. watching a comedy special on netflix with me, and just nothing pertaining to that topic. and just “Dean-o… Do you have any idea… how hard it is. to get off while you’re high? like everything is so like— “floaty” that its like “is anything actually happening?” just… its such a paaaaaaain”

🚬 - She’s said some weird ass things to me too while high– I know she’s had similar conversations with Dean and Cronus about well— “getting off”. as for me its one of the weirdest things ive heard of and i even had to stop drinking cause it was fucking with me too much. so much to the point i even set my beer down and just “and thats enough of that.”

🚬 - what she said specifically this one time that made me even remotely consider to stop drinking for the night was; “You know… in the grand scheme of everything.. the world.. hell even the universe we are just… tiny beings trying to live it up as best as we can without knowing what happens after life.. are we reborn? or do we just… disappear?”

👑 - Jesus— just– a ton of weird shit apparently.

👑 - As for drawings?? i mean– i know she’s asked us to come up to her so she can see our facial features and what not since she likes to pay attention to detail but if she ever asks us to pose for something its more often than not for pictures.

🔦 - And “whats the most intimate— wait not sexual? why not sexual—

🚬 - Cause she has a 18+ Blog for that shit dumbass.

🔦 - H EY! Respect your elders.

👑 - If we’re getting technical we’re actually older than you–

🔦 - N ope. in some weird sense you guys are still younger. 

🔦 - Anyway “Whats the most intimate (non sexual) moment you’ve had with her?”

🚬 - Well uh– i’ll go first. Henry was hitting on her a bit, And my self esteem was dropping. we went back to my place, and she could tell i was upset. she grabbed my face and pulled me down to eye level to look me dead in the eye and asked me what was wrong. and i told her i was scared to lose her to Henry, and she told me “That would never happen. and i love you too much for that to ever happen. and i don’t see Henry like that at all.” and basically peppered me in kisses until i started smiling– which then lead to me picking her up and just hugging her while walking back to my room.

🚬 - Or every time i help her calm down with a Episode.

👑 - She was there for me through the whole Nancy situation. she even went as far as to basically— as she would put it “Pimp Slap” her. do you have any idea how hard she hits? if you so much get with a open palm slap by her you will only hear ringing in that one side. Nance couldn’t hear anything for a good while–

👑 - But she was there for me through all of it. even supported me after i admitted to her that i didn’t wanna date her unless i saw her that way. which i do now. 

👑 - Every night that she stayed at my place or i stayed at hers. or even the drives around Hawkins sometimes out of Hawkins. 

🔦 -  There’s been some hunts where its been just the two of us until Sammy or Cas could join us at another point and she’s the O N L Y other person i let choose music in Baby. and rolled down all the windows, and sang at the top of our lungs and completely forgot the rest of the world for a good hour.

🔦 - or every time we’ve gotten the hotel room to ourselves and were able to just talk, and hang out with each other.

🔦 - theres other times but theres too many to count.

🚬 - “What made you realise you loved her?” oohh– hmm

👑 - When i noticed i was the first person she called when she was having issues at home. or didnt want to be alone. when i noticed the way she looked at me was completely different than how she looked at others around Hawkins.

🔦 - I– i dunno. I denied any feelings for her for a while since most people ive loved had died and i didn’t want that for her, but at the end of the day she ended up killing herself to save our asses– i fought tooth and nail to get her back even if she beat the shit out of me after realizing i was the one so hell bent on bringing her back… i guess i realized it a little while after she was brought back.

🚬 - Just, spending time with her. it slowly happened. she treated me like everyone else. not some bully. she treated me like a person not some brainless asshole. made sure i was okay, asked if i understood anything in class, and due to her eating problems she always over packs and if i hadn’t eaten she’d basically give me her second meal even if she would need it later she wanted me to eat too. it took a lil while for me to notice it.

👑 - But yeah! i hope that answers your question Nadine and you’re having a good day or night ^^

[mywhitetennisshoes]

All I Wanna Do Is Kiss Her Lips In My Bed - Robin X Nancy

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Couple: Robin Buckley x Nancy Wheeler

Word count: 1.4k

Tags: First kiss, friends to lovers, fluff, wlw

Description: Nancy does Robin’s makeup and they may or may not have their first kiss…!

A/N: Hi it’s h! I posted this on ao3 a little bit ago but I wanted to post it here. It’s my first time posting a fic on tumblr so i’m sorry if it messes up somehow. Okay, anyway, love you guys!! Enjoy!

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“Nance, do not bring that ANYWHERE near me. I’m so serious, Nancy, why are you laughing?” Robin is trying to contain a smile and a laugh as Nancy is holding a curling iron in one hand and foundation in the other.

“I just want to give you a makeover, that’s all!” Nancy is giggling, eyes crinkled as her smile gets bigger and bigger. Robin can’t take her eyes off of her.

Robin and Nancy have gotten closer. After Vecna reigned his terror on Hawkins, the group sort of re-formed. Everyone is back in Hawkins, everyone is friends again. Some are closer than others. Robin and Nancy would be classified as best friends, but they’ve never explicitly said so. It just seems like a weird combination, no one really expected it (if you ask Steve, he totally expected it. Nerd + nerd= a beautiful friendship. Besides, they can be a trio, so it’s a win-win for him).

All in all, Robin and Nancy hangout. Nancy got a job at the Video Store where Steve and Robin work so when Nancy is checking someone out, Robin is checking Nancy out. Sure, Robin has a crush on Nancy that’s been brewing since they were 15, but doesn’t everyone? That’s how she justifies it, anyway. Having a crush on your best friend's ex-girlfriend who he is potentially still in love with is not the best thing in the world. Despite trying to push down all of the feelings she has, she still can’t take her eyes off of Nancy sometimes.

Robin hesitates a few seconds, before eventually giving in and letting Nancy do her makeup. Nancy makes her sit on the edge of the bed while Nancy sits on her chair pulled up right in-front of her. Their legs brush when Nancy turns around to her desk to grab the makeup she needs. Robin blushes a bright shade of red.

The girls don’t talk for a while, and even if they did talk, Robin probably wouldn’t be able to respond because she is holding her breath. While she is watching Nancy focus so heavily on Robin, it takes her breath away and she doesn’t get it back. Nancy is messing with Robin’s face in numerous ways with powder and liquid stuff that Robin isn’t too sure of.

Nancy’s eyes keep darting back and forth from Robin’s eyes to her cheeks, where she’s now applying blush. Nancy’s face looks like she’s working out a mathematical equation.

“Nance, what are you thinking about?” It took all of the oxygen in the room for Robin to ask her that.

She snaps out of the trance she was in, shaking her head and turning around to grab more makeup products. “I’m just trying to figure out how i can do you eye makeup like this.” She takes one of her arms and reaches toward Robin’s eyes and realizes that that angle won’t work.

“I mean, I could like, lay down if that would be easier?”

“Actually, yes that will work. Go lay your head on those pillows right there and I’ll grab the rest of my eye makeup!” She jumps up excitedly to grab her makeup from her desk as Robin scoots all the way back on the bed to lay her head down.

Nancy climbs back on the bed, one hand is being used to steady herself and the other is holding all of the things she’ll need. She sticks herself to the right of Robin’s torso, leaning over to see if that angle will work.

“Uhm, I’m not sure how well this will work with me right here. Is it- is it okay if I like climb over your lap to do your makeup?” Nancy looks casual asking this while Robin is having an internal freakout.

“Uhm sure, yeah, yeah that should be completely fine.” Her face looks anything BUT fine and Nancy looks like she can tell but she didn’t say anything about it.

“Okay, awesome!” Nancy once again uses one hand to steady herself as she kneels over Robin’s lap and sits herself down. Robin lifts up the top half of her body to fully see the sight of Nancy Wheeler sitting on her lap about to do her makeup. This alone makes Robin’s heart speed up to an unhealthy degree. She slams her body back down as Nancy starts to hover over her face.

Suddenly, Nancy’s face is only about 10 inches away from Robin’s as she starts rubbing eyeshadow on her eyes. She can smell the mint gum that Nancy was chewing just a little bit ago. The eyeshadow doesn’t take long, it’s slathering powder onto eyes, but next is the eyeliner.

Nancy whispers to Robin as she gets even closer. “Okay, I’m going to hold your face while I do your eyeliner, is that okay?” Robin’s heart stops beating all together.

“Uh, yes yes of course you can.” She sounds and feels like she’s drunk 10 cups of coffee. Everything is buzzing and fast.

Nancy nods her head ‘yes’ slightly with a smile on her face. She puts her left hand up to Robin’s face, her thumb is on her cheek and the rest of her hand is on her jaw and neck. She’s focusing on the eyeliner now, but all Robin can do is think about how close they are. The eyeliner is cold and distracting and only one of Robin’s eye are open but she swears she can see Nancy looking at her lips.

Nancy finishes her right eye in no time, so she moves on to her left eye. She shifts her body just a little and is now even closer to Robin’s face. Her left hand staying where it’s been as Nancy’s thumb starts to slowly move against Robin’s face. Robin’s breathing halts as she feels Nancy’s thumb moving up and down. Nancy has stopped doing Robin’s eyeliner and is now just looking down at her.

“Nance…” Robin is whispering but she doesn’t know what to say or do.

Nancy whispers back. “Can I kiss you?” Her eyes flicker from Robin’s eyes to her lips.

Robin’s eyes scan Nancy’s face for any signs that it’s a prank or a joke. She looks dead serious.

Robin swallows hard and it’s the only thing that’s audible until a few seconds later when she says, “yes.”

Nancy caps the eyeliner and sets it down on the bed to the right of Robin. She moves back to where she was looking at Robin, but now both of her hands are on Robin’s face. Robin’s hands are on Nancy’s waist, holding her or else it will feel like a dream, like it’s not real.

Nancy moves slowly, it looks like she's not even moving at all. When her face gets closer and closer to Robin’s, she squeezes her eyes shut and Robin does the same. Their lips connect and it was like all the oxygen was removed from the room. Their lips move slowly, careful not to startle the other. Robin’s grip on Nancy’s waist has become tighter, grabbing onto her pink blouse as a lifeline. Nancy’s thumbs are stroking each side of Robin’s jaw. Everything is delicate and warm.

[shemarmooresfedora]

I Love You Zoo

Summary: Spencer visits you and all of your non-human friends at work.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Content/warnings: fluff, interacting with animals

Word Count: 1.0k

A/N: this is for @meganskane ‘s 700 follower celebration so big congrats to her!! her blog is really cool and you should definitely check it out if you don’t follow her already. okay, anyways, i don’t know why i’m obsessed with this idea but i am. i included a few links to help visualize.

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“Lily,” you scolded, “give me my hat back.”

The baby chimp laughed as she climbed on to your shoulders with your bucket safari hat, placing it back on your head.

“Thank you,” you smiled, tickling her as a knock sounded at the door.

“Come in!” you called out as you shook the formula powder and water for Lily’s bottle.

“Hi, love,” Spencer greeted you.

“Spence!” you smiled, “Wait, how did you get in here?”

“Sally let me in at the front gate and told me where to find you,” he kissed you before looking down in your arms.

“And who is this little one?” he asked.

“This is Lily, our newest baby chimpanzee. She was the one I was talking about at dinner last night,” you told him.

Lily jumped from your arms and wrapped herself around Spencer’s neck. Spencer accepted the baby chimp into his arms. He had gotten pretty used to the animals because he had been dating you for just over a year and you specialized in working with the monkeys.

“Do you want to feed her?” you handed him the bottle.

Spencer rocked Lily gently back and forth as she drank from the bottle.

“She’s just like a real baby. She’s even got a diaper and everything,” Spencer smiled softly.

“You want your own someday?” you asked, watching the oddly domestic scene in front of you.

“I do,” he nodded.

“Good. Me too,” you smiled.

Once Lily finished her bottle and was sleeping soundly, you put her back in her crib that had a cage over the top so she couldn’t climb out. She would go back to the chimp cage with her mom once she was awake.

“It’s feeding time,” you grabbed Spencer’s hand, “Want to come?”

Spencer nodded, “I finished all my paperwork today so Hotch let me go early.”

Spencer got on the back of the 4-wheeler, wrapping his arms around your waist in order to not fall off. You turned the throttle to start moving and Spencer tucked his head into your neck.

“Okay?” you yelled so he could hear you as you sped through the pathway between different exhibits.

“Perfect!” he smiled, passing by the zebra field and the lion den.

You came to a stop in a shady corner of the park.

The biggest gorilla jumped off his tire swing and ran to the edge of the cage, excitedly banging his fists when he saw the bucket of bananas you were hauling towards the fence.

“Okay, okay, I’m coming, Bruce, I’m coming,” you laughed.

While Spencer was getting used to the zoo life, he was still warming up to the larger animals so he stayed his distance from the gorilla pen.

You dumped the whole bucket over the fence along with some bamboo shoots mixed with vitamins to keep the gorillas healthy.

“I’ll come back later, Brucie. I gotta feed your neighbors. Let’s show Spencer what you learned first,” you turned to make sure Spencer was watching before you blew a kiss to the gorilla.

Bruce picked his arm up from the ground and blew you a sloppy wet kiss with pieces of banana flying out of his mouth.

“Ew, Bruce!” you laughed, “We need to work on your manners next.”

Spencer cautiously approached the cage next to you and blew a kiss as well. He grinned excitedly when Bruce returned the sentiment.

“He likes me, Y/N!”

“Of course he does! I talk about you all the time with him,” you smiled.

“Gorillas are very highly intelligent creatures. They can develop bonds, have a wide variety of emotions, and think about the past and future. So it’s not crazy to think he understood some of what you were saying,” Spencer stated.

“Okay, we gotta go before the spider monkeys get too hungry and start picking fights with each other,” you waved goodbye to Bruce who waved back.

You walked the short distance to the smaller spider monkey cage. Three spider monkeys lived there, all named after famous animated Disney monkeys. Abu from Aladdin, Rafiki from The Lion King, and Louie named after King Louie from The Jungle Book.

You tossed the contents of your bucket consisting of mainly seeds, nuts, and mashed-up bananas onto the ground of the pen.

The monkeys all scampered down from the tree branches to dive into the food. You watched them eat for a bit, stroking Louie’s hair. Abu was making himself very comfortable on Spencer’s head, dropping leftover seeds into his hair.

“I’m getting pretty hungry myself,” you sighed.

“I brought paninis,” Spencer informed you.

“This is why I love you,” you leaned over to kiss him and Abu crawled from his head to yours as your lips connected.

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After eating lunch under a shady tree near the elephant exhibit, you headed back to your office to get Lily.

Spencer insisted on carrying her back to the chimpanzee cage. Lily was on his back with her arms wrapped around his neck as you held his hand.

“I have to give her back to her mom because I already have a bond with her and she tends to lash out at male figures,” you told Spencer and accepted Lily into your arms as you opened the gate door.

You slowly approached Lily’s mom to show you weren’t a threat and set Lily down a few feet away so she could run into her mom’s arms.

As you closed the gate door, Spencer cupped your cheeks and kissed you.

“You’re going to make an amazing mom someday, Y/N. You are so kind and compassionate, it’s one of the many things I love about you,” he whispered as he pulled away.

“And you’re going to make an amazing dad in about 8 months, Spence,” you spoke softly.

Spencer pulled away from your face a little bit more to read your microexpressions, “Love, are you serious?”

You nodded with a smile.

“Oh my god, oh my god,” he pulled you back in for a hug with happy tears brimming in his eyes.

“I took a test this morning after you left for work. I’m assuming I’m about a month in but we’ll have to set up an ultrasound appointment,” you cried happily into his chest.

“Yes, of course, whatever you need, love,” Spencer promised.

A/N: can you tell i did a report on monkeys in fifth grade and that information hasn’t left my mind for some reason

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[sergle]

PENALTY GAME yugi's shirt and leather pants: become a crop top and capris joey's t-shirt and jeans: become the powder-blue hell that yugi now lives in

[pappydaddy]

Tribulations (n.w.)

 A/N: I am slowing knocking these requests down! I am so happy to finally be able to get these imagines out for you guys who have waited so, so patiently!! This one is for the lovely anon who requested Nancy x fem!reader with a secret relationship. I had no idea what to title this so I just went with a word😅! This has some hardcore angst so I hope you don’t mind! Hope you enjoy it lovely💛!

Pairing: Nancy Wheeler x Fem!Reader

Show/Movie: Stranger Things

Requested

Inspired by: i love you by billie eilish (slowed + reverb) (first bit) and She by dodie (second bit) *creds to owners, found in links)                    

Warnings: Angst with a happy ending, argument, fluff.

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 There was a certain comfort about hiding something so tender from everyone else. Maybe it was the fact that it remained untouched by the menacing hands of the outside world, maybe it was the fact that it laid in the shadows, unseen by everyone else. Whatever it was, Nancy didn’t have a problem continuing this charade of hiding her relationship from her friends and family. She was perfectly content on hiding the loving touches and kisses that she and Y/N shared in the confines of their rooms. 

 Y/N on the other hand was growing tired of being hidden. She wanted nothing more than to hold Nancy’s hand as they walked down the street in the daylight. She wanted to kiss her in front of their friends just as Nancy had done with her boyfriend’s in the past. She wanted to have the sickeningly cute relationship you saw in the movies, but yet, she was restricted to stealing kisses when they snuck away under the pretenses of powdering their noses. 

 “Hey, Nance,” Y/N spoke up, her teeth picking at her bottom lip nervously. She didn’t lift her head off Nancy’s chest, remaining in her comfortable position of laying between Nancy’s thighs, their stomachs pressing together. Nancy hummed, her fingers continuing to comb through Y/N’s hair. “I’ve been thinking-”  

 “Uh oh, thinking almost always leads to something.” Nancy commented, trying to keep the lightness of the situation, almost as if she knew exactly what Y/N was going to try and talk about. Y/N sensed her girlfriend’s nerves rising, the panic stirring under her calm surface. She pulled herself from Nancy’s embrace, suddenly the calmness she once felt a second ago turned to undeniable tension. Sitting on her knees, she faced Nancy who sat up, pulling her knees to her chest. 

 “Yeah, that’s kinda the whole point,” Y/N nodded awkwardly, tangling her fingers together nervously. “Um, I was just wondering when we could maybe tell people about us,” She spoke the question that had been weighing on her mind for some time. “It doesn’t have to be everyone, it can start with Robin and Steve or something, or maybe just Robin, it doesn’t matter as long as you’re comfortable, but I just want someone else to know about us.” She rambled, worried that the thought of telling everyone they knew would freak Nancy out too much. 

 “I don’t know, Y/N, I kind of like this.” Nancy shrugged, wrapping her arms around herself. Y/N sighed, her shoulders slumping. She knew that Nancy had worked at breaking from the mold of the perfect daughter, trying to stop living with a safety net under her at all times, but she also knew that the safety net had only dropped so far. 

 “Like what, Nancy? Like only being able to hold each other within a certain four walls? Is this all our relationship will be? Hiding in our rooms, stealing kisses in empty public washrooms?” Y/N pressed, gesturing to the room they currently sat in. The walls of Nancy’s room was a sight that Y/N saw pretty much daily, but right now, she would rather be anywhere else. 

 “Of course not,” Nancy defended, her mouth falling open as she struggled to find a way to reply to her. “But you have to admit that there is something special about keeping this,” She gestured between herself and Y/N who remained at the foot of her bed, keeping as much distance between them as she could. “Keeping us away from them.” She pointed her finger towards her window. Y/N glanced towards it before shaking her head.   

 “Look Nancy, I get that you’re nervous to tell people and that’s okay, but honestly,” She took a deep breath. “You might be okay with hiding us from the world, but it makes me feel like shit. It makes me think that you don’t want people to know that you’re dating me and that hurts.” Tears stung her eyes, but she hurriedly blinked them away. She kept her eyes from meeting Nancy’s brown ones, knowing that if she looked at them, she wouldn’t be able to stop the salty tears from streaking down her cheeks. 

 “That’s not what I meant to do, you have to trust me, Y/N/N,” Nancy pleaded, rolling onto her knees to reach for Y/N’s hands. Y/N scrambled off the bed, standing in the middle of Nancy’s room with her hands raised in the air to avoid Nancy from teaching them. She shook her head, a lump forming in her throat. “I never meant for you to feel like that, I just think it’d be better if we keep our relationship a secret for a bit longer-” 

 “Yeah, a bit longer,” Y/N’s voice was weak as she tried to hold back her emotions, her bitter sarcasm straining through just enough for Nancy to recognize it. “That’s what you said two months ago! And two months before that,” She exclaimed loudly. Nancy sent a panicked look to the closed bedroom door, shushing Y/N. “Christ Nancy! We’re nearing our one year anniversary and we are still keeping us a secret,” She continued. Nancy opened her mouth to talk, but Y/N unknowingly cut her off, finally meeting Nancy’s eyes. “Why,” She spoke the word softly, so softly that it was almost unheard. “Why do you want to keep us a secret?” Hurt was evident in her voice and Nancy knew that nothing she could say would make that hurt go away right now.  

 “I-I,” She stammered, this time, it was her eyes that dropped from Y/N’s. “I-”  

 “Is it because you’re dating me, a girl,” Y/N posed the question with a strained voice. This time a tear did roll down her cheek. “Because I really don’t want to think that you would be ashamed of that, but I really cannot find another reason why you would be so adamant about keeping us a secret. And if you’re not ready to come out to people yet, that’s fine. I am completely okay with that because that’s something you have to do on your own time, but all I am asking for is for you to tell me so that we can figure out where we can go from here,” She ranted her voice wobbling. She looked up at the ceiling, trying to will the tears and lump in her throat away, but it was useless. “Because I don’t want to sit here and just be a secret forever.”  

 “That’s not the reason! Maybe it’s part of it, but trust me when I say that I am ready to come out to my mom and brother! Even our friends, but I don’t want to fully disclose our relationship with them.” Nancy told her, her eyes wide.  

 “That’s the thing, Nancy,” She sighed. “I don’t want to force you to come out to anyone if you’re not ready. If you were truly ready, you would have talked about it or at least thought about before you realized that you could lose me from this,” Y/N finally shuffled back over to the bed, sitting on the edge of it, just far enough out of Nancy’s reach to let her know she still didn’t want to be touched. “I’m not saying I want to break-up, I am saying that I want to talk about this with you, but I think we both need to take some time and think about what we want separately and then talk.”  

 “So you want to go on a break?” Nancy’s voice wobbled this time, her bottom lip quivering ever so slightly.  

 “No, just take a day or two, think about it and then we can talk and see where to go from there. We need to start communicating instead of just brushing everything under the rug,” Y/N paused, hesitantly reaching her hand out to lay in over Nancy’s, their eyes connecting. “But don’t feel like you need to come out to keep me, I don’t want to force you to come out, I just want to talk.” She reminded her. 

 “Talk,” Nancy nodded, swallowing thickly. “We can do that.”  

 “Okay,” Y/N whispered, pulling her hand off Nancy’s slowly. “I’m going to go now, call me when you want to talk?” She asked, picking her bag up off the floor. Nancy nodded, her lips pressing together in an attempt to stop the trembling. She didn’t answer, too scared that she’d break down if she opened her mouth to speak.  

 With a final nod and a tight smile, Y/N opened the door to Nancy’s room. It felt like even more of a weight settled down upon her now that the fate of their relationship hung in the balances of uncertainty as she closed the door behind her and quickly made her way out of the Wheeler household. “Leaving so soon, Y/N, I was just going to go up and ask if you were staying for dinner tonight.” Mrs. Wheeler perked up as the teen rushed past the entrance of the dining room. Y/N stopped, backing up to peek her head around the wall, a fake smile on her lips.  

 “Uh, not tonight Mrs. Wheeler, thanks for the offer though! I’m just really swamped with College Applications and stuff, the busy life of a Senior!” She lied, hoping the older woman would buy it. Mrs. Wheeler hummed, nodding as if she hadn’t bought the lie she gave her. 

 “You’re coming to the movie night this weekend though, right?” Mike popped up, blinking at the girl. The monthly movie night. It started with just Y/N, Steve, Robin, and the kids before it expanded to include Nancy after her break-up with Jonathan. 

 “I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” She told him, earning a smile from the lanky teen. “See you, Mrs. Wheeler, thank you for having me!” She called over her shoulder, escaping the seemingly cheery house as she felt like she was suffocating. She regretted bringing the topic up. She wanted to huddle back under the shade of the shadows, the protection of blissful ignorance, but she knew that if they wanted to progress this relationship any farther, they had to talk about this sooner or later.  

 She held onto her tears long enough to slip into her car, but the second the door slammed, her shoulders shook as tears rolled freely down her cheeks. The fear that maybe this might be the end of her relationship weighing heavily on her mind. ____  

  “Nancy?” Y/N gasped in shock when she pulled her front door open to see her girlfriend standing on her porch. Nancy looked up from her feet, her eyes connecting with Y/N’s. Tension and an air of awkwardness surrounded them as they stood there staring at each other. 

 “Um, I know you asked me to call you, but I was out driving and I thought that there was no better time to talk than now,” Nancy explained, shuffling her feet. Y/N blinked, not having expected Nancy to be ready to talk so soon (a day) after the fight. “Could I come in?” She asked the stunned girl, pointing past her into her house.  

 “Yeah, yeah,” Y/N nodded, stepping aside as she ran a hand over her face. “Come in, and uh, sit down, my parents are out for the night so we can talk in the living room if you’d like.” Y/N swallowed, gesturing towards the empty living room. 

 “Thank you.” Nancy whispered in passing, slipping into the house and practically beelining towards the living room. Y/N softly closed the door, leaning her forehead against the wood of it before pushing off it and joining Nancy.  

 “Would you like a drink or something before we start talking,” She asked, rubbing the back of her neck. Nancy shook her head, settling down on the couch, placing her bag by her feet delicately. “Okay,” Y/N nodded, rubbing her nervous palms on her jeans. She sat on the opposite end of the couch stiffly, clearing her throat. “So, you’re ready to talk about us?”  

 “Yeah, um,” Nancy shifted, angling her body to look at Y/N better from the corner of her eyes. She kept her gaze on her interlocked fingers that were placed in her lap. “I gave it a lot of thought.” Nancy informed her. Y/N hummed, turning her head to look at Nancy, waiting for her to continue, but she didn’t.

 “And?”  

 “And I am ready to come out to our friends and my mom, but I just don’t know about telling them about us.” Nancy slowly let her eyes flirt up to look at Y/N, avoiding eye contact despite being glued to her face. Y/N nodded, pulling her face away from the girl, looking off towards the wall in front of her. The lump returned, blocking her airway.  

 “Okay, may I ask why you don’t want to tell them about us?” She wondered, trying to keep her watering eyes from developing into tears. Her heart sinking to the bottom of her feet. 

 “I don’t really know, it’s just that this is good - what we have is good.” Nancy tried to explain.

 “Can I ask if you feel scared to tell people about us?” Y/N once again wondered, not wanting to push Nancy into doing something she didn’t want to, but also wanting to be happy in a relationship. She wanted to be with Nancy, but if Nancy wasn’t willing to consider the option of telling someone about their relationship, Y/N wasn’t sure she would be happy in the relationship.  

 “No, of course not,” Nancy defended honestly, slumping when she realized that she would have to expose the real reason to Y/N. “I just don’t want anything to change. I like how this is going and I don’t want to let the world at what we have, it’s too tender and too soft for the world.”  

  “If what we have is too soft for the world then it’s doomed because even hidden behind a curtain of secrecy, our relationship still had to stand the test of the world,” Y/N told her, still not looking towards the slack-jawed girl. “Look, Nancy, the world will get to us, maybe even more if we keep this a secret. Change is inevitable, it will get us either way.”  

 “I get that, but for right now, we can protect this from the world for just a bit longer!” Nancy cried, trying to prove her point. Y/N shook her head, turning her watery eyes to look at Nancy. 

 “Don’t you see it, Nance? This right here,” She gestured around the room and between them. “This fight, this argument that we’re having. This is the world getting at we have. And as much as I respect your desire to stay a secret, I just can’t be happy in a secret relationship that has no signs of becoming public at all.”  

 “So you want to break-up?” Nancy’s question was so similar to the one she asked the other day and she wished that Y/N’s answer would be the same as it was that time. Nancy let out a breath when Y/N shook her head.

 “No, I don’t want to break-up, but I want to know that eventually, we will tell our friends at least because I love you and I want to hold your hand, I don’t want to pretend to be just friends in front of everyone. I love you Nancy Wheeler and I want to show you that I love you in front of our friends because it kills me to hear them asking you if you’ve met anyone and for you to tell them no.” Y/N ranted, her eyes darting away from Nancy’s once again.  

 Nancy sat there, her world shattering around her at the words Y/N spoke to her. “You love me?” Nancy whispered, hoping that Y/N didn’t mean those words.

 “Yeah,” Y/N whispered back, her body riddled with anxiety. She could hear Nancy swallow from the deafening silence blanketing the room. Y/N’s tongue darted out to wet her lips nervously, waiting for Nancy to say something. “If you don’t want to say it back, it’s fine. Really, and it’s okay that you don’t want to tell people about us, but I just want you to tell me that there is a chance of us telling people about us before I fall any deeper.”  

 Nancy watched the glistening tear roll down Y/N’s cheek, a ball forming in her throat and a suffocating weight being placed on her chest. “I-I don’t know,” Nancy stuttered out, standing from the couch, her purse dangling from her fingers. “I need to go and think more, I guess I wasn’t ready for this yet, I’m sorry, Y/N,” She rushed out. Y/N stood, her heart falling from Nancy’s hands and splattering on the carpeted floor under their feet. “I’ll call you when I’ve figured it out, okay?” Nancy fled to the door, yanking it open and darting to her car before Y/N could even get to the front door herself. 

 “Wait, Nancy,” Y/N called, scrambling onto the porch, watching as the girl she loved slid into a Station Wagon. “Where does this leave us?” Her voice echoed into the night, but it didn’t receive an answer. ____

  The weekend rolled around faster than Y/N wanted to. She had waited for so long for Nancy to come and talk to her, but her phone never rang nor did her doorbell. Y/N regretted a lot of things. The deep regret of bringing this up in the first place still grew in her stomach, the regret of saying that she loved her in the height of emotions piled on top of that to great a giant pile of regret. 

 Nancy on the other hand was high strung. Her mind ran a mile a minute. Her thoughts were all occupied by Y/N. The way her touch made her feel, the way her smile lit up the world, the beautiful melody that was her laugh. Before, she wasn’t sure why she wanted to keep the beautiful relationship between them a secret, but it came to her suddenly. She was scared, scared of having this relationship fail too. She had fallen out of love with Steve easily when Jonathan crept his way into her heart then she fell out of love with Jonathan due to the struggles of long-distance. When Y/N had uttered those words to her, it re-enforced that fear, but also made it clear that Nancy was once again free falling. She couldn’t escape her feelings, they were there and they needed to be tended to.  The doorbell to the Wheeler household rang through the still house, jolting Nancy out of her thoughts. It was Y/N without a doubt, the others were already piled in the basement waiting for the movie night to begin. Swallowing thickly, Nancy chewed on her bottom lip. She stood from her bed, rushing down the stairs when she heard her mom greeting Y/N with excitement. She always loved Y/N. “Y/N,” Nancy exclaimed, stopping on the turn of the stairs. Y/N snapped her head up at the call of her name as did Mrs. Wheeler. “Could I talk to you in my room for a second?” She nodded her head up the stairs, her eyes pleading.  

 “Yeah, of course, Nancy.” Y/N nodded, her voice full of worry and nerves. She was convinced that Nancy was going to break up with her. That this would be the end to Nancy and Y/N. Mrs. Wheeler sent her daughter a wink and a smile, causing Nancy’s cheeks to flush, but Y/N was too wrapped up in her mind to notice it.  The walk to Nancy’s room was short, but right now it felt like the length of Indiana itself. The silence between them was absolutely stifling. Nancy closed the door behind them, not missing the way Y/N moved to the other side of the room - putting as much distance between them as she could. 

  “Hi.” Nancy breathed, turning to face the silent girl. Y/N blinked, obviously filled with anxiety.  

 “You wanted to talk to me?” Y/N reminded, her hands slipping into the pockets of her denim jacket. Nancy cleared her throat, nodding. She took a few hesitant steps towards Y/N, not too many that she made her feel uncomfortable, but enough for her to get closer. From there, she was able to catch a whiff of Y/N’s calming scent from the spring breeze rolling in from the open window. Nancy took the chance to breathe it in, having missed it for the past few days.  

 “Yeah, I realized something while we were apart,” Nancy paused, looking down as she fiddled with her fingers. “I realized a lot actually and I’m not really sure where to start-”  

 “Just start where it feels natural, let your gut choose.” Y/N offered, making Nancy look up at her. The last rays of the sun shining through the window, creating a glow around her, making her look like an angel. Nancy lost her thoughts as she gazed upon her, the hues of pink and orange glowing off her skin, looking like a painting you would find in the Le Louvre.  

 “You mean everything to me,” She exhaled, startled that it had slipped out of her mouth. “Oh wow, okay, guess we are going with that first,” She admitted bashfully, dropping her head to face the carpet to hide the blush dusting her cheeks from Y/N. “I love you Y/N, so much and the reason I ran after you said that was because you were right, right about me being scared,” She sucked a breath in, trying to keep all the mustered up confidence that she had in her. “I was scared of those words, scared of yet another failed relationship and that’s why I was so against us telling people.”  

 “And what about now,” Y/N stepped one step closer, feeling hopeful. “Are you still scared?”  

 Nancy shook her head gently. “A little, but I’m more excited to see where this goes if you still love me.”  

 “Of course I still love you! It would take an awful lot for me not to love you,” Y/N smiled, taking a few more steps towards Nancy. Nancy took two steps, the two meeting in the center of the room, face to face. Their mouths were both stretched into large smiles, matching blushes painting their cheeks as they held each other. “You mean everything to me.” She whispered, leaning her face closer to Nancy’s. Nancy giggled, closing the distance between them to press their lips together.  

 They both welcomed the taste of each other, missing it desperately. Warmth spread through Y/N’s body, feeling like every single nerve was alive with happiness from the touching of their lips. Pulling back from the tender kiss, Nancy still held Y/N tight to her. “I want to tell them.”  

 “Tell them that you like girls and guys?” Y/N questioned, not knowing that Nancy had come out yet. 

 “I already told my family that, they are very accepting, my dad was a bit cold, but mom talked to him,” Nancy told her as if it wasn’t a big deal, but the growth of her smile told Y/N otherwise. “I want to tell them about us. I am pretty sure my mom already knows, I think she knew before I came out, but I want to tell our friends. Tonight.”  

 “Are you sure, I don’t want you to think that you have to do that in order for me to stay with you because I’ll stay with you regardless.” Y/N worried, not wanting to pressure Nancy into anything she didn’t want to do. 

 “I want to, I think it’d be a good baby step for us to slowly not be a secret anymore.” Nancy confirmed, pulling away from Y/N, but keeping one of her hands tightly in her grasp, her eyes twinkling with pure happiness. 

 “Only if you’re sure. You can take the reins on this one in case you change your mind, okay?” Nancy ignored this, pulling Y/N towards the door and into the hall, her fingers intertwining with Y/N’s absent-mindedly. Their hearts beat wildly in their chests as they rushed down the main stairs and dashed to the basement door. The room was already dark, the only light being from the blue screen coming from the TV, the VCR already prepped for the movie night.  

 “ ‘Bout time you two got down here.” Dustin grumbled from his spot on the floor next to Mike. 

 “Sorry, but we had to discuss something that we want to share with you guys,” Nancy could barely contain her excitement as she shared a giddy, love-struck look with Y/N. The group looked at her, Steve and Robin sitting on the couch with their feet propped up on the middle cushion. Max and Lucas sat on the floor with their backs pressed against the couch. “We’re dating, have been for almost a year.” They looked back at the group to see them all sharing looks.

“So,” Mike spoke up, as they all turned to look at the two girls again. “We already knew that. For a while now.” 

 “Wait, what?” Nancy sputtered, her eyes wide, her mouth falling open in shock.  

 “For starters, you guys are not discrete at all.” Steve broke the news, tossing a piece of popcorn into his mouth. Nancy scoffed, rolling her eyes, muttering a small ‘says you’ under her breath, earning a whine from her ex-boyfriend.  

 “Secondly, you should see the way you two look at each other, it was so obvious that you guys were mad for each other,” Robin shrugged. “Now hurry up and sit down so we can start this movie, I’ve been itching to see it.” Robin ordered, pointing to the armchair that was conveniently the only chair left for them.  

 “And we thought this would be ground-breaking news,” Y/N chuckled, shaking her head as Nancy led her across the darkroom. Plunking down in the soft chair, Nancy pulled Y/N down to sit on her lap, but Y/N shimmied so that only her legs rested over Nancy’s lap. “I love you.” She hummed, snuggling into her girlfriend.  

 Nancy pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I love you too, Angel.”

[powderblueblood]

Powder!

for the 200 Cigarette prompts!

what about "Desperate? You could stand there naked with a mattress strapped to your back and still look like a vestal virgin."

happy NYE ✨

200 CIGARETTES SENTENCE PROMPTS! happy new year betty a grá! i took so long with this because i fuckin LOVE THIS LINE and it inspired a little moment with nancy lol

"really?"

"don't talk." you finish applying the last in a laborious series mascara coats to nancy's lashes, re-potting your brush. she reaches for her champagne, which buzzes harshly against her tastebuds on impact-- jungle juice she could do, but your tastes took getting used to.

which is why she'd asked you to dress her up tonight. she wanted to feel like a luxurious foreign object.

"besides, desperate is a state of mind, more than an appearance. a state of mind," you tell her, sticking a cigarette between your teeth, "that can be altered."

sapphire sparkles create the illusion of light refracting in nancy's eyes, which is good, which she likes-- she at least wants to look like she's alive in there. she looks at herself in the mirror and you look at her, looking at herself, and draw on your cigarette.

it would be so easy for nancy to use tonight to look beautiful and tragic, but instead she looks beautiful and decadent. nancy makes herself small far too often-- streamlining her whole self through the lens of her work or her obligations, so there's little room left for her to enjoy what fun it is being a girl. just a girl.

a girl who's still a little nervous about letting herself be dressed up by someone like you.

"c'mon. desperate is desperate, you know what i mean." nancy scoffs, tossing her faux glittering eyes and adjusting the low neckline on the dress you'd loaned her.

"no, i don't," you say, tapping off your ash and giving her a low-lit, wicked look, "desperate for what?"

nancy stutters, bashfully, searching around. she hates when you do this, and you know that, but you're so good at it. and she always ends up a little more grateful when you take the time to pry her open.

"desperate for love? desperate for attention? desperate for a good time? we put so many fucking conditions on wanting. why do we do that, nance?"

nancy shakes her head and steals a sip of your champagne. you're both so collegiate now, it's bordering on parody. "let me guess-- guilt of greed is another bullshit female habit?"

you snap your painted fingers, bangles jangling. "right on the money. so what are you desperate for?"

standing up, you stand behind her in the golden bath of your vanity mirror, fingers adjusting a few of her wild curls. you repeat, "what are you desperate for?"

nancy leans against you, her head hitting your stomach, her fingers clutching at your wrists.

"a good time!"

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[an-unknown-writers-world]

The Perfect Slope

Day Eleven: Sledding

Part of @panicfob​ 25 Days of Christmas Challenge

Warnings: None

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (First Person, nameless)

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson

Word Count: 1340

A/N:  This one is a little weird (to me at least), not sure where I was going or what I was doing. But this is what came out. I hope you enjoy it! If you missed any of the previous ten days you can find them here - Masterlist. And as always, thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking the time to read this. 

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“I’m not going to have any feeling in my limbs before this is over.” I stood shaking in an attempt to keep warm.

“Stop being a party pooper,” Sam replied.

“I thought you were the one who loved snow?” Bucky added.

“I do, it's beautiful and makes everything look magical. But that doesn’t mean I want to stand in a foot of snow in the middle of the night.”

“Um, it’s not the middle of the night,” Sam looked at his wrist as if he had a watch on, “It’s fun o’clock.”

Bucky laughed as he patted snow down into a firm mound.

The blizzard conditions had passed and the snow had temporarily quit falling. Fourteen inches of white powder covered the ground creating a beautiful winter wonderland. The hill behind the compound looked like a slide all on its own, but now Bucky and Sam were using various shovels to flatten and smooth the snow for the “perfect sled slope”.

“How long until you’re done?” I pleaded.

“Five-ish minutes,” Bucky replied. “You could wait inside.”

“Someone needs to supervise the two of you, you already tried to build this towards the lake,” I replied skeptical of their sudden bonding. “This perfect sled slope,” I mocked the name, “seems like a perfect way to get hurt.”

Bucky stood up and leaned the shovel against the four-wheeler. “We’ll be fine.”

“You maybe, you’re a super-soldier. He’s very breakable.”

“So are you,” Sam said throwing snow at me.

“I’m not getting on that thing.”

“What if we did it together?” Bucky asked coming to stand in front of me.

I shook my head, “You know that irrational fear you have about ice skating?”

“Yeah,” He nodded,

“Well, I have one too. But with sleds.”

Bucky’s forehead squished together in confusion, “You have a fear of your hand getting taken off by a sled?”

I laughed, “No, but that I’ll crash and break my neck. It’s evolved since my childhood, I used to think my head would pop off.”

“Like a barbie?” Sam interrupted.

I shrugged, “what’s it to you bird brain?”

“We’ll do it together,” Bucky took my gloved hand. “I won’t let you crash.”

“It’s done,” Sam stated.

“He’s going first.” I pointed at Sam.

From the top of the hill, you could go one of two ways, into the courtyard of the compound or into the lake. It had been below freezing for almost three weeks now, so the lake was frozen, not enough to skate on but you could definitely walk along the edges. When I came outside to find out what they were doing they were building the slope towards the lake, neither of them could see the issue since the lake was frozen, it took almost ten minutes of arguing to get them to change the direction.

The slope was at least thirty yards long, they had done a pretty good job defining a line and smoothing it. It was an impressive feat that they accomplished in just a short hour and a half; it was equally impressive that they did it with minimal snowball fighting. There were three sleds next to the four-wheeler but there was no way I was going down alone.

Sam sat on his sled at the top of the slope, the smile on his face was that of a small child on Christmas morning.

“If you sit there much longer, I’m going to push you,” Bucky stated.

I stepped around Bucky so I could see the full length of the slope before walking over to Sam. Turning my back to him, I made eye contact with Bucky and winked.

“Hey Sam, remember a few months back when you scared me in the gym, and I fell off the treadmill?” I questioned.

“Is that how you got hurt?” Bucky asked.

“What about it?” Sam challenged.

“I told you that I was going to get you back for it.”

Sam looked at me and then Bucky, he opened his mouth to speak, but it was already too late I shoved the sled with my foot, hard enough to start it down the slope. It took him a few feet to finally get stable on the sled, but when he did, he slid at a quick pace. Bucky was laughing so hard he was grabbing at his chest.

“Bet he didn’t see that coming,” I said to Bucky.

“I didn’t see that coming,” He replied honestly. “Is that how you ended up on crutches?”

“Yep, it was unintentional, and I knew better than to run with my headphones in. That’s why we have a giant sound system in the gym.”

Sam fell off the side of the slope in a fit of laughter.

“Clearly he’s not mad,” I chuckled.

Bucky picked up the sled in his hand, my nerves started to go wild. I knew he would do everything to keep me safe, and I just watched Sam go down without any problem. I kept trying to silently remind myself it would be fine.

“Hey you, c’mere,” Bucky said pulling me into his side.

I laid my head on his shoulder breathing in his warmth.

“I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” He promised.

“I know,” I mumbled into his chest.

Sam was still laughing as he sat on his sled at the bottom of the hill.

“I’m taking the world’s hottest shower after this is over and going straight to bed,” I whined.

Bucky laughed softly, “Guess that means you’re not cashing in on that bet tonight?”

“Nope, you’re just going to have to stew on it, waiting and not knowing when I’m going to.” I pulled back smiling up at him.

He kissed my forehead and pulled away.

“Are you gonna go or what?” Sam called out.

“Yeah, yeah. Aren’t you supposed to fly south for the winter or something?” Bucky shouted back as he climbed onto the sled.

I laughed waiting for him to signal for me. It didn’t take long for him to settle and hold out his hand for me. I sat in front of him, between his legs, his one hand wrapped around my front, he squeezed ever so softly making sure I was held securely to him.

“Ready?” He asked.

One last deep breath.

“Ready,” I replied.

He pushed off, sending us down the slope at a way to fast of a speed. The weight of two people and the perfectly smooth snow made for a quick trip. When Sam got to the bottom his speed dwindled and he scooted off, our speed it wasn’t dwindling. The mountain of snow at the bottom of the hill came up quick, but not so quick that a scream didn’t escape as we crashed into it.

It was soft and dry snow, so it didn’t hurt, but it certainly wasn’t comfortable. Bucky laughed as he pulled me close to him in the snow. It was hard to be mad at him for crashing when it was completely unavoidable, not to mention the amount of snow in his hair made him look like Jack Frost. It quickly became a fit of laughter between the three of us, there wasn’t anything that funny. Late nights, well, in this case, three am, and being overtired could lead to these kinds of fits, they were common for me.

When they finally settled and we all sat amongst the snow, I turned to Bucky with a smile and a small poorly shaped snowball hidden behind my back; he leaned down at placed a quick peck to lips. As he pulled away, I threw the snowball at him.

“That’s for making us crash.”

Sam burst into laughter again. “This is my queue to go get the shovels.” He got up and started to walk away.

Bucky kissed me again, this time with more heat and need. When we finally pulled apart, I laid my head against his shoulder.

“I’d do it again if meant I could hold you so close.” He whispered in my ear.

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ashes, ashes

mike wheeler/el hopper 2k - read on ao3 a/n: here’s an extremely soft scene set during s3 that I know will be canon-divergent in just a week (can ya’ll BELIEVE) but for now is completely canon-compliant!

“What about the Ferris wheel?” Mike asks as he and El stand in the center of the summer carnival – the Fun Fair, as the mayor called it during his speech earlier in the evening. Night has fallen on the fair’s very first day in Hawkins and now everything is bright and loud and lively. Rainbows of flashing lights shimmer and dance, joyous laughter rings out from the hundreds of people milling around, and the thick, sweet scent of cotton candy and funnel cake wafts through the air. With cicadas buzzing in the trees beyond the fairgrounds and the temperature just the right combination of summer’s heat and evening’s chill, it’s a perfect night.

All of it, though, would be utterly meaningless if not for the girl standing by Mike’s side. He looks over at El – she doesn’t seem to have heard his suggestion about the Ferris wheel at all. Instead she’s gazing wide-eyed around the carnival, absorbing it all bit by bit. Mike’s heart swells just by watching her. It’s almost painful to look at her; she’s so beautiful, always, and especially now, with the rainbow lights dancing over her cheeks and lighting up her eyes. Her sweet, pink lips that Mike will never grow tired of kissing are pulled up in a faint smile as she slowly turns in a circle, awe painted across her face. She’s wearing her hair loose, the soft waves brushing her shoulders, and Mike barely holds himself back from reaching up right then and there and running his hand through it. He remembers just yesterday, when she fell asleep on the couch while they were watching a movie and he was able to take all the time in the world to stroke her hair, hold her delicate hand, softly run his thumb over her knuckles. He marveled for hours at how she was truly there – he hasn’t been able to stop doing this ever since he got her back. She was there with him then, at the lowest lows of last autumn, and she’s here with him now, breathing and living and alive, her golden heart beating and her silver soul glowing.

He loves her. Of this, he’s certain. He loves her more and more with every second that passes, every time their eyes meet, every kiss and every laugh and every word. He just hasn’t had the courage to tell her yet.

A bit of powdered sugar from the funnel cake they shared earlier dusts the corner of her mouth and Mike, unable to help the ache in his heart and the ever-present pull he has towards her, softly brushes it away with his knuckle. She blinks, her priceless attention and her endless, sparkling eyes immediately focusing on him.

“Hey,” he says with a small smile, tucking a wayward strand of hair behind her ear. Her cheeks go pink and her smile grows into something radiant and oh, how Mike loves her. Tell her, you idiot. She deserves to know.

“Hi,” she says, her smile no longer as shy as it was when they first got back to each other and started this thing known as a relationship. It was hesitant back then, which Mike thinks was mostly his fault because all he could do was stare at her and wonder if she was real or just a ghost that his grief-stricken mind created for him. But they got past it, partly because El couldn’t stop kissing him whenever she had the chance (definitely notan issue) and because all Mike wanted to do for the rest of eternity was be with her, and he couldn’t do that if they were blushing and awkwardly stammering over their words every time they looked at each other. Of course, sometimes she’ll do something adorable like sliding wildflowers into Mike’s hair or enthusing about her soap operas, or something unbelievable like floating just a few inches off the floor so she can kiss him, and when those things happen, he melts into a clumsy, stuttering idiot. But he’s okay with that, of course he is. He wouldn’t want it any other way. And in any case, things are much smoother and more relaxed now, though Hopper might not be too overjoyed about it.

Mike has found out so much more about love in the last six months than he ever thought he would. You’re fourteen, they say. You can’t be in love so young. If only they knew. If only she knew. Sometimes he thinks he loves her so much he’s going to burn to ashes with the intensity of it.

“Do you wanna go on the Ferris wheel?” he asks her again now, gesturing to the conglomeration of steel and colorful lights and swinging chairs towering nearby. “We’ve still got plenty of tickets left.”

El turns her gaze to it and then grins at him. “Yes, I want to! Yes, yes, yes –” Without wasting any more time, she grabs his hand and starts dragging him towards it. Mike can’t help his laughter at her eagerness – he’s so lucky. So, so lucky.

After a minute in line, the entirety of which El spends talking animatedly to him about the mall trip she and Max have planned tomorrow, Mike gives two tickets to the operator and then he follows El into the red, yellow, and white striped chair waiting for them. It’s a two-person chair, just wide enough for them to sit comfortably but close enough for him to be reassured that she’s still right there next to him. The operator latches the gate once they’re in and the wheel cranks up again, moving clockwise so that all they can see at first, as they ride towards the top, is the crisscrossing internal metal structure of the wheel and then everything directly to their left and right.

“Do they do this every year?” El asks, watching the carnival recede below them.

“Not this one. The new mayor made this up just this year, but usually there’s some kind of Christmas festival or Easter parade,” Mike explains. El turns to look at him, still smiling wide.

“Will you show me them, when they come?”

As if he could say no. As if he would ever refuse her or turn down the chance to spend time with her. “Of course I will.”

She grins again and takes his hand, holding it firmly in her lap as she gazes out at Hawkins while the Ferris wheel takes them higher. Mike can’t keep his eyes off her. They’ve been through so much, come so close to permanent loss. He knows that if something were to happen to her again, he wouldn’t be able to handle it. Where she goes, he will always go, from now on until the end of everything, and he doesn’t care whether their final destination is home or school or the Upside-Down or something darker and farther away. He will not lose her. Maybe that makes him crazy or stupid or hopeless or all three, but as he watches her right now, her hand warm and sure in his, he’s never felt a stronger truth. It’s laced in his bones and running in his veins and carved onto his heart.

Tell her, Mike. Just tell her.

What if he doesn’t get the chance again? What if fate decides to tear them away once more? What if, after tonight, everything falls to pieces and it’s too late? At least she’ll know, he thinks. She has to know.

“Oh, wow,” she breathes, pulling him from his reverie. They’ve stopped at the very top of the wheel and spread out around them is Hawkins, its lights glittering against the night sky. Directly below is the carnival, and then surrounding the fairgrounds is a thick forest with the town lying beyond, all of it cast in a crescent of silver moonlight. It’s an impressive sight but when Mike looks at the wonder on El’s face as she takes it all in, everything else immediately pales in comparison. A multitude of stars and constellations dot the sky, reflecting in her eyes, but all Mike can see is her. She is dazzling, magnificent, ethereal - and she’s his.

“I love it up here,” she says, glancing at him before looking around again. Her smile radiates pure happiness and it echoes deep in Mike’s heart. Ashes, ashes. He’s burning.

“It’s pretty cool, isn’t it?”

She nods, and when the Ferris wheel slides back into motion a few moments later, she turns to him. “Thank you, Mike,” she says gently. She raises her free hand to cup his cheek and he’s frozen, paralyzed by her gaze full of starlight, and then his eyes flicker shut and her lips meet his. He feels her eyelashes flutter against his cheeks and his heart stutters. Everything is golden. She is so soft, so sweet, her kiss full of sunshine and courage and spirit and friendship and time. She holds an entire universe within her – as long as Mike has her, he has the world. She is all he needs and all he will ever want.

He just hopes she feels the same way.

“El…” he whispers once they pull apart, their noses still touching. She opens her eyes, and he has to swallow the lump of emotion in his throat.

“Mike,” she says simply, years of memories contained within his name. Tell her.

The words are right there on his tongue. They’ve been there for months now; never has he doubted them. Saying them will be just like stating a fact: the sky is blue, the sun is a star, Mike Wheeler loves El Hopper with every ounce of his being. It’s an irrefutable truth and there’s no better time than now. He loves her, and he’s pretty sure she loves him, and that’s all there is to it.

He takes a small breath, looking into El’s expectant eyes. “El, I lo–“

A sudden jarring screech sends them flying apart and El’s hand clenches Mike’s almost painfully. They’re nearly to the bottom of the wheel; all that lies in front of them for miles and miles is the dense forest where the sound came from, the colorful fair lights glancing and flashing off the closest trees. The wind picks up out of nowhere, sending the Ferris wheel chairs rocking and the forest rustling and shaking as the gale tears through it. Mike stares into the dark, his heart pounding staccato against his chest, all of his thoughts completely scattered. He looks over at El. She’s unhurt, albeit horrified.

“What was that?” he asks her even though he already knows the answer.

And there it is again, unmistakable and drawing everyone’s attention to the woods: a high-pitched, monstrous howl full of malice and promised vengeance. A cold, dead weight drops into Mike’s stomach, chills streaking up and down his spine.

“It’s here,” El says flatly, her hand tight around Mike’s as her eyes roam the forest, searching for the source. He can feel her rapid pulse where their wrists press together.

Mike shakes his head. It’s too soon. He needs more time with her before the world implodes again. “It can’t be. It can’t.”

“It is.” El looks at him intently, her euphoria from moments ago now gone and replaced with a well of sadness in her eyes. There’s a hardness to her expression, a sense of duty and purpose despite how much she might not want that burden. His throat closes up, his chest packed tight with cotton. This isn’t right. He feels like he’s holding on to a fraying rope about to snap. “We need to go, Mike,” she says.

“I just got you back,” he whispers, his breath ragged. He doesn’t want to accept this at all. He wants to stay in this chair with her forever, content in the knowledge that she’s safe, both of them too high up for things like mortality and loss and pain to touch them.

She cups his face with both hands and he can see in her eyes that even though she doesn’t want to leave either, she’s begging him to understand. “I know, Mike. But we have to go.”

Finally, Mike nods, ashes in his heart. Where she goes, he goes. His love will have to wait. It can’t, but it will.

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Hope // Dad!Douglas!Nikki Sixx

Pairing: Dad!Douglas!Nikki x Fem!Reader Request: “Can you do something for a dad Douglas!Nikki? I just like the idea of him as a dad and wanna give you free creative range with it.” Summary: Yours and Nikki’s four year old daughter, Hope Sixx, helping him get ready for a show Warnings: Just fluff!! Word Count: 1579

Rummaging through the dresser drawers, Nikki was in your daughters room helping her get ready for the show tonight.

“What do ya wanna wear tonight, little lady?” He asked, looking through her shirts for the punkest one she owned before turning his head to look at her. Hope only shrugged, sitting on the edge of her bed, kicking her feet.

“How’s this one? Support your dad’s band at his show?”” He suggested, holding up a Motley Crue shirt with the sleeves cut off. Hope nodded enthusiastically, a wide smile on her face as Nikki walked over to her, shirt in hand. He tossed the shirt to the bed before lifting her up from under her armpits before pulling the shirt she had on off and replacing it with the Crue one they had picked out. He figured the jeans she had on were just fine for the show, and he picked her up to rest on his hip as he carried her to the living room to wait for you.

“You almost ready, babe?” He called out to you as he helped Hope pick out her shoes, settling on white converse the guys had drawn on and given her for her birthday a few months ago. Tommy had drawn multicolored hearts and stars and a little drum kit, Vince a childish portrait of him and Hope from memory, and Mick wrote some “inspiring” words along with a few green and blue alien heads.

Walking to meet them, Nikki was greeted with the sight of the woman he fell in love with so many years ago putting the backing of her earring on. Eyes wide, they raked over your figure, studying the way it looked in the black dress and leather jacket you stole from his closet. In your hand was a duffle bag with his concert clothes for him to change into at the venue, an array of leather pants and torn shirts packed together.

“All set?” You asked, Nikki wrapping an arm around your waist as he kissed your cheek, his other hand holding Hope’s tiny one before he led you two out the door and to the car to answer your question.

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Navigating the backstage halls, Hope was perched on her father’s shoulders, giggling as he playfully rushed to the dressing room, dodging roadies and music execs on the way. You simply walked leisurely behind them, admiring how great he is with her. They were always just so adorable together, having fun and laughing and loving each other so much.

“Mommy, mommy! Hurry up!” She called after you in that adorable little voice of hers, giggling as Nikki slowed, nearing the room with a sign saying “NIKKI SIXX, MOTLEY CRUE”. Stopping at the door, he turned to see you making your way toward them.

“You heard the little lady, mommy, hurry up!” He teased, and you rolled your eyes before finally catching up, turning the knob so they could get in without Nikki taking his hands off her legs. Nikki crouched slightly before entering so as to not knock her head on the doorframe, her pigtails bouncing from the change in height as he trotted over to the couch.

“Wanna help me get ready for the show?” He asked her excitedly, setting her down on the couch, and she instantly gave positive reactions, exclaiming “Yes! Yes!” while nodding her head fast. So, he picked her up again and moved to place her on the counter below the mirror before going to grab the duffle bag and rummage through it for something.

“What do ya think of this?” he asked, turning around to face Hope and show her the torn black tank top and leather pants he picked out, and she giggled while nodding her head in agreement with his choices.

“No peeking!” He told her as he turned back around, and she covered her eyes with her tiny hands, giggling even more as she kicked her feet in the air. Nikki started undressing quickly before getting dressed quickly, jumping around a bit to get the pants up and making exaggerated noises to get out more of those adorable laughs of hers.

“Okay sweetie, I’m all dressed now.” He announced, and she uncovered her eyes and took in the gettup her father was wearing. “Whaddya think? Think I’m ready for makeup?” He asked, moving to grab the makeup he had in the duffle bag as well. He took out some theater-grade foundation, blush, and black gel to put on with the help of Hope. He sat down in the chair in front of her, makeup laid out to the side of her tiny legs, and grabbed a sponge to apply to foundation, scooping some onto it before handing it to the little girl in front of him. She happily took it, and after so many times of doing it she knew just how to apply it, places to avoid (“No no honey, I don’t need foundation on my eyeballs, thank you very much.”), and where he may need a little extra. Once she was done with that, she proudly announced she was done, and Nikki grabbed her the rouge and a brush, which she gathered a bit of, tongue sticking out in concentration before deciding she had enough on there.

“Suck in your cheeks, daddy!” She instructed, and you laughed at Nikki’s face as he did as he was told, cheekbones protruding and his lips pursed as Hope took the powder to his cheekbones, carving him with the pink-red color to her satisfaction. Then she proudly announced she was done again, and it was time for her favorite part - the streaks of black under his eyes.

Nikki opened the container for her and held it as she rubbed her thumb on it, gathering it before swiping it across his skin. Then, she went back in for more before doing the same to his other side, smiling proudly at her work.

“And I’m finished!” She announced, Nikki giving her a high five before picking her up and moving her to sit in his lap, and they admired his look in the dirty mirror in front of them.

“I love it! Muah!” he said, placing an exaggerated kiss to her cheek, making her giggle once again. “But now I gotta go in with my eye makeup, the stuff I use is pointy and I’d rather not get my eye poked out by my own kid, okay?” he said, and luckily Hope was an understanding kid and you took her from his lap and moved her to sit on the couch with you as Nikki began applying his eyeliner, smudging the color on his lid to create a smokey effect.

“Five minutes to showtime, Nik.” Doc said from outside the door, knocking three times before leaving. Nikki had just finished up his makeup, so he got up and started jumping around the room, yelling “woo!” over and over, trying to pump himself up. Ever since he went clean for you and Hope, he’s been testing out different ways to get him going for shows, and this was tonight's experiment.

“Alright, I think I’m ready to go out!” Nikki exclaimed, shaking his hands before opening the door. Picking up Hope, you placed her on your hip and you both watched him as he made his way down the corridor, jumping and shaking his hands. He waited for you two when he reached a turn before going right back at it until he made it to the side of the stage where the guys were.

“Hey kiddo! How’s my favorite little girl?” Tommy asked, rushing over to see you and Hope.

“Great, Uncle Tommy!” She replied, looking up at him sweetly.

“Awesome!” He said before moving to cover her face in kisses, the boys always attempting to get her to giggle, and always succeeding in that endeavor.

Then Mick made his way over to you, greeting you while Tommy entertained Hope.

“How are the kids, Y/N?” Mick asked, and you were confused for a second at the plural form of kid.

“What do you mean ‘kids’, Mick?” you asked, wondering if he actually lost it.

“Well, you got the four year old here, and that dumbass over there.” he explained, pointing to Nikki, who was still jumping and screaming. Laughing, you nodded your head in agreement, making Mick crack a smile.

“Ah, well it’s a bit easier to control this one I’m afraid.” You said, nodding your head towards Hope. “This one however…” You trailed off, Nikki coming to stand by your side, placing a kiss to your cheek as his jumping ceased.

“I’ve gotta go on soon, babe, good luck kiss?” He asked, looking at you with puppy-dog eyes. You sighed, rolling your eyes at his childish nature before leaving in to kiss him, lips interlocking briefly before he pulled away hesitantly. Whenever you two kissed, neither of you wanted it to end, and that had never changed through all the years you’ve been together. No matter who pulled away, you both would chase after each others lips, pausing and feeling each other’s breath. He snapped back to reality though, which snapped you back as well, and he pressed a kiss to Hope’s forehead.

“I gotta go, can’t wait to see you after!” He called out, walking backwards and into Vince. A roadie handed him his bass, and him and the guys headed onstage to perform a great show, as usual.

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「Joey 」 @coldcitydomino​​   「x」

                            ⚔  ▸▸  That is... IF their lips managed to meet, instead, barricading between their lips, in an almost-kiss was his hand. A smidgen of pinkiness powdered onto Lass’s cheeks at this implication AND the blond’s action. Unsure... and certainly well unequipped to deal with this sort of dilemma. Romance, relationship, social call... the Striker was incapable of handling it. Even more flushed to the tips of his ears, feeling lips pressed against on the center of his palm. Back against the wall and sandwiched between a hard place and a hard body...

                               「 “I-Is this your way of courting me, Joey wheeler?” 」

              His first time? Why is that up for disclosure? Because there’s no way Lass would indulge anyone in his personal affair and private life? Business and private life were two very separate things... but... what sort of relationship did he have with Joey Wheeler to pique his interest in the Master Assassin himself? Granted, Lass couldn’t very well lie to himself, the blond might be rough around the edge, but he have a handsome look about him, not exactly the brightest crayon in the box... but his intuition and instinct were K E E N than most... if not, he had both burning spirit on top of a golden heart, all positive traits that cause Lass to crumble, because... he liked those traits.

      「 “You realized, you ARE courting or attempting to kiss a demon right?” 」

                                    It’s not like he was  R E J E CT I N G him.