#slight nancy wheeler bashing

[mothofmyth]

Stranger Things x His Dark Materials (Golden Compass etc) AU

Disclaimer: I really haven't engaged with much of HDM so forgive me for inaccuracies for that universe

What if El had her daemon cut away like they tried to do to Lyra?

What if Steve's daemon keeps curling up with anyone and everyone, showing how desperate for attention and lonely he is but could never convey himself?

Nancy's dæmon snubbing affection from Steve's for a while before the breakup while Steve's chases it begging for affection???

Mike and Will's dæmons snoozing together during planning meetings etc for comfort?

Steve and Robin's playing around and roughhousing while they work

Eddie's dæmon holds out a little longer than Eddie's body, and dies in Dustin's arms as he desperately clings to the last vestige of his friend

Hopper and Joyce's dæmons getting so friendly and like scent marking each other, playing together, snuggling together from like s1 but the humans still don't get over themselves and get together til s4

Hopper and Joyce's dæmons are just Pixie and Brutus from the Pet Foolery comics (see pet_foolery on instagram)

[steddiehyperfixation]

don't you forget about me (part four)

(part one)(part two)(part three)

Eddie wakes from a thankfully dreamless sleep, his head on his pillow now, which is somehow far less comfortable than Steve’s solid chest. Speaking of… Eddie looks around; Steve isn’t there at all anymore, and Eddie is alone. He’s disappointed, though not entirely surprised, that Harrington’s left him again despite his promises. 

In fact, he’s honestly more surprised when less than two minutes into his wallowing in the empty room, the door is pushed open by none other than Steve Harrington carrying two trays of food, one balanced on each hand like a goddamn waiter. It’s kind of adorable, actually, Eddie thinks, and that thought surprises him a little too. 

“Oh, you’re awake! Good morning.” Steve sets one of the trays on Eddie’s lap. His smile is bright, though there’s a slight, uncertain wobble to it. “Shitty hospital food and shitty hospital TV, right?” 

“Right.” Eddie’s face breaks into a grin, something light unfurling in his chest. He glances at the plate of gross food on his lap then back up at Steve, and he admits, “You know, for a second there I thought you’d left again.” 

Steve shakes his head as he settles into the chair beside the bed with his own tray. “I promised you I’d hang out today. I’m a man of my word.”

“Good.” Eddie smiles and grabs a remote off the bedside table, turning on the TV. “Now for our mealtime entertainment, let’s see what’s on the shitty TV today.”

The television starts blaring some old black-and-white rerun of I Love Lucy. Eddie’s immediately about to change the channel, but then he notices the way Steve’s eyes have lit up. “Hey, that’s not shitty TV!” Steve says. “I used to watch this with my mom all the time when I was a kid.” 

Eddie snorts. “Of course you did.”  

Steve gives him an indignant look. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“Nothing.” Eddie shakes his head evasively, shoveling a forkful of rubbery scrambled eggs into his mouth so he doesn’t have to say anything else. 

Steve just rolls his eyes, almost affectionately, like they’ve had conversations like this before. He chews on a flimsy piece of bacon and makes a face, nose scrunching up. “Ugh, you really weren’t kidding about the shitty food, though.” 

“Nope,” Eddie laughs, “I really wasn’t. Thanks for catering it though.” He swallows down another mouthful of food, and then adds with a little less levity, “And, uh, thanks for last night, too - for calming me down. Don’t think I’ve said that yet.”

“Oh, yeah, of course.” Steve gives a small smile, shrug, slight shake of his head, a tiny pinch between his brows like he doesn't quite get why Eddie even feels the need to thank him for that. “That's what I’m here for. I just hope I didn't cross any boundaries or anything, holding onto you like that.” 

Now it's Eddie's turn to give him a confused little smile and a head shake. “No, of course not. That was exactly what I needed.” He attempts to add some humor back into the conversation, jokingly quips, “Although, to be fair, I never did think that King Steve would ever be caught dead in a bed with The Freak.”

Steve had hazarded another bite of his breakfast, trying the eggs this time, only to choke on it at Eddie’s comment. He coughs, hits his fist against his chest, and hurriedly takes a sip from the water bottle on his tray. 

“Jesus.” Eddie tries not to take offense, assuming Steve’s reaction to be one of disgust at the double entendre. “That bad of a thought, huh?” 

Steve shakes his head and clears his throat, face flushed. “No, no, it’s not that, man. Food just went down the wrong pipe, is all.” 

“Uh huh…” 

“Seriously.” Steve gulps down some more water, quiet for a moment before adding, “You know I’m not King Steve anymore, right? Haven’t been for a while now, since even long before your memories end.” 

“Yeah, I know. You ditched Tommy H. and Carol your junior year, and then Nancy Wheeler dumped you and Billy Hargrove stole your crown and bashed your face in your senior year, I remember,” Eddie recalls. “But for the most part you were still well-known and well-liked, still this popular, pretty, rich boy jock all the girls still drooled over, so.” He shrugs. “Always figured ‘King’ still fit.” 

“Right…” Steve raises his eyebrows as Eddie lists off these events of his life, looking at him with a smirk of barely-hidden amusement. “I forgot you were obsessed with me.”  

Eddie’s jaw drops in exaggerated offense. “I was not obsessed with you.” 

“Were too,” Steve taunts.

“Was not.” 

“Were too.” 

“Was not.” Eddie chucks a piece of bacon at him. 

Steve gasps indignantly as the bacon slaps him in the face and tumbles onto his lap. “You child!” But he’s laughing, retaliates by flinging a forkful of eggs back at Eddie. 

The conversation devolves into a full-on food fight, shrieking and cackling as they pelt each other with flying bits of eggs and bacon. It turns out shitty hospital food serves far better as ammunition than it does as anything actually edible. 

A nurse chooses the exact wrong time to decide to come in and check on Eddie, walking into the room at just the right moment to be caught in the crossfire and hit with a stray chunk of egg. Both boys freeze. 

“Uh oh…” Eddie mutters under his breath. Just his luck - it’s not the young, nice nurse, Katie, who always laughs at his jokes, but Nurse Margaret, the old, mean one who he’s never once seen crack a smile. She flicks the egg bit off her shoulder, leveling them with a stern frown as she marches over. 

Eddie casts a furtive glance at Steve who looks back at him, lips twitching like he’s trying not to laugh again, and Eddie feels mirth bubbling back up in his own chest too. He has to look away from Steve again before he loses it. 

He sucks his lips in, clamping them together between his teeth to hold in his laughter, and he stares up at Margaret with a thin-lipped, guilty, upside down smile as she chides them both for making a mess and scolds Eddie for exerting himself and risking reopening his wounds. Steve mumbles an apology and starts cleaning up the scattered bits of food strewn about the room while Margaret double checks that Eddie hasn’t, in fact, reopened his wounds or gotten worse in any way. Once the nurse is satisfied with both the state of the room and the state of Eddie, she whisks away what’s left of their food trays and stalks out of the room with one last disapproving look over her shoulder.

Then and only then does Eddie risk eye-contact with Steve again, and the two of them immediately burst back into laughter. Steve nearly doubles over with it, leaning against the trash can where he’d just been dusting off his hands. “Oh my god,” he chuckles out. “Her face when I hit her with that egg? I was so sure she was gonna kick me out.” 

“Nearly gave mean old Margaret an aneurysm, and that was just from hitting her shoulder,” Eddie snickers. “Imagine if you hit her in the eye or something.” 

Steve does his best impression of Margaret’s angry scowl and reproachful huff, and Eddie cackles. He laughs so hard his sides ache and his injuries hurt, wounds aggravated by the movement of his laughter, but he doesn’t care, the pain far too distant beneath the cushion of painkillers and positive emotion he currently feels so high on. 

“You’ve still got some egg in your hair,” Steve notices with another amused snort as he pushes himself away from the trash can and approaches Eddie’s bed again. He plucks the offending bit of food out of Eddie’s curls and smooths down the hair where it had been stuck. “There.” 

Steve’s fingertips brush ever so lightly against Eddie’s cheek when he fixes his hair. It sends a pleasant sort of shiver down Eddie’s spine, turning his laughter to breathless giggles just for a moment. “Thanks.”

Steve flicks the egg chunk into the trash before sinking back into the bedside chair with a soft sigh and a warm smile. “God, I missed this,” he says, “just laughing with you.” 

“Yeah.” Eddie returns the grin. For him, of course, this is the first time they’ve laughed together like this, but he has to admit he’s already rather fond of it. “Can’t remember the last time I’ve laughed that hard.”

Steve’s smile turns nostalgic, like he can remember the last time Eddie laughed like that, like he was there for it. “It’s a good look on you - laughter,” he says, so quietly Eddie almost feels like maybe it wasn’t meant for him to hear. And Eddie can’t help but think that laughter is a pretty good look on Steve too, all rosy cheeks and shining eyes.

“How did we become friends?” Eddie asks, before his previous thought can take any sort of root. 

The nostalgia in Steve’s expression only grows. “It was the beginning of June, start of summer, probably only a few weeks after your memories stop. I was working at the Scoops Ahoy in Starcourt, that new mall that had just opened, and you wandered in,” he says, looking at Eddie with a teasing glint to his eyes, “because you were obsessed with me-”

“Was not,” Eddie protests immediately.

“Were too,” Steve laughs. “Anyways, you saw me in my stupid little sailor uniform trying and very obviously failing to chat up a girl at the counter, and you came in just to laugh at me, actually.” 

“Okay, that does sound like me,” Eddie concedes with a grin. He probably walked in there just for the sailor costume alone, if he’s being honest with himself. That’s something he’d kill to see - just for a good laugh, of course. “Do you still have that uniform? It might, you know, jog my memory a little if you were to bring it in one day,” he suggests slyly. 

“You and that uniform, man,” Steve scoffs and shakes his head like this is something they’ve talked about many, many times before, enough for it to become a predictable sort of annoyance, a longsuffering inside joke. “No, I don’t still have it. Threw it out first chance I had, not to mention it got totally ruined when the- uh, when the mall burned down.” 

Eddie’s eyes go slightly wide. “The mall burned down? While you were there?” 

“Yeah- well, sort of,” Steve falters, a shadow falling over his expression, and he shakes his head again. “It’s kind of a long story, and not the one I’m telling right now.” 

“Right, yeah, shit.” Eddie waves his hand as if to erase everything he’d said before. “Forget I mentioned it.” He, more than anyone, understands not wanting to relive bad memories right now. “Continue the other story. How did we go from me making fun of you to us being besties?”

The shadow lifts as Steve returns to that memory. “Oh, yeah. I told you the show wasn’t free and that you needed to order something or leave. So you bought a milkshake, which I somehow managed to end up completely spilling all over the both of us when I tried to hand it to you. You were livid,” he chuckles, “thought I’d done it on purpose, even though I definitely hadn’t. I felt so bad I insisted on helping you clean up. You were icy about it, but you let me show you to the sink in the backroom and accepted the jacket I lent you so you wouldn’t have to walk around with ice cream stains on your shirt all day.” 

“That’s quite the meet-cute,” Eddie jokes. “Are you sure you’re describing our friendship and not some rom-com chick flick you watched last week?” 

“Nah, true story, honest. It wasn’t a rom-com,” Steve says, and though he smiles, there’s an odd sadness to it too. He shakes his head and continues, “Anyways, you clearly warmed up to me after that because you came back the next day to return the jacket and apologize for being a bit of a dick before, and then you gave me this whole ‘you’re actually a good dude’ speech and told me to give you a call if I ever wanted to split a joint or something. I took you up on it that same night; it had been a rough day at work and I figured why not, so I came over and we smoked and we talked and we got along like a house on fire - better than either of us expected, I think. And that was our thing, then, after that - smoking and talking. Sometimes weed, sometimes just cigarettes, and sometimes we just smoked and didn’t talk, and then sometimes we just talked and didn’t smoke; until eventually we started doing other things together too besides just talking and smoking, we were just hanging out. At that point we were friends, practically inseparable, and then we-” Steve stops himself, a shade of melancholy reentering his dim smile once more. “We only got closer from there.” 

“That sounds nice…” Eddie tries to remember it, really digs deep in his mind for any sort of spark of memory or recognition in Steve’s words, but it’s empty. It all just sounds like a story to him, doesn’t settle anywhere real. It’s a good story, sure, one he’d like to experience, one he aches to connect with, but a story nonetheless, only words, only fiction. “I wish I could remember that.” 

“Me too,” Steve says, and Eddie hates how sad he looks, hates even more that he’s the cause of it. 

“Well, I guess we’ll just have to make new memories, then!” Eddie declares with a theatrical amount of enthusiasm as he flashes Steve a bright grin, all in the hopes of chasing that sadness back off of his face. “Won’t we, my friend?” 

Success; Steve seems a little startled by Eddie’s sudden gusto, but he laughs and smiles, the real kind this time that shines in his eyes again. “Yeah, I guess we will.”

Eddie does his best to keep the conversation away from their past after that, not only in an attempt to keep the light in Steve’s expression but for his own sake too. It’s a strange thing to be reminded of the fact that he shares a history with someone and has no memory of it, to be around someone who seems to know everything about him while he feels as though they’ve only just met.

For the most part, hanging out with Steve is nice and fun and easy - there’s something so natural, familiar, about the way they talk, the way they banter, the way they sit together even in the silences. But sometimes Eddie will say something that makes a sadness flicker in Steve’s eyes again, or sometimes Steve will say something that makes Eddie wonder just what secrets this guy knows about him and his skin crawls with that old discomfited itch. They’re both quick with a joke, a redirection, whenever the other’s expression falters, though, like Steve is trying to make sure Eddie doesn’t feel uncomfortable just as much as Eddie is trying to make sure Steve doesn’t feel sad. 

Other visitors come in and out of Eddie’s room that day too: Dustin stops by with a portable cassette player and some newer heavy metal albums that came out during the period Eddie no longer remembers, which brings more than one source of entertainment as it also incurs Nurse Margaret’s wrath again when they listen to it too loud. Wayne drops in with some actually edible fast food for lunch and a deck of cards, playing a few rounds of a few games. Nurse Katie checks in on him to redress his wounds and she laughs at his stories of annoying Margaret. Even Steve has to leave a couple times, says he has errands to run or needs to pick up Robin from work, but he promises to be back each time and each time he is. 

Night has fallen now, and it’s just Eddie and Steve again, Steve sitting, as always, beside Eddie’s bed as they watch whatever cheesy old movie is playing on TV while Eddie fights off sleep. He fears it still; each wave of drowsiness that washes over him is met with a shiver in his heart that breathes ice into his veins and freezes him awake. 

After about Eddie’s hundredth attempt to suppress a yawn, Steve turns off the TV and looks at him. “Are you tired?” 

“No,” Eddie says, only for his lie to be almost immediately undermined by another traitorous yawn. “Alright, yeah, I am, but- I don’t want to sleep,” he admits. “I don’t want to dream.”

“Oh.” Steve’s gaze softens, sympathetic. For the first time unprompted, not waiting for a nightmare or for Eddie to ask like he always had before, Steve moves closer and takes Eddie’s hand. “I’ve got you, you know,” he says, the statement fierce in its sincerity. “It’ll be alright. I’ll fight off your nightmares with my bare hands if I have to.” 

Steve’s hand is warm against the chill in Eddie’s blood, the heat of his skin seeping in to thaw his fear. “I don’t think a nightmare is something you can fight,” Eddie says, cracking a smile, but looking at Steve now, he can almost believe it. 

There’s a new sort of spark in Steve’s eyes, protective, devoted, and it burns the way a fire in the hearth of a home burns, like something dangerous made safe just for him. Eddie suddenly doesn’t doubt, somehow, that Steve could fight off anything, even something as intangible as a nightmare, if it was threatening Eddie. With Steve here holding his hand, he somehow doesn’t doubt that not a single thing can hurt him. Not a single thing would even dare try. 

And not a single thing does. 

No nightmares make their way into Eddie’s mind that night, no bad memories stir in his subconscious. That night, instead, he dreams of Steve.

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[bitterspoons]

Chapter One: Steve Harrington Series

A Demogorgon ate my pet cat.

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Oc

Chapter Summary: In which we meet Lacy Henderson and where Lacy Henderson returns home.

Series Warnings: Probably gore, angst, fluff, slight grooming and domestic abuse.

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“Where the hell have you been, Dustin?” 

Lacy, probably the second most sought after girl other than Nancy Wheeler (who was surprisingly popular despite what she thought) was also the first member of “The Party” a name for her little brother’s friend group after she introduced them to a game called Dungeons and Dragons. 

Was it surprising that the Barbarian of The Party was angry? Not really since the eldest Henderson child was known in Hawkins to look mean but she was pissed. 

In her defense, after the most hectic sophomore year of high school filled with Demo-gorgons and a mysterious girl named Eleven—she needed a break. She went to an English and Arts program for two months to visit her then-boyfriend, just to go through hell and break up with him. 

So as one would expect when the girl came back from the program and told her little brother to be home by dinner–just for that request to be completely ignored, she was upset.

Asking around her neighbors, she found out a general area of where Dustin could be and when she saw little flashlights and tweaked into her radio system—she was pretty sure she found him. She drove in on her moped, ready to yell at her little brother. 

Honestly, Lacy didn’t know what to expect when she found her brother and his friends in some random junk yard after dark—maybe alcohol, drugs or (more realistically) building a spaceship—but it so wasn’t this. 

“Holy shit! ” Quickly revving up her moped again and running over beings that she didn’t want to name—she grabbed whoever was stupidly out in the open and threw them into the van her brother was hiding in. 

Lacy Henderson grabbed a piece of scrap metal and shoved it against the door as—she hated to think about it—the demogorgons started bashing against the van. “Dustin, you are so dead.” Lacy said, out of breath. “And why the hell is Steve Harrington here?” 

“No time to explain!” The younger Henderson replied as the van shook again. “Demogorgon on the roof!” He shrieked. 

“I swear to god we got rid of those like a year ago!” Lacy groaned as she quickly grabbed a red-headed girl who was staring into the eyes of a Demogorgon and quickly dragged her away. 

Steve “The Hair” Harrington brandished a weaponized baseball bat at the Demogorgon and they all held their breaths. 

The world seemed to stop before the Demogorgon looked away and sprinted into the distance. 

They carefully exited the abandoned van to see a clear coast. 

“Think Steve scared them off?” The red-head asked as they peaked their heads out. 

“No,” Lucas replied—following Steve out the van. “If anything it was Lacy.” 

Lacy shook her head too. “Not a chance.” 

“It was being called somewhere…” Steve Harringotn deduced. 

Sighing, Lacy grabbed a spare metal pole she found and started heading in the direction the Demogorgons went. “C’mon people, we have monsters to chase and questions to ask. Such as who’s the redhead, why is Harrington here and why are Demogorgons still here even after we blasted them to oblivion?” 

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“Well…now you know who we are—who are you?” The redhead—Max asked. 

Shining the flashlight around, Lacy answered. “Dustin’s older, cooler, better, half sister on our dad’s side—My name is Lacy Isabella Henderson, I witnessed all this shit a year ago and I just came back from a school program. Oh I’m also the Barbarian of our Party. I’m a junior in highschool and freshly single.” 

“You broke up with your boyfriend?” Dustin turned to her. 

She just nodded before Steve Harrington interrupted. “Did you know about Dart?” 

“Who?” 

Dustin shuffled his feet as they kept walking. “I thought I made a super cool discovery of some new species but it was actually a baby demogorgon and I named it Dart. So far, he’s molted three times and went from the size of a lizard to the size of a german shepard in 48 hours.” He summarized. 

Lacy blinked unfazed. “Alright then…”

They started discussing Dart’s rapid growth when Steve pointed out how “Dart” was going to start eating bigger pray than cats—despite Dustin’s aggressive hand signals to stop talking. 

“Dart ate a cat?” Lucas asked incredulously. 

“No!” Dustin denied quickly. 

“What are you talking about?” Steve looked around confused. “Didn’t he eat Mews?” 

Lacy’s jaw dropped. “He ate Mews?” She shrieked.

As arguments started to break out amongst the five—Lucas yelling at Dustin for keeping Dart, Dustin yelling at Lucas for  telling Max about the Party’s secret and Lacy yelling at a demogorgon who probably couldn’t hear her. 

“Hey guys—” Steve tried shushing Lacy who in response swatted him away angrily. “Guys!” He yelled. “Listen!” 

The group quieted down to hear the screeching noises coming from the distance. 

Lacy practiced swinging her metal pipe before running down the hill towards the noise—everyone else quickly followed behind her. 

“Guys?” Max stood in place a bit. “We’re supposed to be going away from the sound, not towards it!” Max protested but soon caved and started chasing after them. 

As they marched towards the lab—flashlights shined down on them from the lab’s entrance. 

“Who the hell is blinding us—for god's sake.” Lacy mumbled to herself as they started to exit the woods—tripping over her feet. “God, Dustin next time, remind me to not wear heels when saving the world.” 

Steve turned to her, unimpressed. “Can’t you take anything seriously?” 

Lacy pitched her voice down to mock him. “Can’t you take anything seriously?” She rolled her eyes and walked in front of him. “I’m literally in mourning! A demogorgon ate my cat!” She brandished her pipe annoyed. “And who is shining lights in my eyes!” 

“Steve?” They heard a feminine voice call out. 

“Nancy?” Steve replied as they walked closer. 

“Jonathan?” Dustin called out. 

“Lacy?” Jonathan called back. 

“What a reunion.” Lacy deadpanned. “What are you guys doing here?” She asked, confused, about why she was seeing her grademates during their hunt for monsters. 

“We’re looking for Mike and Will,” The older siblings responded, putting their flashlights down. 

Lacy furrowed her eyebrows. “They’re…not in there, are they?” Lacy pointed her flashlight over to where the monster infested lab was. 

“We’re not sure, why?” 

The universe answered their question and screams and demogorgon shrieks emitted distantly from the lab. 

Skidding down the hill, Lacy ran into the security hut. “C’mon! We have to get them outta there!” 

They quickly followed after her like ducklings, 

“When did you guys last see my brother?” Nancy asked as they ran down. 

Lacy shrugged. “I got back two hours ago, I’ve only seen these guys.” 

Lucas also tried answering. “Not since this morning—Will had another episode yesterday and—”

“Will had another episode?” Jonathan cut in. 

“Guys!” Nancy started to run faster down the hill. “The powers back on!” 

Jonathan and Dustin ran into the security hut too—pushing buttons and trying to digitally open the gates while the others tried physically lifting the gates. 

After a few minutes of frustrated efforts—Lacy ran into the security hut. 

“Wanna take a whack at it?” Jonathan offered. 

Lacy nodded, cracking her knuckles as Dustin and Jonathan backed up. She took her metal pipe and started hitting the metal buttons. 

“Not—an—actual—whack!” Jonathan tried communicating in between her violent methods. 

A loud buzzer sounded throughout the lab as the metal gates began to open. 

Sighing, Lacy blew a blonde strand from her face. “See? Works every time.” 

Lucas pointed at a sauntering Lacy who threw her metal pipe into a car window and climbed in to steal a small pistol. “The Party’s Barbarian.” He introduced. 

The group leaped out of the way as two cars came speeding out of the now very silent lab. 

One with the markings of the police station skidded in front of them. “Get in!” The Chief of Police yelled. 

Lacy practically threw her brother and his friends into the car—ducking in herself and pulling her classmates in before they drove to the Byer’s house.

 “What the hell happened in there?” 

[strangerficsxx]

Wilhelmina Byers | Familial Relationships

This post involves the familial relationships between Wilhelmina, her parents and brothers. The content was too long to put on her character bio. However, this post needs to be updated and is in need of touch-ups and editing. There will be slight spoilers and talk of past trauma, missing persons, death, pos father, shitty father-daughter relationship.

Jonathan Byers

Jonathan is Wilhelmina's younger brother (by a year) and had a deep and affective brother-sister relationship with her brother. She always supported him in various things and took a keen interest in his photography. Sometime they befriended Jennifer Henderson and became closer when they both expressed their interest in the older Henderson sibling. However, things turned when their father failed to be a good role model, and she became a substitute for him (and sometimes Joyce), After witnessing that Lonnie failed to take Will to a baseball game, she and Jonathan mustered the idea and gave Will a mixtape with what would become Will's favorite song, The Clash's "Should I stay or Should I Go". When she and her brothers heard Joyce arguing on the phone with Lonnie, Wilhelmina shut her bedroom door. Will asked if their father wasn't coming, and Jonathan asked is Will even liked baseball. Will said sometimes. Wilhelmina then asked if Will legitimately liked The Clash, and Will happily confirmed so. The brothers and sister turned up the volume on Jonathan's stereo and began jamming together. In 1982, the day Lonnie left the Byers' home permanently, she partaken with Jonathan ad Will to build Castle Byers together, using Will's drawings as blueprints. Jonathan found Will struggling to hammer funny, and the two continued to built the fort even after it began raining and got sick afterwards. In 1983, after Will went missing, Wilhelmina became infuriated and told Jonathan that she feared something was wrong. They blamed their father which prompted them to drive to Indianapolis to search Lonnie's house for Will which brought the siblings closer after they fell apart a year prior. She defended Jonathan against their father after their arrival after an incident when they went hunting as children which resulted in Jonathan crying for weeks after killing a rabbit. She told Jonathan to stand down after the physical altercation which made her search every little spot in his trailer. When they left, she apologized to him still for no doing something when they were children as he brushed it off. After being reunited with both Jonathan and Will after he was rescued from the upside down, she made it her job to try and protect both of her younger brothers. In 1984, when her and Jonathan were on good terms, she tried to get invited to Tina's Halloween bash, but declined since she would be stuck working and he taking Will trick or treating. After her death, when Jonathan received the news, he was up and frustrated. He almost blamed himself for her dying, instead of bringing her with him when he went with Nancy Wheeler to exposed Hawkins Laboratory. There was no mention of her death when in contact with their mom, Joyce, prompting to keep silent since she was already stressed and worried about other stuff. In 1986, after Wilhelmina confirmed herself alive and well, returned to the Wheeler's and finally tearfully reunited with her brother's and explaining why she was gone for so long. Later, when she, her brother's, Argyle and Nancy make their way to help clean and fix Hopper's cabin, she soon reunites with Joyce, Jim, and Eleven where she never felt so much relief seeing her mother.

Joyce Byers

Though Joyce deeply cared for her eldest daughter just as she did for Jonathan and Will, she felt guilty that she had been unable to support her more, due to her time-consuming job. Joyce admitted to Wilhelmina that "I hardly know what's going on with you" (and toward Jonathan too). After Will vanished, Joyce's sanity was tested, and in turn so was the relationship between her and her remaining children. However, Wilhelmina does care for her mother greatly, going as far as almost fighting Steve for insulting her family (after overhearing it from Jennifer). When Wilhelmina realized that her mother was telling the truth about Will being alive, she apologized and the two reconciled with Jonathan, where they managed to reunite with Will after his rescue from the Upside Down. However, Wilhelmina does care for her mother greatly, going as far as almost fighting Steve for insulting her family (after overhearing it from Jennifer). When Wilhelmina realized that her mother was telling the truth about Will being alive, she apologized and the two reconciled with Jonathan, where they managed to reunite with Will after his rescue from the Upside Down. In 1984, Wilhelmina continued to have a good relationship with her mother as they both (including Jonathan) became protective of Will though she was less protective of all her immediately family. However, she resented her mother's relationship with Bob Newby as she, like Jonathan, did not understand what she saw in him. Unfortunately before she could reunite with her brother's and mother, she died from a demodog bite and never found out that her younger brother was possessed by the Mind Flayer. In 1986, with no contact for two and half years, it was implied that her relationship would have gotten better if she hadn't "died." When she joined her brother (after he returned to Hawkins), after temporarily defeating Vecna, Wilhelmina was reunited with her mother and shared an embrace with her.

Lonnie Byers

Wilhelmina had a uncomplicated and benevolent relationship with her father, Lonnie. Unlike Will and Jonathan, Lonnie never forced Wilhelmina to either feminine or masculine activities, and supported her growing up in which when he took her brother (Jonathan) and her hunting, she never shed a tear or was upset when she killed a rabbit, unlike her brother who cried. That caused slight conflict between the father and daughter. It's implied that Lonnie and Wilhelmina have gotten in vocal altercations, as when her brother was pushed off Lonnie when searching his house for Will, she heard Lonnie commented that Jonathan had "gotten stronger". Upon her parents' divorce, Wilhelmina had a slight motherly role when it came to her younger brother Will and actively encouraging both him and Jonathan to like what people deem "not normal" and telling them that Lonnie was the last person tell what they should be like. In the fall of 1983, Wilhelmina and Jonathan took it upon themselves to investigate Lonnie's home in Indianapolis, frustrated over their father's lack of urgency that Will was missing and coldly gave her a missing flyer poster. When Lonnie returned to Hawkins for Will's funeral and tended to a seemingly mentally unwell Joyce, Lonnie sternly told Jonathan and Wilhelmina to stop encouraging Joyce's claims of a monster taking Will. When Joyce discovered that Lonnie only returned to Hawkins to get lawsuit money off of Will's death, Lonnie lied by saying they could use the money for Wilhelmina and Jonathan's college fund, only to reveal that he didn't even know that both Byers siblings wanted to go to NYU since they were six. In the fall of 1984, when Wilhelmina is in the restroom with Jennifer Henderson as she remices on the Halloween party, Wilhelmina confirmed that Lonnie was an asshole and was too blind by wanting the "perfect" father-daughter relationship, showing her ill will toward her father. Jennifer questioned if her hesitance stemmed from her trust issues, showing that she feared becoming both Lonnie and Joyce. In the spring of 1986, after a tearful reunion with Jennifer, she feared that if she continued down her current path, she'd end up like her parents -- mostly her father -- abusive and unloving.

Will Byers

Wilhelmina is Will's older sister by five years. Due to their father's absence, Wilhelmina and Jonathan became role models and a substitute father for Will. For her, it was difficult since she's not a boy. After Lonnie failed to take Will to a baseball game, Wilhelmina and Jonathan gave Will a mixtape with what would become Will's favorite song, The Clash's "Should I Stay or Should I Go". When they heard Joyce arguing on the phone with Lonnie, Jonathan shut his bedroom door. Will asked if their father wasn't coming, and Jonathan asked if Will even liked baseball. Will said he didn't but tried to say it was fun to go with their father sometimes. Wilhelmina than asked if Lonnie did what Will wanted to do, such as the arcade. She also added on to her brother and said that Will shouldn't be forced to like things because people tell him to, especially not their father. Jonathan then asked if Will legitimately liked The Clash, and Will happily confirmed so. The brothers turned up the volume on Jonathan's stereo and began jamming together. In 1982, the day Lonnie left the Byers' home permanently, Wilhelmina took part in helping her brother's built Castle Byers, using Will's drawings as blueprints. Wilhelmina found Will struggling to hammer funny, and the three continued to built the fort even after it began raining and got sick afterwards. In 1983, after Will never came home the night before after his D&D campaign, Wilhelmina, Jonathan and Joyce looked all through the woods for Will. That evening, Jonathan brought out photos of Will to make wanted posters. Joyce, noticing both Wilhelmina and Jonathan sobbing quietly, asked them what was wrong. the duo, through tears, said that the should have been there for his brother, but Joyce comforted him and told him it was not his fault. With not being present with Will's disappearance and her family, she was dealing with Jennifer Henderson's issues as well as her own working. When Joyce and Hopper finally rescued Will from the Upside Down, Jonathan reunited with his brother at the hospital. In the fall of 1984, Wilhelmina became protective over her younger brother including Jonathan, but not nearly as protective such as Joyce. She never knew about the drawings he made or the temperature change and fevers, the bullying, etc. feeling like she did something wrong by not being there like she should have as a sister, and aided in protecting him from what came at him. She later found out that Jonathan wasn't with Will whilst trick-or-treating, and that prompted her to keep an eye on him, knowing that he had "an episode" but never questioned it. Unfortunately, before she could understand what was going on with her little brother, she was later attacked by the demodogs, and took it to her grave that in her next life, she'll be a better sister. Her death wasn't mentioned to Will until after the events of season two, closer before the events took place in season three. In 1986, she and Will reunited in the Wheeler's driveway and vowed that she'll be a better sister, and was sorry that she wasn't there for him like she should have been prior. She briefly mentioned what happened to her after Will asked her why she was gone for almost two years, where she tells him the important details before reuniting with their mother Joyce at Hopper's cabin where she helped her brother's and them clean and fix the cabin.

[fandoms-in-law]

Keep the Pool

Summary: Nancy has trauma over Steve's pool and pool parties. That causes issues when everyone knows he's a naiad and needs it to live but she keeps on thinking it should go.

Warnings: suicide/ death mentions galore, arguments, nancy bashing, naiad Steve

Authors Note: I woke up with the first line of this in my head and it spiralled from there. Being honest here, I don't like Nancy. She's cool but doesn't deal, or really admit her feelings enough to properly deal with them so yeah, I definitely see this happening if she had to face Steve's home or his pool again

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“I don't know how you can still swim in there.” Nancy grumbled.

It'd been a month since Vecna was killed and everyone's injuries were finally healed enough for Steve to host a pool party without half of them having to stay on the side. He frowned at Nancy as she eyed the pool with distrust. “Because it's my home.” He stated simply, floating in the water where he'd been checking it was clean, with no unnoticed debris in it.

She'd interrogated him alongside Dustin after he managed to pull them all back to his pool. She knew, probably better than the others, that he was a naiad and forever bound to the fountain he chose as home. Except Nancy had also been making comments and doing everything she could to tell Steve his home needed destroying, filling in, emptying, as if that wouldn't kill him to do.

“Your home killed Barb.” She countered as if that first instance of the Upside-Down was the only one that mattered, even now.

“And saved all of us, but especially Eddie's life.” He replied steadily, refusing to accept that blame again. Robin had gone through that night with him a lot after all Nancy's accusations from that Halloween came out after a nightmare when she was staying over.

She didn't reply, glaring at the water again and flouncing off to the kitchen.

Steve thought about following her. She had been the first to arrive and a good host probably would ensure his guests had drinks and snacks, but he knew Nancy, following would just be inviting another lecture on killing himself without those words spoken.

Before he could get out to wait for other people to greet Eddie, Dustin and Max were there, claiming loungers and placing bags beside the house. “Why's Nance look so furious?” Eddie called over, looking back into the house.

“She thinks I should've filled the pool with cement or something after Barbara went missing.” Steve explained, pulling himself out of the water. It was nice to be able to do so around others without having to conjure a glamour for the few moments it took his body to agree the slight changes for the water were no longer needed. When swimming nobody questioned it, but once he was out Steve had quickly learnt to glamour when the swimming team kept frowning as if he was weird, but since the Party all knew he was a naiad now he felt no need to do so.

Eddie froze, staring at him in hurt astonishment at the words, while both kids let out angry noises. “She knows you can't do that, right?” he asked.

“She knows!” Dustin snapped, “She asked more questions than I did over how this all works. If she's still saying that then Nancy is being either obtuse or heartless.”

“Does she seriously want you dead? I mean, Mike can be thoughtless but what the hell!” Max exclaimed, not noticing said boy coming through the house behind her, nor Joyce and Hopper following, having heard some of what was said and looking concerned.

Hopper took in the angry expressions of Eddie, Dustin and Max, as well as how nonplussed Steve seemed, and asked, “So what's Wheeler said now?”

“Nancy, not Mike, seems to think this pool is to blame for Barb's death and keeps trying to insist I fill it in or empty it, even after everything about Naiads has been explained to her.” Steve repeated. “They're mad because they realise she's basically told me to kill myself repeatedly and is angry that I refuse to.”

“Glad you've got that straight, Kid. Joyce, I think I'll probably mess up that talk if I try to have it with Nancy.” He nodded,

As Joyce turned to go inside, clearly planning to have the conversation while things were fresh they heard Robin yell, “You want Steve to Die? Seriously? Think about what the fuck you're saying or get the fuck out of here and away from me!”

As everyone hurried in they could see Nancy clearly stumbling through a denial Robin wasn't allowing. “No. You said you want the pool emptied and filled in, that means Steve is dead. There are no two ways about this. The pool stays because it is Steve's home and he survives with the connection to it. You don't get to moan about trauma and difficulties while saying the only fucking solution is to kill my best friend!” She cut off, gesturing out towards the pool. “Trauma is not dealt with by avoiding it, nor by destroying the thing you connect to the trauma. What you're doing is repeating that you want Steve Harrington dead! I know you've said this to him before so don't fucking deny that either.”

“Robbie,” Steve called softly, shuffling through the people blocking the door. “Robbie, I'm not going anywhere. You know that.” He soothed, already braced when she threw herself into his arms.

“This isn't how you deal with trauma Nancy.” Mike said, agreeing with Robin's words and getting the attention off the best friends clinging to each other. “Or did you think Joyce, Will and Jonathon should have moved house as soon as Will was rescued? That house was where he was taken from.”

Nancy shook in place, staring frantically around at everyone as if looking for someone to agree, even with what she was insisting on had had its consequences plainly spelt out. “It killed Barb.” She stuttered out.

“No.” Will moved forwards now. “The upside-down did that, the demogorgon or whatever monster she encountered in the place. The pool didn't kill anyone.”

Steve looked at everyone frowning or glaring at Nancy and released Robin to step forwards. “This is important to make clear, but ganging up on Nancy isn't going to help right now. Avoidance worked for Nancy. I wasn't inviting anyone over and the kids or Robin have been the only ones to ask to come round so she's been fine until now. The issue here is she's trying to make me let her keep avoiding it, ignoring just what she's basically trying to make a condition of her coming to my house. You understand that's unfair and irrational, don't you, Nancy?” He said, first looking around at everyone, before focusing on her.

“But you – you weren't born here so you can just chose to move.” She tried to protest now meeting his eyes.

Dustin cleared his throat to argue, but remained silent when Steve held up his hand.

“You asked that question when I let you and Dustin interrogate me over being a naiad. You know that I can't and that what you've been asking is essentially saying I should kill myself. This bargaining is harmful, to you and to all of our trust in you.” He explained calmly, pretending not to have winced at the words.

Jonathan appeared beside him, nodding in support. “We got through healing from that first instance of the Upside-Down by making new memories in our home, happier ones. We worked through what we could talking to each other. It's not a case of fighting things we've gone through forever more but accepting them, talking through the reactions we have because of it and building new memories.”

“Like me, getting Steve to help me practice swimming here after I learnt how my friend died. Or have you forgotten that before Barb befriended you and you decided only she could come around that I was her friend and trying to be yours?” Robin nodded.

Nancy blinked at them again, fidgeting in place. “I need to think.”

“Yes, you do. But maybe you'll start feeling calmer around the pool if you sit inside but in view of it for a while today.” Joyce offered. “No need to come out and I'm sure some of us can keep you company throughout the evening, but it could be a start.”

She nodded, “Okay.”

Mike threw off his top then. “You do that. I'm going to go swim in the Naiad's fountain.” He huffed, hurrying through and getting the other kids rushing after him with calls for races or jokes about making that a DnD location.

“I'll stay. I'm sure you want to keep an eye on the kids.” Jonathan nodded to Steve, waving out to the pool.

“Thanks.”

With that everyone settled into the pool party, relaxing and letting the drama of its beginning fade.

As Hopper tried to convince the kids to end the evening for lifts home, he paused to pat Steve's shoulder, “We're keeping that pool and you for as long as we can. You keep remembering that we want you around.”

“I will Hop.” He grinned, “Even when these brats drive me insane.”

Since Eddie and Robin were insisting on staying over, the last to leave was Nancy. Just before going she shuffled out onto poolside, and hesitantly reached down to touch the surface of the pool, shoulders hunched in as if trying to remain unseen.

The remaining trio watched her quietly, Steve leaning on the edge of the pool with his legs kicking behind him while Eddie and Robin sat either side of him with just their feet in the water. “You okay?” Steve called softly.

“Yeah.” Nancy sighed, sounding uncertain of her words. “Yeah, I think – I think I could get calmer over your pool. Sorry for well, everything. I was just acting out of panic about coming faced to this again but shouldn't have said any of that. The party loves you and even after everything you're a good friend to me. Sorry about suggesting you should die for my trauma.”

“Honestly, wouldn't that just traumatise you more?” Steve suggested, a half smile being directed at her.

Nancy stared before laughing softly. “Probably yeah. Me and everyone else in our group would probably do everything we could to avoid Loch Nora forever more, I bet.”

“Good thing I'm keeping the pool, yeah?”

“Yeah.” She nodded, looking over her shoulder. “Have a good evening.”

[brunnerasposts]

"Halloween Bash" pt. 2

S.H. x Female Reader

Summary: You and Steve drop Dustin off at the snowball which leads to the mention of past lies and a revealing truth

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: st2 spoilers, best friends to lovers, sweet Dustin boi, swearing, mutual pining

Additional Notes: thank you all so much for all the love and support on the first parter to to this! I hope you all enjoy this second part as well! I kinda lost inspo halfway through writing this but tried to give it my all. Likes, comments, and reshares are always appreciated :)

Pt. 1 is linked here! :)

Tags: @onlylauraa @makepastanotwar13 @pagesfalling @loulou0101 @mrsjaderogers @frostandflamesfanfic @my-tin-can-mans @asmilinghopefullromantic

It had been two months since Tina's Halloween Bash incident and you weren't really sure where Steve had gone.

After Halloween night he had separated himself from you, not picking up any of your phone calls for almost over a week straight. He was never home either. It worried you, but you wanted to remain positive. Maybe he had gone on a spontaneous road trip with his family? Who knew?

You were worried.

Then at some point around one in the morning on November 8th, he had come knocking on your bedroom window and when you opened it, he seemed so relieved to see you.

The male hugged you tightly and you had never been more happy to hug him than in that moment. You didn't ask where he had gone, only glad that he had returned and was safe. You of course lectured him on not stating that he would be gone for a period of time and to not panic as you had been panicking all week.

He apologized, and the longer you looked at him, the more you noticed how he had seemed to have changed. Steve was different somehow. More nervous, more anxious now that he had seen you.

Almost as if something could have happened to you. It was strange yet you hugged him once more anyway.

Now as the colder season approached, you sat in the backseat of Steve's car, listening to him as he hyped up Dustin, one of the kids you had grown to love.

"Now you're gonna go in there."

"Yeah." Dustin nodded.

"You look like a million bucks." Steve continued to boost Dustin's confidence, your eyes focused on the head of hair Dustin had.

It was different than his normal curly hair, almost as though he had taken inspiration from Steve's hair and tried to make it his own.

"Yeah!" Dustin agreed, nodding once again. "And you're gonna slay 'em dead." Steve promised.

"Like a lion." Dustin then proceeded to purr with a grin on his face. You couldn't help but smile, always finding it a bit silly when he did that but also rather cute for his age. Steve, however, winced a bit.

"Yeah..don't do that, okay?" He asked, causing Dustin's smile to fall. "Okay."

Steve then held his hand out to Dustin, the boy shaking his hand as goodbye. "Be safe in there, and good luck." You told him, placing a small kiss to the boy's cheek. Dustin smiled a bit and nodded. "Yeah, good luck kid."

"I will and thanks." He nodded again before turning and removing his seat belt. He then opened the car door, and made his way out. Once he shut the door and began walking in, Steve rolled down the backseat window so you could also watch him walk inside.

"It's like sending our kid off to school," You joked, making him chuckle a bit. The both of you watched as Dustin turned his ticket into his science teacher and picked up a conversation, making you smile. Looking over at Steve you expected to see him smiling proudly as well, but he wasn't.

His face had contorted into one of slight hurt and sadness, making you confused. You looked back to where Dustin was, only to see the real problem. Behind the door that led into the gymnasium was Nancy Wheeler.

"Still hurts?" You asked, crawling into the front passenger seat. Once you were situated, the male nodded. "I still love her, but not really in the same way anymore." He shrugged his shoulders, making you arch an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, beforehand I loved her and wanted to really be with her. Now it's somehow turned itself into a friendly sort of love. I just want her to be okay." He sighed, and his answer made you smile.

"I'm proud of you Steve." You told him, the male smiling a bit in return. "Did you think I'd be miserable forever?" He questioned which made you laugh. "No, I'm just glad you managed to figure that out on your own."

"God knows how many times I had to step in when you couldn't dump a girl or tell her things weren't working out. I think I've gotten most of the Hawkins High females to somehow hate me yet love you still." While it was a joke, it was somewhat true. Anytime Steve had been too much of a high horse to break up with a girl, you'd have to do it for him. He finally was off the whole King Steve thing.

"Yeah that won't happen anymore." He promised, though you didn't really believe him. "Yeah sure, who's next on your list? Am I gonna have to start helping girls develop feelings for you now too?" You teased, making Steve chuckle.

"No, I uh..I think I can handle this one." He spoke, your playful manner quickly dying.

"Wait, you already have eyes on another girl?" You questioned, your chest tightening a bit from the sudden painful news.

"Yeah, I've actually had my eyes on her for a while. Before Nancy actually, but then Nancy came into the picture so I figured it would be easier with her." He shrugged, glancing inside the middle school one last time to make sure Dustin got in okay before driving off.

"And you've never mentioned her to me before?" You asked, now slightly offended at having never been told about your best friend's secret crush. Your mind was spinning, going through a flip book of names. "It's not Tammy Thompson is it?" You questioned, nose wrinkling up in disgust.

"No, no, it's not Tammy. She sounds like a muppet when she sings." He huffed, the comment making you giggle. The longer you tried to figure it out, the more lost in thought you became.

Steve glanced over at you, smiling softly because of your confused expression. He wasn't even sure if he wanted to tell you because this was more entertaining for him.

He enjoyed the way your eyebrows scrunched together when you were stuck trying to figure out the answer to something; it made him enjoy keeping it from you even more.

You were beginning to give up, a small whine leaving your mouth. "Oh come on, Stevie you know I'm not good at guessing." You frowned, making him laugh again.

"I know you aren't. Thats what makes this so fun." He stuck his tongue out at you, making you huff a bit. "Harrington, don't test me." You playfully warned, waving a finger at him.

He raised a hand up in surrender, keeping his eyes on the road. "Wouldn't dream of it, babe." The nickname while commonly used still made your heart flutter. You tried to calm yourself by thinking of any other girl that would have Steve's eyes, going through the years of highschool.

"Who was that one girl in Ms. Click's class? Robin I think her name was?" You questioned and Steve shrugged his shoulders as he turned on the radio. The beginning to the song "Keep on Loving You" by REO Speedwagon played, almost a little too fitting to the conversation. "Don't know her." Steve mentioned, making you nod a little.

"Well its obviously not Carol Perkins. She and Tommy are still a thing, number one. Number two, she was down right just a bitch." You didn't have too great of a past with Carol, a past you didn't really want Steve to know about as he used to be friends with her.

"Definitely not Carol Perkins. It's not Heather Holloway either." He practically read your mind. "God, Steve! You've associated with so many chicks these past four years, how am I supposed to guess who this girl is?" You asked as he pulled up to his house.

When the car was put into park, he turned to face you, smiling softly. Confused, you arched an eyebrow at him and faced him as well. "Steve?" You questioned, unsure if he had something to say.

His eyes shifted to your lips for a moment, making you suddenly nervous. You subconsciously licked your lips, a soft smile forming on your face as you figured he was just being a goof as usual. "Steve, what's up? Have you finally caved and are gonna tell me who it is?" You questioned, meeting his eyes.

"Yeah," He let out a small breath before nodding his head up and down. "Yeah, I'll tell you." He swallowed harshly, hands fidgeting as they moved from the steering wheel and now rested in his lap. "But I have to tell you something else first." Steve practically teased you, yet you let him tell you what he had to say anyway.

"Fine, what is it that you have to tell me?" You asked him, relaxing your shoulder into the cushioned seat of the car. Steve seemed hesitant to tell you, but ultimately took a deep breath and asked, "Do you remember Halloween night?"

You sighed softly, figuring he was going to apologize for the millionth time. "Steve—"

"Do you?" He asked softly, your eyebrows furrowing as you weren't sure what he was getting at. "Yes, I do. I remember the whole night." You promised him, tilting your head slightly as you took in his figure.

Steve seemed nervous, rubbing his hands on his jeans before running his fingers through his hair. "Okay, good. Good."

You couldn't help but giggle a bit. "Is that all?" You knew it wasn't, but it was clear he needed a little assistance in getting out what he had to say. "No, um, I had a confession I wanted to make."

His words caused your smile to slowly fall, your heart beginning to beat a little faster. What could he possibly have to confess about Halloween? Was it something involving Nancy?

"Y/N," He began, "I know I kissed you."

Your stomach dropped. "What?" You blinked a few times as you weren't even sure you heard him correctly.

"That night? I was drunk, but I know what happened. I kissed you, and I'm so sorry." He apologized, making you shake your head. "You have nothing to apologize for. Why are you even apologizing, Steve?" You asked, seeing as that was literally two months ago.

The high school senior's lips parted, and yet no words left his mouth. After a moment, you called his name.

"Steve."

"I wanted to apologize for kissing you that night. And I'm apologizing now because I want to kiss you again."

At first, you thought it had been a joke. Payback for Halloween was what you assumed. And yet it was very real. Steve's cheeks were flushed from embarrassment, his eyes frantically searching yours for some sort of sign of comprehension to what he had told you.

Slowly, you reached forward and grabbed Steve's hands. "Steve, listen." It was clear that just from those two words, Steve began to panic. He was worried you didn't feel that way too. "Halloween night wasn't just you. You may have initiated the kiss but I didn't necessarily stop it right away." You admitted, eyes focused on his hands.

It was hard to confess that while looking him in the eye. "Why not?" He asked nervously, making you smile. "Because I've been in love with you for a while Harrington." Your eyes finally met, and a smile was quick to grow on his face. "Really?" He asked, making you nod shyly.

"Thank god," He leaned forward, hands stretching outward to cup your face in them. Once he had, he met you halfway and pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was slow and gentle, despite the adrenaline boost you both had gotten beforehand.

It was like a dream. If it was, you never wanted to wake up. Your hands slowly inched their way up and around his neck, leaning into him as the kiss continued into multiple passionate ones.

"Steve," You mumbled against his lips, making him groan softly. "God, I really do love it when you say my name." He mentioned, making you tense suddenly. Slowly, you pulled away from the kiss and gave him a confused look.

It wasn't the first time you heard those words leave his mouth.

"Exactly how much of Halloween do you remember?" You asked him, making him chuckle a bit. "All of it?" He seemed nervous to tell you.

Your cheeks burned from embarrassment, you quickly hiding your face in your hands. His hands moved to your arms which he rubbed sympathetically. "Oh my God, you mean to tell me that for the last two months you've known I had feelings for you?" You questioned, Steve shrugging his shoulders.

"I was worried it wasn't true." He admitted, making you sigh and reveal your face once again. "Steve, you make me so frustrated sometimes." You couldn't help but laugh a bit in shock from the whole ordeal. He chuckled as well before gently intertwining your hands.

"I know." Was all he said before you both leaned in again. As you kissed, you felt completely and entirely whole. Nothing could ruin this chance you had with Steve. No one could, not even Nancy.

Once you both parted for air, Steve continued to grin like a fool. "What do you say we go inside and watch some Christmas movies?" He asked, your smile matching his own.

"How could I possibly say no?" You questioned, unbuckling your seatbelt. "Y/N?" Steve asked as you both exited the car, you looking over to him as you shut the car door.

"Yeah?" You let out a small breath, a cloud of air revealing itself on the chilly and snowy night.

"I love you."

Steve had never said that before. Not to you anyway. By the puppy dog look on his face, you knew it was a true statement.

"I love you too." You told him, sprinting over before hugging him tightly. He brought you into his arms, holding you just as close.

The ground beneath you both didn't seem to support the hug as Steve began to slip and slide a bit on the thin sheet of ice that covered his driveway. "You okay?" You giggled before screaming as you both ended up falling into the snow covered lawn.

Looking to each other, you proceeded to bust out laughing and stayed laying in the snow for a bit longer to simply enjoy the moment together.

"You're such a dork." You giggled, leaning in to press your lips against his. He pressed your body closer to his, practically melting under your touch.

"I'm your dork." He corrected you, gently brushing your hair out of your face. It was like you were living life inside a holiday romance movie.

And honestly? It's a movie you'll never forget.

THE END.

[thehargrovewhore]

forbidden fruit 🍒 | billy hargrove [18+]

summary;

in which a religious girl - gets acquainted with billy hargrove, the newest resident of hawkins.

warnings;

religious reader. swearing. drinking. slight smut. smoking. oral [f receiving]. dirty talk. & soft billy.

author's note;

this is long as fuck, sorry 😭 there is going to be a part two, and maybe it'll develop into a mini series? ugh idk

okay so this is written from a third person point of view, but i couldn't think of a name so i'm using the y/n insert.

so, whatever your name is, there ya go 😊

tags;

@hargrovesprincess @sioxxskywalkerxx

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this was such a stupid idea and she knew it. pulling at her leather skirt, that barely came to her trembling knee's, it's inevitable that a feeling of harsh regret quickly swallowed the girl's entire body whole.

her mom and dad, who were both in bed and asleep, had the impression that their daughter was over at debs, who was another goody two-shoes, and church-going girl.

that was a blatant lie. instead, she had decided to make her first party appearance at tina's halloween bash.

halloween was absolutely forbidden. although it was her favorite holiday, besides christmas. horror movies? nope, those are the work of lucifer himself. dressing up in some slutty costume for the night? nope, that means you're the town harlet.

these were just a few examples of the ridiculous rules she has had to follow. now that y/n was almost 18 years old, it was getting unbearable being so pure and inexperienced.

in her mind, there was nothing sensational about her. she has a mess of wavy brown curls, that cascaded down her back and nearly reached her bottom.

her skin was tan due to her mother being hispanic, and a set of killer green eyes that sparkled in the sunlight, were courtesy of her father.

there was nothing outstanding about her on a daily basis, she was no sharon tate, but tonight was a different story.

nancy wheeler spent hours on end making her look like a supermodel, and she did an outstanding job much to the disdain and impatience of steve harrington.

she was adorn in an outfit that would give her parents a heart attack and shoes that were about to break both of her ankles if she tripped over one more red solo cup.

she was dressed as a sexy kitten, which is something she has been wanting to do for years now. but, she has never gotten the chance until now due to her extremist parents.

being from an all girl catholic school and only dating boys from her church, male attention was hard to come by. she even noticed a few of the girls checking her out as well.

being the center of attention wasn't a reality in her world, and she didn't know how to handle the sudden change in the way people looked at her.

cat calls and loud whistles surrounded her. and some guy even pulled away from a makeout session with his girl to stare at y/n while she walked past them looking for steve and nancy nervously.

did she look ridiculous, is that why she has everybody's attention all of the sudden? she began to feel conscious about her body being so ... exposed, and needed a drink.

she wasn't a student at hawkins like these people were - and could hear them all whispering about her. trying too figure out who she was, or even who she came with.

it distracted her from the path ahead; and she slammed into an unnecessarily muscular chest.

"oh my gosh, i'm so sorry!"

the impact caused some beer from his can to slosh out all over his exposed chest that was only covered by a leather jacket. though, his chest had already been glistening with sweat.

his hair was a mess of blonde curls and he had sunkissed skin. his blue eyes left her completely smitten, along with the little smirk sitting constantly on the corner of his lips.

when they made eye contact, the room seemed to slow. she was completely speechless, upon the sheer sight of such a captivating person. he was a walking, talking sin.

"don't worry about it, angel."

angel. he just called her an angel. she could feel the deep heat rising to her cheeks upon his little nickname for her.

his voice was deep, brooding and sensual - which caused her heart to flutter maddeningly and her cheeks began to flush cherry red, which only seemed to spur the boy on.

she watched as his eyes, now more dilated and dark than they were a couple seconds ago, scanning over her outfit while his tongue darted out to run across his bottom lip.

she didn't know what to say to him, and opted to twiddle her thumbs while looking at the ground anxiously.

she didn't talk to boys much. especially; not to boys who looked like him. it was like he was fucking photoshopped, everything about him was the depiction of wet dreams.

his aura was oozing masculinity and it did intrigue her to the point of no return; she had to get a taste of this boy.

"i don't think i've seen you around before. because if i did, we would've already known each other pretty well."

his remark made her giggle and she looked back up at his ocean blue eyes, heart hammering within' her chest. what if this was just a joke? what if he was just toying with her?

she didn't know how to flirt. and she wasn't going to run the risk of looking like a total dumbass in front of him.

"i go to the catholic school, so i don't think you have." she giggled, noticing the mischievous glint in his eye at those words, and suddenly he took one large stride closer.

he got a cigarette from his back pocket, lighting it with a zippo. she wanted to ask him for one, but opted to chew on her bottom lip nervously, while watching him intently.

"religious girl, huh? i must say if i knew catholic girls were dressing this way now, my ass would've been in church, a long time ago." he charmed, smiling and showing off a set of perfectly white teeth.

"actually, they don't. this is my first time dressing like this, and my first time coming to a party." she confessed. now, those words sounded more pathetic, when she said them to someone other than her close friends and family.

"i'm billy hargrove. nice too meet you,"

"i'm y/n. it's nice too meet you as well, billy."

he took another step closer, and now she could feel the heat radiating from his sun-kissed skin.

billy extended his large hand out for her to shake; and as she did, billy pulled her even closer. this time their chests were almost touching, and y/n opted to bite on her lip.

he brought his thumb up, running it across her bottom lip seductively, snagging it from in between her teeth. at this point, she felt like she could faint from the simple touch.

"stop biting that lip, angel. you want a drink?" billy asked, and she nodded quickly, needed something to make her feel a little more confident. he led her through the crowd, trying to ignore everyone's glares and whispers.

they approached a table with various types of alcohol. its now dawning on her that she has never gotten drunk and didn't even know what type of drink she would like.

"i've never drank before, so you can pick." she blushed. its embarrassing being so pure. and she was scared that lack of experience in just about everything would turn him off, and make him walk away from her in a fit of laughter.

but, he didn't walk away from her. instead, billy smirked and scanned over the choices. he reached for everclear; which was his first drink and poured a small amount for her to sample.

she took it from him, gulping it down, her face scrunched up and eyebrows furrowing at the bitter taste. he grinned in amuesment, taking the cup from her and pouring. billy, who knew she was lightweight, did not give her much.

which she appreciated, because her legs were warm, and head was swimming already. billy watched her, smiling as she finished her second cup. she went to get another, but billy slapped her hand away.

"in moderation, alright? don't need you puking or passing out. everclear is some strong shit." he inquired, downing a shot of everclear himself, gazing at her intently.

"thanks," she laughed feeling a little bit dizzy. just as she is gaining the confidence make a move on him; the voice of one of his very loud friends had interrupted her attempts.

"hargrove! we got the keg ready, so let's do this shit!" billy looked over his shoulder - smirking at the boy dressed up as the karate kid, before turning his attention back to y/n.

"come with me, let me show you how it's done." he boasts before holding his hand out, which she happily took. their fingers interlocked, sending shockwaves down her arm & straight down to her toes.

they walked out to the backyard, where tons of drunken teenagers surrounded the keg stand, ready for a show. it felt like being in a movie and billy only made it more than surreal and elevating for her.

the loud rock music, the endless cheers, and the sound of drunken laughter and idiotic comments filled the cold air.

she watched from the sidelines while he was crowned the new keg king a title previously owned by steve harrington for the past three years in a row.

she found herself very interested as to how this man can consume that much beer without puking. billy must have been doing this type of thing for years.

the crowd counted along, herself including until billy was done by the count of 42 and the crowd erupted with glee and approbation.

he got up and let out a masculine yell of victory as all the beer he spit out began dripping down his chin and chest.

she found herself clapping along with others, only adding to his ego boost. the alcohol in her system, along with the cheers of those beside her, made this moment euphoric.

billy shoved a cigarette back in his mouth before walking back to where y/n was standing; slinging his arm around her shoulders and pressing her into his side as they went back into the completely packed house.

"that's how you do it, hawkins! that's how you do it." billy concluded while she was practically beaming beside him.

once inside, she followed billy through the crowd to toilet paper that was hanging from the ceiling. she laughed and grabbed some from above his head -- wiping some of the beer from his sleek chest, tempted to touch his tan skin.

"did you enjoy the show, angel?" billy beamed, leaning in so he could move a piece of hair away from her face. she did want to kiss him right then, but her nerves convinced her otherwise yet again.

"yes i did, congratulations on being the new kegking." she smiled, and wiped some beer off of the side of his mouth.

"king in the streets, and in the sheets, doll." he winked and grabbed her hand once more, leading her over to tommy, who was giving steve harrington and nancy major shit.

"we got ourselves a new keg king, harrington." tommy has now announced loudly followed by another boy making a snide comment at steve who had taken off his sunglasses and stared back at them angrily.

the tension between the two boys was overwhelming, so y/n opted to tug on his leather jacket and distract him. its clear that billy was imposing his new role as alpha male in hawkins onto steve, who used to run the town.

as nancy walked away from the scene, clearly annoyed, it was time for y/n to get billy's attention off of steve before a fight breaks out. that was the last thing she wanted.

and quite frankly she was already missing billy's attention and irreplaceable touch.

"billy, do you wanna go back outside with me?" she spoke and was desperate to get billy away from steve, someone would get seriously hurt over nothing, if she didn't.

he nodded, not once taking his eyes off of steve, backing up and wrapping his arm around her once again. and she could feel steve's gaze burning into her back, hateful and judgemental.

she grabbed two more cups of alcohol on their way out and made sure to find a spot away from the crowd, at a table with an ashtray so billy could smoke his cigarette.

she felt the drunken anger radiating from him. he needed to calm down, and she knew just the trick for that.

there were two chairs, but he instisted that she sit on his lap. he was asking her questions about her life, and what her religion entails. billy was genuinely curious about her.

"so, you really can't date unless their from your church?"

"yeah. it's stupid considering everyone there is hideous."

billy chuckled pulling her back against his chest. his other hand was sitting contently in the waistband of her skirt, and the tips of his fingers played with the hem of her panties.

this simple action was turning her on endlessly. billy, with his smug ass self, knew exactly what he was doing to her, and the change in her breathing indicates that fact.

as she finished the last of her drink, it was time to make a move. she was done acting like some nervous school-girl.

which she was, but that was entirely beside the point. she wanted billy to know that these feelings aren't one-sided; that she wanted him. it was time to act on those feelings.

"do you want to go back inside, angel?" billy asked, while his voice seemed to suddenly drop an octave, now sultry and low. did she want to go back inside? absolutely not.

she got off billy's lap, a look of disappointment crossing his features for a split second, before straddling him. his reaction was pure shock, his eyes widening before a grin etched itself across his handsome face.

she didn't give him time to say anything, instead she had leaned forward and captured his lips in a heated kiss. her first real kiss, full of fire, and it was breathtaking.

billy's cigarette was dropped on the ground, forgotten, as one hand came up to grip her waist, while the other laced itself into her hair, tugging her closer against him. she felt his hard-on, and could tell that his size wasn't small.

his tongue ran across her bottom lip, asking for entrance, making her jolt. she obeyed nonetheless, opening her lips slightly and inviting his tongue into her mouth. the feeling was strange, but the best type of strange imaginable.

her hands were pressed flush against his chest, slipping underneath the leather jacket to rest on his stomach. the boy beneath her began to bite her lip, making her whine.

she has never been intimate with anyone and he was now taking over her senses. all she could feel, hear and taste is billy hargrove. was this all a dream? it certainly felt like it.

overwhelming her with the taste of his tongue, and the feeling of his hands groping her ass through the leather skirt. his hands were rough, calloused, and was enough to make her completely weakened.

billy then grinded her against his hard on, and the skirt let him get easy access to her dark red underwear. her hands flew up to clasp his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

"we don't have to do this, alright?" he comforted, sensing that she was having second thoughts. but she wasn't. the pure bliss billy was supplying was something that she did not want to end anytime soon.

"i want this billy, i really do. please?" she whispered as her hands began to run up and down his chiseled chest.

billy's control slipped away in that moment - and then he picked her up while she giggled in his arms, before taking her to the secluded spot where his camaro was parked.

she laughed as billy fumbled with getting her in the back, closing the door behind him with his foot and set himself in between legs. y/n was nervous, she didn't have a damn clue what she was doing, but she felt safe with him.

he captured her lips again, taking control and shoving his tongue back in her mouth while his hands wandered up & down her untouched body, stopping at her exposed hips.

his touches were soft and tentative, careful not to cross a boundary and scare her away. billy knew that she has not been touched like this before and it only thrilled him more than he was before.

she leaned into his touch; and felt herself growing heavy adoration for the fact that he is being so gentle & patient with her.

billy leaned down to press kisses along her jawline, down to her neck, where he sucked at the sensitive skin. then, a surge of white heat flashed through her body, she arched her back against him and moaned loudly.

his hands slipped under her bra, before his fingers began to tentatively graze over her nipples. billy pinched them and tried to focus on her reaction to see what she liked. it was starting off sensual, he was being careful with her.

and when it earned him another moan, he knew. having a person touch her like this was foreign and intoxicating. its like all her morals were being thrown out the window, she would do anything as long as it meant that he kept going.

"do you like that, angel?" billy whispered in her ear, sliding her shirt off and un-clipping her bra. her breasts were out and showcased to him, a growl falling from his lips. she is stunning in his eyes, untouched and radiating purity.

she nodded, unable to find words and moaning as billy took her left nipple into his mouth, suckling gently. she weaves her fingers through his blonde locks, bringing him closer.

the action was sending little jolts of electricity down y/n's entire body, her toes curling, as billy's tongue flicked over the hardened bud. her core was aching at this point and it was vital that billy touch her already before she bursts.

her hands wandered from his hair down his chest, feeling the rippling muscles, making him groan. one hand stayed on his abs, while the other ran over his clothed hard-on. it seemed to spur his movements on as he thrust his strong hips into her touch, making y/n grip his dick a little harder than before, which he seemed to enjoy.

billy suddenly released her nipple, growling, placing little kisses down the valley between her breasts. all of her life, she was taught to think that this is repulsive. when in fact it wasn't repulsive, this was amazing.

he stopped to bunch her leather skirt around her waist, and his fingers traced her folds through her panties. the moan that left her lips afterwards only served to make a raging hard-on form within' his tight jeans.

he moved her panties to the side feeling her stiffen. she is now exposed to someone for the first time, and could not read his mind. she had no clue what he thought about her and more specifically, her most private area.

"look at that pretty little pussy. you're so wet, angel." billy, who knew what his words were doing, slid a finger gently down her slit, parting her folds, and blowing cold air onto her sensitive clit.

she whined, arching into his touch, his name falling from her lips. all the times that she has touched herself, hasn't felt near as good as this did, and billy hasn't even started.

when he latched his lips around her clit, throwing her legs over his broad shoulders, she almost screamed.

his tongue flicked quick circles around the tiny nub, then switched back to sucking gently, watching while her face contorted in pleasure. he groaned at the sight, sending a series of vibrations straight through her clit.

"oh! please don't stop, it feels so good." she whimpered as one of his thick fingers began to probe her entrance. it's a quite different sensation that she welcomed. bucking into his hand, the finger casually slipped inside her pussy.

she groaned at the feeling, having fingered herself before but with him, it was a completely different experience. he pushed inside of her until his finger was knuckle deep, he was sure to gage her reaction and make sure it didn't hurt her or make her uncomfortable.

"what a good girl," billy marveled huskily; watching the way her pussy stretched around his finger. she took his finger-fucking like a champ, and he was loving this.

his finger knew exactly what to do. rubbing right against her g-spot with slow strokes, curling upwards and feeling her inner walls contracting tightly.

"billy! right there," y/n gasped, moving her hips along with the increasing rhythm of his hand, he was hitting her spot with expert accuracy.

it wasn't going to take much for her to cum, especially with the sounds he was making. like, he gets more out out of this pleasurable experience than she does.

he began sucking on her nub harshly and the pace of his fingers became relentless, one large hand coming up too keep her squirming hips down on the seat.

he slowly added another finger, curling them both up into her spongy g-spot. billy was determined to give her a real and genuine orgasam, which would be her first one. in his mind, this was his way of staking a direct claim on her.

the speed of his fingers, and the feeling of his tongue working together in harmony made the coil snap and soon her legs were tightening around billy's head.

"fuck yes! oh my god, billy!" she cried out feeling that coil in the pit of her stomach snap, clenching around his thick digits violently, her legs trembling as the high she has just experienced made her feel exhausted.

"did that feel good, baby?" he whispered darkly -- coming back up to her face and slipping his tongue into the warm confines of her mouth so she could taste herself.

"that felt amazing. what about you? aren't we going to do it now?" she asked unashamedly, trying to reach for billys pants but he wouldn't allow her to touch him. y/n was the definition of confused. why didn't he want to fuck her?

"another night, okay? i just wanted to make you feel good tonight, doll. we don't need to rush anything." he cooed & she felt herself melting into the seat upon his kindness.

"are you sure?" she whispered - watching as billy put her underwear and leather skirt back into place. "i'm positive, angel. that's only if i can see you again, though?"

"of course you can see me again." she retorted, placing a little kiss upon his lips while he lit up a cigarette. "then it's settled. i don't want to take your virginity while you're still drunk." he comforted, pulling her into his broad embrace.

she sat with him for a little while listening to music and talking. she even tried to drag off his burning cigarette, but instead had a coughing fit, to which he chuckled at her and lightly teased her about.

"told you babe, it's harsh."

"oh shut up. you're harsh."

after he took her home, blasting metallica in the car, billy helped her to sneak back in her window, so she wouldn't fall and wake up her parents. before closing her window; she leaned over the ledge and gave him a sweet kiss.

he was going to go home & jerk off to the image of her orgasming in the backseat.

"i'll see you tomorrow, angel. sleep tight."

"goodnight, billy. don't forget to park down the road."

billy nodded, smirking and watching while she closed her window and light pink curtain.

even then - he didn't leave immediately. he just wanted to kiss her again. to feel her come apart underneath him. it's unusual for him to be so smitten. but y/n sent chills down his spine with her unparalleled beauty and kindness.

this girl is going to be the death of him, that much is for sure.

[moonstruckbucky]

Invisible

SUMMARY: The reader is, quite frankly, fed up with being second to Nancy "Goody-Two-Shoes" Wheeler.

PAIRING: Billy Hargrove x female Wheeler!Reader

WORD COUNT: 3.1k

REQUESTED: no

WARNINGS: Language [ya'll are gonna learn real quick that i have a straight up potty mouth], tooth-rotting fluff, slight Nancy-bashing [but it is not indicative of my own personal feelings towards Nancy, she’s a badass.]

Growing up as “the other Wheeler” was about as exciting as a nail through the eye. You were the middle sibling, serving to only add insult to injury. Virtually, you were the invisible one in the family, except when your father would ask why you couldn’t get grades like Nancy. Every time, it chipped away at your ever-dwindling self-confidence so that even you had begun to compare yourself to your older sister.

As for dating? Forget it. Your love life consisted of dating a boy for a few weeks until he had wormed his way closer to Nancy, and then you were history. You weren’t as pretty as Nancy, you weren’t as funny as Nancy (which was the only thing you disagreed with; you were downright hilarious while Nancy’s sense of humor bordered on non-existent).

You just weren’t Nancy.

You had a minor crush on Nancy’s boyfriend, Steve, when they first started dating, even though he barely considered the two of you to be friends. He tolerated you, as did everyone else. Nancy’s friends tolerated you when they invited Nancy out and said you could tag along too, if only out of respect for Nancy. But they never included you in conversation, never asked how your college applications were going. It was like you weren’t even there, and eventually you stopped going, and Nancy stopped asking.

The two of you weren’t particularly close, despite only being six months apart in age. She was focused on school and was too wrapped up in Steve to really worry about what her sister was or wasn’t getting up to. The only link between the two of you had been Barbara Holland, and once she’d disappeared and turned out to be dead, all ties between you and Nancy had been severed.

You went through the motions at Hawkins High School, throwing yourself into achieving the best grades you could to get into a school miles away from Hawkins, Indiana. Someplace where you wouldn’t just be known as “the other Wheeler”.

On a Thursday afternoon, you found yourself in the school library, nose buried in your American History textbook trying to retain the Gettysburg Address. You’d gotten your tests back earlier that day, and you’d just about failed. You hated the feeling of failure; every other aspect of your life was failure, so it was unacceptable for school to give you that feeling too.

The slamming of books on the desk jolted you from your position and you gasped loudly.

“Hey bookworm.”

You leered up into the face of the new kid, Billy Hargrove, who was wearing his signature smirk as he leaned on the chair across from you.

“Can I help you?” you grumbled, your heart rate slowing as you calmed down.

“Word has it you’re good at Algebra.” He pulled out the chair and sat down, completely uninvited.

“And?”

He tossed a stapled group of papers at you before folding his arms on the desk, leaning forward. You picked them up, taking in the circled red F on the page. Your eyes skimmed his answers quickly and then you tossed it back to him.

“Your formulas are wrong,” you observed before turning back to your book. The papers appeared in your line of sight again. “What do you want me to do about it?”

“Help me. Tutor me?” You raised an eyebrow at his almost pleading tone. “I can’t fail another class.”

“What’s in it for me besides loss of patience?” you snarked back, setting your book down.

“I can help you bring that History grade up.” Ignoring the sassy remark, he nodded at the test to your left, the failing grade bright against the paper. You gnawed on your lip for a while, weighing the pros and cons of trading tutoring sessions with Billy Hargrove.

You weren’t friends. In fact, the two of you couldn’t be more opposite. You’d seen him in the halls, parading around like a peacock surrounded by a gaggle of rowdy boys and girls who were drooling after him. You’d heard stories about him, how he moved from sunny California, how he picked fights over the smallest reasons, how he dated girls and left them heartbroken the next day. He was everything about high school you abhorred, and yet, you somehow found yourself agreeing to his stupid idea.

“Fuck this,” you whisper-yelled about an hour later, slamming your textbook closed. Billy had moved into the seat beside you to better go over his Algebra problems before moving onto History. You shoved the book away from you, fully fed up with trying to nail down important dates of the Civil War.

Billy smirked. “Didn’t know the other Wheeler had such a mouth on her.”

Bitterness settled in your gut at his remark, and you pursed your lips and pointedly looked in the other direction. It wasn’t anything you hadn’t heard before, but the way it came off Billy’s tongue sat heavy with you. Your leg started bouncing in annoyance as you fiddled with your pen, trying to will yourself not to cry over a comment you heard literally every day.

“Hey,” Billy then murmured, leaning forward to try and see your face. “You okay?”

“Just peachy,” you grumbled before gathering your belongings. “Tutoring’s over.”

You left him in the library, staring dumbfoundedly after you, and only when you stepped foot outside did you let your vision blur with the tears fighting to the surface. You climbed into your car after dumping your books on the passenger seat and punched the steering wheel, the horn honking once.

You weren’t exactly sure why you were so upset; after all, the comment was coming from Billy Hargrove of all people, so it wasn’t as if his opinion actually mattered. But somehow, it did. It cut you like a papercut, a quick swipe that gave way to an unrelenting sting. Maybe it was your subconscious finally giving up on trying to ignore it every time it slipped through someone’s teeth. Maybe that one time was enough straw to break the camel’s back.

God, you wished high school was over.

The drive home was silent and lonely, just like the rest of your life. While high school was supposed to help you figure out who you’d become in the real world, it seemed as if it was determined to point you in only one direction: Nancy’s shadow.

The house was quiet when you got home, and you found a note on the kitchen island that told you Nancy was out with Steve, Mike was at Will’s, and your parents had gone out for dinner. You sighed. It was typical that they forgot about you, leaving you to your own devices for dinner. You called your favorite Chinese place and ordered delivery and while you waited you showered, trying to scrub away the day’s events, cried a little in the shower over your pathetic life, and then put on a pair of pajamas and parked your ass on the couch for a horror movie binge.

Nancy never understood your fascination with the genre. You tried explaining it to her once, but she just looked at you like Sigourney Weaver looked at a Xenomorph and gave up on trying to “bond” with her sister.

The Chinese was delivered not long after you popped your Alien VHS into the player and changed the channel. You paid the driver and tipped him before closing the door and setting the bag on the coffee table. You dug out your orange chicken, fried rice, and spring rolls, popped the top on your can of Coke, and hit play on the movie.

The next day at school, there were whispers in the hallway about your tutoring session with Billy. Some girls glared and scoffed, while others merely analyzed you curiously. The boys just laughed.

What took you by surprise was the fact that your sister was standing beside your locker, looking every bit annoyed once she spotted you.

“What are you doing with Billy?” she hissed. “He’s a bad guy!”

You gave her a deadpan look as you swapped out your books. “I’m tutoring him in Algebra and he’s helping me with History. Besides, it isn’t like you actually care. They all eventually come crawling after you anyways.”

You slammed your locker closed and left Nancy gaping after you. As you entered your first period class, all conversation ceased and all eyes were on you. It was an uncomfortable walk to your seat in the middle of the room, the eyes of your peers burning into your head. You sat quietly and kept your head down, trying to block out the not-so-subtle whispers of the students around you.

By lunchtime, talk was buzzing through the school like rampant bees that “the other Wheeler was in the library with Billy and left in tears”. The story, of course, had been convoluted a multitude of ways that stretched it further and further from the truth until the final version was something along the lines of Billy, you, and a scandalous affair.

Normally, at lunch, you’d sit with Nancy, Steve, and the others even though you were never formally invited into conversation with them. Today, though, the look Nancy gave you when you entered the cafeteria told you you weren’t welcome. That was fine; sitting alone at a table made you feel less alone than when you were with Nancy and her cronies.

You pulled your lunch out of your bag despite not feeling very hungry, the cafeteria buzzing with activity as everyone tried to guess why you were suddenly sitting alone. Then conversation halted altogether, and a tray dropped down across from you, the school pizza dripping grease onto the napkin beneath it.

Billy Hargrove followed the path of the tray, settling on the chair across from you and popping the top on his can of soda. He met your surprised stare calmly and easily, and he winked over the top of his drink. You felt yourself blush and looked away from him shyly, suddenly wondering why all of the sudden he was paying attention to you of all people.

The answer to that question came later in the week. You were in the living room working on History homework on the coffee table, your headphones in. Tutoring with Billy had gone better after the event at lunch, and he’d fortunately kept the conversation to a minimum if it didn’t involve homework or your notes.

Your parents were home, but Nancy wasn’t. You bopped your head along to AC/DC, not seeing your mother come down the stairs in her bathrobe.

Karen was surprised to see a spitting image of the man on the cover of her trashy novel standing outside her front door, his shirt unbuttoned and showing off a good portion of his toned chest.

“Hi,” he said, turning the charm up to a hundred.

“Oh, are you here for Nancy?” she asked, hoping that his answer was no as she leaned against the doorway and pulled her hand from her robe, letting it fall open just a bit.

“No, no, not my type,” Billy replied, shaking his head with a smirk. “I’m actually here for Y/N.”

The surprise was clearly evident on Karen’s face since a boy hadn’t come calling for Y/N since her sophomore year. The expression on her face angered Billy, as if it was so unheard of for anyone to visit or even interact with her daughter. What kind of mother is she?

“Oh, she’s, um, she’s in the living room. Um, come on in.” Karen stepped aside and Billy sauntered in, hands in his pockets as he took in Y/N’s modest home on the other side of town. He found you bent over your textbook, headphones on your head as you mouthed the words to “Girl’s Got Rhythm”.

“Honey,” Karen called feebly. She said it a few more times before waltzing over and pulling the headphones off your head just as the guitar solo was about to kick off.

“Hey! What the hell-- Billy?” You felt frozen in your spot as Billy smirked at you from the living room doorway.

“Your friend came over to see you.” Your mom did a shit job at hiding the shock in her voice, but whether it was from the notion of you even having friends or having friends who looked like Billy, you weren’t sure. “I’m just going to go up and resume my bath.”

You grimaced at the way she said bath and batted her eyelashes at Billy, who barely spared her a second glance as she sauntered away.

“What are you doing here?” you finally asked once you stood to your feet. “Better yet, how do you know where I live?”

“I have connections,” he replied with a one-shouldered shrug. “Let’s go for a drive.”

“I-I can’t. I have homework.” You gestured behind you at the books laid out on the table.

“Work on it later. Lords know you’re passing every class.” He rolled his eyes. “Including History now, thanks to me.”

“Whatever,” you grumbled as you shoved your feet into your shoes. If there was one thing you knew about Billy Hargrove, it was that he was aggravatingly tenacious. He was relentless in his tutoring, making sure you had one set of dates down before quizzing you on the next set. It was frustrating, but you were glad you were finally grasping the concept.

Billy led you out the front door and down the walkway to his blue Camaro, stopping by the passenger door to open it for you. You angled into the seat, the leather cool under your jeans, and he ran around to the driver’s side. The engine roared as he turned it over and then he floored it down the street. Your hands were balled into fists inside your hoodie pocket as he drove, heading to the outskirts of town.

It remained silent in the car as he drove and for a while, you wondered if you were about the be the victim of a classic horror movie. Until Billy stopped at the top of the quarry, overlooking the lake and got out of the car. He leaned against the hood and ducked his head to light a cigarette before reaching back to slap the hood and waving you out.

Slowly you unbuckled yourself and got out, coming to stand beside him at the front of the car. Your nose crinkled at the smell of his cigarette, but he was at least generous enough to blow the smoke away from you. The moon reflected off the lake hundreds of feet below you, rippling as the breeze disturbed the water.

Billy was shockingly silent beside you, puffing on his cigarette and leering out into the night. You spoke up when you’d finally had enough of the silence.

“Why did you sit with me at lunch today? Isn’t that social suicide or something?”

Billy blew the smoke out through his nose in an aggravated huff, his eyes becoming hard. The rest of his cigarette was crunched under his boot as he turned to face you.

“Why do you do that?” he asked. At your confused expression he elaborated. “Put yourself down like that. Why do you do that?”

Your mouth dropped open but you had no answer for him. Not a verbal one anyway, so you shrugged.

“You know, for a smart girl, you’re really dumb,” he fired off next. Your shoulders squared themselves, ready to fight back. “You let people treat you like you’re nothing, like you’re invisible, and I don’t get it.”

“I...Where is this coming from? You don’t even know me!”

“I know you’re itching to get out of Hawkins, to find somewhere you’re not being compared to Nancy. Yeah, I know all about that. I hear people talk and I saw the way you reacted in the library when I called you the other Wheeler. You’re not subtle. I’m not some big dumb brute of a guy who can’t see when someone undeserving is suffering. I see a lot more than you think.”

Your mouth snapped shut as your throat tightened, and you had to look away. The look in his eye was too much as you came to the realization that you weren’t invisible, not to Billy anyway, and it hit you like a freight train.

“You don’t understand,” you heard yourself whispering. You closed your eyes against the onslaught of emotions rising within you. “My whole life, I’ve been invisible, never anyone’s first choice. Middle child syndrome, you know? My father always asked, ‘why can’t you get grades like Nancy?’ Why can’t you excel like Nancy?’ My first A- was trumped by her fucking A+ and I didn’t stop hearing about it for a week. Any boy I ever liked just used me to get closer to Nancy. It’s always Nancy. Nancy, Nancy, fucking Nancy. Why can’t it ever be me?”

The last line was said in such a broken tone that Billy was compelled to step forward. Then you were surrounded in his warmth, and it broke you. You cried into his shirt, finally feeling some relief that you could let it all go.

“Shh, it’s okay,” Billy murmured into your hair, pressing a gentle kiss there after. “I see you, Y/N.”

At those words, you choked on a sob and wound your arms around his waist, holding him tightly to you, and he mirrored the embrace. You stood like that for a while until you were out of tears and his shirt was thoroughly soaked through. Sniffling, you leaned back a bit out of his embrace and he loosened his hold on you just enough to look down at you.

“Sorry,” you muttered, nodding at his shirt. “I ruined your shirt.”

“Fuck the shirt,” he retorted with a smirk that made your mouth quirk up at the ends. “There’s that smile. You don’t have to live in anyone’s shadow, Y/N, least of all Nancy’s. You have a light all your own; let it shine.”

The next week at school was the best week of your life. After Billy had knocked some sense into you, he was never far from your side. Usually he had an arm slung around your shoulders, or your hand grasped in his, leaving the rest of the student body to gawk and wonder what he saw in you. Your confidence was slowly, but surely, rising, though you still had your off days. On those days, Billy was right there with you, murmuring his faith in you that you would overcome it, that you were brilliant, and smart, and beautiful, and that no one could touch you.

Billy Hargrove had unexpectedly saved your life.

[dcbicki]

“You own my heart.” + Mileven

Headcanon? Most definitely.

“I love you.”

“Like, you… like me?”

She’s heard it before, in one of those soap operas Hopper always tells her to turn off. He says they’re garbage, that they’re rotting her brain. But she likes to think that maybe they’ve taught her things Hopper can’t.

“Like, I, uh,” Mike pauses, but he doesn’t quite stop.

He makes a little noise, scratches at the back of his neck in a way that lets Eleven know he’s nervous. He gets jumpy, twitchy when he’s anxious, she reminds herself. “Like, you-“

“Yes?” El’s voice is soft, patient, and she tucks stray curls behind her ears, refusing to lift her eyes from off of his lips.

He frowns, gaze lowering onto the blanket of the basement floor, and he takes a deep breath before saying, “Like, you… You own my heart.”

His eyes don’t reach hers, and El is a little dismayed. “Oh.”

“But, uh, you know, it’s fine that you don’t feel it, too. Okay?” He nods, suddenly a little less bashful, “I get it. It’s just, I wanted to tell you and Nancy- Nancy said that I should because it’s important. You should tell people if you love them, and I do.”

“Mike?”

He looks up, eyes wide and expectant, and she’s unable to help the smile that graces her face, the slight blush that rises to her cheeks. “Yeah?”

She’s too busy counting the freckles littered, sprayed out across his face (again) to answer him now, too busy trying to think of any other living thing that could possibly share the color of his eyes. She can’t imagine anything that could, would ever compare. His eyes are of a certain kind of darkness, muddy brown and kind and wise as though he’s experienced more in his fourteen years than most could ever even begin to understand.

She knows he takes everything to heart, literal. She knows he likes to be in control of things, likes to take charge and be the brains behind an operation. She knows he likes being a leader (and that he’s good at it), but she thinks that maybe it takes a toll on him sometimes.

He takes others’ problems and makes of them his own struggles. He takes the weight from off of others’ shoulders and forces it upon his own. He takes others’ pain and suffers in their place.

Hopper says he’s a solemn kid and, while she isn’t sure what that word means exactly, she thinks that maybe she kind of understands its significance.

Mike Wheeler likes being the leader, the paladin, the go-to for the rest of the party. He likes being the one with most of the answers, the one the rest of them can turn to if they’re in need.

He’s taken their friendship, accepted their unwavering love, earned their respect and their trust. He’s built himself around his friends, carved his heart out of love and devotion.

To be told she’s been given his heart to hold is a daunting, beautiful thing.

“You own my heart, too.” She enunciates every word, offers just the gentlest of smiles.

“I do?”

El nods, clear, and she reaches forward to grab his hands, curling her fingers around his own, stopping his nervous tics. She bites at the inside of her bottom lip, watching as his surprise turns to absolute relief.

Without so much as the flick of her head, she rolls down the checkered sheet hanging from the edge of the table, stuffed beneath a heavy binder, and the material falls down to barricade them into the makeshift fort.

The sheet sways softly, and El raises her hands to his face then, his cheekbones sharp beneath her palms, and she smoothes her thumbs just below his eyes, wondrous and enchanted.

(It’ll never fail to amaze him how she can look at him with just as much adoration and awe as he does her; as though he’s the one forged from fallen constellations.)

“Promise.”

He’s carved his heart out of love and devotion, and just a little bit of magic.

(And who is she to deny the importance of magic?)

[imaginingmarvelandeverything]

Halloween Party

Prompts: 50. “I don’t think you’re ever too old for trick-or-treating.” And 51. “We’re dressing up for Halloween this year and that’s final.” With Jonathan Byers.

Pairing: Jonathan Byers x Reader

Warnings: Slight spoilers for episode 2 of season 2. Underage drinking.

Word count: 1490

A/N: I’m feeling Halloweeny and just binged five episodes of the new Stranger Things season and got serious Jonathan feels so here is a Halloween imagine. I will probably do a part 2 of the morning after . Requests are open!!! Especially for Stranger Things. I will also do a few characters from IT if you want.

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It was no secret that Y/N loved Halloween. Every year she would dress up and this year was going to be no exception; even if Jonathan had other ideas. The pair had been inseparable ever since Will had disappeared and Y/N had almost been taken by the creature as well. When her best friend Nancy said she saw it too they had tried to figure it out. Jonathan had gotten involved somewhere along the way and the rest was history.

“We’re dressing up for Halloween this year and that’s final.” Y/N said sternly from her position on the Byers sofa as Jonathan was sat on the floor trying to organise his recent photos.

“I don’t understand why? It’s not like we are doing anything other than chaperoning Will.” Jonathan replied, looking up briefly to the girl who was sprawled on his sofa with her science homework. “There’s no point. Plus, we are a little too old for trick or treating.”

Y/N shot him a pointed look. “I don’t think you’re ever too old for trick-or-treating. Please Jon. Pretty please.” She battered her eyelashes and bit her lip at him and Jonathan thought he was going to have a heart attack.

“F-Fine. I suppose but I’m picking the costumes.” Jonathan agreed. She screamed in delight and attack hugged him. God, she was going to be the death of him.

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“So, you hit T to zoom in, and W zooms back out.” Bob, who was dressed as Dracula, told Jonathan as he taught the teen to use the video camera. Jonathan was dressed as Ash and Y/N was dressed as Linda from Evil Dead. Both of them loved the film and so Y/N was ecstatic at Jonathan’s choice. “See? Easy peesy. Just make sure you turn off the power to save energy. There.” Bob pointed to the powers button.

Jonathan swung round and focused the camera on Y/N. “What do you think?”

She laughed. “I don’t think the camera goes with your costume.” He joined her laughing and turned the camera off and threw a casual arm over her shoulders. A friendly gesture but it made her blush slightly.

“Are you ready, Bud?” Jonathan questioned Will.

“Yeah.” Will replied with a big smile.  

“Be safe!” Joyce called the trio as they walked out the door.

“We will.” Y/N called back with a smile. Joyce was really happy when Y/N had started hanging out with Jonathan. She believed the girl was exactly what he needed.

“I hope it doesn’t suck.” Bob said in an imitation of Dracula.

The trio smiled as they got into the car; Jonathan driving, Y/N shotgun and Will in the back.

“I just don’t get what she sees in him.” Jonathan said snapping both Will and Y/N out of their own worlds.

“What?” They both said in unison. 

“Bob” Jonathan drew out each letter.

“At least he doesn’t treat me different.” Will muttered. “I mean I can’t even go trick or treating by myself. It’s lame.”

“What you think we’re lame?” Jonathan asked with a slight smirk.

“No. But… It’s not like Nancy’s coming to watch over Mike, you know?”

Jonathan and Y/N shared a look as they pulled up outside the Wheeler’s. Will’s friends were walking towards them. Y/N nodded to Jonathan.

“Hey, listen.” Jonathan turned around to look at Will as Will pulled on his proton pack.

“Yeah.” Will queried pausing his progress.

“If, we let you go on your own, do you promise to stay in the neighbourhood.” Jonathan said. 

The smile on Will’s face grew. “Yeah! Yeah totally.”

“And be back at Mike’s by 9:00.”

“9:30?” Will tried.

“9:00.” Jonathan emphasised.

“Yeah.”

“Deal.” Jonathan held out his hand and will shook it.

“Deal.” Will said getting out of the car.

“All right.” Jonathan said as Y/N rolled down the window and passed Will the camera. “Hey, Will. Don’t let any of your spazzy friends use that, all right?”  

Yeah, bye.” Will said before running over to his friends.

“Sorry I just ruined your night.” Jonathan muttered looking up at the girl next to him.

“You didn’t. But I suppose we could go to this.” Y/N handed him an orange flyer that said ‘˜Tina’s Halloween Bash’. “Nancy’s been trying to get me to go. You wanna check it out?”

“Yeah sure.” He smiled before setting off driving. Y/N pulled out her Halloween mixtape the pair had been listening to on the way to school and put it in the car. Jonathan looked across at her and smiled. 

They pulled up to the house just as a guy in a floral bed sheet toga was throwing up the content of his stomach. Jonathan glanced at Y/N with uncertainty. She just laughed and hopped out of the car. He got out as well and she grabbed his hand and pulled him inside. He blushed furiously as they walked into the crowded house. Several times she had to step backwards because of someone and Jonathan had to put an arm around her waist as she hit his chest to stop them both falling.

This caused her to blush as well as him and she quickly made a beeline for Nancy and Steve who were dressed as Lana and Joel from Risky Business. Nancy, who was pretty drunk, quickly dragged Y/n to the punch bowl as Steve and Jonathan stood awkwardly.

“Plucked up the courage to ask Y/N out yet?” Steve asked. He was only slightly intoxicated compared to Nancy.

“She’d never say yes.” Jonathan looked at his shoes. 

“You don’t know that until you try.” Steve said wiggling his eyebrows.

It was getting close to time to leave and get Will but Jonathan was having a hard time trying to locate Y/N. He had looked pretty much everywhere and was close to giving up when she pretty much fell on him.

“Why, hello there, sweet cheeks.” She slurred and pinched his cheek.

“What have you had to drink?” Jonathan asked, dumbfounded, as he slipped an arm around her waist to keep her upright.

“Some punch. It was very strong.” She giggled as Jonathan led her back to his car.

He was suddenly glad she had agreed to stay at his house; he didn’t want to explain this to her parents. “Okay, let’s go get Will.” He said as he buckled her into the car and then got in himself.

Will was waiting outside the Wheeler’s with Mike as Jonathan pulled up. Will said goodbye and climbed in the back.

“Hey.” He said.

“Hey, ghost fighter.” Y/N said before giggling again.

Will stared at Jonathan in shock. “What happened?”

“We went to a party.” Jonathan explained as he set off.

“The punch was good. We should have brought some for Will.” Y/N exclaimed, her hand landing on Jonathan.s arm.

“I don’t think that would have been a good idea.” Jonathan muttered as Will laughed.

They pulled up in the Byers driveway and Y/N had pretty much fallen asleep.

“How exactly are you going to explain this one to mom?” Will asked with a laugh.

“Hopefully, if she stays asleep, I won’t have to.” Jonathan replied as he got out and walked around to Y/N’s side. He slipped one arm under her legs and another under her back; even while half asleep she wrapped an arm around his shoulders and buried her face in the crook of his neck. He picked her up and Will shut the car door. They walked up to the front door and Will held it open.

“Hey, how’d it go?” Joyce said rather loudly.

Both the boys immediately shushed her and she noticed Y/N asleep in Jonathan’s arms.

“Fine, but I think it wore Y/N out.” Jonathan said quietly with a chuckle. “I’m going to put her to bed.”

Jonathan walked into his room as Will showed Joyce and Bob his haul. He laid her down on the bed and the pulled her shoes and jacket off. He pulled the covers over her and went to walk out but she caught his hand and pulled him into the bed with her.

“Stay.” She mumbled.

“Okay.” Jonathan whispered and kicked his shoes off and pulled his jacket off.

“Night, Jon. I love you.” She muttered in a slight slur and Jonathan nearly choked on air.

“What?” He asked, his voice shaking violently. But she was already asleep.