#stranger things x OC

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Heaven's on Fire - Billy Hargrove Love Story (Stranger Things) ~ On Going

Summary:

A lovely young man trapped inside the shell of his own abuse is forced to move away from his beloved home in California, away from his peace of mind, the calming waves of the ocean, all the way to Hawkins and its thick forests and small mountains. Once again, he was forced to show off his macho potential, to dominate the highschool scene and become the man his father always wanted him to be - A cold and void man driven by wrath, pride and success, who knows no kindness nor vulnerabilities. That was the man Billy Hargrove was desperately forcing himself to become, the epitome of his father's pride... Until his caged heart was let free with the aid of one compassionate girl with a smile that completely melted his defenses.

Chapter 1 - AP Calculus BC Chapter 2 - Friday the 13th Chapter 3 - Mad Max Combo x 3

[eddiemunson-reader-shame]

A Freak and A Basket Case “As The Good Lord Intended” - Love Walks In

Eddie Munson x Original Character

Has the @stranger-things-x-oc-blog community inspired me to finally write about Allie? Yes. Yes they have. So please, have this Drabble about A Freak and A Basket Case that was written as the Good Lord intended: as an OC fic.

Divider by: @strangergraphics-archive

Big shout out to all my friends and moots in the Eddie Munson fandom. There are so many people to tag and I don’t wanna miss anyone, so if you’re a moot and you’re reading this, I love you 🥺❤️.

Trigger Warnings: Inappropriate and potentially triggering use of finger guns, suicide mention. In case you don’t like stuff like that, I’d avoid reading ❤️.

It had started so simple: with a smile.

“—and I trust in this group of fine, young Americans I see before me today, that you will not squander the opportunities given to you…”

They were playing with one another. Like unsupervised little kids. Pulling faces. Stifling laughter behind their hands.

“— trust that you will not bring shame to our school and that you will always conduct yourselves with dignity, honor and respect—…”

Eyes so dark brown they were almost black sparkled with the light of one thousand stars. Batting in a playful game of peekaboo behind a curtain of shaggy curls twirled around ringed fingers, deep grooves of smile lines betraying true intentions that had been previously hidden by his intimidating frown.

“— and that you will not let shame come to the good name of the Hawkins High Tigers—…”

Principal Higgins droned on, addressing the student body for the first assembly of the semester to encourage greatness in the faces of the bright, smiling, predominantly white young Americans of Hawkins High School. Some looked reverently back at him; in particular a new crop of senior students in Izod and Ralph Lauren sat up ramrod straight and smart.

They took away the attention from the majority of students struggling to stay awake after being forced to assemble at seven fifteen am on a Monday after summer break. Higgins made a point to make direct eye contact with his preppy flock’s bright blue eyes that matched his own, hands on either side of his podium like a preacher doling deliverance from a pulpit.

While the principal spoke his words of encouragement to his little audience of polished white collar perfection, two freaks were playing with one another, horsing around from worlds apart: the boy lurking off to one corner of the bleachers on the side where the scoreboard read “home”, the girl aptly placed on “visitor”.

Alejandra Perea giggled softly, covering her eyes with her hands as she peeked through the gaps of her fingers, cheeks positively red as the guy from across the way continued to play up like a fool.

She flexed her fingers, closing and opening them like the petals on a flower. Then positioned them lower, wriggling them by her lips. Imitating little tentacles. Like she was pretending to be a mindflayer.

The metalhead flared his nostrils and pursed his lips. He turned – maintaining side eye contact – and from that angle it looked like he had his finger up his nose. Dexterous fingers pretend picked, brown eyes squinted as if examining a booger, then he pretend flicked towards the gaggle of girls sitting a few rows below him.

Alejandra nearly chewed a hole in her jacket cuff trying to stop from laughing.

The guy smiled even wider. A long tongue stuck out at her, dark brown eyes crossed.

She snorted, covering her gap tooth grin, before making a fish face at him. Waving her hands like fins by her cheeks.

It had all started with a smile…

At first, they had both looked so intimidating. Both with a case of faces that looked bitchy and rude when at rest. Alejandra didn’t know a soul in this crowd, and she had been livid when her mother pulled into the drop off lane this morning. She thought she could hurt everyone before they hurt her, but she was wrong. Instead of trying to be a Bene Gesserit, she should have listened to the hundreds of afterschool specials that had tried to warn her of the worst possible outcomes of high school: bullying, being the new meat, becoming a victim.

During assembly, she found herself alone. Her attitude had soured her seat mates from having her around them, and she hid in the upper corner of the visitor bleachers while clutching her backpack to her and trying to read from a very old and rough Dune hardcover. Ten minutes ago the only man that would have managed to make her smile would have been the Lisan Al Gaib of Arrakis himself, that dreamy blue eyed Shortening of the Way that lived within the dog eared pages of her second hand Frank Herbert novel never failed to make her feel like life was worth living.

The expression Alejandra put on her face was angry, hateful. She bundled up in her quilted Carhartts jacket even though it was 80 degrees outside and high humidity. Her dress was as gray as her mood. And she wore a scowl to match. The whole look screamed Alia Atreides to her, but all anyone else saw was a poor blue collar shrimp attempting to cover up her cherry red nose and tear stained cheeks.

Then she caught sight of him.

He was an honest to god real life Eddie Van Halen – at first Alejandra had to do a double take to make sure it wasn’t actually the rockstar himself – sitting around the upper corner of the home bleachers. He was surrounded by guys in leather who were secretly passing around a plastic water bottle from which they took furtive sips, and he sat like a king on his throne with his elbows on his knees and his fingers steepled.

Not-Van-Halen’s face was scrunched up into a hateful squint. He looked like he would throw a chair if asked the time.

And she couldn’t stop staring at him.

He’d made eye contact with Alejandra. Raised a suspicious eyebrow. Challenged her silently to a stare down as his lip curled up in a snarl. And because he had on a shirt with a familiar outline of an angel falling over the words “US Tour 1975”, Alejandra Perea did something so natural and automatic, that it caught Not-Van-Halen off guard.

She smiled at him, and waved a timid hand.

Now here they were: two silly geese behaving like they were in elementary school, playing and pulling faces. They couldn’t have told you who started it if asked, they only knew that both were determined to finish it.

“And now,” Principal Higgins clapped his hands together, “I ask that everyone please rise for the Hawkins High Fight Song.”

Everyone stood in a grumble of protests and snickers, and half heartedly began to sing as the school band began to play. After being conditioned for the last few years, the more senior students knew their parts and played them well except for Not-Van-Halen and his entourage of friends, and for Alejandra, who didn’t know the words anyways.

She kept her eye on Not-Van-Halen, watching his friends rib and tease him as the others sang as one body the most convoluted, brainwashed lyrics that made up their school’s fight song. It was like watching a group of Fremen captives being forced to sing praises for Baron Harkonnen, and Alejandra made eye contact with Not-Van-Halen amidst the chaos.

She pressed her index and middle finger together, and with thumb up, pressed them to her temple. Universal high school code for boring, convoluted ass shit that just made you wanna paint the walls with your own dura mater.

Not-Van-Halen widened his eyes and put a hand over his chest as his mouth pulled a frown, before nodding in agreement and pulling another face. His tongue was waggling out at her, and little devil horns were made on his head with his spindly fingers, and Alejandra had to slap her hand over her mouth to stop from screeching out loud. The sound was muffled by the crescendo of students coming to the close of the song, and just as she was about to retaliate the dismissal bell rang. Shrill. Overpowering.

A grim reminder that she was still in Hawkins.

Principal Higgins made sure to clarify to his selected group of precious baby birds that the seniors were to head in the direction of the school cafeteria to Ms. Kelley and Mr. Kaminski for their schedules and locker assignments, doling out similar information half heartedly to the retreating freshmen, sophomore, and junior students.

Alejandra kept her eyes locked on Not-Van-Halen for as long as she could, but lost sight of him when she was overtaken by a throng of students all hurrying to move past her.

“Fuck, welp, I guess this is where we leave you and Jeff.”

Gareth Emerson took one more swig of the plastic bottle of Everclear that he’d snuck that morning from his mother’s Sears Roebuck liquor cabinet. Frank Kraguljac picked up his backpack and began to stand, grunting as he stretched. Frank was already complaining about the wait, pissed off because he’d lost a d4 in the bleachers just walking up to the highest point to sit down.

“Where are we even going?” Frank complained.

“Didn’t you hear Higgs? Front office, dude.” Gareth said, looking on as Eddie seemed to be searching for something, “You and Jeff are in the cafeteria, right Eddie?”

No response from his fearless leader.

“Hey… Eddie!”

“Huh?!”

His large brown eyes looked desperate, brows knitted together in a frown. The expression was concerning, certainly not something that self respecting Eddie Fucking Munson would ordinarily wear.

“What are you looking at?” Gareth asked, and all eyes turned to where Eddie had been looking previously.

The metalhead didn’t respond, pausing as he took one more glance out towards the visitor bleachers, as if hoping for something once more.

“I was waving at that new girl…” he muttered.

“Huh?”

“New girl?” Jeff Schaffer asked, looking around in the throng of students retreating.

“Yeah, you know, the one who kinda looks like that Valerie Bertinelli chick. Gray dress, quilted jacket, cute little bob cut…?” He replied, his voice trailing off as he continued to look out.

For obvious reasons, the prospect of seeing someone who resembled the guilty pleasure that was Barbara Cooper Royer had Jeff and Frank searching up and down. Gareth couldn’t place the name to the face, until he remembered that one of his favorite guitar players had married about four years ago.

“Valerie Bertinelli…? You mean the one that’s married to Van Halen?” he asked.

“Yeah, yeah, that one. She looks a lot like her! The new girl… the one that was sitting up higher in the bleachers, you know the one?” Eddie’s voice had become a bit more exasperated, growing increasingly flustered as he looked down at the slimming crowd.

“Uhhhhh…”

They all looked around. Jeff stood higher, leaned forward, and he squinted a little as he put a hand over his eyes. He repeated “Bertinelli… Bertinelli…” like a mantra as he searched.

“Bob cut… kinda curly…? Dark brown hair? Rick Moranis type glasses?” He asked.

Eddie’s eyes lit up, a smile tugging at his lips, and his wild hair whipping back and forth.

“Yes! That’s her! That’s her! You’ve seen her, right?”

“Yeah, she’s standing right over there. That’s her right? In the brown jacket with all those patches?”

Jeff pointed out Not-Bertinelli standing in line to leave. She seemed to be looking for someone, bouncing on the soles of her feet.

Leaning over his friend and slapping the back of his leather coat, Eddie followed the point, nearly sending the two of them toppling over the bleachers. Jeff got annoyed and hissed a snide “get off my ass” before Eddie moved.

Utterly smitten. Still with more faces to pull.

“Yeah…” he breathed, his grin overtaking his face, “Yeah, that’s her.”

They all stared. Frank catching flies with his mouth open, Jeff still squinting, and Gareth with his right hand over his mouth.

“… Bertinelli, huh?” Gareth asked, skeptical.

Eddie nodded.

“… she looks more like a hobbit.” Jeff admitted.

The comparison caused Eddie to splutter and the rest of Hellfire Club to laugh, nearly choking on their own spit.

“Excuse me?” Eddie blurted, “You think she looks like a hobbit?!”

“Oh shit...” Gareth grinned, “Yeah I totally see it. Darker skin tone, chubby face, curly brown hair… and she’s tiny!”

“She just blends right into the crowd.” Jeff nodded, “Good at hiding? Brown skin? That’s a Harfoot, dude, not Bertinelli.”

“Shut up!” Eddie hissed, his face turning red as he shoved a laughing Jeff, “Be nice! She totally looks like Bertinelli!”

“Man, that’s a Baggins from Bag End. Admit it!”

“Gareth shut your mouth or I swear to God your long rests will never know peace-…”

“Bertinelli Baggins of the Shire.” Frank blurted out.

The boys began to howl with laughter, while Eddie shoved them all. Each one alternated with different fucked up variations of jokes. Asking if she’d used the one ring to disappear from view. Suggesting that they corner her during lunch and see if they could check for curlicues on her feet.

All the while Eddie was trying to call his men to order. Screeching like an angry barn owl for them to shut the fuck up, it’s not funny, his beet-red face evidence that he was hypocritically fighting for his life to not bark out his own unhinged laughter at the jokes. Because secretly he knew they were right. The cute new girl was totally a hobbit.

Bertinelli Baggins…

Eddie silently hoped that maybe he’d manage to get lucky and find her again. Even if he had to look in every smial this side of Hawkins High School to find the Bag End she called home.

[ponyosmom35]

Bittersweet

Steve Harrington x Fem OC

pairings: Steve Harrington x Indie Holland

synopsis:

Indie Holland has harbored a quiet affection for Steve Harrington since childhood. Known around Hawkins High as 'King Steve' for his effortless charm and enviable locks, he's remained blissfully unaware of Indie's distant admiration.

However, the mysterious disappearance of Will Byers, the younger brother of Indie’s best friend, shatters the small-town calm. Initially dismissed as a simple case of a lost boy, the situation grows more alarming when Indie's sister, Barb, vanishes under similarly strange circumstances.

Thrown together by fate, Indie joins forces with Jonathan Byers and Nancy Wheeler to unravel the unsettling events unfolding in Hawkins. As they dig deeper, they uncover a dark and sinister reality far beyond their worst fears.

Steve, too, is drawn into the chaos, his path colliding with Indie’s in ways neither could have predicted. 

warnings: cussing, smut, angst, smut, violence, death, blood, gore, the upside down

link to masterlist with the full series: https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/733401347573088256/simon-ghost-riley?source=share

The soft hum of the chatter among other students was a constant backdrop to Indie’s life, a steady reminder of the mundane yet comforting routine she clung to. The worn pages of a book she occupied herself with her sanctuary—a place where she could be alone with her thoughts and escape from the world that often felt too big for her. The dim light cast a warm glow over her features, illuminating the quiet contemplation that was a frequent visitor in her life. Her back tucked into the corner and her head down as she hid behind her long hair, waiting for Johnathon Byers her best friend, to arrive. 

She’d known the Byers boy since they were in elementary school, both having been bullied by the other kids at school for being outcasts, so they stuck together. Finding a friendship with one another as they tried to navigate high school. Jonathan was a year older than Indie, in the beginning of his senior year while she was just a junior. Soon to be completely alone once he graduated. 

Indie’s older sister Barb was best friends with Nancy Wheeler, a popular girl who had always been nice to her. Yet not nice enough to invite her to sit with them at lunch. Since Barb started hanging out with Nancy, Indie had seen less of her sister. They’d been close her entire life until Barb started high school. Nancy got closer with the ‘cool kids’ and would drag Barb along, not that she was ever accepted fully into the group. The popular kids didn’t like girls like Barb and Indie. They were geeky. 

Indie was 5’3 and chubby. She had long curly orange hair that fell to her lower back and thick glasses. She was extraordinarily normal, not a thing about her stuck out. And she preferred it that way. If she could stick to the sidelines then she’d never be hurt, staying away from people would keep her safe. She liked sticking to her daydreams, where she could imagine her life differently, like she was the main character in her book, and her hot warrior boyfriend was the one and only -

Steve Harrington, on the other hand, was a fixture in Hawkins High’s social scene, the epitome of popularity. His world was one of bright lights and high expectations, a realm where his effortless charm and easygoing nature made him the center of attention. Yet, despite the many people around him, there was one person who remained firmly on the periphery of his awareness—Indie.

Indie had been in love with Steve Harrington for as long as she could remember. It was a love that had blossomed quietly, hidden away. Steve, with his tousled hair and carefree smile, had always seemed like a distant star—beautiful, untouchable, and forever out of reach. The depth of her feelings was something she carried with a kind of resigned acceptance, understanding that the love she harbored was a one-sided affair. She had long accepted that Steve would never spare her a glance, let alone know her name.

Steve Harrington, oblivious to the heartache he unknowingly caused, moved through life with an air of confidence that seemed impenetrable. His world was one of parties and laughter, of friends who flocked around him like moths to a flame. And Indie? She was a ghost in his world, an inconspicuous figure that existed only in the background of his life.

As Indie sat alone in her and Johnathon’s favorite spot in the cafeteria reading her romance novel and trying to forget the weight of her feelings, she caught sight of Steve across the way. He was with his friends, laughing and joking, completely unaware of the quiet turmoil that raged within her. It was moments like these that reminded her of the chasm between their worlds—a divide so vast that it felt insurmountable.

Yet, despite this, Indie found solace in the small moments she allowed herself to imagine—a world where Steve noticed her, where he saw beyond the facade of her shyness and recognized her for who she truly was. These daydreams were bittersweet, a mixture of hope and heartache.

In the grand tapestry of life, Steve and Indie were threads that rarely, if ever, intersected. For now, Indie was content to remain in the background, her love for Steve a silent song she sang only to herself. She had come to terms with the reality of her situation, understanding that some stories were never meant to be told, and some hearts were destined to remain untouched.

As she watched Steve from afar, a soft sigh escaped her lips, a silent prayer for the impossible. And in that moment, Indie felt a quiet resolve to embrace her place in the world, no matter how invisible it seemed. The world might never know the depth of her feelings, but that was a reality she had learned to accept. For now, she would continue to find comfort in her small corner of the diner, away from the glaring lights of Steve Harrington’s world, content in the knowledge that some loves are meant to remain unseen. The invisible string theory holding their souls just without of reach until the time is right.

[yourlocalracoon404]

Stanger tthings Twitter thingyy (modern AU)

I Was in an silly mood :3

I'd add more characters if i want or anyone 'request', really, also!! I'll add my OC into the mix i just forgor them :>

Myy HC :3 (+ships)

Ronance (x my oc :3)

Steddie

Elumax

Byler

Lesbian Robin (she/they)

Trans fem and Lesbian Nancy (she/her)

Trans masc and Bi Steve (he/him)

Trans masc and Gay Eddie

Bi and Poly Max (any pronouns)

Bi and Poly Lucas (he/him)

Unlabeled and Poly El (they/them)

Gay Will (he/him)

Gay Mike (he/they)

AroAce Bi and bigender Jonathan (he/her)

Yeaahh aand if anyone wants to argue with my headcannons than don't. Those are mine and it's called HEADCANNONS BECAUSE IT'S NOT CANNON.

Anywayzz byee have a nice day/evening/night/whatever and don't forget to eat and drink enough water!! <3

[luffy-luvr]

↳ ❝ [ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ... ] ¡! ❞

𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐘 ( monkey d. luffy x female! oc )

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 ( stranger things x female! oc )

[targayrenss]

JUNO — eddie munson x f!oc

݁˖ ❀ ⋆｡˚ You are always trying to keep it real

I'm in love with how you feel

summary:¡join juno and eddie on the difficult adventure of growing up and becoming young parents! —inspired by juno movie

warnings:teenage pregnancy, small age difference, Eddie being a bit of a jerk (he's really just scared of being a dad), mentions of abortion (she doesn't actually do it).

authors note:English is not my first language so please excuse any mistakes (feel free to correct me) I'm really excited to write this fic, Juno is my favorite movie and I was recently rewatching it and thought of Eddie so here we are!

Julia Stiles is my face claim for Juno but you can change it if you like.:)

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.CHAPTERS

chapter one:coming soon… 

[the-weeping-author]

Soft Skin, Broken Hearts Ch.1

✨A/N: hi guys it’s destiny again! I hoped y’all liked the prologue, and I hope yall like chapter 1 as well. The first few chapters are gonna be a little slow, but it will pick up as the chapters continue. If you want to be tagged again just let me know!✨

Word count: 3,353

Warnings: bullying, violence, mentioning of blood, weight issues, mentions of death.

Tag list: @pappydaddy @lenassaviorsblog

Please enjoy 😊

Thunder rumbling echoed in my ears as lightning quickly followed soon after, the pouring rain made my vision blurred. Everytime I wiped my eyes they’d get blurry again, my chest heaved as I heard multiple thumps behind me. I let out a cry before I continued to run, I halted in my tracks at the sight in front of me. Strange figures were in a hoard a few feet in front of me, it looked like they were feeding on something. As I snuck closer my skin paled, and my stomach dropped immediately. They weren’t feeding on something they were feeding on them.

My parents laid lifeless on the ground in front of me, and tears immediately found their way in my eyes. The soft sob I let out immediately drew their attention on me, chills ran down my spine as one snapped its head towards me. The roar it let out made the others look my way, I quickly stood before they stepped away from my parents. Before I could process anything my feet were moving me in the other direction, I kept constantly looking behind me making sure I kept a good distance between them and me. When I turned back around it was too late to stop, a huge tree branch slammed into my chest knocking the air out of my body.

My eyes fell shut immediately, and I heard the mud squishing underneath footsteps. I snapped open my eyes, and fear made its way throughout my body. An unidentifiable thing stalked its way up my body stopping at my face, its face extended looking like some flower monster. Its razor teeth were exposed, and before I knew it I picked up a handful of mud shoving it in its mouth. It screeched before moving off my body, and immediately I was back on my feet. I ran to some rocks, and caught my breath when something warm dripping on my shoulder halted my movements. When I turned my head it lurched forward engulfing my face, I screamed as it latched itself around my face.

I jerked up out of the bed hearing the alarm clock screaming at me to wake up, I looked at the time seeing it was six in the morning. I wiped the cold sweat off my forehead before getting out of bed, and walked into my attached bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror before splashing some cold water on my face, turned the shower on. While the water warmed up I grabbed some light blue jeans and a purple blouse before going back into the bathroom. I grabbed the Luffa hanging on a hook in the shower, and I squeezed my lavender peach body wash on it making sure to coat it evenly.

Next I grabbed my peach shampoo, lathering it in my hair then rinsing it out before doing the same steps with my conditioner. Once my hair was thoroughly washed I rinsed the remaining soap, and body washed off. I closed my eyes letting the hot water run down my body relaxing my joints after the terrifying dream I had, I washed my face quickly removing any sign of sleep from it. I turned the water off then stepped out of the shower drying myself before getting dressed, I slid my undergarments on then the rest of my clothes. When I walked back into my room I shivered softly before grabbing a light jacket out of my closet.

I put my socks, and new Air Jordan’s on before snatching my purse off my vanity chair. I dried my hair, and then curled it. Before I left my room I made sure to grab my vintage maybelline lip gloss, throwing it in my purse. I made my way quickly down the long staircase in the house before pausing at the second to last step taking a deep breath. I walked towards the kitchen, and immediately winced seeing my grandparents. I licked my lips, and forced a smile on my face.

“Good morning grandpappy, Mawmaw I hope you both slept pleasantly.”

They both looked up from their plates shocked, a satisfying smirk appeared on his face before he cleared his throat.

“Good morning Rose, we slept well thank you. I hope you slept decently.”

I smiled thinly at them, and my Mawmaw looked up at me for the first time since the argument yesterday.

“Rose I would love it if you joined us for breakfast, just to smooth things out. First I would like to apologize, not just for my behavior, but for what I said yesterday. I know losing your mother must be hard on you, but please look at it from my perspective. She was our little girl, our only girl. However I shouldn’t act like I’m the only one with a connection with her, I know you’re dealing with her passing in your own way I just wish you’d let us in.”

Once she finished her statement she took a sip of her coffee. I quickly took the offer, and sat in the chair across the table. The waiter that always served my grandmother and grandfather sat my food in front of me, and immediately I thanked them before my grandpa scoffed.

“There’s no need to thank him, or any of our servants for serving you. It’s their job.”

My Mawmaw looked over at her husband before she looked back at me, I looked down at my eggs benedict before gagging in my head. I couldn’t stand undercooked eggs. The runny yolk always ended up making me nauseous. I shifted my eyes off the eggs, and looked at the margarine grits. I mixed them together before picking up the pepper shaker, but my grandfather cleaning his throat paused my movement. My eyes quickly flashed to his, and I immediately noticed him watching me knowingly. I rolled my eyes before setting the pepper back down, the server quickly picked the pepper shaker up and put some on my grits.

“Asshole.” I mumbled softly under my breath, and out of the corner of my eye I saw his server crack a small grin. He quickly walked away before I took a bite of the grits, the sausage was the next to clear my plate. I picked my glass of orange juice up, and drank it in about 4 gulps. Once it was empty I sat the glass on the table then stood, my Mawmaw’s words halting any of my movements.

“Rose, you finished your food already? Are you late?”

I shook my head at her before smiling softly.

“No Mawmaw I’m just meeting my friend Eddie before school, and I don’t want to leave him waiting.”

Before my Mawmaw could respond my grandfather let out a sharp scoff, and immediately my mawmaw‘s smile dropped. She turned her head to look at him then turned back towards me waving him off.

“Okay honey, well you just be safe out there. Especially since that Byers boy is missing.”

I stomach dropped at her words, and I nodded my head adjusting my bag on my shoulder.

“Alright Mawmaw, you have a great day.”

”I loveYou to honey, and enjoy your first day back.”

I smiled at her before turning away from her, going into the living room and out the front door. The cool air was the first thing I noticed when I stepped outside, the next was the Pink, Orange, and Blue ombré in the sky. The sun barely sat in the sky signifying the day had just started, the birds barely chirping at this time. Nothing but the cool early morning breeze greeted me signifying the changing seasons.

I strolled slowly to the car parked behind my grandparents, once I reached it I put the key into the lock on the side of the car before twisting it to the left. With the door now unlocked I opened the door slipping into the car casually, I started it up. The A/C immediately blasted through the vents in the car making a chill go down my spine. I quickly shut the air off, and then made my way to the lovely Hawkins high. It was probably about a ten minute drive to my house, the first thing I noticed when I arrived was the empty parking lot. Only a few cars had arrived I assume because most of the kids decided to take the bus.

I shook my head when I saw Eddie's van pull into the parking lot, I couldn’t help but laugh when he was already hopping out of his van before he could park it. I laughed harder when the van started slowly scooting forward, and a quick panic look crossed over his face. I threw open my car door before stepping out of it making sure my door was locked. While he changed gears I took that time to cross the parking lot, as I approached Eddie he smirked playfully before wrapping his arm around my shoulder pulling me into a tight embrace which I quickly returned.

“Good morning Rose, how was breakfast with the two crypt keepers?”

I couldn’t stop the cackle that forced its way out my throat, I shook my head at him softly hitting his shoulders. I pulled away from Eddie, and watched him pull a joint from his jacket pocket. He brought it to his lips before sparking it up, once he took a few drags from it he held it out to me. I accepted with ease, and repeated his action. We passed it back and forth for a little while watching as more cars made their way into the parking lot, Eddie and I got into his van before getting joined by Eddie's other friends.

I smoked another joint with them, and after the second one was gone Eddie looked at me teasingly. His friends were in the back talking, and he leaned into me opening his mouth.

“I’m surprised you aren’t fried goodie goodie.”

He cracked a grin at my facial expression, and I shoved him lightly.

“Oh hush it Munson, you act like I’ve been wealthy my whole life.”

He put his hands up in surrender before grabbing the joint from his friend, and after he hit it a few times he passed it to me. I took a hit or two before I passed it, and a maroon bmw pulling into the parking lot immediately caught my attention. Inwardly I sighed, Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington. Hawkins most favored boy. I had no clue why girls paid him so much attention, especially because of his lack of personality. When he wasn’t being arrogant he was being a total dick, he and I had a lot of history.

Steve Harrington managed to always make his way into my life, even though it was never wanted. Steve Harrington was nothing more than a bully, a boy who let his peers alter who he was. Once upon a time ago Steve Harrington and I were friends, we went to the same kindergarten, hung around the same people. He didn’t become unpleasant to be around until elementary school, fifth grade to be exact. That was the first day the name porker was bestowed upon me, all the kids snapped their heads towards me pointed then laughed. Of course at that point he was a lot of the first in my life, he was my first guy friend which quickly turned into best friend- my only friend.

He was my first serious crush, at least that’s what I told my ten year old self then. Out of all of the memorable moments the one that stuck out the most out of them all was him being a part of- no the main cause of my first embarrassment. That day he called me a porker latched onto me like a virus, which in a sense it was a virus it just only seemed to affect me. I walked away from him that day vowing to never talk to him, and I kept that promise. I haven’t felt the need to look, talk, or even be around him. His taunts always haunted me, and on the first day of fifth grade was the last he ever crossed my mind.

I immediately shifted my gaze back on Eddie when I saw Tommy and Carol approach his car. they were the ones who changed him so drastically, and made him the Steve I didn’t know. I pushed the building nerves in my stomach. That was a long time ago. Rose let it go. I sighed heavily looking Eddie in the eyes. Eddie befriended me rather quickly when I was the trios main target, he would always tell me not to worry about them because they were jerks. Eddie slowly, but surely claimed the best friend title in no time. He had all of the amazing qualities I would want in a partner, he just wasn’t for me. We fell into more of a platonic relationship, and we’d even mutually agreed to not cross the line. Not that he didn’t find me attractive either, we just enjoyed each other in different ways.

“Eddie, you know you’re my best friend right?”

He rolled his eyes playfully at me before pinching my cheek playfully.

“Rose I love you, but get out of your head. I know I’m your best friend. Everyone knows you’re my best friend.”

“Well I know, but I just want to make sure you know I appreciate you.”

Before Eddie could respond the bell for homeroom sounded throughout the school Eddie smirked before pushing his van door open slipping out of the seat he was currently occupying.

“Well look at that rose, saved by the bell.”

I shook my head before shoving his van door open following in his footsteps, when I shut the door I looked up immediately freezing. my eyes locked straight onto Carols,Tommy was also looking right at me with a smirk. Steve just stared at me with a blank expression, the viral symptoms were creeping their way back to my brain. Slowly spreading around it, my chest quickly became tight and heavy.

Eddie's arm wrapped about my shoulders, and his smile immediately dropped seeing my face. He squatted down to my height. Then used his finger to follow my gaze, and when he landed on the three musketeers his smile dropped and was replaced with a soft sadder one. Eddie's eyes looked into the basketball captains before he rolled his eyes, and pulled me along with him.

Silence filled the air for a moment before Eddie bumped his shoulder into mine. The same smile he always wore when I was around, the same smile I always gave him in moments like these. He rubbed my back before turning around matching my pace so he could look at me, and still talk.

“You know I appreciate you too, and I know I’ve said this thousands of times.. don’t let guys like Steve Harrington get to you. He’s not worth it, but you already know that.”

I smiled at him again, and he punched the air softly before teens looked at us as we passed them.

“There's the best friend I know and love! glad to have you back from planet sulk.”

I rolled my eyes at him before waving him off, I opened my mouth, however he cut me off quickly returning the eye roll, adjusting his voice to a higher octave trying to match mine.

“Yeah yeah yeah, I know I’m totally not sulking.”

I shoved him softly before I flicked him off which made him laugh loudly with a wide smile appearing on his face.

“Alright this is me, I’ll see you at lunch okay Rose.”

I nodded my head at Eddie, and the moment with my real life heather’s was long forgotten, well that was until I walked into my homeroom. I froze in front of the door before my eyes fell on them, they were on the other side of the room surrounded by their brain dead followers. my blood ran cold staring at them, they hadn’t noticed me yet which I didn’t know if it was a blessing or a curse.

When carols eyes landed on me she smirked at me menacingly, she patted Tommy’s shoulder before he did what Eddie did just minutes ago. When his eyes landed on me he pushed up off the desk he was leaning on, and before anything else could get said his voice filled the room making it go dead silent.

“Well I didn’t know they let animals into the school, oh wait that’s not an animal it’s just Porkie.”

Every set of eyes in the room looked at the door to see who Tommy was talking about, Carol laughed first then the whole room erupted into a hysterical laugh. My face heated up, and I quickly put my head down trying to walk quickly in my seat hoping they would spare me. Carol's voice chased all of my hopes away as she spoke right after tommie.

“Who would have thought Tommy, I guess they made an exception for porker. Everyone probably felt bad for her after seeing her try so hard to lose weight over the summer.”

My lungs tightened, eyes widened as a gut wrenching grin appeared on her face. The high I once had slowly started going away, and my eyes started stinging. When was she watching me? If she did I never noticed her, but Steve’s voice brought me back to the small classroom we were in.

“Yeah I’m sure you all remember Mrs. Jones what would she think about having a porker for a daughter. I know she wouldn’t be pleased.”

You’re wrong, my mother loved me regardless.

Before I knew what I was doing I cleared my throat loudly making the trio grow silent, the words slipped past my lips like one of those dinosaurs that spit venom.

“Well what would you know about mothers Harrington? You barely know your own so why would you speak for mine?”

His smile dropped instantly, Adam's apple bobbing up and down quickly. The hurt in his eyes was blinded by the rage in mine. Before he could respond the teacher came into the room, immediately stealing the attention from the drama. Everyone was so desperately eating up, at the sudden distraction I slid into the desk, and stared down at the top of it tapping my nails against it making a soft noise to focus on instead of the echoing words that seemed to be on repeat in my mind.

Despite my obvious dislike for the brown haired boy his words hurt, they punctured me like a bullet going through and out my heart. Steve knew how much my parents meant to me, and how dare he try to weaponize them against me. Just like them, just like everyone who I’ve been around since they’re passing. It was either sympathetic looks, or snarky remarks. I felt eyes on me, I knew it was him without having to look at him. I hope my words cut him like he did me, my mother would have scolded me if she heard me. Maybe she was the reason I was feeling regretful, the moment the words left my mouth I wanted to apologize.

Not because I cared how he felt, but because I knew my mother would be disappointed hearing what I said to my childhood friend. Who was there to stop him from saying cruel things to me? Why should I feel guilty? Why should I care who I hurt? Especially when no one cared that I was hurting for years. All I knew was that Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington hasn’t changed, he never will. He’ll always be the boy who was desperate enough to try to fit in no matter who he had to trample, no matter who he burned far beyond saving. All I knew was that it wasn’t going to be me, not anymore at least.

✨E/A/N: welp that’s the ending of chapter 1, chapter 2 is in progress as we speak. Thank yall for reading the fic, and I literally can’t wait for yall to go on this journey with me, and I hope yall can relate to Roseanne. Steve is only gonna be a jerk for a few more chapters, and then king Steve will be gone.✨

[slasherbabi]

CG!Eddie Munson X Shifter Age regressor

Summary: An age regressor who is a fan of the show stranger things accidentally shifts one night, escaping a difficult home life. They wake up at the park Bench the high school and run into none other than Eddie himself.

Chapter One: BB shifts for the first time and meets Eddie.

Warnings: Fem descriptions and pronouns, somewhat of a self insert, so certain pet names in use. Mild mention of abusive home and mentions of depression, SH and ED.

Not Proofread

Im hoping to make this a multiple part thing and thinking I should nickname her BB (baby bat)

A yawn came from BB's lips, rubbing her eyes tiredly and laying her head on the cold pillow beneath her, on her phone played season 4 of stranger things, it was probably the 3rd time it was being rewatched. It was all that brought her comfort at this point, she wished so much she could be there and be part of the group, more importantly, part of hellfire. Her eyes cast down to the oversized Hellfire club shirt, currently being used as pyjamas as well as a pair of shorts. She let out a sigh and grabbed a pillow, hugging it close as she began to cry, burying her face in the material to cover the noise. She wanted badly to regress, to be away from here, anything. Before long, the girl drifted off, the sounds of the show still playing in her headphones quietly, imagining Eddie beside her, stroking her hair gently and cuddling her close.

When BB woke, her legs and arms were cold, her face was rest against her forearm, crossed beneath her. She groans and lifts her head, frowning slightly at the brightness around her.

"What..." Her mind finally collected, she was surrounded by tall, dense forest, her heart began to race intensely, where the hell was she? How did she get here? She jumped up from the picnic bench she was sat on, tripping back a little and falling onto a bed of pebbles and sticks, she groans and wobblily tries to get up, getting on her hands and knees before seeing a pair of converse and she froze.

"You okay there?"

That voice, she'd heard it before. BB's eyes went up, travelling across black jeans, a chain, denim sleeveless jacket and... a hellfire shirt. Finally, a mess of dark curly hair.

"Hellooo? Can you hear me? Did you hit your head?" He crouched down making her shoot up with a yelp. "Hey... it's okay I'm not gonna-" He titlted his head and frowned looking at her shirt. "Hey where did you get that?" His voice was a little more stern now, he'd made all of the shirts with the club himself, he would have known if there was an extra or a spare, did she steal it?

"This can't be happening... T-this... No no you're not real! You're not real!!" BB crouched down, hugging her knees as she breathes heavily, Eddies face softened, thinking what he was seeing was a bad trip. He sat beside her. "Hey, it's okay... you're safe." He spoke a lot softer now, brushing her long hair from her face trying to get her to look at him. "I've seen this before, come on, my van is really close, lets get you warm and safe." He looked at her legs seeing they were scratched and cut up. "Can you walk?" She was still hyperventilating and shaking a little, not answering him and trying her best to hide behind dark hair. "I need you to nod yes or no if I can take you to my van." She hesitates breathing heavily, trying her best to focus on his question, but it was hard, he shouldn't even be here in the first place. Eventually she nods, gasping when she was lifted into the air, a bright blush on her face as she held onto him tight, afraid she'd be too heavy and fall.

Soon the two exited the woods, Eddies van parked at the curb "See? That's it right there, that okay?" She nods again, just staring up at him with a bewildered look "You okay?" He chuckles a little at the look on her face. "Lets get you a little food and water okay?" He opens the van and sits her on the mattress in the back, turning on the lights in the back "Pretty cool huh?" He gives her a big smile, and his heart slightly melted seeing her lips twitch up into her own small smile. Eddie took some of the sheets and wrapped them around her, "There you go, nice and warm. Now, I have some poptarts, is that okay?" BB nods softly, watching as he climbed to the front of his van and began searching the door pockets and glove box, opening them and handing them over with a bottle of water.

"Eddie?" He froze, she knew his name, furthering his belief that she must have gotten the shirt from a member of the group.

"Yeah?"

"Where am I?" He frowns at the question and tilts his head a little,

"Uhm, you're in Hawkins." That's what she thought, but it wasn't possible "Listen I know my group, none of them have girlfriends, unless they're lying to me," He mumbles the last part "So, where'd you get the shirt little lady." Eddie did his best to remain soft spoken, not wanting to startle her anymore.

"You wouldn't believe me, I don't even believe it myself..." BB sighs and nibbles at the corner of the pop tart.

"Try me." She chews her lip keeping her eyes down, the hair in front of her face.

"I'm not from here, like not just Hawkins, but, where I am from, you're a TV character. I watched the show every night to help me fall asleep." She left out details of his and Chrissy's death, and her huge crush on him.

"I'm that boring huh?" He jokes a little before looking at her seriously, "Okay, for real now, what have you taken, and where did you get the shirt?"

"I haven't taken anything, I bought the shirt from a Merch shop, look." She pulled at her collar to show him the label. "You have a band called corroded coffin, you used to have buzzed hair, you run a DND club." She listed off other random facts as well as the members of Hellfire club, and Eddie made a mental note to interrogate all of them to see who set up this strange, invasive prank.

"Well, you can't keep up this act forever, where do you live I'll drop you off." Eddie got up and made his way to the front of the van, his patience was waring thin.

"I don't have anywhere." He paused,

"Come sit down, you can stay with me..." He sighs. BB made her way to the front of the van and sat down, blushing again when he leant over to strap her in.

They get back to his trailer, Eddie parks up before turning to her.

"You can sleep in here or in my room, I'll sleep on the couch, which do you want?" BB looks down fidgeting with her fingers, "Okay, you can have my bed." He unstraps her again and she began to feel it, she was slipping. BB tried her best to ignore it, but his little gestures were the most cared for she'd felt in a while. Even more so when he lifted her.

"W-what are you doing?" She gasps and clings to him again.

"Your legs are all cut up, you've not got any shoes, I'm carrying you little lady." He winks playfully, before the thought that this may be one of his friends sisters or cousins, and began to feel a little guilty, especially seeing her blush at his words. Eddie got her inside and took her to his room, sitting her on his bed before digging through all sorts of containers.

"What's your name?" He spoke out as he was still searching.

"Hm? Oh... um, I don't really like it, but, Bonnie Bryce..." BB continues to fidget awkwardly watching him search through his things. Bryce? He didn't know anyone with that name, he'd still interrogate his friends though.

"Cute name, if you don't like it though, I could call you BB." he pulled out a little bag and came and sat in front of her, taking note of the shy smile behind her hair, watching her nod. "Okay this is gonna sting a little BB..." he began to clean the cuts and grazes on her legs with an alcohol wipe, feeling guilty at the little whimpers from her and the sight of her clutching his bed. "All done!" He looks up at her with his hands up "See it's okay, you're okay... now, princess Band-Aids for a princess?" He pulled out a few pink Band-Aids, he had them in all colours, before grabbing a pen and doodling flowers, hearts and princesses on them, he couldn't help adding a few bats too, putting them over her cuts before seeing faint scars further up her leg, he sighs quietly and looks away.

As the night progressed, BB told him more and more about the real, modern world, and not only was he amazed, he was starting to believe her. She had changed, wearing an old hoodie of his, covered in different doodles and patches and bleach drawings,, and a pair of sweatpants, the hellfire shirt remained. "Welp! I don't know about you, but I am hungry, left over pizza?" He gave her a wide playful grin "Not much else in the house so..."

"Sure, thank you." She smiles softly and waves goodbye, the hoodie sleeves covering her hands. Eddie left and immediately put his hand over his heart dramatically before chuckling and going to reheat the pizza. While it was reheating he grabbed the phone and called Gareth.

"You've reached Gareth the Great."

"Who is she?"

"You gotta elaborate Ed's."

"The girl, she said she was called Bonnie Bryce? She was at my spot and she knew all this shit about me so I know one of you sent her, HA HA very funny."

"Don't know any Bonnie dude, never heard of her, maybe you've got a stalker." The smirk on Gareths lips could be heard through the phone, Eddie rolls his eyes.

"Shut up."

"Someone's got a little crush on our Edd-" Eddie hung up before he could say anything else, just in time for the pizzas to be reheated. He plates both and shoves two cokes in his pocket before bringing them in. "Hope you're hungry!" He grins and hands her the plate, sitting beside her and giving her a coke too. "So... You're really from the future then, future girl." He chuckles. BB smiles and nibbles nodding awkwardly.

"More like, a different reality..."

"Am I your favourite character?" Eddie grins smugly, BB went quiet looking down making his smile grow wider "I am aren't I?!" He laughs and ruffles her hair making her curl into her self even more with shyness. Eddie grins and puts the hood up for her before looking at her plate "You've barely eaten... you okay?" She nods softly with that guilty, sickly feeling.

"Y-yeah, sorry, just not very hungry..." Her response makes Eddie tsk.

"Can you try eat a little more cutie? For me...?" BB's heart skipped a beat, nodding shyly and trying to eat a few more pieces.

"I'm just gonna be..."Eddie points towards the couch with a sheet draped over it, "Right there. Okay?" BB nods softly and moves to get comfortable.

"Thank you Eddie." She smiles up at him sleepily making his heart yet again melt.

"No problem princess BB." He kisses the top of her head before grabbing some pyjamas "Goodnight."

Eddie makes his way to the couch, changing into a loose black shirt and grey shorts, tying his hair up loosely and was just about to lay down and get comfortable when he heard crying coming from his room, loud and panicked. He immediately shot up and rushed to his room. "Bonnie?!" He opens the door to see her writhing and crying, obviously having some sort of night terror. "Hey hey! Bonnie!" He knelt on the bed and cradles her against his chest, "Bonnie wake up!" (couldn't resist) BB jolted awake, looking up at him in shock before burying her face in his chest and crying. "Shhhh, it's okay, you're safe... you're safe, I got you..."

Once she'd calmed down, she sniffles and looks up at him "C-can you stay...? Please."

"Of course... I'm right here, anything you need..." Eddie whispers to her, laying down and keeping her on his chest, his arms wrapped around her tightly, stroking through her hair.

To be continued, part 2 A/N: A little long and not much regression stuff but oh well, the next ones will have a lot more. Also here is BB.

[roanofarcc]

PROJECT SUNSHINE CHAPTER FIFTY TWO → PROCLAMATIONS OF “LIKE” ON BATHROOM FLOORS

summary: steve harrington x oc

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

word count. 4.7k || masterlist || ocs moodboard

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

previous chapter ← → next chapter

Attempting to blend in with the mall goers was a little more difficult than Sunshine anticipated. They all were sweaty, their clothes wrinkled, and their appearances rather disheveled. She had wiped off most of the blood on her face, but she felt the light bruising forming around her nose and out through her cheeks. Dustin and Erica could pass off their appearances as kids who played a little too hard, but their small group was certainly odd as they ducked and weaved across the mall, trying not to be seen while searching for a missing Steve and Robin.

Sunshine told herself, and the kids, that they probably just wandered off and nothing bad had happened to them, but she wasn’t so sure. Her heart raced uncomfortably inside her chest as they searched. She made sure Dustin and Erica stayed close and they all kept their heads down whenever someone who looked even just slightly out of place passed them.

“They couldn’t have gotten far,” Erica said, looking side to side along the mall corridors. 

“They wouldn’t have gotten anywhere if you had been watching them,” Dustin snapped. 

“Oh, so this is all my fault?” 

“Yes!” 

“Shh!” Sunshine silenced them with a sharp hiss. “We’re trying to blend in here, remember. No fighting, please.” The kids said nothing more, only a couple of grumbles under their breath that she didn’t hear. She sighed and said, “It’s no one’s fault, okay? We just need to focus on finding them before anyone else does.” The Russians were the biggest threat, but she also didn’t want someone finding two red-eyed and giggling teens wandering around the mall. The last thing they needed was a mall cop throwing them in Starcourt jail and calling either one of their parents. There was no reasonable or believable explanation anyone could give for the state they were in. 

The trio rounded a corner and nearly slammed into two mallgoers. Reflexiably, Sunshine grabbed Dustin and Erica’s arms, pulling them to a quick stop. For a split second, Sunshine’s mind ran through a series of thoughts. At first, she worried they had been caught, then she thought they had found Steve and Robin, but it was neither one of those things. They had run into Calum Miller and Tamera Willow.

Tamera was in her Scoops uniform, looking shocked to see them. Beside her was Calum, who was also wide-eyed and startled. 

“Danielle?” said Tamera. “H-Hi.” She glanced sideways at Calum and nudged his arm, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he just stared at Sunshine for a little too long. Tamera cleared her throat and plastered on a tight-lipped smile. “We were actually just looking for you. We, uh, really need to talk to you.”

“We’re a bit busy…” Sunshine answered, trailing off as she noticed the car keys that dangled between Calum’s fingers. “Wait, did you drive here?” 

Calum still didn’t answer; his eyes looked glossed over and unfocused. She wasn’t sure if it was just the lighting of the mall, but he looked a little paler than she recalled, despite it being summer. 

“Sorry,” Tamera sighed out. “He’s a little out of it. But yeah.” 

They had a way out, a car, and a driver. “Can you drive?” she asked Calum. 

He finally spoke, replying with a quick. “Yeah.” 

Sunshine couldn’t help the sigh of relief fall from her lips. “We need a ride and some help.” 

“Why?” 

“It’s a long story,” Sunshine said, feeling antsy. It wasn’t safe for them to linger in one place for too long. They needed to move and find Steve and Robin. 

Tamera crossed her arms, sharing another look with Calum. “Okay. We can help and even give you a ride but under one condition.” Sunshine nodded, not caring what she was agreeing to. “You have to answer our questions and answer them truthfully. No bullshit.”

She didn’t know what they were talking about, but she didn’t care. “Sure, okay. But we need your help first,” she said. “Have you seen Steve or Robin around here in the last ten minutes or so?” 

Calum’s gaze narrowed, focused on the skirt of her dress. “Is that blood?” 

“Have you seen them?” Sunshine asked, pleadingly, and ignoring Calum’s question of the blood on her dress. 

“No,” Tamera answered. “They blew off their shift today and Robin didn’t answer her phone when I called her earlier to ask where she was.” 

Where could they have gone? 

Sunshine tried to think, running a stressed hand through her hair, but as her fingers brushed against the back of her head, she winced as they touched a tender knot on her skull from where the Russians had knocked her out cold hours ago. She felt like a disaster, unraveling with each second they stayed stuck in the mall. 

“We need help finding them. They’re here somewhere, but we’re not sure where. But it’s really, really important that we find them, and fast,” Dustin explained. “And after we find them, we need a ride out of here.” 

“And you’ll answer our question?” Tamera asked once more. 

“Yes.” What kind of questions they had, she didn’t know but she couldn’t waste time wondering. 

Tamera nodded. “All right then, we’ll help.” 

“Great,” Dustin said as he quickly scanned the corridor. “They’re still in their sailor costumes, so keep an eye out for that. Oh, and also keep an eye out for anyone who looks suspicious or Russian or suspiciously Russian.” 

Calum blinked, slow and confused. “Russian?” 

“Let’s move,” Sunshine said, not waiting for a reply before she took off once more in search of their missing members. 

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On the floor, crammed in a dirty bathroom stall, Steve felt everything from the last twenty-four hours crash down on top of him. The horrible taste of vomit and blood was stuck in his mouth, his eyes were even more swollen, a couple of his ribs were bruised at best and broken at worst, and the slightest movements of his face hurt like a bitch. But he was out of the military base, which was a plus, even though they were still stuck in the mall and his car keys got stolen. His dad was going to kill him for losing them, but he much rather face the wrath of his dad than another Russian soldier. 

“The ceiling stopped spinning for me. Is it still spinning for you?” Robin asked from the next stall over.

He looked up and was relived to find that his vision had stopped spinning. “Holy shit. It did stop. Do you think we puked it all up?” 

“Maybe. Ask me something. Interrogate me,” Robin said, faking a terrible Russian accent. Steve cracked a small smile. 

“When was the last time you peed your pants?” 

Robin didn’t hesitant to answer. “Today.” 

“What?” 

“Yeah. When the Russian doctor took out the bone saw.” She laughed, her voice raspy. “It was just a little bit, though.” 

Rubbing his sore nose, he chuckled. “Yeah, it’s definitely still in our system.” He felt like he had returned to his body but there was still a slight air of disconnect that swam around him. Steve knew what it felt like to be high from a couple of times he and Tommy H. bummed weed from some kid at school who kept it inside a metal lunch box and only made deals in the woods behind the school. But what the Russians have given them was much more intense and with his luck, probably toxic or something. He was just glad it hadn’t killed him or Robin, yet. 

Robin shifted inside her stall and the toes of her doodled Convers peaked into Steve’s stall. “All right, my turn,” she said. “Have you ever been in love?” Damn, she wasn’t going easy on him. 

He sank back against the side of the stall as a subtle pain settled in his chest. The memory of last Halloween, followed by the next day in the alleyway outside the Hawkins High gym with Nancy filled his mind. He wasn’t in love with her anymore, but their relationship was still a tender spot in his heart, not fully healed. They had brushed over everything and exchanged quick apologies to be civil but any deeper conversation was overshadowed by the events of that November. They never talked about the issues they had or why their relationship had failed. It wasn’t necessarily either of their faults. Their relationship became tangled in the disappearance of Will, the reappearance of Sunshine, and the death of Barbara Holland. They couldn’t untangle it, thus leading to their slow, drawn-out downfall. 

“Yep,” he answered. “Nancy Wheeler, first semester, senior year.” 

“Oh my God,” Robin groaned. “She’s such a priss.” 

Steve smiled softly to himself. Maybe sophomore year Nancy was a priss or came across as one to people who didn’t know her, but the Nancy he knew now was far from it. “Turns out, not really.” 

“Are you still in love with Nancy?” 

“No.” The answer was easy from his lips and from his heart. He had moved past that part of his life. No matter how hard he tried to cling to it, to her, to the life he knew before everything and a sense of normalcy, it was long gone. Maybe before Hawkins was revealed to be cloaked in various nightmares, the two of them were supposed to end up together. Maybe before monsters turned out to be real, he and Nancy were meant to end up trapped happily behind a picket fence in some Indiana subdivision and become their parents. But then Nancy lost Bard and found Jonathan. Steve had lost his best friend at age six and found her again in the same woods ten years later. Their lives diverged from what could have been if everything had remained painfully and peacefully normal.

“Why not?” 

“I think it’s because I found someone a little better for me.” Someone who hadn’t left his thoughts since the first night she crashed into him in the woods two years ago. Someone who he came to trust more than he trusted himself. 

Robin was quiet for a beat before she said, “Danielle?” 

When they were little, she had been Ellie, back when it had been just the two of them running through foggy memories in the back of his mind.

“Yeah,” he said. “We were friends when we were kids, and I don’t really remember much from back then. But I do remember thinking that she was the coolest person I knew because she never seemed to be scared of anything, and I was scared of everything.” There were a few fractured memories he hung to after all the time that had passed. 

Sunlight poured down from the sky over two little kids, encasing them in a golden glow as the sun said goodbye for the day. Steve stood at the base of a tree, peering upwards with a nervousness gnawing at his stomach. The tree was tall, too tall, he thought. Its limbs stretched toward the sky for what looked like miles. He wanted to chicken out, head back home, and call quits on their quest.

Balancing on the lowest branch was Ellie. Her dark hair was braided in two pieces that fell down to her waist, secured with little white bows. Sun trickled through the thick of leaves, casting a little halo around her head. There was an ever-present smile on her lips and a million freckles across her cheeks that always reminded him of stars. She gazed down at him, expectantly, waiting for him to follow her up through the maze of branches until they could touch the clouds. But the height was dizzying and made Steve lose any courage he had walking out to the tree line behind his house.

Ellie must’ve noticed his hesitation and stretched out her hand toward him, using her other one to steady herself on the branch. 

Steve sucked in a breath and swallowed down his fear before wrapping his fingers around her hand. She pulled him up as he dug his sneakers into the tree bark and avoided looking down. He kept his gaze upwards, locked with Ellie and the painted sky behind her. She squeezed his hand and didn’t let go as they climbed higher, letting the warm summer breeze wash across their young, unbothered faces. 

The memory filled Steve with a strange mix of comfort and longing. He wished he had a childhood full of memories like that one, where Sunshine had always been there and nothing bad ever happened in Hawkins. He wished, almost more than anything, that he or someone, anyone, could have saved her from the childhood she had. 

Neither one of them were kids anymore, but she hadn’t been one in a long time. 

“And then, one day, she was just…gone,” Steve continued. “I couldn’t figure out why I felt like something was missing. I almost forgot about her completely, but that feeling never really went away. And then, you know, she came back, and I don’t think I’ve felt this complete since I was six.” 

“It sounds like she means a lot to you.” 

“Yeah,” he sighed. “I don’t want to screw it up.”

“What makes you think you will?” 

“Our lives are…they’re complicated.” That was a massive understatement. “I don’t think it’ll never not be. That, and I guess I’m just scared.” The truth came out too easily, but it felt nice to get it off his chest. He didn’t really have anyone he could talk to like that. He had Sunshine, of course, but that wasn’t exactly a conversion he could have with her. Having Robin to talk to was nice. 

“You’re scared that you’ll lose her all over again?”

“Yeah.” He could hardly handle the thought of that alone. Their lives were a mess of government labs, monsters, and now Russians. They both had nearly died one too many times and every time, no matter how beat up she was, Sunshine always placed herself between everyone else and the monsters, no matter what they looked like. It terrified him that night at the junkyard when they were swarmed by Demo-Dogs, how easily she told him to leave her behind. Or how she tried to take out an army of soldiers only hours ago to try to save them. He admired her for all of that, but he feared that it was only a matter of time before she placed herself between someone or something too big to take on alone, but she’d try anyway because that was just the kind of person she was. Steve hated his feeling like he was always running out of time with her. 

And then there was his own issue of ruining relationships. What if he said something or did something stupid and lost her that way? There were too many variables; it stressed it out. But he was stuck in limbo. Not telling her and not being with her sucked almost as such the possibilities that hung over his head of running out of time or screwing up what they already had. 

Robin sucked in a loud, shaky breath before her shoes were pulled back into her stall. “Do you guys get kidnapped by Russians often?” 

He couldn’t help but laugh. “I don’t think it can technically be called kidnapping if we broke into their place. But no, the Russians are new.” Interrogations were new too; Steve didn’t care much for them. He was just surprised that they didn’t run into a monster on top of everything else down there. 

Suddenly, another strong wave of feelings washed over him as he was brought back to his and Robin’s conversation before they were drugged, lying on the floor in their overturned chairs. He hung his head as a pang of guilt welled up inside his gut. “I’m sorry.” 

“For what?”

“For bringing you into our mess in the first place.” None of them knew that they’d end up being interrogated by a horrifying, cartoonish Russian Doctor and soldier, but Steve felt responsible for not shutting down their operation sooner before it got out of hand. That wasn’t the only thing he felt bad about too. “And I’m sorry for telling all that, about Sunshine. What you said back there, about Mrs. Click’s class…” He trailed off for a moment, searching for the right words. “I like you, Robin. I mean, I feel like this summer is the hardest I’ve laughed in a really long time. But I just…I don’t like you like that. I’m sorry.” 

He did wish he had noticed Robin in Click’s class. Maybe then they would have been friends before that summer. Maybe he would have been less miserable in the latter half of high school, in the wake of his fallout with Tommy H. and Carol and the crumbling of his and Nancy’s relationship. Maybe things in his life would have worked out a little differently had he made a real friend in school who he didn’t hate half of the time. 

Robin was quiet for a long moment, too long, and Steve immediately felt like he had said something wrong. There was no right way to let a person down. Steve just wanted to do it without losing Robin and the odd but nice friendship they had gained in the middle of their Russian investigation.

“Robin, did you OD over there?” 

“No,” she finally said. “I’m still alive.” 

Steve waited for her to say more, but she went quiet again, and he couldn’t handle the silence. He slid underneath the stall and into hers. She scrunched up her face and moved her legs to make room for him. “The floor’s disgusting,” she said.

“Yeah, well, I already have a bunch of blood and puke on my shirt so…” He met her eyes. She looked pale like she was going to puke all over again. “I’m sorry-” 

She cut him off with a sharp shake of her head, hugging her knees close to her chest almost like she was trying to make herself as small as possible. “Don’t,” she said. “Don’t apologize.”

“I do want to be your friend, Robin.” He really, really did. Steve hadn’t had a genuine friend, aside from Sunshine, in what felt like forever. And as different as he and Robin were, they fit together nicely. They worked well together, and Steve didn’t want that to end after their night was over. “I think you’re funny and scary smart-” 

“Stop, please,” she pleaded, looking down at the floor. “You don’t even know me. And if you did, like, really know me, I don’t think you’d want to be my friend.” 

Steve thought that was outrageous. Just because they were a little unconventional didn’t mean much of anything to him. His current friends consisted of a girl he had a crush on and a gaggle of fourteen-year-olds. “What? Of course I would.”

“Listen to me, Steve. It’s shocked me to my core, but I like you too. I really like you, but I’m not like your other friends.” 

“That’s exactly why I like you.” She wasn’t like Tommy or Carol, obsessed with the social hierarchy of Hawkins and making other people as miserable as they were; that was all bullshit anyway. Robin was fun to be around, no matter how badly she teased him. 

She dropped her gaze and hesitated. Steve couldn’t understand why she looked so scared. “What I said about Click’s class and me being jealous and like obsessed with you wasn’t because I had a crush on you.” Relief washed over him, followed by confusion. “It was because…b-because she wouldn’t stop staring at you.”

“Mrs. Click?” 

A small, breathy laugh fell from Robin’s lips, but it was still a little sad. “Tammy Thompson. I wanted her to look at me, but she couldn’t pull her eyes away from you and your stupid hair. I didn’t understand because you would get bagel crumbs all over the floor. You asked dumb questions and were a total douche bag! And you didn’t even like her. I would go home and just scream into my pillow.” 

Steve tried to wrap his head around what she was saying, but it wasn't making any sense. He didn’t understand what she was saying. “But...Tammy Thompson’s a girl?” 

Chewing down hard on her lip, Robin stared at him with her still slightly bloodshot and watery eyes. Her chin trembled slightly as she whispered, “Steve…” 

It took a minute, a long minute for her words to sink into his brain and for his brain to then make sense of them. But once they did, Steve felt nauseous for the hundredth time that day. And it wasn’t because of what Robin meant with her words. It wasn’t because she just confessed to like-liking Tammy Thompson, a girl. Steve was sick to his stomach because he was suddenly face to face with the awful words his dad spewed about people like Robin, and how Steve had spat those same words back at Jonathan Byers in the alleyway two years ago. Steve felt sick because Robin looked more scared to admit that than when they were down inside the Russian base.

It was the look on her face that struck him, hard, much like the soldier’s punch to his gut. She looked like she expected him to turn away in disgust or take back every nice thing he just said about her, rescinding his want to be her friend. He felt sick because if he had been two or three years younger, be probably would have done just what she was so scared of. 

“Steve, did you OD over there?” 

He shook his head slowly. “No. I, uh, just thinking.” 

The thing was, Steve wasn’t the same person he was a couple of years ago, and he certainly wasn’t his dad. He didn’t feel any different about Robin or about wanting to be her friend. Steve liked Robin, honestly and truly; there was nothing else to it. 

“I mean, Tammy Thompson’s cute and all, but she’s a total dud.” 

Several different emotions flashed across Robin’s face as she sat up a little straighter, no longer curling into herself. “She is not!” 

Steve laughed and Robin’s shoulder’s untensed just slightly. “Yes, she is!” Then, another round of questions flooded his brain. “Wait, hold on. Are you and, you know, Tamera…” Obviously, he had no idea if the rumors about Tamera were true, and he never asked or even thought about asking. But the rumors had followed her around since middle school. Carol used to act like Tamera had some kind of disease, and Steve never cared enough to tell her to shut up. 

“What?” Robin’s eyes widened and Steve panicked. He was so underprepared for every aspect of that conversation. The was blood on the collar of his uniform, the taste of vomit in his mouth, and Russian drugs lingering in his system. He didn’t want to sound like an asshole for assuming that the only other person in town that he knew potentially liked girls had something going on with Robin, but they had worked together all summer, constantly making their own little inside jokes and spending almost every lunch break together. It made sense, in his head at least, but there was a good chance he was on concussion number three and had misread their whole dynamic. 

“Oh, no! I just mean…because you know…” He shook his head. “I’m gonna stop talking now.”

Robin rolled her eyes. “We’re not. She’s cool, and funny, and pretty but-” 

Steve gasped, sitting up taller with a shit-eating grin. “You are totally into her!” He saw the light blush that spread across her cheeks. 

She looked ready to protest, but with the drugs still in their system, that was hard to do. “Maybe a little.” 

He wanted to ask more questions but was stopped by the sound of the bathroom door being swung open. He and Robin jumped to their feet quickly with the worry that they had been caught by the Russians again. But when they stumbled out of the stall, only familiar faces stared back at them. 

Dustin threw his hands up and shouted. “Okay, what the hell?!” 

Before they could say anything, Sunshine pushed through the odd group gathered just inside the door and threw her arms around both Steve and Robin’s shoulders, pulling them into an almost bone-crushing hug. She sighed deeply in what Steve assumed was relief. “Oh, God. Please, don’t ever do that again.” She pulled away just slightly, still holding onto them like she was scared they’d run off again. “Are you guys okay?”

“Oh, yeah,” Robin replied, still looking a little flustered. "We’re fine. I think we got it all out of our system.” 

Sunshine looked at him, waiting for his answer too. “We’re all right, Sunshine.” 

As he looked at her, noticing the bruises that started to form around her nose, he was struck with the God-awful sound of her screams that had echoed down the hall inside the base. He was suddenly filled with panic, even if she was standing right in front of him. “Holy shit, are you okay?” His hands found their way to her shoulders, looking her over for any less obvious sign of injuries. There was a blood stain under her nose and dark circles under her pretty eyes. Nasty red marks decorated her wrists, and a look of subtle exhaustion plagued her features. Yet, despite all of that, she smiled softly at him. 

“I am now.” 

A couple of feet away, someone cleared their throat and Steve’s gaze was pulled onto the two people who joined Dustin and Erica. Calum and Tamera. He flickered his gaze between them and Robin, who simply stared at the pair looking just as confused as he felt. 

“We found them,” Tamera said. “Now,” she looked pointed at Sunshine. “You-” 

Dustin cut her off. “Not now. We need to leave.” 

“W-Wait,” Calum said. He looked rough, with wide and glossed over eyes and shaking hands at his sides. “Who beat the shit out of you?” he asked, looking at Steve. Steve opened his mouth to respond with something besides the truth, but a rush of words tumbled from Calum’s lips before he could. “Who the hell are those kids?” He looked to Dustin and Erica. “Why didn’t you two show up to work today?” He looked at Steve and Robin. “And what the hell was that thing in the woods?!” His voice grew louder with each question. Steve had no clue what he was talking about. 

No one answered him, though. “Dustin’s right,” Steve said. “We need to get out of here.”

Tamera suddenly looked panicked. “We’re running out of time to do this!” she said to Calum. 

“To do what?” asked Robin. 

Tamera sputtered for a response, but Calum beat her to it. He stepped forward, two of the three older teens, and waved a shaky finger at Sunshine. “W-What is your deal, man? What is the deal with that tattoo on your wrist, Double-Oh-Seven?”

Steve’s hand instantly went to Sunshine’s. Calum’s question took all of them by surprise. 

“I-It doesn’t mean anything,” Sunshine answered quickly. 

“No way,” Tamera said. “That’s bullshit and we know it. This whole thing can’t be a coincidence.” She raised a hand quickly, causing Sunshine to flinch back, bumping into Steve. He squeezed her hand a little tighter. “It’s you! It has to be you in that file. You were at Hawkins National Laboratory, weren’t you?” Her words came out sharp, ringing loudly inside the bathroom. 

There was no way they could have figured that out. Steve narrowed his gaze as best he could with only one good eye and stepped just slightly in front of Sunshine. “What are you talking about?” The four teens stared at each other in something of a stand-off, tense and quiet. 

It was Erica who broke it. “We don’t have time for this!” she snapped. Steve knew the kid was right. Their clock was ticking. 

“We-” Calum began but was swiftly and harshly cut off by Erica. 

“Shut up!” she yelled. “We just spent the last twenty-four hours trapped in a commie hellhole! I’m tired. I’m hungry. And I want to go home! So, all of you nerds are going to shut your mouths, we are going to leave this stupid mall, find your car, and go home. Then, I don’t care what you do! Got it?” No one said a word, but Steve felt his lips quirk upwards slightly. She took their silence as her answer. “Good. Now, Dustin, commence operation Plan B.” 

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hiiiii I’m soooo sorry I haven’t been…yaaa uhm so I’ve been…busy with things and for my apology I will do a series…(I know I’ve done this, but I’m gonna redo it)

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First Makeout

Bittersweet chapter forty two

Steve Harrington x fem oc

synopsis: Indie and Steve makeout for the first time.

warnings: PG-13 content ahead, MDNI, makeout, grinding.

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The cool autumn breeze swept through Hawkins as Indie Holland and Steve Harrington found themselves alone at Steve’s house after an impromptu movie night. What had started as a casual hangout was slowly evolving into something far more intense and intimate. They had been gravitating closer to each other over the past few weeks, the air between them charged with an unspoken promise of something deeper.

As the credits rolled on the last film, neither made a move to turn on the lights, preferring the soft glow of the television to illuminate the room. The ambiance was just right: cozy, quiet, just the two of them tucked away from the world. Indie shifted slightly on the couch to face Steve, her heart beating a rapid tattoo against her ribcage.

“So, did you like the movie?” she asked, her voice a little more than a whisper, thick with the unspoken words that hung between them.

Steve turned to look at her, his eyes reflecting the flickering light from the TV screen. “It was great, but I think I’m enjoying the company even more,” he replied, his voice low and sincere. He reached out, tentatively tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, his touch lingering longer than necessary.

The gesture sent a warm shiver down Indie’s spine. She leaned into his touch, her breath catching as their eyes locked. The air around them felt heavy, laden with anticipation and a hint of nervousness from both sides.

Steve’s hand moved from her hair to gently caress her cheek, and he leaned in closer, his eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitation. Finding none, he closed the distance between them, his lips meeting hers in a soft, exploratory kiss that quickly deepened.

Indie responded with equal fervor, her hands finding their way to his hair, pulling him closer. The kiss was everything she had imagined and more—intense, exhilarating, and frighteningly addictive. Steve’s hands roamed to her back, pulling her into him, deepening the kiss further, his heart racing with a mix of desire and a growing loss of control.

Steve grips her hips and pulls her onto his lap, groaning into her mouth as her clothed core meets his extremely hard dick. Indie slips up her lip locking at the sudden movement and looks down at where she was perched on his lap. Her eyes wide and face pink as she blushed. Steve observes her every move, careful to look for any sign of discomfort from her. 

“Why did the banana get a boner?” she asks, breaking the silence between their heavy breathing. Steve’s face falls in shock and she stares at him with a shit eating grin. She wished she could have captured the pure disbelief on his face in a photo. Steve doesn’t say a word as his grip on her waist tightens. “He found himself in an appealing situation” she finishes 

“You are so fucking annoying” he says before smashing his lips against hers once more. He’s unable to help the smile that creeps onto his lips as he kisses her. 

“There’s plenty more where that came from” she says against his lips 

“Shut up” he says gripping her face gently in his hold and pushing her head to the side so he can trail kisses down her neck. 

Her hands fly up to his forearms holding her still and grip him. Her mouth falls open as all of the words are taken from her lips. He continues his assault on her neck, sucking on her skin. “S-Steve” she whispers 

“Don’t have anything to say now do you?” he grins

He moves back up to her lips and captures them passionately. His hands fall back to her hips and he moves her against him. She gasps sharply as heat fills her body, unlike anything she’d ever felt before. She could feel her panties growing wetter as his other hand slid to her thigh, rubbing it. She grips onto his hair pulling at it as she begins to grind against him unconsciously. She was so lost in the feeling that her lack of experience and insecurity had gone long out the window. 

Steve grunts and pulls her flush against him, feeling her large breasts pushing up against him and his cock began to throb. His hands slip underneath her shirt and grip her bare skin tightly. She moans into his mouth.

Steve groans loudly into her mouth “if you keep that up I’m gonna come in my pants”

“I’m okay with that”

As the makeout session intensified, Indie began to push harder against him, her movements becoming more bold and assertive. Steve, caught in the tide of rising emotions and physical desire, found himself nearing a point of no return. Every touch from Indie sent a jolt of heat through his veins, and he knew he had to slow down before things progressed too far too fast.

Reluctantly, he pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against hers, both of them breathing heavily. “Indie,” he breathed out, his voice husky with desire but firm with resolve, “we should slow down.”

Indie’s eyes fluttered open to meet his, a mix of confusion and disappointment swirling in them. “Did I do something wrong?” she asked, her voice thick with emotion.

Steve shook his head quickly, his hand cupping her face gently. “No, no, not at all. It’s just... this is really important to me, and I don’t want to rush anything. I want every part of this to be right, for both of us.”

Indie took a deep breath, processing his words, her initial disappointment fading into understanding. She nodded, managing a small smile. “I get it, and I feel the same. I guess I got carried away. I’m sorry.”

Steve smiled back, his relief palpable. He kissed her forehead softly. “There’s nothing to apologize for. I want you so fucking badly, this -” he says gesturing to her position on his lap “is everything to me, touching you is like a dream, but I want to do this right”

Indie nods and looks away feeling incredibly embarrassed and gets off of him, sitting on the couch once more. Steve wraps his arm around her shoulders and pulls her into his chest, stroking her swollen lips with his thumb. “I love you” 

“I love you too” she responds softly 

Steve kisses her gently, this one much shorter than the previous ones they’d shared. 

“Besides you don’t get to make me come before I’ve barley touched you yet” he whispers in her ear. 

Indie looks up at him for a split second in shock before hiding herself in his chest. Steve laughs and holds her against his chest. 

“What? No more boner jokes for me honey? Or am I making you nervous?” he asks 

“Shut up” she says slapping his chest. 

“I love you” he responds 

They settled back into the couch, a little space between them now, not as a barrier but as a mutual understanding of boundaries. They continued to talk into the night, their conversation meandering through dreams, fears, and hopeful plans for the future. The night ended with a promise of more to come, at a pace that respected both their feelings and the gravity of what was blossoming between them.

As Indie left Steve’s house that night, a sense of warmth enveloped her—a feeling of being cherished and respected, knowing that what they were building together was worth the patience and the care they were both willing to invest.

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UNLUCKY: A STRANGER THINGS STORY (OC) - CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Chapter Sixteen: From Bad…

Series Masterlist l OC Profile

Plot: Christine deals with the aftermath of the Halloween party, both at school and at home.

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: language, fighting, trauma

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“Girls!”

Nancy and I startled awake.

“Breakfast’s downstairs,” Mrs. Wheeler called through the door. “Waffles and bacon.”

“We’ll be right down, Mrs. Wheeler,” I slurred, rubbing my eyes as I adjusted to the sunlight.

Nancy struggled to lift her head off the pillow, but managed to look over at me. “What’re you doing here?”

I sat up, “What do you remember from last night?”

“I don’t…” Nancy touched her forehead, “Drinking? Dancing? Steve was mad but he took us home.”

No mention of Jonathan. “Nothing else?”

“Oh, God…” she groaned, “What happened?”

Preferably, I’d have told her everything in detail. But Jonathan’s tearful begging hung over my head.

“I don’t know,” I half-lied, “I lost you guys after you started drinking. Steve seemed really upset. I don’t know what happened with you two, but you might wanna fix it.”

Nancy didn’t budge. If it weren’t for her rubbing at her head, I’d have thought she’d fallen back asleep.

“I gotta get home,” I slid off the bed and gathered my things. My backpack was still on Nancy’s floor. “Are you good?”

“I just feel like I’m gonna throw up,” she muttered.

“Oh, you did,” I walked to the door, flashing back to a few hours before. Thankfully her family were heavy sleepers.

I was halfway out when Nancy called my name, half-upright in bed. “Thanks for…”

She didn’t even know what she was thanking me for. Somehow that made it even sadder. “Just go talk to Steve,” I replied.

Nancy nodded in agreement and I closed her door so she could make herself presentable.

Stopping to thank Mrs. Wheeler for the breakfast I couldn’t eat, and promptly being sent home with a Tupperware of it, I grabbed my bike from the front porch and headed home. The remnants of Halloween were scattered all over the streets. Toilet paper in trees, candy wrappers on the sidewalk…

I got back to the cabin a few minutes after eight, banging out the coded knock. Nobody was answering. Halfway through my second go, the locks clicked and Hopper threw the door open. His uniform was stained with a full plate of breakfast.

“What happened?” I asked.

“Don’t ask,” Hopper growled.

I brushed past him to find the kitchen table ajar and a mess. El was also missing.

“This have anything to do with whatever happened last night?”

“No,” Hopper took a rag to the faucet, “Yes. She’s visiting him again.”

The pieces were starting to come together. From time to time, El checked in on Mike telepathically. Typically, I could stave it off if I updated her on how he was, but sometimes it didn’t matter.

I knocked on our bedroom door, “El? Can I come in?”

No answer.

“El, I need to get in and get my clothes,” I gently pushed, “Please.”

The door unlocked and I slipped in, shutting it behind me. El was sat on the edge of her bed fuming.

“What happened?” I asked.

“He says ‘soon,’ she explained, “When is ‘soon?’”

“El, I’m doing the best I can,” I sighed, “I check in on Mike all the time. He’s safe, he’s-“

“It’s not good enough,” her voice rose, now putting me on the receiving end of her frustration, “I need to see him!”

I ran my hands over my face and tried to keep calm. I was stuck between El and Mike, Hopper and my fear of someone finding out about my sister.

“Eleven-“

“No!” She yelled, tears were close behind.

I moved to give her a hug but she pulled away, instead choosing to lay down facing away from me. There was nothing I could say to make any of it better.

Already late for school, I wiped my costume makeup off, ran a brush through my hair and got changed. When I left the bedroom, Hopper was just finishing getting ready himself. The table was still crooked until I telekinetically moved it back into place.

“Don’t say it,” he grunted.

“If you can’t see how bad this is getting-“

Hopper gestured to his still drying uniform, “I see how bad it’s getting.”

“Let me tell him,” I pushed, “Let them see each other one time and-“

He slammed his hand on the wall, startling me. “No. I am the adult here and I am saying no. You two need to understand that you don’t run the show here. ‘Soon’ is ‘soon’ and it’s when,” he pointed to himself, “I say it is.”

It wasn’t often that I saw Hopper angry. Truly angry. I’d never pushed his buttons as much as El did. But if I couldn’t talk to him when he was frustrated, I couldn’t talk to him in his current mood.

“Got it,” I replied quietly, grabbing my backpack off the ground and slamming the front door shut.

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For once, I was thankful for the predictability of a school day.

Nancy missed first period and Jonathan kept entirely to himself. Steve was somewhere in the building, but I had yet to see him. I just kept my head down, try to focus on class and not think about anything going on at home.

When lunch break came, I decided to search for Steve. The cafeteria didn’t seem a place to go if you were upset, so I ventured outside. I checked the parking lot and the gym to no avail. It was when I went to the bleachers of the football field that I found him, sitting in the middle row by himself.

“Hey,” I climbed the steps.

“Hey,” he greeted halfheartedly.

“I’ve been looking for you.” I waited for him to speak, but it never came. “Can I sit?”

He scooted over a bit and I took my place beside him. Whatever went on between him and Nancy was bad, Steve was never this quiet.

A group of guys walked past on the bleachers, passing Steve and I and chuckling to themselves. Steve glared up at them.

“Friends?” I smiled.

Steve bristled, since abandoning his “friends” and continuing to date Nancy, his social standing had plummeted. And with the arrival of the blonde guy who seemed to have it out for him, Steve wasn’t being treated any kinder.

But there were bigger problems to deal with. “What happened?”

Steve sighed and looked down, “Figured she’d tell you.”

“No, I spent the night making sure she didn’t aspirate.”

Steve scoffed, “Well, apparently everything’s bullshit. Me, our relationship, everything.”

I squinted, “What?”

“Whole thing,” Steve waved his hand, “Bullshit. Her words.”

Nancy had never complained to me about Steve. Nothing past what I assumed was normal in a relationship.

“I…” I struggled for words, “She never said anything to me.”

“Well, that’s how she feels,” Steve played with his hands.

Suddenly I felt caught between what I had to feel and what I wanted to feel. Nancy and Steve made each other happy, I saw that everyday. But just twelve hours ago, I’d witnessed what I believed to be the closest thing to love I’d seen. Steve had left Nancy at the party, Jonathan had carried her home. He’d broken his own heart to take care of her.

“I mean,” I fidgeted, “Have you talked to her today?”

“Yeah,” Steve replied, “She couldn’t remember any of it. But she still couldn’t say it.”

“Say…?”

“That she loves me.”

“That doesn’t mean she doesn’t…”

“No, she can’t even say it,” he argued, “You love someone, you tell them. You shouldn’t have to be forced to.” Steve shook his head, “Then I hear Jonathan took her home and…”

“We had to get home somehow,” I lost the tiniest bit of sympathy. We’d only needed Jonathan because of Steve. “Look, what Nancy did sucks but…it doesn’t mean it’s the end.”

“No, you don’t get it.”

“I do get it, Steve, I-“

“No,” Steve snapped, “You don’t get it. You don’t get any of this. You’re not in a relationship. You have no idea what this feels like. Okay?”

Of all the things Steve had ever said to me, good and bad, nothing had ever struck me so hard. I knew he was capable of being a jerk, that’s how we’d met, but this…this crossed a line.

“You know what?” I managed to say, smiling in frustration. I needed to get somewhere, anywhere else immediately.

“Chris-“ Steve said as I got up.

“No,” I turned around on the steps, my breath trembling, “I know I don’t know anything, Steve. I know I don’t know what it’s like to love somebody. No guy will even look at me here. I get that I’m the homeless freak that nobody’ll go near,” I inhaled, “But I do know what it’s like to be alone. I do know what it’s like to feel like nobody loves you. So forgive me for giving a shit and trying to make sure you don’t feel the same way.”

“I’m sorry that Nancy’s freaking out,” I continued, “I’m sorry that ‘King Steve’ is losing keg records. I’m sorry that everything’s falling apart for you,” I couldn’t stop my tears any longer, “But I’m not going to let you take it out on me when I’m trying every single damn day to keep my head above water.”

Just as he’d shocked me into silence, Steve was speechless.

With nothing left to say, I hurried down the bleachers, as far away as I could get from him.

——————

The day dragged on from there. I’d never been so thankful to hear the bell ring. I got to my locker and dropped off my books, ready to put an end to an awful day.

“You know…if no one told you last night, you wore the hell outta that dress.”

The blonde guy from the party had slidden up next to me, leaning against the lockers.

“Ah,” I politely smiled, not meaning any of it, “Thanks.”

“So what’s up with you and Harrington?” He crossed his arms over his exposed chest, “I mean, I know he’s got a chick, but you were walkin’ him like a dog last night.”

I shut my locker door hard, there was very little patience left in my reserve. The last thing I wanted to talk about was Steve.

“Okay,” I started, “What’s your name?”

He smiled cockily, “Billy.”

“Billy,” I kept my tone even, “I assure you, whatever you think you know, you don’t.”

Billy pushed off the locker to turn his body towards me, not seeming to care if he was invading my personal space. “Well, enlighten me, then,” he said in a lowered tone, “Go out with me.”

I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of making me speechless. It was the first time a guy had shown any interest in me, let alone asked me out. The timing of it was cruel considering my conversation with Steve. How many times had I wished someone would flirt with me? Talk with me? Want to spend any time with me outside of obligation? The pain had only intensified and so had the longing.

If it were anyone else, I’d have said yes.

“I’m good,” I replied before locking my locker back up.

“Come on,” Billy laughed, “Harrington really got that much of a hold on you?”

“No,” I was already starting to walk away, “I just don’t date cologne bottles.”

I could only imagine that I was the first girl at Hawkins High to turn down the god Billy thought he was. It didn’t matter how much I wanted to be with someone, there was something about him I didn’t want to go near.

Outside, I was almost to my bike when I decided to stop by the middle school and check on the boys. If I came home with a new story for El, maybe it would sate her. Even just for a day.

I waited outside by the bike rack for fifteen minutes but none of them showed up. Dustin’s story about almost getting hit on the road started repeating in my head, making me nervous.

“Christine?”

I turned to see Joyce Byers getting out of her car.

“Mrs. Byers?”

“Have you seen Will?” She hurriedly asked. “The boys?”

“No, I came to see them,” I answered, coming to meet her, “They haven’t come out.”

Without even suggesting it, the two of us marched up to the building and threw one of the side doors open. Joyce checked in the AV room while I scoured the hallways.

“Will!”

“Dustin?” I yelled back and chased the voice.

Dustin and a redheaded girl in tow came around the corner. “Chris!”

“Dustin!” Joyce exclaimed.

“Mrs. Byers?”

“What’s going on? Where’s Will?”

Just them, Lucas came running through the side door, out of breath. “The field.”

The four of us followed as Lucas led us out to the grassy patch next to the school. Mike was stood in the middle of it, Will beside him, but Will was still as death.

“I just found him like this!” Mike yelled, “I think he’s having another episode.”

“Will! Will!” Joyce called to her son, placing her hands on his shoulders, “Sweetie, wake up! It’s Mom! Will!”

But Will’s eyes were shut, and the little slits we could see were rolled back into his head. He was completely unresponsive.

As Joyce continued to call for him, I did the only thing I thought I could. I shut my eyes and slipped into Will’s mind.

For half a second, I couldn’t find anything. And then his brain unloaded it all. The darkness, the choked sounds, the vines weaving in and out every inch of Will’s mind…

He was overcome.

I jumped out with a gasp, falling to the ground as if some force had pushed me back.

“Christine!”

“Will!”

We’d come to at the same time, though neither of us could tell. I was so dazed, I couldn’t even see straight. It took blinking a few dozen times to see the face of Dustin hanging over me.

“You okay?”

I managed to nod and struggled to get to my feet, “Will?”

He was wrapped in Joyce’s arms, but managed to peek over at me. I didn’t dare go into his mind again, mostly out of fear, but I nodded to let him know I knew.

“Come on,” Joyce whispered, “Let’s get you home.”

Mike went to retrieve Will’s backpack and brought it out to Joyce. Will was quiet, seemingly by choice.

“Tell Hopper to call me,” Joyce asked of me, “Right away.”

“I will.”

The four of us, plus the redheaded girl, watched Will and Joyce walk down the school steps to their car.

“Okay, that totally freaked me out,” the girl said, “Did that not freak you guys out?”

Nobody so much as blinked. This was our normal.

“Two episodes in two days,” Lucas mused.

“It’s getting worse,” Mike said.

“You think it’s True Sight?”

“What’s True Sight?” The girl voiced my same question.

Whatever it was, Lucas caught himself from explaining any further. “It’s nothing.”

Mike turned to me, “We need to talk.”

Before I could say anything, Mike and the boys were whisking me down the hall and into the AV room.

“Um, hello?” The redhead yelled down the hall, “Guys!”

Mike slammed the door shut and locked it, disregarding her. “You went into Will’s mind. What’d you see?”

I was still struggling to comprehend it all. “I-I don’t know,” I breathed, “It felt cold. It was dark. It was…” I shivered, “It was horrible.”

“Wait, you can see things too?” Dustin asked.

“I don’t know,” I shrugged, “I couldn’t…see it…but it was more than hearing his thoughts. I don’t know. What’s True Sight?”

“It’s when you can see into another plane,” Dustin explained, “We have a theory that Will might be able to see into the Upside Down.”

“He had another episode last night,” Mike said, “When we were trick-or-treating.”

My stomach clenched at the mention of the Upside Down. I’d really hoped we were free of any worry about it.

“Do you think that was what you saw?” Lucas asked, “The Upside Down?”

“I don’t know,” I took a shaking breath, “I don’t know what it looks like.”

The time of my watch caught my eye, I was late to get home.

“I have to go,” I stood to my feet and looked to each of the boys, “If anything, anything, happens, you call me. Immediately. Okay?”

They all agreed without hesitation. I was barely down the hall when Mike stopped me, “Christine!”

“What?”

He struggled with his words a moment, “Do you…do ever feel like…like you can feel her?”

The unspoken her wasn’t in question. “What do you mean?”

Rather than try and explain, Mike gave the nod that meant I could go into his brain. I was hesitant after Will, but pushed through.

Once in, I heard him play back his conversation with the redheaded girl, Max.

She fell on her skateboard.

Like something had pulled it out from under her.

Like a magnet.

It took everything in me not to show what I suspected on my face.

“Yeah,” I told my best lie, “I feel like that all the time.”

Mike looked hopeful, “Really?”

“Yeah,” I sadly smiled, “But we have to remember that…it doesn’t mean anything.”

“I know,” he exhaled. It wasn’t the answer he wanted.

I patted his shoulder, “Call if anything happens.”

“Yeah,” he nodded and we parted ways. Mike would go on thinking that the two of us were imagining things. That El’s ghost was always in the room with us. That there was no deeper meaning to how he felt.

And while he thought on that, I was racing back home.

————

Unlucky Taglist: @lanadelray1989

[eddiemunson-reader-shame]

Chat I actually had to fix up Eddie’s slutty little hips because I accidentally gave him a big dumpy heLP LORD

[seefullforecast]

S.H.

Part 1: Ghost Car

Steve x oc

"Don't be scared." She mumbled repeatedly to herself. She was still trying to convince herself not to turn back and leave Hawkins. Those thoughts were paused when she heard a noise behind her. As quickly a she had heard it she had spun on her heel to try and see what it was.

"It's just your imagination there's nothing there." She mumbled the lie to herself. Again the same rustling noise came but this time ahead of her. 

Spinning back to face it she saw what had been living in her nightmares. It was scrambling towards her. Petrified she still couldn't bring herself to move. The monster weaved in and out of the trees and was getting closer and closer. 

"Fuck this!" Not knowing what else she could do, she pulled her bag off her shoulder and threw it as hard as she could in the creature's direction. Obviously it didn't even go as far as to block its path but she didn't know that as she had already taken off, sprinting her way through the woods the opposite way.

The further she went the more sluggish she became. Her steps became heavier but the adrenaline was pushing her on. She was drenched from the rain, covered in mud and could feel the blood on her forehead seeping. Knowing it was futile to try outrun the monster she ducked beneath a fallen tree to try and hide. 

Desperately she tried to steady her breathing. Struggling to do so she frustratedly clamped a shaky hand over her mouth to cease the noise. That's when she realised she no longer had eyes on the thing that was chasing her. From fear that anything she could do would make noise it was only her eyes that made any movement trying to locate the monster. 

She wasn't out of the woods yet. She sunk further into the tree she chose to shelter behind and in doing so decided to finally lower her hand from covering her mouth. Trying to stabilise her crouching position her hand fell back and hit the ground hard. 

"Oh you piece of ...!" she inadvertently yelped from the pain of falling for the second time now. This elicited the screech of the monster which she still couldn't see but could hear was close. 

Again she took off as quick as she could still unaware of where she was going and just hoping to get as far away as possible. 

"Just keep running, you're good at that..." She ran straight through some branches causing water that had collected on their leaves to smack her in the face. "...for the most part at least." 

✯☽☼✧❥

"Thanks for helping me study I guess." Nancy was collecting all the flash cards that had been scattered over her bed. She couldn't help the grin that spread on her face when she looked to the boy opposite her. 

Steve was holding her teddy bear and his hair was all flopped to the side from his position on the bed. He was also smiling but a little disheartened when thinking about what they could have been doing instead of studying. Nancy was not that type of girl though. And he did not want to blow it with her. Nancy was different to most girls. 

"Anytime, you know if you ever need more help studying, I am great for moral support." Steve winked at Nancy and could see the small blush escape from her. Let's be honest he wasn't top of his classes and Steve wasn't known for his grades. If anything it was his hair and keg stands. 

Giving a sigh he pulled himself from her bed and through his jacket back on as he could see the rain growing heavier outside. They both made their way back to Nancy's bedroom window.

"I'll be sure not to come to you if it's studying I need help with, believe me." 

"Nancy, you've got nothing to worry about you're gonna ace this test. And when you do I'll be like 'I told you so' and you'll be like 'I should've never doubted you' and I'll be like..." he acted out before Nancy and she couldn't help but giggle at his goofiness. She quickly cut him off however by reaching up and kissing a quick peck to his lips. That definitely stopped him in his place the two pulling away again with similar grins. 

"If that's my reward then I always want to be the only person you study with." He muttered to her. That same blush returned to Nancy. God why was she acting this way. One comment from him and she was swooning. "Does Barb get this kind of treatment?" he followed up with a sly smile gracing his features. 

She playfully shoved him whilst Steve found himself chuckling to his own words knowing she found it funny too. 

"I believe you were leaving?" She sassed opening the window for him. 

"Oh don't be like that." he embraced the girl giving her a final kiss goodnight and began climbing back out the window. Nancy leant against the frame as Steve had paused before dropping fully down.

"To be continued?" he asked her.

"I'll see you tomorrow at school, goodnight Steve and thanks again for coming over."

"Like I said, anytime Nance." Steve dropped down and luckily didn't make a fool of himself in front of Nancy by falling flat on his face because of how muddy it was. He glanced back up to where he came from and sent a quick wink to the girl in the window before dashing through the rain to his car he parked further down the street.

Fumbling with his keys he managed to unlock the car and quickly slide into the drivers seat. He took his hand and ran it through his wet hair to get it out of his eyes and started the ignition. The rain was so heavy now he could hardly see where he was driving. Instead Steve drove off knowing the quicker he got to bed that night the quicker he could get to school and see Nancy the next day. 

"What is this girl doing to me?" He thought aloud. When has King Steve ever been excited to go to school. That was not in his character. Sure he had his popularity but he still hated classes about boring stuff that never stayed in his head anyways. It was all bullshit. Nancy was starting to make that bullshit a little bit easier though. He really did like her. 

It was all a bit overwhelming to sit and think about so instead to drown out the thoughts Steve turned up the radio as he drove into the night, his wipers and headlights on full. 

"I saved her life, she nearly drowned. He showed off, splashing around!" He belted out the lyrics feeling like he was on a high coming home from Nancy's. As he was doing so he caught a quick glimpse of himself in the rear view mirror and could see his hair was a mess. He ran his fingers through and returned his eyes to the road.

A moment longer and it would've ended badly. As he focussed back on the road a figure had emerged from the tree line and darted into the middle of the road. Steve didn't even process his foot slamming the brakes but he did and as the car began skidding to an abrupt stop he braced for impact. 

"Oh my god oh my god oh my god!" he began shouting. Steve swung his door open and tried to clamber out of the car until he realised he hadn't taken his seat belt off yet. It was like his seatbelt was fighting against him. Once he managed to unbuckle the passenger side door opened and a figure had thrown themselves into the car with him.

"Don't kill me man oh my god oh my god please don't hurt me!" Steve screamed his mind not able to comprehend anything and slightly surprised he could even string words together in his state of panic. 

"Kill you?! You tried to kill me first with your car." The figure had now removed their hood to reveal a girl. She looked pretty beaten up and soaked from the rain. She had a cut on her forehead and blood smeared down the side of her face from what Steve could make out.

"You ran out into the road, in case you didn't know, that is exactly where cars belong. Not crazy people."

"Hey pull your shit together I've had a long ass day and you screaming at me is not helping right now we need to get out of here. Drive!"

"I don't even know who you are I am not taking you anywhere and for the record..."

"Dude I am not arguing with you right now you need to get us out of here!" She abruptly cut him off knowing the monster was right behind her so could emerge from the woods any second now.

"Listen here you are in my car I don't need to listen to you."

"You almost killed me the least you could do is give me a ride!"

"I'm not sure I'm obligated to give you a ride, in fact if anything..." her eyes focused behind the boys head and could see branches parting towards their direction. It was coming. She had enough of this boy arguing with her.

"Oh sweet Lord, that's it!" She held out her hand in mid air and closed her eyes. 

The driver door slammed shut and Steve's seatbelt pulled over his chest and buckled him in. The gas peddle hit the floor and the car took off abruptly. On instinct Steve grabbed the wheel to steer the car over to the correct side of the road. That was until he had a second to comprehend what had just happened. 

He screamed.

"Ahhh ghost car! What is going on?!" 

"Would you relax and keep your eyes on the road you don't want to nearly hit any more people." The girl in the passenger seat said a bit calmer now. The more distance she gained from that thing the better she was starting to feel. However now she had a completely new problem. 

"You did that didn't you. How did you do that? That thing with the seat belt and the... Are you going to kill me?! Hey listen okay I'm a good guy I promise okay. Well thats not entirely true my grades are below average and I have been known to smoke marijuana from time to time but it's from the earth that cant hurt you. It's mother nature, like broccoli, at least that's what I tell my dad. Who am I kidding I'm a total man whore..."

By now the girl had zoned out. She didn't have much experience with people reacting to her powers so was unsure if this was normal behaviour. She allowed the boy to ramble on as she began fiddling with the radio, still as the pair of them drove rather quickly through Hawkins.

Finding the volume she thought it may be best to just ignore the frantic boy next to her.

"Tell me more, tell me more could she get me a friend?" When she found the right frequency she lent back in her seat.

"Hey hey will you leave that alone? Are you going to answer me? Hello?!" Steve turned Grease down and was just baffled that none of his questions were getting answered.

The two of them looked to each other. Steve's eyes kept glancing back to the road in fear someone else would actually run out on him again, and hers fixed on his face clearly bored.

"Well?!" He yelled a final time growing frustrated.

"Are you done?" was all she asked.

"Am I... am I done?! Please for the love of god start talking I am freaking out right now and for all I know you could be a killer on the loose from some mental house!" he retaliated. Steve could not understand why this girl was so calm right now. Mentally he began replaying the last few minutes in his head to try and work out if somehow he was in fact hallucinating. 

"Now are you done?" again came her calm tone. She was growing frustrated herself though.

"Yeah." he muttered slightly embarrassed by his outburst.

"What's your name?" The girl asked thinking it would be the best place to start. In all honestly she didn't blame him for his reaction but she didn't know him either and him seeing what she could do now put her at risk.

"Harrington, Steve Harrington." He responded slightly dumbfounded. "You?" he apprehensively  asked unsure if he would get any answers from the strange girl.

"Well Harrington Steve Harrington it's a pleasure to meet you my name is Mia." She tried her best to smile to him trying to make him more comfortable in light of everything. 

"Mia?... Mia what?" 

"Just Mia, now I know you're freaking out right now but I can explain everything, you just have to trust me." She quickly changed the subject and again trying to navigate herself through the conversation. 

"Please do!" he raised his voice again.

"Oh my god you're impossible. " 

[hypocriticalspicewrites]

How bout Billy’s and talaney-Anne’s kinks and favorite positions hmm?👀…👁️👁️…

♡~Talaney has a thing for being bitten. Now, it isn't exactly anything like full on bites, but Billy likes to nip and catch his teeth on the fat or her thighs or ass when he has her pinned on her stomach.

♡~Sometimes it also plays into her prey kink when Billy finally wrestles her down on her bed or the floor and leaves a good set of teeth marks in the pudge on her tummy or hips while ripping her clothes off. It helps her feel a little more confident in her bits of chub.🩷

◇~Billy has some typa voyeurism thing going for him. Not sure if there's an exact kink or different term for it. He loves posing Talaney in a mirror and either watching her or making her watch him fuck her real nice and good. One of his favorite things to do is get her legs spread while he's got her from behind on his lap n' finger her and make her watch the whole time while whispering the foulest things in her ear.

"Fuck, you're just soaked for me aren't you, Baby-Cakes?"

"Look at that.. Look how good you're takin' me... I bet I could fit three fingers in there, yeah? Should I try?"

"Now thats just beautiful, Babydoll. You know, you look like an Angel cumming like that. Feel so good, huh? You like it when I take you to Heaven?"

◇~IDK if it counts as a position, but Billy loves... And I mean LOVES eating Talaney out. That man could spend hours down there in between her legs if she'd let him- and if dick would stop making his jeans feel so tight. He can't stop staring at her from that angle, and it's the only time she'll ever indulge in giving him a little sting of pain when she's grabbing at his curls like that. He's not a man known to beg, but he gets REAL close to groveling in between her thighs asking if she'll sit on his face- the poor thing is so nervous about hurting him or suffocating him but Billy just will not give up until she gives in. If she complains about being too heavy he has to tongue-fuck the insecurity out. 🤷‍♀️

◇~Also likes cowgirl and reverse cowgirl! He just likes when he has Talaney on top. He just likes seeing everything bounce and ripple from down below, his hands holding onto her hips for dear life. He also likes it cause she gets real shy and nervous being put on display like that, so he's teasing and commenting the entire time he has her putting on a show for him.

♡~surprisingly enough, Talaney really likes Doggy-Style. It's usually cause that's how Billy pins her after wrestling/playfighting, but it's also because she likes to tease him when she's doing her stretches and work-outs before or after Cheer practice and she sticks her butt in the air. If she's lucky, all she gets it's a good harsh smack or pinch from Billy passin by... If not, she's gonna be stuck like that until her legs give out underneath her and she's real nice n' sore.

[oceanbilly]

Sorrow's native son

hi, i've never posted a fic and what i wrote might seem strange and unusual, so i wanted to give an explanation beforehand. i happened to read that one page from the stranger things book, max's book to be exact, it was the scene where neil abused billy with a belt and something in me broke and what i wrote was like a knee-jerk reaction to that. it's not really a romantic setting, i think it ended up being gender neutral too (but not 100% sure), i just needed to find a way to make billy less lonely. anyways, i hope there's at least one person who will enjoy it and relate to it.

My finger slid across the different boxes on the shelf. My eyes eventually landed on the one with the sale sign hanging below it. The store was quiet except for the low buzzing of the fluorescent lights. It was getting late.

I heard a bell announcing someone’s arrival. The cold air wrapped around my body like a blanket and I shivered. As I entered another aisle, my eyes fell on Billy Hargrove.

Our paths rarely crossed, yet his sight was uncomfortably familiar. Back in high school, he always made sure to be obnoxious enough to be noticed by everyone. He was loud and bold. Liked showing off his body even in the most inappropriate places and despite the dreadful weather, as if he was rebelling against Hawkins for the sake of it. He liked being intimidating and feared. He liked being admired.

All of that used to make an impression, until the thin veil of bullshit dropped and I saw the nasty truth.

Not long after graduation, when I was walking down Cherry Lane, I saw him carrying a big box out of the back door of his house. I wouldn’t pay much attention if it wasn’t for his father, who was walking closely behind him, pushing him to go faster. When Billy tripped and the box fell with a loud clash, I stopped. I wasn’t planning on helping – it was sheer curiosity more than anything else.

Before even a thought could pass my mind, his father’s booming voice rang in my ears. His mouth danced around the word ‘useless’ like he was used to it, like it was his favorite word and saying it caused him great pleasure. I wanted to scowl and move on, telling myself that it was none of my business, but a pained noise made me freeze. A heavy boot collided with Billy’s ribs once, twice, three times and I felt every kick in my own body. His father spat on him, yelled a few more offensive words and left. I saw Billy push himself up until he was on his hands and knees. His head hung low as he took a few deep breaths. I didn’t know what I should do, or if I should even do anything at all. Billy, however, decided for me, because when he raised his head, his cold eyes pierced through mine and I knew I shouldn’t get close.

In that position on the ground, he seemed like a wounded animal, glaring at me silently. I felt like an intruder. I looked away and forced my feet to start moving again. I walked, but it was harder now, slower, because of the heavy guilt that kept weighing on my shoulders.

After that day, I saw him everywhere. It was like I was being punished for what I did. Or didn’t do. His sight alone always brought back the shame and the guilt.

Right now he was browsing the medicine shelf. He picked up the aspirin and then put it back down. He pulled out a crumpled five dollar bill out of his pocket and looked at it like it was offending him. He also looked different. His hair was gathered in a bun, and instead of his usual showy outfit, he was clothed in sweatpants, a plain t-shirt and a red plaid shirt thrown on top of it. It hung loose on him, too, and it was dripping wet. I looked outside the window, where the heavy November rain was wreaking havoc. He eventually stuffed the money back into his pocket and put the bottle down. He huffed, irritated, and stormed out of the store.

I bit my lip nervously. I quickly grabbed the aspirin and made my way to the checkout. When I went outside, I saw him walking slowly down the street. He wasn’t in a hurry, like there was nowhere he was supposed to be in this nasty weather. His figure illuminated by the street lamps seemed small.

I chased him down and stopped in front of him, successfully cutting him off. I pushed the bottle of aspirin into his hand. He furrowed his brow and looked confused for a second, before his features were clouded by anger.

‘I don’t need fucking charity,’ he spat.

‘Take it or don’t, I don’t give a shit.’ Lies.

Billy has been all I could think about. Every time I saw him in public with his father, my heart sank. It was easy to miss – the light shoves, the way Billy never really looked him in the eye. Whenever I saw him, my mind immediately recalled the image of Billy on his lawn. It was burned into my brain and it paired well with the pang of guilt somewhere in my chest.

He also seemed to remember this moment well, because whenever he spotted me in town, his body tensed and he turned his head away. We never actually talked, but his posture was a warning in itself.

Billy clenched his jaw, but his hand tightened on the bottle. The dim orange light couldn’t hide his swollen eye and a bruised cheekbone. He opened the bottle and took out three pills. I dug in my shopping bag for a water bottle, which I passed it to him. This time he accepted it without any biting remarks. My gaze flickered down to his hands and one look at his clean knuckles told me everything I needed to know. He swallowed the pills.

‘C’mon, I’ll give you a lift,’ I said and pushed past him to go get into my car.

I half expected him to just leave and not look back, maybe flip me off as a goodbye, but to my surprise he slipped into the passenger seat next to me. I took in his face which scrunched up in pain for a second, but he schooled it very fast. The raindrops slid down his cheek.

Billy didn’t seem like the person who could simply accept help. It wasn’t taught to him. His pride got in the way too. His whole body was stiff, like he was ready to bolt any second. Like he was still on the verge of making his final decision. However, these last gruelling months have taught me that he also had a strong survival instinct. If he did something uncharacteristic – he did it out of pure need.

‘So what, you just pity me? Is that it?’ His voice was low and quiet. There was a layer of anger to it. This situation was taking away his control and he didn’t like that.

‘No,’ I replied, starting the engine and pulling out onto the road. ‘I pity your dad.’

‘For having a useless son?’ He asked louder now. The cool mask of anger was cracking, allowing the anxiety to seep through. From the corner of my eye I could see the end of his sleeve gripped tightly in his hand. I flinched at the word. It was now my least favorite word.

‘For being a braindead pissbucket.’ I spat. ‘I believe it’s incurable.’

I risked a quick glance at him and found him staring at me like I grew a second head. He snorted loudly and turned towards the window, a smile playing on his lips. I felt a bit lighter now that he was slightly less tense.

‘Do you want me to…’ I hesitated, knowing I was about to bring his mood down, ‘drop you off at home?’

He didn’t reply, but he shook his head, still looking out the window. I clenched my jaw, eyes fixed firmly on the road. He was out late in the pouring rain in the middle of November wearing these damn rags. He clearly walked for a while and he didn’t have his car. I wondered briefly if his father would be above kicking him out of the house for the night. I didn’t ask where to take him, because I had a feeling he didn’t have anywhere to go.

After ten minutes of silence I pulled up to my driveway.

I got out of the car and leaned down to look at Billy. ’C’mon.’ There was no point in asking. I let him make his decision based on what he really needed right now. He followed me without a word.

I opened the door and pushed him inside first. The pleasant warmth of the house made me sigh in relief. I took off my jacket and shoes, and looked at Billy, who was currently leaving a small puddle on the floor. I walked up to him and gently slid the dripping plaid shirt off of his shoulders. I was going to put it on the radiator in the kitchen, but something caught my eye. His white shirt had splashes of red all over his back. My heart stopped and the shirt slipped out of my hands. No. No, no, no.

‘Billy?’ My voice sounded weak and uncertain.

‘Yeah?’

‘You’re… You’re hurt,’ I said, eyes glued to the blood stains.

He tensed immediately. He didn’t reply and I was worried I saw too much. The most he had hoped for was probably just the painkillers and a place to crash. He didn’t actually plan on letting me in and now I accidentally stepped into his personal space. I was too close to the issue and I knew it scared him.

‘It’s fine,’ he said in a defensive tone. ‘Don’t worry about it.’

I could just let it go. In fact that’s what I should’ve done.

But then I felt it again. It creeped upon my shoulders slowly just to crush me all at once. The guilt. It didn’t let me move. It didn’t let me breathe. After that the panic started to set in. I let him suffer for so long.

I grabbed his hand, led him into the kitchen and made him sit in a chair. I pulled the first aid kit out of the cabinet and I saw it in his eyes. The flash of anger and betrayal, but I have already made my decision.

‘Take your shirt off,’ I said in a serious tone. ‘Please,’ I added quietly.

I expected him to put up a fight or at least make a suggestive joke, but he didn’t. He knew there was no use. The curtain was ripped away a long time ago and he had to accept that. But it was clear that he had a hard time coming to terms with the fact that someone knew the truth.

He gripped the hem of his t-shirt and started pulling it up, but halfway through he made a pained noise and let out a frustrated sigh. I grabbed the shirt for him and gently pulled it off.

When my eyes landed on his back, I felt dizzy. His tan skin was littered with angry red welts. The bruises were slowly blooming all over his back and the skin was broken in places. My first instinct was to ask him if he was hit by a car, but I knew better. And then I saw a few deep red squares that made me sick. The belt buckle.

“Jesus,” I breathed, before I could stop myself. I reeled back horrified. I’ve never seen anyone hurt this badly. I tried not to overreact – I had a feeling he would just run if I did. I suppressed my rising panic and closed my eyes for a second. It didn’t help much, the image already burned behind my eyelids. “I’m gonna clean it up, is that okay?” I asked, full of hesitation. I wasn’t sure how to even approach this without making him upset or ashamed. He was in a very vulnerable position, which could trigger his fight or flight response.

He didn’t reply, but he did give me a quick nod.

Feeling slightly relieved, I took out a cloth, dampened it and gently pressed it against his skin, trying to clean the dried blood away to see the wounds clearly. He flinched, but stayed quiet. I had to resist the urge to just take my hand away, so that I wouldn’t cause him any more pain, but this had to be done.

I drenched a gauze in an antiseptic and with a light hand started to disinfect the injuries. That did get a hiss and a muted fuck out of him, which I tried my hardest to ignore. Looking at his massacred back up close was making me lightheaded.

How could someone do this to another person? To their own kid?

The shame I felt was shattering. I knew. I knew this whole time and I failed him. My mind was cruel enough to make me feel like I was the one holding the belt.

I tried to be quick with the antiseptic, because his body felt like a tightly wound up string, ready to snap at any moment. I looked at the pile of bloodied gauzes and felt nauseous.

I took a few clean ones and covered the wounds, and then secured them with some medical tape. It looked a bit ridiculous and not professional at all, but the aesthetics didn’t matter right now. After I was done, Billy didn’t say anything. He wasn’t really moving either. I could only imagine what was going through his head right now.

I sat down in front of him to check how he was doing and I was met with a very hard image to take. He wasn’t crying. His head was hanging low and he was staring at the floor. His eyes were eerily hollow. Emotionless. There was no dramatic reaction, no sobbing, no fighting. Just acceptance.

I put away the first aid kit and cleaned up the used supplies.

‘Any cracked ribs?’ I asked standing awkwardly next to him. He shook his head without looking at me.

I was conflicted. I didn’t feel like I had the right to act like his friend now, but leaving him alone was not even an option. I looked at him sitting there. His body wasn’t as muscular as it used to be, he looked thinner. When he was hunched over like that, his skin stretched over his ribs grotesquely. He seemed to be a shell of the Hawkins High king he once was. All of his friends who used to worship him left the town. He was alone.

I put the kettle on and prepared some hot tea to warm him up. He didn’t even move, didn’t speak. He was lost in thought. I put two mugs on the table and sat down in front of him.

I wasn’t certain if I should say anything, but when I looked at him my heart broke. I saw my hand reach out involuntarily and cover his. It was cold. His head snapped up and he looked at me surprised.

‘I… I’m sorry, Billy. I’m sorry for what I did.’

He seemed confused. ‘What did you do?’

‘I pretended like I didn’t see it. I acted like I didn’t know.’

He looked down again and shook his head. ‘It’s not your job to help. I manage on my own.’

I squeezed his hand lightly.

‘I know we’re not friends, but… I don’t want you to be on your own anymore. If you let me, I’ll be there for you. With you.’

The look he gave me was indescribable. His brows were drawn gently like he didn’t quite understand what I was saying.  The feeling of support was so alien to Billy he wasn’t sure how to react. I wanted him to know that if he shared this burden, it would get a bit lighter. He didn’t have carry it alone anymore.

He didn’t sob or open up immediately. He did not pour his feelings out to me. He sat there quietly for a long time, but I could see that there was no anger or fear darkening his beautiful face anymore. He was weighing his options, thinking carefully about the secret he has kept for so long. He was now forced to confront it, to look this monster in the eye and call it by its name. He had to acknowledge his pain, really feel it instead of burying it deep under his skin.

The yellow overhead light in my kitchen betrayed Billy and I caught the glimpse of how glassy his eyes were. He didn’t let the tears fall. He didn’t even let his voice break.

All he said was: ‘Okay.’

And I knew he was ready to let me in.