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dwobbitfromtheshire · 6 months

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Stuck Between a Jock and a Metalhead

Summary: Nancy, on a whim, decides to visit Steve at Scoops Ahoy, which leads to her overhearing confessions from Steve that leads her to think about the decisions she's made. A few days later, she decides to come back. She finds him being hit on by the town freak. What's a girl to do? Oh, get stuck in a freezer with the both of them.

A/N: Oops, this wasn't supposed to be so long. I've been working on it for the last couple of days, trying to get Steve’s family background just right.

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Eddie's POV

Eddie sat up in bed with a start and looked at the clock on his bedside table. Oh, fuck he was going to be late. He had spent worrying about how things were going to go that he didn't get very much sleep last night. He had spent that time trying to pick out an outfit, which was stupid because it wasn't like it was a date. The idea of them dating wasn't totally weird though. He knew that three people could date, but the idea that both of them wanted him at the same time. . .it was absurd. Besides, it was clear to see that Steve had eyes for Nancy Wheeler. Not that Eddie could blame him for it, and he certainly couldn't blame Nancy for looking back at him. Eddie tried to get out of bed, but his legs got tangled in the sheets, and he fell out instead.

"I'm fucking cursed," Eddie groaned.

"I keep telling you that you probably pissed off Mother Nature at some point when you were little. Right little terror, you are," Wayne called from the kitchen.

"Ha fucking ha, Uncle Wayne, you're so funny," Eddie growled as he stomped into the kitchen and stole a sip of Wayne's coffee.

"What's got your panties in a bunch, son?" Wayne asked.

"I'm going to hang out with a couple of friends of mine. I woke up late," Eddie said.

"New friends?" Wayne asked.

"Yeah, uh, Steve Harrington and Nancy Wheeler," Eddie replied.

"Harrington? He ain't kin to Otis Harrington, is he?" Wayne asked.

"I think Steve mentioned something about his grandfather's name being Otis," he said. "We're supposed to go through his grandfather's salon today. I volunteered to help him."

"He thinking about reopening it?" Wayne asked.

"I think so. His parents don't really want him to. I met his mom. She's a real. . . bitch," Eddie said.

"Knew his grandfather back when he had the salon open. He was a great man. Did real good on my hair. It was such a shame when he had to close it, and then when he passed," Wayne said. "It's nice that Steve wants to do that and it was real nice that you offered to help."

"Well, it's nothing," Eddie shrugged and pressed an obnoxious kiss to his bald spot. "I'm going to get ready, old man. See you later."

"Boy! I hate it when you do that!"

"No, you don't!"

A moment later, Eddie came out freshly showered wearing his nicest pair of black jean shorts and a new Dio tank top.

"That's a nice shirt. Is it new?" Wayne asked, looking at him knowingly.

"Shut it," Eddie said.

"I was just pointing it out. Your hair is all up in a bun. . .that's nice. Oh, I see you have a fresh coat of black paint on your nails," Wayne said.

"Stop pointing things out! I'm leaving now!" Eddie exclaimed as he slipped on his vest.

"Which one of them are you interested in, son?" Wayne asked with a chortle.

"Leaving!" Eddie exclaimed.

"Don't come back pregnant. It's bad enough I spoil you, I don't need a grand baby to back up those goddamn cow eyes of yours," Wayne laughed affectionately.

Eddie rolled his eyes, huffed, and walked out the door. He popped his head back in a moment later.

"You're lucky I love you, old man," Eddie said and flipped him off.

Eddie cackled as he walked to his van. He loved him even if he could be such an embarrassing dad sometimes, which Eddie wouldn't admit that he loved. Wayne was always there for him, but he picked up a lot of parental moves once his dad officially walked out of his life. He's always been pretty supportive of everything he's done, even if he didn't like it himself, like showing up to his talent show and listening to him play and on his days off he'd sneak into the Hideout to watch him. It wasn't his kind of music, but he loved being there for Eddie. When he came out to his uncle as bisexual, he had been the most supportive he had ever been. He had been relieved that nothing changed between them.

"You're still my boy, Eds," Wayne had put it so simply but somehow managed to say everything that needed to be said.

"Don't come back pregnant. . .asshole," Eddie scowled as he climbed into his van. "He knows that if people say shit, I'm going to picture it in my head."

He waved the image of his swollen body cuddled between Nancy and Steve away with a loud huff, erasing it away like it was a chalkboard. He followed the directions that Steve told him to follow. He pulled up to the salon, which was a few doors down away from Melvald's. To his surprise, Steve and Nancy weren't there yet. He was the first to arrive? Or maybe they waited so long that they went ahead and investigated without him. He got out of the van and went to the door and tried peering inside, but the windows were too dirty to see anything. He vaguely heard the sound of a car pulling up, but he ignored it. He leaned back, his hands on his hips, and frowned. HONK! Eddie screamed and jumped. Someone had laid on their horn, someone really close. He turned around to find Steve sitting in his car, laughing his ass off while Nancy hit him as she struggled not to laugh either. Steve got out, still laughing, and Eddie glared at him.

"That wasn't funny, dick," Eddie said.

"I beg to differ," Steve snickered and pulled a carton out of a paper bag from Scoops Ahoy. "Will your favorite ice cream help you ease the pain?"

"Hmm, strawberry with extra sprinkles? Hmm. . . It will suffice. . .for now," Eddie said as he opened it and started digging into it with the plastic spoon. "Hmm, yummy. What was I annoyed about before?"

He was well into eating and licking his ice cream when he realized that he was being watched with interest. His eyebrows furrowed when he noticed that Steve and Nancy's eyes were following his every little movement with his ice cream. Did they both find him attractive? Eddie couldn't help but blush as his mind went back to that moment in the freezer when Steve kissed him. No, it was a pity kiss, that's all. He was seeing things that he wanted to see.

"Uh, don't you guys have ice creams of your own?" Eddie asked.

"Yes!" Steve and Nancy exclaimed.

Eddie leaned against his van as they enjoyed their ice cream. He could feel Steve’s eyes on him again.

"Those are some nice legs - shorts! Those are some nice shorts!" Steve exclaimed.

"What the fuck are legs shorts?" Eddie asked.

"Nothing!" Steve said quickly.

"Right. . ."

Eddie was hearing things he wanted to hear now, too, because he was pretty sure Steve Harrington just commented on his legs. He watched Nancy lean against Steve and giggle. He had noticed that they seemed a little more carefree than before, a lot less weighed down, but they still held a story behind their eyes. Eddie wasn't too keen on getting in between whatever new was growing between them. He could at least admire their beauty and imagine what could be between the three of them. For now, he was excited for their growing friendship. They finished off their ice cream, and Steve tossed the remains in the nearest trashcan. He fished out his keys and unlocked the door to the salon. They immediately inhaled some dust. It seemed like someone hadn't been here in a few years. Steve propped open the door with a brick to air it out.

"It's not as bad as I thought it was going to be," Eddie admitted as he looked around the place. "If you ever think about reopening, Wayne said he would love to help. Had good things to say about your gramps."

"Yeah, I'm starting to hear about that from other people, too. I mean, I loved my grandpa, but I didn't know that other people loved him too. It's weird because other people really hate my parents, and they've really tarnished the family name," Steve grumbled. "It's all I ever here is how much my father is an asshole."

"I'm not surprised. But I figure that if anyone can untarnish the family name, it'd be you," Eddie said.

"You think so?" He asked.

"Well, if you are able to put up with your unbearable mother, I figured you can do anything, big boy," Eddie said, clapping him on the back.

He watched his cheeks turn pink, and he laughed in amusement. Eddie looked around the room. It was exactly what you would expect a barber shop to look like and then some. With its red checkered floors and comfortable chairs that stood in front of dust covered mirrors. Although it was a lot more home-y than Eddie expected it to be. It felt more like a cross between someone's living room and a barber shop. Rat eaten, moldy couches were tucked up on either side of the room. Magazines with their covers bitten into lay on intricate looking coffee tables. They looked hand-made. What surprised him the most were the wooden varnished animals worked into the walls itself. Tiny wolves, deers, rabbits, and birds were sticking out of carved trees that were also worked into the wall. Plastic leaves had once hung on the trees, but it looked like they had fallen off. It was the coolest thing that Eddie had ever seen.

"Wow," Eddie gazed at in wonder. "This is so fucking metal."

"Yeah, my Grandma, who died before I was born, had a mutal friend with Grandpa, and they both surprised Grandpa Otis with this," Steve said. "My Grandpa didn't talk about him a lot. Whenever I asked about him, he always got really secretive. He talked about him a lot near the end, though. Him and an old war buddy of his, Steven. As well as my Gran, I thought it was sweet whenever he called her his best friend, and he always did even in the end."

"Wait, he had a war buddy named Steven?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, Grandpa named me after him," Steve replied.

"Your grandpa named you? Not your parents?" Nancy asked.

"Well, my grandpa practically raised me the first few years of my life," Steve said, shrugging like it was no big deal.

"Uh, where were your parents?" Eddie asked.

"In and out like always. It was a busy time for my father's company," Steve said. "He built it from the ground up, you know. I also think there was a scandal at the time. I don't know what it was. My dad wasn't always loaded. Anyway, my grandpa's things are in the apartment above us."

Steve entered through a torn curtain, flipping on lights. There was a thick wooden staircase that led to a small hallway, and turning left, there was a door. Steve unlocked it and turned on the lights. Inside was a modest two bedroom apartment. Eddie could tell that the second bedroom had been added on. A wall had been put up as a way to devide the once one room apartment. Both bedrooms were filled with boxes, and the furniture was covered with sheets.

"It's nice," Nancy said. "Very home-y."

"Unlike my house, you mean?" Steve snorted. "Anyway, this was my bedroom."

"Your bedroom?" Nancy asked.

"When I lived with my grandpa, the first few years of my life. A couple of years later, he started getting sick, and he had to close the store. Then, we had to move into the house. Honestly, I wasn't even sure they were my parents. My Grandpa mainly told stories about when my dad was a kid and my mom wasn't around a lot for him to get to know," Steve shrugged again.

It was taking everything in Eddie not to burst into tears and not hug the stuffing out of this guy. The way he talked about it so casually. . . Like it was the weather and not the fact that his parents abandoned him, then used his life like a revolving door. Eddie breathed in deep and then exhaled, stuffing his hands into his pockets, clenching his fists. He shared a look with Nancy, and she looked just as shocked as he was.

"How come you never told me about any of this stuff before?" Nancy asked.

"I don't know. You never asked," Steve shrugged, his back to her.

Eddie knew it wasn't supposed to be a slap in the face, but judging by the look on Nancy's face, it had been. She looked so guilty. Maybe if Steve hadn't been so casual about it like he was used to people not actually being interested in the real Steve Harrington. He knew his fucking parents were the cause of that. Eddie nudged Nancy gently, letting her know that she wasn't alone in making assumptions about Steve in the past. There were more layers to this guy than they both ever knew, and they were all about to find out more. He didn't know what went on with them, but he hoped it all worked out.

"Hey! My stuff!" Steve exclaimed as he walked into his bedroom, and he looked at the boxes.

"Your stuff?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, the toys, clothes, and blankets my parents gave away to the church," Steve said.

"Did they at least ask you first?" Eddie asked.

"No!" Steve said as he dug through the box happily. "The teddy bear my Grandma made when she found my mom was pregnant with me. She stitched this together herself. Made it from Dad's old baby clothes. I used to sleep with this thing every night, and then my mom said I was too old to sleep with a stuffed animal. Said I looked stupid. Sir Snuggsalot because he's so snuggly."

Eddie's heart swelled in his chest at the sight of Steve cuddling the bear. It suddenly turned to anger. He pulled Nancy off to the side.

"Okay, we lie in wait for his parents to come home then me and you. . . We kill them," Eddie said. "It needs to look like an accident."

"I have been reading up on poisons," Nancy said.

"Hmm. . .it can't be quick. They don't deserve a quick death," Eddie said.

"Hmm. Agreed. Rusty pair of gardening sheers?" Nancy asked.

"Nobody will believe they garden," he scoffed.

"That's why they're rusty. He does sleep around a lot," Nancy said. "Maybe she finally snapped."

"Yes! Murder suicide. I like the way you think, Wheeler," Eddie said.

"What are you two talking about over there?" Steve asked.

"Nothing!" Eddie and Nancy exclaimed.

"Anyway, there's a note. Pastor Young, who used to babysit me here, recognized these things and dug them out of the donation box. He must have brought them here right before he died," Steve said, shaking his head fondly. "Miss that old man."

"Fuck it," Eddie muttered.

He walked over to Steve and slipped his arms around his waist, pulling into a tight side hug. Eddie squeezed him.

"Uh, what's going on?" Steve asked.

Nancy copied Eddie and joined Steve on his other side, hugging him tightly as well.

"Okay, I don't know what this is, but it's nice," Steve said.

Once they dug through his childhood things, they moved over to his grandfather's boxes. They pulled out photographs and metals as well as several pieces of artwork that Steve did for Otis as a child. There were several photos of him and Steve when Steve was little. Eddie cooed at every single one of them. There were several more photos of Otis when he was younger with Steve’s Grandma, Irene.

"You have his eyes, Steve," Nancy noted as she gazed at a picture of young Otis in his uniform.

"I do?" Steve asked and looked over Nancy's shoulder. "Oh yeah."

Eddie joined Nancy at her other side to look at the photo.

"Yeah, definitely. You have his shoulders too," Eddie said.

"And his hair," Nancy added.

Eddie grinned as he watched Steve preen as he realized he had more in common with his grandfather than he thought he did. Eddie dug through the box and pulled out a picture frame. It was Otis in his uniform with his arm wrapped around a handsome man with rather curly thick hair and dark eyes. His face was littered with freckles. They were gazing at each other, and Eddie didn't think it looked all that platonic.

"Oh, hey, that's Steven," Steve said, looking over at Eddie's shoulder. "According to the date, it was about the time he and Gran got engaged."

"There's something wedged in the back," Eddie said. "I'll fix it."

He opened up the back, and another photo slipped out. Steve caught and read the back.

"Thanks for letting me take this picture. You gentlemen are lovely together. One day, you'll be able to show everyone your love, and they'll accept you as I do. Love always, your best friend, Irene," Steve read off the back and flipped the picture over. "Oh, wow."

Eddie scurried to look over his shoulder, as did Nancy. Otis and Steven's arms were wrapped around each other as they locked lips.

"Okay, there has to be journals around here that have more information," Eddie said with wide eyes. "I need to know more about them. I mean, if you don't mind."

"I think he wouldn't mind at all. He would probably be happy to know that there were more people like him learning about his story and his struggles," Steve said.

"Especially his grandson," Eddie said with a grin as he nudged him.

The three of them started to dig around the room, trying to find anything with journals in it. It was Nancy who found a box under the bed. When she opened it, they discovered tons of journals. They eagerly started to dig through them, each taking turns to read them as they learned more about Otis Harrington. It helped that it was written more like a novel.

Before Otis had gotten drafted, he had worked in his father's barber shop in Hawkins. Irene Callahan was his best friend in the world, and their parents were sure they were going to get married. Of course, they weren't at all aware of Otis's secret: He was gay. Women held no interest for him, not even Irene. Turns out, though, Irene was more than okay with that because there wasn't a single man or woman alive who held any interest for her, and she had doubted that it would ever happen. They eventually agreed that they would get married. . . It was safer that way, and Irene didn't want to get stuck with someone she couldn't stand. And even though it was a marriage without romantic love and sexual attraction, it was a marriage built on love. And they were happy.

"That's cool, though, that they had a marriage like that. Just like a friendship marriage. And that Irene could be like that," Steve said. "My grandparents were awesome."

"That they were. You know, my best friend, Ronnie, is a lot like your grandma. She's at NYU studying to become a lawyer," Eddie said.

"For the longest time, I thought I was like that. I wasn't really interested in anyone or in dating. I mean, besides that tiny crush on Tom Cruise. Until Steve came along, I wasn't sure I could like anyone," Nancy said.

"Hmm, maybe you're pansexual," Eddie said.

"Pansexual?" Nancy asked.

"It's like where it doesn't matter what gender someone is. You're like attracted to what's inside a person," Eddie said.

"Like their fluids and stuff?" Steve asked.

"No!" Eddie snorted with laughter. "You're like attracted to people and not what's on the outside. While bisexuality focuses more on gender and neither sexuality is wrong. Look, I was confused about my own sexuality for years, I'm not sure if I can explain someone else's. It's whatever feels comfortable with you. Hell, you don't even need to have a label if you don't want to. I'll take you guys up to Indie, and I will take you to this place my friend took me. I think exploring your sexuality is something that you need to do for yourself."

"So, you're not going to guide me like a queer Yoda?" Nancy asked, her eyes twinkling with delight.

"A Quoda!" Steve exclaimed, and Nancy giggled.

"I hate you guys," Eddie said, grinning as he swiped the journal from Steve’s hands.

Before Otis and Irene had even gotten engaged, however, a man had moved into town to open up his own diner. He had stumbled upon the town of Hawkins and decided to move to this quaint, quiet town. He had come from the large noisy city of New York, and he was looking for some small town charm.

"Small town charm? What they don't tell you about small towns could fill a book," Eddie said, causing Steve and Nancy to snort while sharing a look. "Or a TV show."

When Steven Jones stepped foot into the barber shop, Otis had been smitten with him almost immediately. They became fast friends, all three of them, and from that moment on, it felt like they had always been friends. They were inseparable. That summer was the best time for all of them. Otis and Steve fell in love while Irene had the pleasure of watching unfold. She even helped keep it a secret. Wartime soon fell upon them like dark clouds on the cusp of a great big storm. And when rumors started popping up, it was Irene's idea to get married, treating it as a celebration of their friendship. While she was married to Otis in the spirit of friendship, she knew the romantic marriage was between Otis and Steven. She had a secret ring made for Steven to wear around his neck. So while Irene and Otis had a huge church wedding with Steven standing beside Otis, they had a secret wedding for Steven and Otis in this very apartment with Irene officiating. Steven had deemed it a coin marriage, both with different sides and both of equal value. One side was romantic, one side platonic.

"A fucking coin marriage," Eddie said. "Your grandparents were brilliant."

It all came crashing down when both Otis and Steven had gotten drafted, leaving Irene to look after the salon with Otis's father. Letters between the three of them were stuck between the pages of the book. They were filled with longing and fear, all three of them separated by war. The last letter spoke of Steven and Otis meeting on the same battlefield, finally together again. Eddie's shakily turned the page.

"Otis had returned home, to the joy of his father and his wife, but Steven. . . Steven would never come home again. And when Otis stood in front of his wife, he placed Steven's necklace in her palm as he drew her into a kiss. To anyone else, he was greeting his wife with a loving kiss, but they knew differently. Salty tears from both sides, it was a kiss filled with sadness. . .two lips clinging to each other in a comforting hug as they mourned for the loss for the man they loved so differently and completely. . . The man who loved with every fiber of his being and who couldn't carry hate in his heart for anyone even when he was fighting on the battlefield. He showed his love through food, and taking care of people was like his special language. Hawkins would be a lot less brighter with one less star, and Otis would always be missing a piece of his heart. . . "

Eddie put the journal down, sniffling as he wiped his eyes. He let out a choked sob, trying to ignore Steve and Nancy's own sniffles. They took a moment to collect themselves, and Nancy took the journal from him. The journal had skipped ahead several months later, with Otis addressing it to his beloved. . .to Steven. Otis and Irene were discussing ways they could possibly have a child. There was really only one way they could. . . With a turkey baster. They had talked about it in depth, trying to figure out if they were trying to fill the hole in their lives. After a lot of talking, they figured out that it was something that they really wanted. Several months later, they welcomed a baby boy and named him Jonathan after Irene's father, who had passed during the beginning stages of her pregnancy. As he grew, John was a happy boy who loved both of his parents. He was witty and sharp, but as the years went by, he started befriending the more popular kids who were very arrogant. They didn't believe in people who strayed far from the path, who stood out. John had firmly believed that his parents' marriage were like everyone else's, a little silly perhaps but did not stray too far from the path. Otis had decided that John had been old enough to learn the truth, and he had trusted him to be able to handle it. That had been a mistake.

" . . . Watching the love fade from my son's eyes had been hard to watch, and seeing it be replaced with disgust had been even harder. I'm looking at him now, even though he's right next to me, and I miss him. I wish I never told him at all. . . "

Nancy paused, her bottom lip trembling as she gazed at Steve.

"Fuck," Eddie and Steve cursed.

"Continue," Steve said, swallowing thickly.

" . . . It would be my fault for whatever comes next with him. I've always ignored it when other people spewed hateful things, and I never felt ashamed for being who I am until the hate started coming from my own son. My father had died and left the salon to me, but he died knowing who I was. He accepted and loved me all the same even if he didn't understand it himself. The worst part was when we would go out in public, and John wanted to keep the image up of us being a happy family. I always tried to make sure that he knew he came from love, created with love even though it wasn't the conventional way. All he felt was betrayal, and I couldn't help but feel like it was all my fault. . . "

"That's bullshit! It's not his fault. He was just being honest about who he is and my father . . . Well, if he hasn't learned by now that he's the asshole in this situation, then he's probably never going to," Steve scowled.

"Steve. . . ," Nancy said softly. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Maybe after. Let's just finish," Steve said and took the journal from her.

As the years went by, John argued with his parents about getting help. . .about needing to be fixed. It always ended the same way, with John being kicked out, leaving his parents to cry over their son and wishing Steven was still with them. He still tried to keep up with visiting his parents, and eventually, he dropped the subject, but he always looked at them funny. Instead, he talked about the insurance company he was building with his friends and bragged about how well it was going, making jabs about how Otis was still a barber. When he turned his insults to Irene, it had been the last straw and kicked John out. He had been planning on giving the house to John, but after disowning him for a time, he sold it to someone else. Irene and Otis moved into the apartment above the salon. The next time that they had talked to their son, he announced he was married to a wonderful woman. They could tell that he didn't even love her, not even platonically. She was desperate for his love, though, and was willing to give him anything even children to keep up the image of the importance of family. She hated kids, though. Steve paused and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"You okay?" Eddie asked softly.

"I just - I always suspected that this is why my mother had me, but I had hoped that there was some part of her. . . Some part of her that loved me," Steve said as he struggled not to cry.

"Steve. . .," Nancy said and reached out to touch his knee.

"Let's just . . . Get on with this," Steve said.

When Margaret had announced her pregnancy, Otis and Irene tried to focus on the fact that there would be a grand baby on the way. They didn't want to think about how Margaret looked sour during the announcement and that John had looked happy about it for all the wrong reasons. It was just a means to end for him, another piece to maintain the image that he was on the right path. Irene spent all of her time working on making a teddy bear for the baby, making it out of John's clothes and putting all of her love into it. Just after finishing it, Irene's heart gave out. There was too much damage, and he sat with her on her deathbed with John nowhere to be found. He had been too busy at work, too busy to say goodbye to his own mother, and Otis knew he would regret it for the rest of his life.

"I'll give Steven my love. I'll leave some for you and John to give to the baby," she had smiled weakly. "Wouldn't it be wonderful if they named the baby Steven? It's such a lovely name."

They had been her last words, and Otis had been distraught as she slipped away even more so after she was gone. He had never felt more alone in his life. John and Margaret had stood at the back of the funeral. When John did approach him later, he didn't say anything, but he did look regretful. For the first time in a while, Otis was looking through the eyes of his son. He should have known that it was too good to last. They hadn't called him when Margaret had gone into labor. John had shown up with the baby in his arms and gave the bundle to him. He declared that he didn't have time to take care of him, and Margaret didn't want anything to do with the baby. Though Otis had felt sad for the baby in his arms, he also felt love and joy. He had come up with the perfect name. Steven Ira Harrington.

"Your middle name is Ira?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah," Steve said. "Problem?"

"No, Ira-really like it," Eddie said with a cheesy grin.

"That was so stupid," Nancy giggled, and Steve laughed in agreement.

The next few years of his life had been busy. The divider had been built by James Hopper Sr and his son, Jimmy. It was a name only Otis was allowed to call him. Occasionally, Jimmy would come into help with the wall but would also help look after baby Steve. Tucked in between the pages was a picture of young Hopper bouncing baby Steve in his lap while Steve laughed and reached for his face. It wasn't long after that Jimmy had gotten married and left for New York. Raising Steve had kept Otis busy for the next few years, and when he got sick, he started to write less. When he lost the use of his hands, he stopped writing all together. He did manage to write one more thing.

"Steve, if you find these journals, please don't think less of me. . . And Steven. . .oh, Steven. . . He may not be yours by blood, but somehow, he managed to inherit your heart. . . . "

"If anything, I think more of you," Steve whispered and then paused. "He never talked about that friend of his who did that piece of artwork downstairs."

"Well, I think there might be a couple of journals missing, judging by the dates," Nancy said.

"Pastor Young probably took them when he dropped off my things," Steve said.

"Or maybe Pastor Young did the artwork," Eddie said, and then he gasped. "Maybe Pastor Young was Otis's lover."

"Maybe that's why he took the notebooks. He didn't want anyone to know," Nancy said.

"That would explain why he was so involved in my life," Steve said. "And why he had a key. Now that I think about it, he did sleep over a lot, and he never slept on the couch. Jesus, it was right there in front of me. I mean, he was there even until the end. Although, after Grandpa died, he didn't come around a lot, and then he died. My father probably told him to stay away if he figured out what he was to my grandfather. My fucking parents. . . "

Eddie watched his face flash through several mixed emotions. His own father was an asshole who breezed in and out of his life. He was finally out of it for good.

"I know what it's like," Eddie blurted out.

"What?" Steve asked.

"To have a parent come in and out of your life, not caring about you. I spent so many years trying to catch my father's attention only to realize he wasn't going to care about me. I did have someone who always did, who I took for granted. My uncle was always the dad that I needed in my life. He was the one who taught me how to care. You had not one, not two but three grandparents. Even though two of them never got to meet you, it seems they left their love behind in Otis which he passed onto you," Eddie said.

"And you've passed it onto me and to the kids. They communicate it through their actions, especially Dustin, who takes care of you as much as you do him," Nancy said. "And you taught Max that she could stand up for herself. You gave them an example of what a good older brother should be, just like your grandfather showed you what a good parent is supposed to be. You showed them that love can look differently to many people, and it doesn't have to be romantic. And even if they don't say, they show it. . .they love you, and I think they do that by making sure that you never feel alone ever again. They do that even by filling up your house with noise and dirt. They chose to be a part of your life. And I know you love them that just as much as they love you."

Steve burst into tears, his body shaking with sobs. Eddie immediately wrapped his arms around him, hugging him tightly. He turned to Nancy and pulled her into the middle of them. Eddie and Nancy hugged him tightly, unknowingly solidifying their bond even further into a deeper and more permanent one.

Chapter Eight

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kincalling · 2 years

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nancy wheeler here, from stranger things. i want to find robin, who became my girlfriend in season 4! i don’t have a lot of memories, so sourcemates are great too. please be an adult if you want to talk, thanks!

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#nancy wheeler kin #stranger things kin #canon calls

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pukner · 1 year

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Can I ask you a kinda weird question? What do you think steddie and the party would be as a supernatural creatures? My headcanon is Vampire Eddie and Succubus Steve, but I'm open to discussion. 😁

hello this is a FANTASTIC question

I love the idea of a succubus Steve, but also like? Siren Steve? This might explain his affinity for water, maybe he basks in his pool a lot and unfortunately that becomes extremely cursed for him Post Barb. He's the son of two beautiful, supernaturally charming people who learned how to show people exactly what they want, become exactly what they want. Steve is pretty and handsome and terrible and sweet and exactly what you expect from him, right up until he isn't.

I like the idea of a werewolf Robin, and also Max. Robin's larger and ganglier, and spends the full moon curled around Steve and growling at anyone who gets close. Max is a puppy, and a grumbly one, and Lucas ends up with a very determined guard dog. Robin also gets bizzarely territorial over Steve's house, for someone who doesn't live there. Her whole family scent Steve constantly, and he's thrilled about the extra cuddles.

I like the idea of Lucas and Erica being from magical heritage, old school witches who go very different with their practices. Lucas does very practical magic; makes little charms for his friends, for protection and strength and peace. Erica leans more towards big enchantments; she's real pissed about Steve's natural charisma.

Dustin is a very human person, who can and WILL science his way into magic.

Nancy and Mike, I waffle on. Maybe fae-blooded? Diluted enough that they can dwell here, won't get hunted down by either court. But still fae enough that Nancy has an almost pathological need to get to the truth, that she won't stand for illusions, that she chafes against Steve and his automatic charisma and the lies he lures people in with, almost thoughtlessly. She and Mike are deadly territorial over their kin, over those they've decided are theirs. Losing Barb made her absolutely inconsolable. Mike is much the same. They get it from Karen, who got it from her mother, who got it from hers. Ted Wheeler is an extremely mundane dude.

Will is a shapeshifter, all the Byers are. He likes to be small, unassuming animals, and so does Jonathan. Turns into a mouse or a grass snake and hides in his brother's pocket, up his mom's sleeve.

Eddie is a son of a vampire, came into his bloody heritage honestly. Wayne, his uncle on his mothers' side, is extremely human and had to learn real fast how to raise a bloodthirsty kid. He has raw steak in the freezer and teaches his kid how to hunt. He also has bloodpops in the freezer for summer days when Eddie gets lethargic and whiny.

He absolutely develops a weird obsession with Steve Harrington And His Summer-Sunshine-Salty Blood. Robin Buckley tries to eat him about it one time when he leans in too close for a sniff one day at Scoops.

Hopper is extremely human and extremely done with the supernatural side of things on this goddamn town.

El was human, once. They don't know what she is. She smells wrong, to most of them. Reads weird to their magic, to others. They love her anyway.

#steddie #asks #looth yells #my writing #anon #stranger things #supernatural au

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Chapter 1: Hunting Season

Season One | Season Two | Season Three | Season Four

Raining Hellfire: Season Four

Word Count: 3540 words

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, visions, typical vecna curse violence

[A/N: just casually getting the gang back together no biggie. plus this chapter already starts off as a rollercoaster so oops]

Hunting Season

The drive took hours. You only took one break the entire ride. You couldn’t waste any more time.

WELCOME TO HAWKINS

You drove by the sign with a shaky sigh, hands gripping the wheel tighter. As soon as you crossed that border, your chest felt tighter. A strange burst of energy coursed through your veins, something you hadn’t felt in a long time.

Hawkins hadn’t changed one bit since you were last here. People still walked around in their day to day lives with absolutely no clue about what you and your friends have done for them.

You turned down familiar streets, recollecting memories you’d rather forget. Cornwalls Street went by quickly; flashes of riding your bikes to escape the men from the lab, El showing just how powerful she could be by flipping a van right over your heads.

Elm and Cherry, the Halloween house party; the night that brought you and Steve closer together but you and Eddie further apart. The night that changed everyone’s relationships.

Then, you were approaching the Wheeler house. Running back with Nancy and Jonathan after finding the Upside Down, barely escaping with your lives. Days spent in the basement with the party, with El.

You park the car outside the home you never thought you’d see again. Jack’s home. Your home. All your happiest memories now fatal reminders of what you had lost.

Grabbing your backpack, you step out of the car and take a deep breath.

The door creaked open, welcoming you to an empty house. Nothing had changed, the greyish wallpaper still peeling from the corners, a faint smell of your aunt’s perfume. Everything you didn’t take with you had been sat here collecting dust for months.

You had expected the house to go up for sale when you moved. After all, it was now Susan’s property since she was his next of kin. Max had mentioned she didn’t want the house, but you thought she’d sell it for the money. The town had been too occupied with the Starcourt mess to bother with things like this, you supposed.

Dropping your bag with a sigh, you close your eyes. You had barely made it out of the hallway before everything hit you in a blur.

Jack stood in front of you, saddened eyes staring into yours. His hands covered in-

You snap your eyes back open, shaking your head. You couldn’t do this to yourself. Not today.

Max’s letters had stated that Steve and Robin were now working at Family Video, a little store you’d been in multiple times from your obsession with movies. You’d just have to start there.

But it was a wasted trip.

Once you arrived, you could clearly see the ‘Closed’ sign taunting you in the window. You had even tried knocking on the glass, hoping they were still in there for any reason. No such luck.

“Great.” You mutter, turning around and surveying the street. Robin did say they were looking for Eddie. They must have found him.

You didn’t want to imagine what the worse-case scenario would be.

As you walk through the town, you try and rethink what Robin had said. But nothing she had spoken to you about gave any indication on where they all might be. Fuck. You were going to have to do this alone.

You pass the cinema, resisting the urge to look down the alleyway beside it. Instead, you stare at the road and something catches your eye. A truck drives by, filled with guys in matching jackets. But that wasn’t the strange part. It was who you saw sat in the back seat.

“Lucas?” You question to yourself as they speed by. You knew he had joined the basketball team, Max had stated that in her last letter. You just didn’t know why he looked so unhappy.

Venturing further into the town didn’t calm your nerves any more. In fact, it felt scarier. People sent odd looks your way, some glaring and others ushering their friends away like you were some kind of disease.

“Y/n?”

You turn at your name, frowning when you didn’t recognise the guy in front of you. He was wearing a Hawkins High jacket, clearly a part of the basketball team but astray from the rest of his teammates. It sent a wave of anxiety through you seeing him stood there, looking at you. He knew your name despite never meeting before. And his eyes held something dangerous.

“Can I help you?” You question as he looks around before stepping closer.

“You dated Eddie Munson, right?”

“Uh…” You felt your heart hammer faster. How the hell did he know that? “… Why are you asking?”

“Where is he?” His voice raised, an angry expression flooding his face and you step back.

“I’m gonna go now.” You say before turning away and continuing your walk.

“We’ll find him sooner or later!” He yells at you and your steps quicken.

Eddie was right. The town would spare no expense in hunting down the ‘freak’.

Taking your car for a drive didn’t prove useful to you. You had mentally tried to map out Eddie’s safe places, areas he could lay low in. It had to be somewhere remote but, with a heavy heart, you realise that you hadn’t spent time with him for two years. He could be anywhere.

You felt hopeless until a shirt caught your attention and your eyes widened with an idea.

Pulling up beside him, Jeff looked as if he was ready to start running until he saw who was behind the wheel.

“Y/n?” He sounded shocked, shaking his head as he pulled his jacket tighter around his Hellfire shirt. “You’re back?”

“It’s a long story.” You sigh, attempting a smile.

“Look, Eddie-”

“I know. It’s kind of why I’m here. I just…” You take a breath, “I don’t suppose you know how I can contact him?”

Jeff shakes his head, leaning against the window, “No clue.”

“Shit.” You breathe.

“But...” He glances around you before leaning in closer, lowering his voice, “The guys and I think we have an idea of where you could find him.”

“Really?”

“When he started dealing…” He shoots you a look and you nod, sending a sign you already knew, “Yeah, so, when he started dealing, he kept telling us he was getting his stuff from a guy called Rick.”

“Rick?” You frown. You recognised the name.

“We figure if he was anywhere, it would be at Rick’s.” He looked uncomfortable, staring away from you, “We wanted to go find him ourselves but ever since Jason and his mates found out about Chrissy, they haven’t let us out of their sights. They think we’re gonna lead them to him.”

“It’s bad, isn’t it?” You question and he solemnly nods. You bite your lip. “Any clue where this Rick lives?”

“No, sorry.” He winces, “But I do know that he used to work down at the Mechanics. Eddie met him there once.”

The Mechanics. Shit. Now you knew why you recognised that name. He worked with Jack.

“Thank you.” You nod, getting your car into gear.

“Wait.” Jeff says and you turn, waiting for his response. “Tell Eddie… tell him we’re all with him. We don’t believe anything that they’re saying about him.”

“I will.” You smile and you pull away, heading to the Mechanics.

“Yes, I’m looking for Rick.” You say for the hundredth time, arms folded across your chest.

“Sorry, little lady. But I don’t got no clue who the hell that is.” The older man grumbled. You hadn’t seen him here before, obviously a recent hire.

“But-”

“Y/n?”

You turn to see Mark, a man who was probably the closest to your father in terms of friendship. You’d met him a couple of times when Jack was working late and you waited for him to finish up his work.

“Mark.” You smile, “I was-”

“Looking for Rick, yeah.” He nods, frowning to the man in front of you, “I’ll take it from here.”

“But, she-”

“That’s Jack’s daughter.” He simply said and the man gave a knowing nod, disappearing into the back and leaving you two be. “Hey, kid. I’m sorry you lost him. When I heard the news… well, let’s just say I refused to believe it at first. He was a good man.”

“Yeah, he was.” You swallow guilt, changing the topic. “Um, so… Rick?”

“Right, yeah. Rick. He’s not working here no more, moved on after the mall fire. Think he’s out of town.”

Shit, you thought.

“Any chance you have an address?”

He raises his eyebrow, obviously knowing something. “It’s none of my business but you’re Jack’s kid and I-”

“I’m not buying.” You assure, shaking your head, “I’m just looking for my friend, that’s all. People said I could find him at Rick’s.”

“I don’t-”

“I’m not leaving until I have an address.”

He sighs, “He lives down by the lake. Don’t know where exactly but he owns a boat so I expect it’s pretty close to the edge.”

“Thank you.” You sigh.

“Jack was right.” Mark smiles and you frown. “You really are a stubborn one.”

You bid him goodbye, smiling at his comment as you climb back into your car.

You park the car, frowning. Where the hell is it?

The lake was surrounded by a dense forest, making it increasingly harder for you to spot Rick’s house. Having to step away from your car, you ventured out into the trees, figuring that your best bet was to follow the body of water.

You walk deeper into the woods, your head thumping louder and louder until you stopped, rubbing your forehead. You should have gotten more sleep.

It’s not until blood begins to drip from your nose that your skin crawls with goosebumps.

“No.” You whisper, but it’s too late.

You expect to see a menacingly flipped version of the woods you stood in, but instead you are met with something else entirely.

You’re no longer in the woods. There are no vines wrapped around trees, no white particles threatening your lungs.

Your heart stopped once you realised you were stood in Eddie’s trailer.

The lights were flickering wildly, illuminating the room in quick flashes. You barely notice. You’re too busy staring at Eddie, the look of complete horror striking his face as a girl levitates in the middle of his living room.

“Chrissy.” You shake your head in denial. Robin told you about what happened last night.

This was a memory. It just wasn’t your memory.

Suddenly, Chrissy is flung to the ceiling and one by one, her bones begin to snap.

Eddie’s screams were drowned out as you stare up at the poor girl, her hollowed eye sockets staring back down at you.

Then, everything changes again.

You’re in the middle of a road, one you recognise, situated just outside the trailer park. Your heart still hammering from your last vision, you turn around, searching.

It was dark, nothing like how you last saw the sky in the woods. It had to be another memory you never had.

That’s when you see a boy, deathly still as he stood just up ahead.

You cautiously approach him, reaching out.

But, just like Chrissy, he begins to lift off of the ground.

You rush to him, seeing the whites of his eyes staring to the sky, arms held out either side of him. Then, they begin to snap. You let out a choked sob, shaking your head. What was happening?

You run, not knowing where it would take you, hoping, praying, that you could escape this.

Your feet take you as far as you can go before the ground suddenly shifts, and you’re falling.

You land in a pool of red, vines slithering along the ground. You look up to the sky, holding your breath. Floating objects swam around the air; pieces of a house, a stained glass window with a design you couldn’t quite make out. You didn’t have the time to.

“Welcome back, Y/n”

A chill strikes your spine at the all too familiar voice. It was back. Your chest felt compressed as a tear slipped down your cheek.

“What’s happening?” You shake your head, hearing the echo of a haunting laugh.

“The end is happening” They say and you search the crimson plane but find no one, “Can’t you feel it?”

“What do you want?” Your voice is barely a whisper.

You were scared, on edge. You hadn’t felt this way since the demon first visited you. All those years ago.

“You will see”

You stand from the puddle, dark substances sticking to your clothes as you screamed. “WHAT DO YOU WANT?!”

“I told you that you would be their end” A shadow suddenly emerges from behind you and you stumble away, tripping. “Your fate is already catching up to you”

“I didn’t know them!” You sob, head spinning as you try and search for a way out. You hadn’t felt this trapped in one of your visions before. It was stronger than it had ever been.

Then, all of a sudden, the figure steps forward. And for the first time in four years, you see its face.

Red and raw skin stretched out into vines that wrapped around their body, one abnormally long arm reaching out, claws barely touching your face when they suddenly pull away. You don’t know why but you can feel it. It was like there was still some kind of barrier between you both.

They stare down at you with milky white eyes.

“You’re running out of time, Y/n.”

You gasp for air, hitting the ground.

You immediately scramble for your feet when you start to hear incoherent whispers floating around you, sprinting further into the woods to escape them.

Your visions had always had a toll on you. But you never felt fear like you had just then.

You keep running until you see a house in the distance and your heart races. It could be Rick’s. It needed to be Rick’s.

Peering through the window, you shake away the hammering of your heart. No one was in there.

You hear whispers once again and your breath hitches. Spinning around, you wait for the monster to find you again. But they weren’t the same whispers.

You recognised these ones.

Creeping around the side of the house, you find a boathouse overlooking the edge of the lake and your heart skips a beat. This had to be Rick’s.

You try your best to keep light footed once the voices got louder. It sounded like a group of people and you really didn’t want a run in with the ‘hunters’.

“… but they went bye-bye.”

You stop moving when you recognise Steve’s undeniable voice echo out of the boathouse. You had found them.

“And Y/n.” Dustin’s voice added to Steve’s point, a hint of sadness.

You start to move around the back, noticing another entrance. You could even see their faint shadows marking the floorboards behind them.

“Y/n was involved in all of this?” Eddie. Relief hit you; they had found him.

You hear Steve clear his throat before speaking. “More than any of us.”

“But she’s not here.” Max’s solemn voice was the loudest as you take a final step.

Just as you can see them all clearly, the floorboards creak under your feet and they all whip their heads to focus on you, everyone reeling from the fact that you were stood right there.

“I guess we spoke too soon.” Robin breathes out, a smirk playing on her lips in happiness.

You stare at each of their faces, guilt and joy bubbling into an anxious mix. You don’t know what to say, how to speak. So, you blurt the first word that came to mind.

“Hi.”

“What-how-when?” Dustin stammered as he and Max practically flew to you, capturing you into a tight hug and a sad laugh escaped your lips.

“How did you find us?” Robin questions, glancing to Steve and Eddie before adding herself into the group hug.

“Oh, you know.” You shrug, smiling at your sister when she steps away. “Drove 17 hours, tried looking for you guys at the store, then finding Jeff who told me about Rick, and then I went to the Mechanics where they told me Rick lived somewhere out here and, if I’m being honest, I kinda stumbled into here from pure dumb luck.”

“You really are the world’s greatest detective.” Dustin looks to you in awe and you ruffle his hat.

“Jeff?”

Eddie’s voice catches your attention and you finally look at him, all kinds of feelings hitting you at once.

“Yeah.” You nod, “He, uh… he wanted me to let you know that they all have your back. The Hellfire Club.”

He smiles at that, slowly nodding as he avoids your eyes.

“So we’re not talking about the fact that YOU’RE BACK?!” Dustin yells and you step back, giving him room to break down. Max simply raises her eyebrows at him, unable to hide the smile teasing her lips.

Dustin suddenly reaches his hand out and you stare at it for a second before realising. The handshake. Executed perfectly, Dustin nods in content, crossing his arms.

“How did you know?” Steve asks, something unreadable on his face as he looks at you.

“Um…” You avoid looking to Robin. You wanted to leave her out of it, especially since she had told you the others had wanted to leave you out of it. “I had a bad feeling, I guess.”

“Thank god.” Dustin breathes, “Because if you weren’t here, there was no way we were gonna defeat Vecna.”

“Vecna?” You question.

“It’s what they’re calling the thing that killed Chrissy.” Max explains, “Another thing from-”

“DnD, yeah.” You nod, searching your memory, “The powerful mind wizard, right?”

They all raise their eyebrows and Eddie’s eyes widen.

You laugh awkwardly, “I… I must have heard Will talking about it on one of your campaigns or something.”

“We never had a Vecna campaign.” Dustin frowns and you tighten your lips.

“Anyway,” Robin saves you, stepping forward, “Now that we have Y/n… what’s the plan?”

“How am I supposed to help?” You ask, shaking your head, “I’ve literally just gotten here, Robs, how could I possibly-”

“Your powers.” Max says, nodding slightly and your breath hitches.

You felt a darkness creeping through your spine and into your arms, faint black lines covering the skin. With a yell, you push your arms out and the tentacles stabbed straight into the Mind Flayer so quickly you almost missed it.

“Powers?” Eddie’s eyebrows raise as high as they could go.

You slowly shake your head, “Whatever that was, it was a one time thing. I-I don’t even know where it came from.”

“So… you don’t have a plan?” Eddie shakes his head at your friends and you frown.

“So, okay.” Robin nods, trying to lighten the mood, “We’re- we’re technically in the…”

“Kinda-” Steve tries, waving his hand like the answer would appear in front of him.

“Brainstorming phase.” Max offers and they all nod.

“Brainstorming.” Steve agrees.

“There’s.. there’s nothing to worry about.” Dustin smiles at Eddie who looks more concerned for his safety than he should. “Especially now that Y/n’s here.”

Eddie’s eyes shift to yours and you just shrug, just as confused about this whole situation.

“So, uh…” You clear your throat, “I feel like this is a stupid question but... what is actually going on?”

They share looks once they realise that you obviously had no clue of their previous conversations. Dustin goes to open his mouth when sirens start blaring in the distance and a chill runs down your spine.

“Shit.” Steve mutters, moving to the window in a flash.

“Tarp.” Robin orders and you watch as Eddie disappears into the boat, everyone else running to stare out of the boathouse with Steve.

You hear the sirens fade as they pass through. They weren’t here for Eddie.

“They’re gone.” Dustin calls back and Eddie flips the tarp open with a sigh, sitting up and finding your eyes once again.

“Where are they going?” Max wonders out loud and your eyes widen.

You’re in the middle of a road, one you recognise, situated just outside the trailer park. Your heart still hammering from your last vision, you turn around, searching.

“The road outside the trailer park.” You say out loud, staring at nothing.

“How do you know that?” Eddie shakes his head and Steve steps forward.

“She’s right, just trust me.” He says with full belief. “Okay, okay. We’ll head over, and Eddie-”

“I’ll stay here.” He waves out, leaning back against the boat and hugging cereal to his chest.

“Stay safe.” You say quietly and he sends you a small smile.

“Wanna catch up when you get back?” He raises an eyebrow, shrugging when you seem surprised, “I didn’t get the chance to run head first into you so figured we could get to that later.”

You laugh, “Absolutely.”

“Y/n!” Max calls out and you send another quick smile before running out of the boathouse.

Barely 4 hours in Hawkins and you were already in way over your head.

Chapter 2: Always The Babysitters ->

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the-teddy-bear-butch · 2 years

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Bad Idea! || Monster Hunter AU Ronance One-Shot || kinda sorta explicit but not really || 2332 words

(I picture “Get Like” by Kehlani playing while Robin dances, “Devil’s Advocate” by the Neighborhood when she and Nancy meet at the bar, and ofc “bad idea!” by girl in red after that)

The atmosphere of the club was thrilling to Robin Buckley. She may have been a wallflower in high school, but now she was dancing in a throng of people, arms thrown every which way, heads thrown back, hips gyrating in time with the pulsing music. The air was filled with smoke and stank of weed and alcohol. The lights were vibrant, flashing different colors every few seconds and scattering broken rainbows across the dance floor.

It was easy to get lost here. One could easily fall into a rhythm, dancing and swaying to thrumming beats and letting their mind drift away in the stupor of alcohol—but something kept Robin from drowning in the crowd tonight.

That something was staring at her from across the room, eyes like cold chips of sapphire, shining electric in the club lights. There was something hungry in Nancy’s face, a killer instinct that Robin couldn’t help but toy with.

Robin winked at Nancy and then turned to the nearest girl. She took her hand, and with a bout of laughter, the girl moved over. They danced far too close to be decent, and Robin stared into the girl’s blissed out expression. She pointedly ignored the way Nancy was glaring, trying very poorly to hide the anger on her face. She ignored the fact that Nancy was now making her way to the bar, keeping her gaze turned to Robin and the stranger.

The girl in front of Robin moved back and forth, alcohol strong on her breath. She laughed as Robin spun her and pulled her close, her breath hot on the stranger’s ear. She made pointed eye contact across the bar, watching as Nancy was illuminated in soft pink. It matched the shade of her lips—the blush Robin wanted to put on her cheeks.

Blue light shone down on Robin and the stranger, gleaming in the former’s stormy eyes as they met with Nancy’s ocean.

Waves crashed and lightning struck, filling the room with unbearable electricity. The lights met and flared in an intense clash of violet sky, and Robin knew she was doomed to be lost at sea. Her heart was racing with exertion and excitement, drawn against her will to the other girl—the girl who wanted to kill her. The girl who was probably planning her demise at this very moment. The thought was exhilarating.

Robin hadn’t even noticed leaving the stranger—her body seemed to have a mind of its own—but the girl didn’t seem to mind, having already found a new dance partner.

Nancy watched Robin’s approach with eagle eyes, intense, fierce, unreadable. Robin slid onto the stool beside her, but still did not pay her any mind—not yet. She ordered a drink, tapping her fingers in time with the song in the background. When her drink came, she dipped her fingers in and mixed it slowly. Only then did she glance out of the side of her eye at the monster hunter beside her, slowly licking the alcohol from her fingers, savoring the taste.

“Evening, Wheeler,” the girl drawled, voice low and predatory. She turned to face Nancy, taking a long sip of her drink. Satisfaction bloomed warm in her chest at the way Nancy wet her lips and watched, eyelids drooping slightly.

“Evening,” Nancy replied, her voice cool. She drew a long, silvered blade from somewhere under her dress, the hilt intricately detailed. Robin watched the blade, her heart pounding. She knew this weapon had slain many a monster—many of her kin. This was the very weapon she knew spelled her downfall—and yet she couldn’t look away, enchanted by the gleaming silver and the reflected club lights against the deadly metal.

Robin watched as Nancy moved the blade to her own drink, something red and fruity, spearing a cherry from the top. Robin watched as Nancy moved the small fruit to her soft pink lips. Robin watched as Nancy carefully pulled the cherry directly from the blade and crushed it in her teeth. She couldn’t help the soft whine at the back of her throat, nor the steady heat pooling in her stomach.

“What happened to your girlfriend?” Nancy asked, the words venomous, despite her casual demeanor. She gave Robin a meaningful glance, batting her eyelashes. Robin smirked, looking over her shoulder.

“Oh, you mean Hannah?” she replied smoothly, knowing it bothered Nancy. “She’s just a friend. And a damn good dancer.” Her lips curled into a smirk.

When Robin turned her attention back to Nancy, the blade was gone, and Nancy’s jaw was working fiercely. Robin had the strongest urge to leave kisses down that impeccable jawline, to hold Nancy there while she trailed down, leaving her mark—

Such thoughts weren’t allowed. She shouldn’t even be over here, entertaining Wheeler as she was. This was probably part of a trap. An elaborate plan with which Nancy was ten steps ahead and Robin was floundering for footing.

But Robin was a simple lesbian—she could not resist the gorgeous woman in front of her, with her wide, dark doe eyes staring innocent up at Robin like she didn’t have the girl’s heart between her teeth.

“What brings you here?” Robin asked, sipping her drink and letting the alcohol warm her chest and smooth her worries. Nancy’s lips quirked in a cocky smile, and she avoided Robin’s gaze.

“I think we both know the answer to that, Rob,” she murmured.

“I think you should say it out loud,” Robin insisted, voice low and husky. She licked her teeth, revealing sharp fangs that glinted in the vibrant lighting. Nancy’s gaze flickered to them, and then away.

“It’ll only hurt us both,” she replied, the faintest rasp, a tiny trace of hurt in her words. Robin’s gaze sharpened and she leaned in, so their faces were mere inches apart. Their knees bumped, and Robin felt Nancy’s hand feather light across her thigh. Teasing. Taunting. A cruel act, sending her heart aflutter and worsening the warmth pulsing in her body.

She wanted to blame the alcohol for this attraction, but she couldn’t deny the feelings that had been building for weeks. She was a lost puppy, and Nancy was her owner, waiting with a shotgun at the door to put her down. She was flirting with death—and death was flirting back.

“It doesn’t have to be this way,” Robin warned, the huskiness of her voice more pronounced now that she was feeling tipsy. Nancy noticed. Robin could tell by the bob of her throat.

The brunette faced Robin, her eyes glittering dangerously in the flashing light over them both. The music and drunken laughter seemed to fade to background noise. The only thing Robin could focus on was Nancy, the way her eyes shone, the way the girl’s vanilla and lavender shampoo tickled her nose. Every survival instinct inside her was telling her to run, but she was entranced, utterly enthralled.

“It does,” was Nancy’s simple reply. “You’re a dangerous creature, Robin Buckley, and I intend to keep you from hurting anyone.”

Robin fought the urge to simply huff and argue back. They both knew Robin hadn’t hurt anyone—and they both knew that it was still a risk, no matter how well Chrissy’s magic seemed to help her keep control. Lycanthropy was a disease, but it made Robin a ticking time bomb.

So she didn’t argue. She didn’t bother to defend herself. She just let her gaze trace that fucking jawline, drift to Nancy’s lips, then back up to her eyes. She leaned in even closer, using one clawed finger to lift Nancy’s chin so the girl was looking directly at her—seeing the flash of gold in Robin’s narrowed eyes, the animalistic urges that lingered there.

“I’m going to eat you alive, Wheeler,” she rasped, letting a low growl into her voice. Nancy shivered, and Robin smirked.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” Nancy shot back, voice breathy and pupils blown. Shit, Robin was in real trouble now. There was no way she was getting out of this with her heart intact.

“Both,” she growled. Nancy’s eyes fluttered.

Yep. Robin was totally fucked.

There was no verbal conversation, but a silent understanding when Nancy got off her stool and began to walk to the back door, Robin following obediently to death’s door. Their steps were hurried, and thankfully, no one saw them slip through the door.

Nancy had her back turned to Robin now, her hands shaking. Robin stood at the door, waiting for the inevitable.

“For what it’s worth,” she heard Nancy mutter. “I’m sorry.” The shorter girl reached down, trailing her fingers painfully slowly up her thigh and lifting her dress, just enough. Robin caught sight of the garter she wore, and the silver dagger held within. The blade glinted in the dim lighting as Nancy pulled it out. Robin couldn’t look away, couldn’t move.

“It doesn’t have to be this way,” she repeated, ever so softly. Nancy shook her head.

“It does.”

Nancy was quick, but Robin was quicker. Nancy launched herself at Robin and the freckled girl threw herself out of the way.

Robin and Nancy circled each other, hunter and prey—though neither was sure who was who. Nancy’s eyes flashed and Robin ducked into a roll, narrowly missing another slash of the silver blade. She growled, staring Nancy down with proverbial raised hackles.

Nancy changed tactics, throwing the blade with what would have been deadly accuracy, but Robin leapt out of the way just in time. She thanked her enhanced reflexes in that moment, staring at where the dagger was now embedded in the wall where her head had been moments before.

Her attention was drawn too long and suddenly Nancy was on top of her, a fist connecting with Robin’s ribs and leaving her winded. She yelped and rolled over, throwing Nancy off, but the other girl was persistent. Another punch followed, sending horrible pain through Robin’s cheekbone. She stumbled and scrambled away.

Nancy grabbed the blade from the wall, twirling it in her hand in a way that spelled danger but was so incredibly sexy that Robin couldn’t help but stare.

The way they moved around each other was almost playful, a manic song and dance set to the club music, two cogs in a well oiled machine, each move matched with equal skill and prowess. It would have been beautiful, if it wasn’t so deadly.

The heat was unbearable. Robin stepped back, and Nancy watched as the girl ripped her button up off, the fabric literally tearing from her body. Robin threw the garment to the side, leaving her in only her bra. She sneered when she caught Nancy watching the flex of her muscles, bathed in silver light, her cheeks flushed.

This only ignited Nancy’s anger further and the girl lunged again, the metal making contact with Robin’s bare arm and sizzling on contact. She leapt back with a yelp, growling angrily, nostrils flaring, while Nancy flashed a devilish grin.

Nancy met her gaze evenly, an unfair apology in those ocean depths despite her sinister smirk. Robin was drowning. She wanted to scream in rage, but she had no air. She hesitated, and Nancy took her chance.

Pain bloomed across Robin’s back as she was thrown into the wall. Nancy’s arm was across her chest, the dagger held against her throat. The girl’s eyes were blazing. Robin’s skin burned and she squirmed under the pain of the silver. She glared at Nancy, the both of them panting, hair slicked back with sweat. She could feel Nancy’s breath hot on her face.

This was it. This was the end. She stared the angel of death in the face, even still finding her unbearably, heart wrenchingly beautiful. She pulled every ounce of stubborn charm into her expression.

“You don’t want to do this, princess,” she croaked, trying her hardest to maintain her calm and collected composure. Nancy stiffened, pressing the dagger more firmly to Robin’s throat. But as she watched the blood well around the blade, her hand shook.

“Fuck,” she swore, glaring at Robin like every aspect of the girl was personally offensive to her. “I really don’t.”

The dagger was pulled back, and then it plunged. Robin was prepared. She was ready to die at the hands of Nancy Wheeler—but the familiar sting of silver never came. Instead, the dagger sank into the drywall by her head.

Robin still felt as if her heart had been impaled as their lips connected in a fiery, bruising kiss. The growl in Robin’s chest died, softening into a low, desperate whine. Her hands found Nancy’s waist, pulling the girl closer until their bodies were flush against each other. Her skin, her chest, her stomach were all burning with want, with need, and she cried out as Nancy’s fingernails dug into the skin of her back, trailing down. She tasted blood and knew her fangs had cut Nancy’s lip, but evidently the girl did not care, because she only pushed Robin back further into the wall, her thigh pressed between Robin’s legs.

Robin’s breath steadied as Nancy pulled away, but she didn’t have much time to recover before soft lips rested over the burn on her throat, earning a hiss of pain. She heard a muffled, “I’m sorry,” before she had to bite her lip to hold back the indecent sounds that threatened to escape at the surprisingly wonderful way it burned. Nancy smirked dangerously when she finished leaving her mark, pupils blown as she stared with lidded eyes up at Robin.

“No. I want to hear,” she warned, and Robin could only nod. In seconds, Nancy was back to kissing and sucking the sensitive skin at the column of Robin’s neck, and a long, husky moan left the freckled girl’s lips.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” she groaned, tugging at Nancy’s belt loops. She swore she could feel Nancy smirk against her. Neither acknowledged the second meaning to the words.

“I’m going to eat you alive, Buckley.”

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