#tammy thompson takes on the upside down

[asirensrage]

Tammy Thompson Takes on the Upside Down 53/?

Story Summary: Everyone asks - what would you do if you could change how the story goes…but what if you don’t know the story? Kate wakes up one day in the body of Tammy Thompson. Now instead of living her life, she’s stuck dodging monsters, avoiding catching the interest of the government and surviving high school. Again.

Chapter Summary: It's a meeting. Not a party.

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st tag: @happinessinthedarkesttimes

[itsladyliv]

I looked over to Billy, noting the giant bags under his eyes and the way his hand was shaking as he took a drag of his cigarette. I stepped towards him before I could stop myself. “Are you okay?”  “Stellar, Peaches. Can’t you tell?” “You look like shit.” “Aw, and here I thought you cared,” he sneered as he said it. I nearly snapped back before I realized it was a familiar defence mechanism.  “We’re friends, aren’t we?” I asked. His eyes widened (...) “Yeah,” he finally said. “Don’t worry about it, Queenie. Just dealing with some shit.”

— Tammy Thompson Takes on the Upside Down, chapter 52

@asirensrage gurl i am begging you--- just. please.

[laundrybiscuits]

Note: this is not a Stancy story.

“Say it,” he bites out. He’s pushing too hard, being too mean, and he doesn’t fucking care. “Say you love me.”

Nancy’s eyes slide off to the side and she—she laughs, like he’s making a joke, but he can see in the way she’s got her arms wrapped around herself that they both know it’s not a joke.

“Steve, come on,” she says.

There’s a hot, buzzing feeling in him like a hurricane.

The words peel out of him: “But…we’re soulmates.”

He’s gripping his forearm, holding it out in front of him even though he’s wearing long sleeves. It doesn’t matter. They both know whose name is written there in careful, neat cursive, like a puzzle piece slotting next to the blockier name scrawled on Nancy’s wrist. 

Nancy reaches out to push his arm down and out of the way, out of her eyeline, but she laces her fingers with his like she’s trying to calm him down. Like an apology.

“Steve,” she says. “Let’s just—can we focus on the important stuff, here?”

This is important, why don’t you think that nothing could be more important than this. Steve doesn’t say it because he’s trying to be better. He can be better for her, for Nancy, his soulmate. So he swallows it down and nods, gripping her slender fingers tight in his. 

———

It takes him a while, but he figures it out. It’s fate. It’s gotta be. It’s all a big part of their story, the one they’re gonna tell at their wedding, about the time they broke up and made bad decisions and were really unhappy. When you find your soulmate early, sometimes you have some growing up to do, he’ll say. Or maybe Robin will say it. He can’t imagine a wedding where Robin’s not his best man. Best lady?

It’s so stupid, but there was a moment, back in ‘85, when he thought maybe Robin could be his true soulmate. Like maybe there was some giant cosmic error, and the smart, funny, beautiful girl he’d been overlooking all summer was really the one he was meant to end up with after all. 

When she tells him about Tammy Thompson, it’s almost a relief. The universe isn’t wrong after all. He actually feels really sorry for Robin, because without a name on her arm, how’s she supposed to know who to pick? And with the gay thing—it’s gotta be tough even just knowing who’s an option. He doesn’t think he could handle that kind of uncertainty. 

It’s a good thing he doesn’t have to. All he’s got to do is hang on until his story and Nancy’s story bend together again, and become their story. He thinks it’s kind of romantic, even: like he’s been given this time to learn to be a better boyfriend. 

So he’s in good spirits, especially when Eddie Munson gives him a heavy look that shoots through his veins like lightning and says as unambiguous a sign of true love as these cynical eyes have ever seen. If even Eddie can see it after spending about five minutes around them, probably not even knowing about the soulmate thing, it must be true. 

———

Afterwards, he finds himself unexpectedly alone with Nancy in the hospital, waiting their turn to see Max and Eddie. It’s not exactly the stuff of fairytales; even though they’ve had a chance to go home and shower and get some sleep, they both have Upside Down gunk caked into their fingernails and purpling shadows under their eyes. The fluorescent lights overhead are way too bright. The flimsy plastic chairs are digging uncomfortably into his thighs. 

But he’s not gonna get a better opening than this quiet moment, with Nancy slumped against his arm, tired and lovely.

“Hey, are you—” He clears his throat and tries again. “Hey, Nancy. Did you…think about, uh, what I said? About…you know. The future?”

She goes tense.

“Yes, Steve. I did.”

Maybe something in her tone should be warning him off, but he’s on this road now, careening down the fast lane with no exits in sight. 

“And? What did you think?”

Nancy takes a deep breath, then lets it out after a second in a heavy sigh. “Steve, I…I’m with Jonathan now. You know that.”

“Yeah, but that’s—I mean, you know it’s not the same.”

“No.” She slips a thumb under the cuff of her sweatshirt and rubs it over her wrist. It looks like something she doesn’t even know she’s doing. “It’s not the same, no. It’s…Steve, it’s better. This way is better.”

He ducks down, tries to meet her eye. “Nance, I know I was kind of a shitty boyfriend, but—things are different now, right?”

Finally, she turns to him. Her back straightens, shoulders square, like she’s bracing herself. 

“Yes, things are different,” she says slowly. She reaches out to take his hand in both of hers, soothing. “This hasn’t changed for me, though. It’s not about—I just can’t be with you, Steve. Not like that. I’m sorry.”

He doesn’t say but we’re soulmates again like a child, but it lives in his throat, in the thump of his heart. Maybe she just needs more time.

Maybe not, though.

(ETA: continuation here!)

[0nemorestranger]

but honestly when is fan-favorite steve gonna get a prequel book? i wanna know about his friendship with tommy and carol, his biggest concerns before the upside down, how he came upon the perfect hair routine. his parents obviously and maybe a pre-friendship asshole interaction with robin? being nice to tammy thompson but laughing at her with his goons behind her back and robin has to see it? his inner monologue about basking in high school popularity because the truth is the future terrifies him? there's so many avenues to take and i do love eddie from the bottom of my heart but it's nuts he got a book before steve did

[steddiebang2024]

My heart's not even angry, it's just the way it breaks | Explicit |  27k

Author: @trinitorettomadrigal

Artist: @monologichno

Beta Reader: @sapphicsteddie

[Link to fic]  |  [Link to art]

Pairings: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Billy Hargrove, Dmitri Antonov, Tammy Thompson, Martin Brenner

Tags: Drug Addiction, Alcohol Addiction, suicide talk, Emotional Abuse, psychological abuse, Toxic Relationship, Prostitution, OD, neurodivergence, dubcon, Blackmail, Depression, Alternate Universe - Musicians, Neurodivergent Steve Harrington, Drug Addict Eddie Munson, Abusive Martin Brenner, father figure Jim Hopper, Billy Hargrove is a good guy, Ghostwriter Steve Harrington, Guitarist Eddie Munson, Musician Billy Hargrove, Lyricist Steve Harrington, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Closeted Character, Gay Character, Steve Harrington doesn't always do the right thing, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Phone Sex, Phone Calls & Telephones, Steve Harrington Has a Big Dick

Trigger Warnings: Drug Addiction, Alcohol Addiction, suicide talk, Emotional Abuse, psychological abuse, Toxic Relationship, Prostitution, OD, dubcon, Blackmail, Depression

↳ Keep reading below for a summary!

Steve Harrington, a neurodivergent ghost writer, is the guy behind the lyrics for famous singer Billy Hargrove.

When Billy decides to work with the up and coming guitarist Eddie Munson, Steve's world gets flipped. He's instantly hooked by Eddie's talent and charm, his crush taking the spotlight. Even though he's keeping his role under wraps, he's craving a connection beyond just writing lyrics.

In a Cyrano-style move, Steve takes a shot at bridging the gap with Eddie. Instead of giving Billy's contact, he sneaks his own to Eddie.

As their collaboration heats up, so does Steve's undercover crush on Eddie. But underneath the surface lies a mess of addiction, misunderstandings, and shady deals.

[metalmunson]

I wrote a thing, if anyone wants to check it out.

4k words of Steve being in his own personal hell: an amusement park. Lots of cute shit and wholesome fun. Please take a look!

Summary:

“Oh, is that so,” came a smooth voice, sounding highly amused. Steve was almost afraid to look. He could see stray dark curls dusting the tops of the man’s shoulders.

“Don’t mind being my seat partner do you, Big Boy?” the guy crooned.

And Steve really could just die now. He looked up into pretty, chocolate brown eyes, framed by thick dark lashes. The stranger had his hair pulled up into a bun, with curling strands framing the sides of his face. Bangs. This guy had bangs, and he still made it work. God, this was Tammy Thompson all over again. He was about to puke on the hottest guy he’d ever laid eyes on. He was so grounding everyone from his pool for at least a month.

[grahambaham]

FIC RECS

I have recently read a bunch of fics of different fandoms and I've decided to dump them here, hope you like them.

Arizona Sky by husborth - Childhood is sometimes remembered at the weirdest, and worst, times. Half sweet, half really fucking sad. Percabeth. Mentions of Gabe and the abuse Sally and Percy suffered at his hands, so TW for that.

2. Tammy Thompson Takes on the Upside Down by Ridea - self insert where a random woman from like the world world wakes up in Tammy's body and shakes things up. Eventual Tammy/Steve I think? With unrequited Tammy/Billy on Billy's side.

here comes the rain again by pocketofsky - Dick doesn’t patrol when it rains. Not since Blüdhaven. And everyone knows that, but they don’t know why.Or: Dick slowly but surely confronts his trauma. Now featuring: a train, pain, and a lot of rain. Read the tags.

4. The Delicate Art of Raising Thestrals by AppoApples - Luna and Harry return a year. Luna/Harry. No bashing, acknowledges characters' flaws.

5. This Universe is Strange (I'm Stranger) by Bamboozledddd - Harry (female Harry) dies and travels to Hawkins, is awesome and fucks shit up. Made me laugh so fucking bad. Literal gold. It's a Billy/Harry/Steve throuple which isn't usually my thing, mostly because of Billy, but it was still so good.

6. From the Mouths of Babes by CAPSING - “There’s a guy who’s been flirting with me.”“Mhmm,” Ned turns to Peter, swallowing his bite. “Is he hot?”(Or: Deadpool starts hitting on Spider-Man, unaware he’s a minor; ignorance turns up not to bring any bliss to either of them.) It has Peter and Wade in the tags as a ship but there's no actual shipping there. It basically has wade shooting himself in the head when he finds out the guy he's been flirting with is a minor.

7. without a flashlight in the dark by jurassicqueer (kukurosaki) - Steve gets taken to the Upside Down instead of Barbara Holland.

8. The Future Mrs Harrington by BritChick91  - Robin and Steve go back in time, it's awesome. No pairings.

9. my friends are all waving from the shore by birthdaycandles - I've been obsessed with stranger things lately. oops. Steve makes a will. Jonathan is concerned.

10. Dish Duty by Princeliest - All Zuko had been trying to do was wash some dishes. Zuko and Katara being idiots. No pairings.

Hope you enjoy!! <3

[asirensrage]

Tammy Thompson Takes on the Upside Down - 54/?

Story Summary: Everyone asks - what would you do if you could change how the story goes…but what if you don’t know the story? Kate wakes up one day in the body of Tammy Thompson. Now instead of living her life, she’s stuck dodging monsters, avoiding catching the interest of the government and surviving high school. Again.

Chapter Summary: Billy arrives and Kate learns there's more happening than she thought.

Find it on: Fanfiction.net and Archive of Our Own

taglist: @raith-way  @arrthurpendragon @zeleniafic @veetlegeuse @chickensarentcheap

@residentdormouse @endless-oc-creations  @stanshollaand @wordspin-shares @themaradwrites

@kingsmakers @thatmagickjuju @awkwardchick87  @hayatoseyepatch

st tag: @happinessinthedarkesttimes

[jus-let-me-read]

I may ship Ronance but Vickie has absolutely nothing to do with it, and that's probably because she's so irrelevant in the grand scheme of things.

[itsladyliv]

— TAMMY THOMPSON TAKES ON THE UPSIDE DOWN

but it's a GHOSTFACE AU because i feel like every fic needs one. this was locked away in my computer to never see the light of the day but @asirensrage said she liked to see my delusions 😊✨💙

[mistletouchunderthetree]

like you've known me | rated T | word count ~25k

a @steddiebang fic coming february 29

featuring art by sharkscouts and @vesperalhemlock

Summary:

When the only way to beat the Upside Down is to erase it (and the last three years) from time, Steve Harrington is transported right back to the Fall of his junior year. His biggest problem? Everyone who had died in the last three years fighting inter-dimensional evils has no memory of the events. Suddenly, Steve finds himself with Tommy and Carol at his side and sitting mere feet away from Robin in class, and she has no idea who he is except the douchebag with the good hair that Tammy Thompson has a crush on.

With a little help from Nancy, Jonathan, Dustin, Lucas, and El, Steve will learn to navigate his life, The Right Way, this time. Which friends he wants to keep, who he wants to spend his time with, and if he wants to take notes in class this time around. If that means sometimes he needs a little weed to take the edge of stress off? Well, it's a good thing he knows a good dealer.

As things finally fall into place and Steve begins to re-form the most important relationship in his life, he thinks anything strange is over. Then, Robin starts mentioning weird dreams about ice cream and torture, and Max Mayfield shows up from California with an angry step-brother and a lot of questions. Maybe those memories aren't erased, after all.

Pairings: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington & Robin Buckley, Steve Harrington & Dustin Henderson, Steve Harrington & Lucas Sinclair Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Eleven, Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, Tommy Hagan, Carol Perkins, Max Mayfield, Billy Hargrove Tags: Romance, Angst, Friends to Lovers, AU: Time Travel to Pre-Season 1, Post-Season 4, Impermanent Major Character Death, Fix-it, Falling In Love, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington-Centric, First Kiss, Drug Use (Marijuana), Steve Harrington VS Junior Year (Again)

Excerpt (cont. under the cut):

It had been a few weeks in the new timeline when Steve jumped at the sound of the phone ringing through the empty house. He frowned, setting down his fork and walking to the phone. It was Wednesday, Steve was sure of it, and Dustin’s calls always came on Thursdays, so who the hell would be calling?

“Hello?”

“Hi, Steve.” Nancy’s voice was soft and sweet and surprising.

“Oh. Uh, hey, Nance, what’s up?” He asked, heart suddenly starting to race – not because he had feelings for Nancy but because if Nancy was calling then something was wrong. Had something happened? Had their plan not –

“Listen, I don’t have too much time, Mom’s making dinner and I just finished up my homework, but I really wanted to call you,” Nancy said. She wouldn’t start out so calm if something was happening, right? So this was just a social call?

“Um. Why?” He asked, then winced. Since when did he forget how to have a conversation?

He could hear Nancy’s sigh through the phone. “I’ve been keeping an eye on you at school lately, and –“

“Okay, creep,” he joked, lips curling at the corners when Nancy laughed.

“Shut up, I just mean I’ve – Look, I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. And like I said, I’ve been watching you in the halls and stuff, and I know you’re eating lunch in the library because Tommy told everyone in the cafeteria one day –“

He what?

“- and I know the whole thing with Robin is hard for you but…”

“But what?” He prompted when she trailed off.

“But you’re moping, Steve. You’re moping all over school, and probably all over your house.”

“I – wha- I mean, that’s not true,” Steve said, frowning.

“Steve, we beat the bad guys and everybody is fine. Everybody’s alive! And you’re moping.”

“Okay, now this just feels like you’re being mean.”

“I’m not trying to be mean, I’m trying to – “ She cut herself off with a frustrated groan. “Do you even know how El is doing?”

“I – what? Is she okay?”

“Yes, she’s okay, Steve, but also, no, she’s not okay, because Hopper is still trying to find Owens since he’s the one that will probably know best if it’s safe for Jane Hopper to suddenly show up in Hawkins and enroll in school. So, she spends her days alone, but everyone always goes to visit her, every Saturday, at the cabin. Everyone except you.”

Steve felt tears prick behind his eyes. “I didn’t know.”

“Yes, you did,” Nancy said, sounding tired. “Dustin said he asked you to come that first weekend, and you said no, so he didn’t ask you again.”

“I don’t – I don’t remember that,” he admitted, feeling dreadful disappointment spread through his veins. “Nancy, I hardly – that first week was –“

“But it wasn’t just the first week, Steve. We’re all trying to get back to our lives but you’re just going through the motions. Even Dustin knows something’s wrong.”

“What? I talk to Dustin every week!”

“Lucas wanted to invite you to the park to play basketball and Dustin told him you probably still weren’t ready.”

Steve’s jaw dropped.

“Dustin knows you, in this timeline probably better than anyone, and he knows something’s wrong but he’s still just a kid, Steve, he doesn’t know how to deal with this.”

“Did Dustin ask you to call me?”

“No, this was my idea,” Nancy said. “I’m just a kid, too, Steve. I don’t know what to do to fix it but I want to help you, and so does Jonathan.”

“Jonathan wants to help me?” He asked, incredulous.

Nancy chuckled. “Honestly, I was as surprised as you are. But he does because despite everything, he cares about you. We all care about you, and it’s way too easy for you to hole up in your house and ignore everyone at school and… mope.”

“I don’t think I like that word anymore,” Steve said, even though it was true. His stomach twisted in knots at the sudden guilt he felt.

“Well I didn’t think you’d like it very much if I accused you of being depressed,” Nancy stated boldly, and Steve winced. “Just meet me and Jonathan at that picnic table outside of school tomorrow morning, okay? Like, twenty minutes before first bell. Can you do that?”

Steve swallowed thickly and fought every instinct in him that wanted to say no.

“Yeah, Nance. I can do that.”

Steve woke with a sense of dread hanging over him. He really didn’t want to show up just for Nancy and Jonathan to chew him out for how selfish he’d been (he could beat himself up for that without their help). But he got in his car twenty-five minutes earlier than he usually would, just to make sure he wouldn’t be late, and laughed to himself when he got to the school. He pulled into the empty spot next to Jonathan’s car. Apparently, they had the same idea.

Steve got out of his car and shouldered his backpack. He looked around; there were a few people milling about, and more cars pulling into the lot than he expected this early.

“Do people always get to school this early?” He asked by way of introduction.

Jonathan laughed and walked over to him. Nancy stepped up behind him and gave him a pointed look. “I think you’ll find that you’re just always late.”

“Yeah, okay,” he conceded. “So, uh… Picnic table?” He suggested, already feeling the stares of their classmates from around them.

Nancy and Jonathan agreed and they made the walk together, quietly taking in each other’s presence. Nancy was in between the two boys but it wasn’t as awkward as Steve expected it to be.

Maybe he really was over Nancy Wheeler, after all.

He choked on a laugh when the picnic table came into view, and they were sighted almost immediately.

“Oh,” Eddie Munson said, grabbing his metal lunchbox and dropping it near his feet. Steve snorted. Eddie huffed. “What?”

“As if we don’t know what’s in your damn lunchbox, Munson,” he said, finding himself immediately falling back into the banter he’d developed with Eddie before –

“I don’t really know what’s going on here,” Eddie admitted with an awkward, nervous laugh. “You three might be the weirdest combination of buyers I’ve ever gotten.”

“Oh, we’re not –“ Nancy started, but Steve interrupted.

“I am,” he said, ignoring the looks from Nancy and Jonathan. He pulled out his wallet and made eye contact with Eddie. “I’ll –“ He paused, unsure of what to say. He’d never done this himself before. “I’ll take some weed. Uh – a joint? Uh. How much?”

Eddie looked at him with a furrowed brow and a frown on his lips. “Are you wearing a wire?”

Steve snorted a laugh. “Dude. What kind of operation do you think is being run in Nowhere fucking Indiana where a 17-year-old is wearing a wire for a drug bust on your tiny fucking lunchkit –“

“Okay! Okay,” Eddie conceded with a barely concealed laugh. Jonathan was openly laughing behind him, and Steve recognized the amused look on Nancy’s face.

Steve sighed when Eddie just kept looking at him like he didn’t believe him. “I’m being serious. If I’m not gonna have a social life anymore at least let me be high for it.”

“Amen,” Jonathan said quietly, and Steve choked down his laugh.

Finally, after a few more moments of silence where Eddie stared at his face, seemingly deciding whether or not to trust him, Eddie sighed and picked up his lunchbox. Steve let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.

“I’ll sell you a gram for twenty-five bucks. Do you want pre-rolled, or…” Eddie trailed off.

“Uh,” Steve said, unsure. “Yeah, that’ll probably be easier.”

Eddie opened his lunchbox and got to work rolling the joint. “Usually, it’s your friends I sell to,” he said conversationally.

“Not my friends,” Steve corrected, then awkwardly added, “I don’t have any of those.”

“We’re your friends, Steve,” Nancy said, and Steve could hear the pity that coated her voice.

“Didn’t you, like, dump him for him?” Eddie asked her, pointing first and Steve, then at Jonathan. Nancy huffed, took a breath to begin talking but Steve cut her off before she could begin.

"That's not what happened. Tommy and Carol told everyone that because they're pissed off that I don't wanna hang out with them anymore. Me and Nance are fine. Me and Jonathan are fine. Look. I know you're overcharging me so badly right now but I don't care enough to fight you on it. Can you please just sell me the weed?"

Eddie frowned. “Fifteen.”

Steve looked at him incredulously.

"What can I say? You guilt tripped me and I'm a sucker.” Eddie held out the joint. “Just. Take it."

"Thanks, Munson." Steve said, taking it and stuffing it in a zipper inside his backpack.

Eddie closed and shut his lunchbox, then stepped away from the table and gave a little bow. "King Steve."

"Just Steve."

Eddie looked at him through calculating eyes. "Just Steve, then."

The three of them waited until Eddie was far enough away before taking seats at the table.

Nancy started after a short awkward beat. "Look, start hanging out with us at school. I have mutual friends with Robin, somehow we'll get it through her head that you aren't a bad guy and then it's just a matter of winning her over again -"

"It really isn't like that; I’ve told you a million times, she's my best friend.” Steve said. “And I already just started fucking crying in front of her, I think the ship has sailed."

"Don’t say that, man," Jonathan said. "Just… give it time. Let the school get used to the new you. Maybe you can figure out if she's got a job and apply wherever she works and do whatever you did at Starcourt to make her like you."

Steve sighed. He already knew where Robin worked; she'd told him about the job she had before Scoops. "She's working at a hair salon as a receptionist right now."

"Sorry, they let Robin be in charge of answering phones and setting up appointments?" Nancy asked with an incredulous giggle.

"She doesn't last long," Steve admitted with a little laugh.

The bell rang, interrupting them and signaling the start of another day. Steve sighed to himself and stood, following Nancy and Jonathan into the school. At least he had somewhere to sit at lunch now.

And the chance to get high tonight.

[mara-and-its-the-same]

Hehebdhdiididbebd

I saw your requests were open....(R means reader)

A third member of the scoops troops. She works with Steve and Robin (Fuck the duffers upside down is sealed)

Steve has been hitting on her all summer. Instead of being in love with Robin, he's in love with R

Robin and R are also really close, Robin tells R she doesn't like guys. R's response is that she's bisexual

R and Robin start dating, Steve finds out and is totally supportive and becomes lesbian supporter bestie

Sorry for that brain rot

So here it is, 3.4k words of 2 sapphic disasters. Also Steve is hopelessly in like with y/n and doesn't realize she's just flirting back so he does the chores she doesn't want to. Also she's so casually dominant even before she and Robin get together. And calls literally everyone babe. I hope you like it and yes, part 2 is already planned based on the second ask (if you don't mind @manyfandomsfanvergent) And never apologize for the brain rot. I promise I adore it!

“I get 15, right?” Y/n asked Robin, just to be sure before she left for her break. 

“When are you here til?”

“I’m closing with Steve, so 9?”

“Take 30 then. It’ll probably be even later since he has to mop the floor twice with all the drool he leaves just being in the same room as you.”

“He’s not that bad, did you see him when Tammy Thompson came through?” If she noticed the way Robin flushed at the name, she didn’t say anything. “I thought he was gonna follow her out of the store with his tongue hanging out like a lost puppy.”

“Yeah-eheh, that’s totally something Steve, and only Steve would do.” She was kicking a loose sprinkle around to keep her focus on anything but the girl she was totally and entirely not in love with. She looked up when she heard the timecard being pulled out of its slot. “You don’t have to clock out. You’re only scheduled for a 15, just take 30 and I’ll cover for you.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want you breaking company policy over me.”

“Screw company policy. Go get something to eat before you're stuck with Dingus for another,” she checked her watch. “4 hours. Give or take.”

“How will I survive?” y/n groaned. 

“I’m sure you’ll manage.” Robin had to watch Steve relentlessly flirt with y/n since his first day. From the second she walked in to ask for a scoop and an application, he’s been incorrigible. ‘Don’t think they’d turn a pretty girl like you down.’  And she’s been eating all of it up from the moment she first donned that ridiculous hat and he and Robin began training her. 

‘Oh, Steve, could you get that for me? I can’t reach. Thank you, babe.’ And,‘Hey, Stevie, the S.S. Harrington get shot down again?’ She’d pout and hold out a sample for him while Robin crossed another tally off the “You Rule; You Suck” board. “Like the Lusitania,” Robin would say, which made Steve’s face contort into one of rapt confusion. Then of course y/n would take pity on him and explain it. It was clear she liked him, well, clear to Robin she did. 

“Guess I’ll just have the thought of coming back in the morning and opening with you to keep me going, babe.” She kissed Robin’s cheek then passed through the swinging doors to the front. “Bye, Stevie,” Robin heard her say in that faux sultry voice she always used with him. Not that she was really paying attention to anything other than the stamp on her cheek. Shimmery, sticky, pink.

“Woah, leaving me so soon sweetheart?” Steve said, clearly completely ignoring the customer standing in front of him to follow y/n from the other side of the counter. 

“You’ll have me all night. Maybe a little longer if you clean up for me.” She walked backwards while she talked to him and smirked at the dumbfounded look her wink left on Steve’s face. She spun around dramatically just to distract him a little longer once she got out the door.

“Sorry ma’am, what were you getting?” Robin asked the woman whose order had just been taken by Steve but obviously never fulfilled, as seen by the annoyed look on her face and nasty glance towards Steve. Robin hip checked him out of the way from the flavor she needed. “If you’re not going to help customers you can at least go in the back and do something useful.”

“Yeah, yeah, probably-I should-yeah.”

Robin rolled her eyes, “Will that be all for today?”

***

“And another one bites the dust.” Robin slid out with the board from one side of the back counter and y/n handed her the marker from the other. 

“You are O-for-6, Popeye,” y/n said as Robin added another strike to the tally.

“Yeah, yeah, I can count.”

“You know that means you suck?”

“Robin, don’t be mean. He’s trying. I think it’s sweet.”

“I think it’s pathetic,” they both had a tough habit of talking about him like he wasn’t right there.

“Still here,” he reminded them. “It’s this stupid hat, I am telling you. It is totally blowing my best feature.”

“Yeah, company policy is a real drag,” Robin said with faux sympathy.

“I don’t know, I think it adds to the look,” y/n thought out loud.

Steve perked up at that. “Really?”

“Yeah, wait let me see. Take it off,” she made a slight face. “Back on.” She kept changing directions, “oh yeah…No, no, not like that. To the left, no your other left, other other left. Mmm, take it off?” That just messed up his hair further. “Hmm, push it more towards the back, oh yeah, like that, that’s perfect.” She waved him closer. “Yeah, oh yes, just like this.” She messed with his hair a little and snuck her hand into his pocket to pull out his pink cherry lip balm he thought no one knew about. “Go like this.” She pouted her lips out and he copied her. She held his chin and smudged  it on his lips then gave him the quickest, shortest peck, there was probably still a centimeter of space between them, the only things touching were the tips of their noses. “Now let’s hope that can tide you over til your next date, Popeye, ‘cause it’s all you’ll ever be getting from me.” She smiled and shook his chin affectionately before letting go. She got all her things from the back and clocked out.

“I’m just gonna look around for a little bit and find something to eat, then I’ll be back to pick you up, yeah?” 

Y/n had been driving Robin whenever her parents weren’t able to. She noticed her coming in out of breath a couple times since she rode her bike and Robin didn’t take her up on her immediate offer but finally did, when she walked in drenched and dripping through the hallway, having biked the last mile and a half through the rain. 

~~~

Y/n came in a minute behind her, following the trail of drips down the hall, she started doting all over Robin. ‘Steve, can you wait just a few minutes before punching out?” She hadn’t used her usual teasing, flirty voice, and she also didn’t wait for an answer before shoving her hand in the tip jar and running out before he could tell her those were his tips. “Thank you Stevie, I’ll owe ya forever.” She sprinted to the department store and bought the fluffiest towel she could find, as well as the most neutral blue t-shirt and shorts. She shoved the change (money from her wallet) back into the jar, definitely more than she took out of it, and wrapped Robin up in the towel. “My little burrito.” ‘This is an ice cream shop, not a taco shop, y/n.’ “I know, but you look so cute like this.” She booped Robin on the nose and told Steve to give them 5 more minutes and that he could get all her tips the next time they worked together. ‘What’s the 5 minutes for?’ Robin asked. “You think I’m letting you stay in these dripping wet clothes while we work in a literal refrigerator? Not on my watch.” She pulled Robin into the dark storage closet, the lone lightbulb long since needing a replacement. Not quite at the flickering stage, but still hardly doing more than a nightlight. Robin tried to keep her focus on boxes of extra toppings, rainbow sprinkles, chocolate sprinkles, red white and blue sprinkles, star sprinkles, heart sprinkles. Wow, somebody should really alphabetize this. “You can look, if you want. You don’t have to stare at the wall.” ‘I don’t wanna um, bother you.’ “Robin, babe, I pulled you into a supply closet, I brought this all upon myself. If anyone’s uncomfortable it’s you. You’re soaked to the bone. And so tense. You gotta relax.” She ghosted her fingertips down Robin’s arm, though she stayed facing the abounding boxes of sprinkles, trying to come up with a better means of organization. She took Robin’s hand and closed her fist around the dry uniform. Warm, Robin thought. “I’ll bring you a bag for the wet one, I’ll take care of the front, you take your time.” ‘What about you?’ “I’ll just wear this.” ‘But Kurt (the owner) is coming today. You’ll get in trouble.’ “Don’t worry about me, love. Put the uniform on. I’ll leave the bag on the handle.”

~~~

“Yeah, that’s- that’s fine.” She shook herself out of her memory/daydream and Steve came up to the second register with her. 

Y/n came up next to Robin. “I’ll be back,” she whispered like the Terminator. Robin giggled and y/n kissed her shoulder through the polyester of her uniform. She rubbed her back a few times. “Bye, Steve.” He raised his hand in place of a wave with all the new customers coming up to him. “Bye, Robin.” 

Steve dropped the scoop he was holding into the wrong flavor, his jaw practically on the floor. Robin in a similar state, turning as red as cherries jubilee from her chest up to her ears. Steve scoffed a laugh before he composed himself and finished taking the man’s payment. A group of girls walked up to the register while y/n was navigating her way out of the busy storefront. “Ahoy, Ladies!” He shouted. Partially because he was in a bit of a rut and partially to pull Robin out of whatever daze she was in, oh my god, Oh my god, Oh My God! What is happening?! She didn’t say it like that to me! She never says anything to me like that. Only to Steve. Lord have mercy on my poor gay soul. Either way it worked and Robin looked up just in time to see y/n jump and put a hand to her chest at the outburst. She looked back to Steve and Robin and had a whole conversation with her across the room, get a load of this guy, she rolled her eyes and waved one last time with a smile like Robin had never seen. All shy and soft.

***

The store was empty and since it was that weird time of day when it's too late for lunch but too early for dinner, especially when you're having ice cream for either, Steve and Robin were just sitting in the back eating bananas and twirling their hats on their fingers.

“So,” Steve started, “what do you think of y/n?”

“What do you mean what do I think of her?”

“I mean, think of her and what do you think?”

Robin had not had nearly enough iced coffee for this conversation.

“She’s nice.”

“Elaborate.”

“How?”

“Tell me more things.”

“What do you think of her?”

“Avoiding the question, I see.”

“Answer.”

“She’s pretty, and she’s smart, and she has good taste in music. And movies, too.” He held his hand out with a limp banana to gesture for her answer.

“Why are you asking me this?”

“Nothing better to do. You know her from school?”

“Yeah, just a few classes though. And art last year.”

“But I thought you were into the whole music thing?”

Robin only shrugged and checked the clock for how much longer she’d have to suffer until y/n came back like a knight in navy blue polycotton. 

The dinging of the bell in front pulled them from that conversation. At least for a little while.

Then Robin’s shift was almost up and she was checking her reflection on the refrigerator door. 

“Is that lipgloss?” Steve came in for another stack of cones. 

“What?” Robin shoved the tube into her pocket faster than you can say ‘Robin, you’re in love.’ “No, just, um my lips are chapped, dehydrated. I haven’t had any water today.”

“Hmm.” He thought about all the times y/n had to remind her to drink. Always so sweet about it too, ‘Go drink, baby.’ He just pinned it on her being a natural flirt. But now it seemed like it was quite a bit more than that.

“Oh,” Steve’s voice dropped a whole octave. He started pointing his fingers at Robin, then putting them together and pulling them apart, I connected the dots.

“What ‘oh?’ No ‘oh.’ There's no ‘oh’. There's nothing to ‘oh’.”

“You like her.”

“Pfft, what no- I don’t-ha. I don’t like y/n. Why would you say that?”

He just stood there blinking.

“Steve. Why would you say that?” She wasn’t really in the mood to hear the once all powerful king of Hawkins high, one of the least observant people she’s ever met, say he’s figured out the one thing she needed to keep hidden. The worry and urgency apparent in her voice.

“I never said who. You like y/n!” 

“Could you keep it down! Please!”

“Sorry. Sorry.” He held up his hands in surrender, then got a conspiratorial look on his face, something similar to the gossiping church ladies that come in every Sunday. “So…are you gonna tell her?”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“You’re obviously in love with her, tell her.”

“Steve, I cannot be obviously anything with her. I can’t tell her.”

“Whu-why not?”

“Steve, she clearly likes you. I don’t think she’s into girls and even if she was, it’s not like we can go out or anything.”

“Sure you can.”

“Where?”

“Girls come here on dates all the time. Have you been to a movie theater? Girls go with girls all the time.”

“Yeah, but not like that.”

“How do you know? And how do you know I didn’t see her let her friends in through the back door, ask them about their date, and tell them she wishes she had a girl to go on cute dates like theirs with?”

“Because that can’t happen.” Then it hit her, what he actually said. “Wait, what?”

“Oh, yeah. Obviously, she’s not immune to the Harrington charm, but I think you might have a shot.” He could tell she wasn’t very convinced. “Come on, I’ll be your wingman.”

“You haven’t gotten a date in months.”

“But there was once a time I went months before my weekends were free.” Of course he had to choose the most roundabout way to say the simplest thing. “I got a lot of dates, I mean.”

“How is that supposed to help me?”

“You gotta be subtle. Sneaky. Like a- a ninja or something. Let her come to you.”

“She’s not a wild rabbit, dingus.”

“Yes, but she’s a- she’s a-uh- I don’t know. Just start dropping hints.”

“Great advice, really, riveting stuff but she’s gonna be back soon and I don’t know how much more of this I can take.”

“Oh, come on.” He groaned, “Where’s your…”he snapped until he got the right word, “prowess.”

“Again, she’s not a wild animal, Steve.”

“Just let me be your wingman. I’ll be so subtle, she won’t even know what hit her.”

“If I say yes will you stop asking?”

“Absolutely.”

“Fine, but do not make it obvious.”

“Aye-aye, captain.” He saluted. 

The pre dinner rush was up and it was finally Robin’s turn to go home, y/n was helping her carry all her things out. She picked up her metal water bottle. “It’s still so full, Rob. Drink more for me while we’re in the car, yeah?”

“Ok.”

“Good.”

Steve came back in under the guise of getting more cones again, though there were still plenty out front. “You heading out, Rob?”

“Yeah? It’s 5:10, 10 minutes after I was supposed to leave.”

“Oh no,” y/n lamented, “Did I keep you waiting? I’m so sorry.”

“No, no, not at all. There was just a rush out of nowhere and Erica and her friends wouldn’t leave.”

“Oh, ok.” She looked around the small room. “Is that everything?”

“Yeah, I think,” Robin answered.

“Bye- oh!” Steve was real close, reaching behind her to get a pen though there were five on the other table. 

“Robin likes boobies,” he whispered, but not very well. 

“What?!” 

“Hmm? Did you hear something? Must have been the fridge, you know this thing is on its last legs.” He smacked the door and it made a long groan. They collectively took a large step back and Steve took one further to Robin. “You got this, champ. Remember, prowess.” He clapped her on the back then shook her shoulders. Her eyes were wide with panic. This was the absolute opposite of subtle.

“Ummm, hate to interrupt whatever uh…this…is. But are you ready to go, babe?” She came between the two of them and guided Robin to turn around and walk out the door. Steve gave her one last double thumbs up then hid them when y/n turned around. “Uh, bye, Steve.”

“Bye y/n, you ladies have fun! But not too much fun.” He made the motion of ‘eyes on you.’

“Uh, yeah, later.” Y/n started walking quickly down the hall, pulling Robin with her. “That was weird, right? He was definitely acting weird.”

“Yeah, no idea what that’s about.”

“Weird.” She opened the passenger door for Robin. “Your place or mine?”

“I kinda wanna change.”

“Of course.”

The drive to Robin’s was a bit longer than the one to y/n’s and was filled with her nervous drumming on the wheel. “Are you ok?” Robin asked her.

“Yeah,” it sounded too much like a question for her liking. “Yeah,” she said more surely this time. “Um, I have a question. And, uh, you can definitely say no, or just like not answer at all and we just forget I ever asked.”

“Uh, yeah, shoot.”

“Um so, uh, if I…if I asked you to go out to dinner with me, how would you take it, and um, what would you say?”

Both of them had the same fear that the other could feel their heart beating and melting out of their chest at the same time. 

“You mean like, out? Like- like a date?”

“Yeah?”

“I’d say- I’d say yes?”

Robin was looking right at her but y/n was scared that if she looked at her, she wouldn’t be able to look away, and of course she had to keep her eyes on the road. But that didn’t stop a smile so big it hurt her cheeks from growing on her face.  

“And what if I asked you where you wanted to go?” 

“Somewhere quiet, but busy enough no one pays any attention to us,” Robin answered with equal excitement.

“What if I said tonight?”

“I’d say yes.”

“And if I dropped you off but asked you your favorite flowers before you shut the door?”

“Surprise me.” Y/n already planned a bouquet of camellias, only because Robin mentioned a book a few weeks ago, La Dame aux Camélias.

She put the car into park and looked right into Robin’s stormy blue eyes, brewing with light and excitement.“I will.” She walked Robin to the front door and pressed a kiss to the back of her hand. “You have one hour, gorgeous.”

“One hour?”

“I made the reservations this morning.”

“What!?”

“Steve’s not as quiet and you’re not as subtle as either of you think you are. And I thought it’d be a good way to force myself to say something. And, also, you have an hour because you don’t have enough time to panic about your outfit. Show up in your little sailor suit, I won’t mind.” She twirled the tail of her crosstie.

Robin took that hand and kissed her knuckles. “I’ll see you then.”

“Yeah you will,” she walked backwards to her car. “Drink your water! I don’t wanna kiss chapped lips!”

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New Sketch Projects

Since I've pretty much finished my writing for now (one more read through of the Epilogue and it'll be up), I figured I'd start a new side project.

I'll be catching up on my reading list, and I'll try and offer a small token of appreciation in cartoon renditions or other image ideas (if you don't mind the style of course - I'm still working on it). Made sense to start this off with the first story I hit in the OC community here, especially since I was really feeling some Kate vibes the other day.

So, if you like Stranger Things, and somehow haven't checked it out yet (unlikely, but hey), go read @asirensrage's story:

Tammy Thompson Takes on the Upside Down (AO3 link)

(If you would want me to take a look at a work in particular, feel free to ask or DM me rec's. I'll try my best, but in advance warning - I take a while to get to things... 😬)

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No upside down au but things aren't magically okay

TW! Parental abuse, neglect & abandonment, Racism (Billy Hargrove is a piece of shit) Alcoholism, bullying and sexual harassment

Things aren't just happy and great because the Upside Down doesn't exist, and I want to write about it, so this is my take and my AU.

Will, Jonathan and Joyce are still in poverty, on the brink of nothingness, and it doesn't help that Lonnie is a piece of shit, who still has occasional custody of the boys. Every other weekend, Joyce is alone in her little house, while the boys are with their father, because the three of them are too afraid to speak up.

Mike and Nancy don't get along, plain and simple. It's not because they're siblings and because "siblings fight" but because they're in a broken home. Karen is out some nights seeing her "lover" and Ted is just the worst. He yells at the kids, shames Nancy, belittles her to the point that she leaves Mike alone. He hates her because she can leave, which is why he begs for a bike, or to spend the night somewhere, anywhere but home.

Dustin is the kid of a single mother, who is overbearing on him. She's an anxious woman who fears Dustin's gonna get hurt. He gets bullied at school, and not just insulting words. He gets shoved, his d&d dice, books, hats, and other things get stolen, and sometimes he comes home with bruises from the older kids.

Lucas has it fine at home, but once he leaves it's no longer anything happy. He's afraid to spend time with his friends because of Billy and all of the other assholes. He constantly gets harassed because of his skin, the way he talks, the way he looks, and it gets even worse when he starts talking to Max. His parents worry that one day, he won't come home.

Max couldn't hate life more. She's always angry, and it's all her moms fault. Her mom decided that Neil Hargrove was a good man, but it led to a life of absolute fucking pain. Billy was angry with her, for what - she didn't know. Neil was a drunk, he'd drink and drink for hours, using bottles as weapons against everyone else in the house. She saw the same hatred in Mike Wheeler, which caused her to lash out at him, but she knew it wasn't his fault, it was their parents.

Jane's mom couldn't properly care for her, something about a neurological disease that would get worse as the years passed. So she was given up to a foster home. Poor Jane was young, ad could hardly speak, let alone know her own name, so the man, Brenner, didn't care to know names. Jane, now Eleven, didn't know how she got there, or why, but she grew up believing her mother hated her, until she ran away after the oldest kid there snapped.

Steve never knew what his parents were like. They were always away. They'd bring back snow globes from every state airport in the country, but that's all he knew about them. He started to act out so he could possibly get their attention. He stopped once he finally saw something he hadn't noticed before. Jonathan wasn't flinching when he hit. He was just as bad as any old abuser. He tried to turn himself around, he really did. He had to change, especially after seeing Dustin, Lucas and Mike being thrown around by Billy.

Robin knew she never had it easy. She grew up in the trailer parks after her mom and dad lost their jobs ad had to find somewhere else. Her parents jumped between jobs for a long time, and once Robin was old enough, they gave her an old hand me down bike and set her on her way. She knew life was even harder after she discovered her undeniable crush on Tammy Thompson. She would be a town pariah if anyone found out.

Nancy on the other hand, was a town pariah. Her home was the least of her problems. She was humiliated by a man, by several men. Steve Harrington and Tommy Hagan calling her a slut, her own father accusing her of being a whore, and her employers objectifying her at every chance they could get. Nancy felt just like an object for the pleasure of men, so she started learning to defend herself, wanting to be her own woman, but too afraid to deep down.

Jonathan always pushed back how he felt for his mom and brother. Joyce was a struggling woman, and Will was so young, he didn't want his brother to feel like the world was so cold and dark, so he took more hits for the both of them. He took hits from Steve and Tommy, he wanted to keep everyone else safe so he took hits.

Things aren't happy in Hawkins, but we can certainly pretend.

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Wait For You? | Chapter 3

(The Year Everything Flipped Upside Down Masterlist)

—You've got your passion, you've got your pride But don't you know that only fools are satisfied? Dream on, but don't imagine they'll all come true, ooh When will you realize Vienna waits for you? — —Billy Joel

People race into the gym as Y/n stands with the cheerleaders shouting their chants as they warm up for the game. Y/n takes in her surroundings, she sees Nancy Wheeler standing near the corner with two of her Hawkins Newspaper classmates, she looks further to her right and sees Robin in her band uniform standing next to Vickie, And coming in from behind Nancy, Steve with his date, Brenda.

“Everyone please rise for our national anthem.” everyone from behind her raises from their spots on the bleachers. “Singing for us tonight, we have a very special guest. All the way from Nashville, our very own, Tammy Thompson.”

Y/n doesn’t mean to but she snorts, only loud enough for Chrissy to hear from next to her, the blonde nudges her with her elbow. Tammy comes in with a pastel pink dress, with white boots, and a white jacket. Y/n looks behind her with a bewildered look, making eye contact with Robin and then Steve, they both hold the same expression. 

Then it starts, an off key, muppet sounding, national anthem. Y/n laughs to herself silently, she looks to the basketball team who was lined up to their left. She sees Lucas glancing behind him looking toward an empty spot on the bleachers, she doesn't know why he looks but she has a gut feeling that it has something to do with his friends. Who she knows for a fact are down the hall in the drama room.

As the opening tip plays, we win the ball as we dribble up court. And at seven minutes and fifty three seconds Hawkins high shoots the first goal and scores. “Push ‘em back, defense, push ‘em back…”

The cheerleaders drone on as Y/n looks around the room spotting Nancy writing on her notepad and Jason pointing to Chrissy when he walks back down the court.

As the game goes on and on and on. Jason seems angrier, sure there was an injury and a foul that definitely wasn't theirs but still. Calm the fuck down, dude.

And then it gets fun, Lucas Sinclair is in the game.

As Jason calls a time-out, Y/n is just in ear shot that she can hear Jason arguing about taking the winning shot. And at this point Y/n wants to go home, she’s got work in the morning.

But Jason misses. As the players jump to get the ball for a rebound, it lands in Lucas’ hands, he pivots and gets a free shot.

Two seconds

He raises to shoot.

One.

He lets it go, and as the buzzer sounds when the ball is headed for the basket. It seems to go in slow motion as it circles the edges of the rim. It leaves the edge of the rim, hits the backboard… and goes in!

The team circles Lucas as the cheerleaders go to jump with the team along with Y/n. She doesn’t care that they won but she couldn’t be prouder of Lucas, they both make eye contact after they hug and she smiles while she winks at him.

And then Lucas is lifted into the air in celebration.

As everyone in the gym slowly files out, Y/n makes her way towards the drama room, she only has to wait a few minutes before they’re all rushing out in excitement, they barely even notice she’s there.

“Woah, you wanna walk home, Henderson?” Y/n raises her eyebrows, he had the biggest smile plastered onto his face. “‘m guessing the campaign went well?”

“Yes! It did!” He starts gushing about his adventures of the night before stopping himself to ask. “Wait, how was the game?”

“It was good, actually! Lucas made the winning shot, pretty proud of that kiddo.”

“I’ve gotta tell you what Erica did!” As he droned on about their campaign Y/n replied after he told her about the roll.

“Sounds like a pretty good night for the Sinclair siblings, huh?” she hummed as she wrapped her arm around Dustin’s shoulder, before she continued walking to the door she looked back to the others. “Anyone else need a ride? Mike? Erica?”

They both shook their heads, “Oh, Mike before I forget I have a christmas and birthday present in my car for Jonathan, El’, and Will. Would you give it to them?”

He nodded. As Y/n walked out with Erica and Mike next to her and her arm around Dustin’ shoulder she didn’t notice Eddie watching her. He never knew that she’d ever known who these kids were. I guess there’s a lot you just perceive about a person.

“Wait? Who the hell is Vecna?”

“Y/n…” She heard his voice, she’d heard it so many times before. His voice is different, dark, deeper, angrier. “You can run, but you know you can’t hide from me.”

Her breathing shook as she looked around, she could go to the exit doors, but that’s where everyone is, she’d be leading him straight where they are. Or she could make a run for it, past him up the stopped escalators to maybe a shop where she could hide.

Her mind was still fuzzy from earlier when  she was dosed with the others underground, she’s lost a lot of blood, her left eye is almost swollen shut, her lip is tingly, and her legs are just so so tired. She’s tired of running. So tired.

She can hear footsteps coming closer, she doesn’t have a choice she’s trapped one way or the other, so she turns and runs, past him all the way up the stairs, but he’s hot on her tail, she only makes it half up the stairs before he grabs onto her shirt and pulls her down, dragging her as she screams, this is it. This is how she dies. Alone. With him. And utterly alone.

He drags her down the stairs as she kicks and tries to pry his arms away from her.

“You’ve gotten stronger since we’ve last fought.” he speaks of a memory from Halloween. Once they get back to the main level he turns her over so she’s on her back, facing him. His eyes are different, darker, his face, angry, angrier than she’s ever seen before. He brings his face close to her’s, his hair falling around them, enclosing them. She takes a deep breath, she tries to raise her arms but he has her pinned on the ground. “Don’t worry, try to be very still, it’ll be over soon.”

“Please…” she whimpers, then before she can do anything else…

She’s gasping for air as she opens her eyes. Then she closes them just to reopen, she’s at home, in her bed, it's 1986 not ‘85. It’s March, not July.

It’s also seven thirty in the morning, she has to get ready for work.

She doesn't put any makeup on, she doesn’t have the energy. All she does is put on her jeans and a dark green crew neck over a simple tee. Her head killing her again, she carries her shoes down the stairs along with her bag and vest, she takes two pills to help calm down the pain. Her vision is still blurry, but she puts her on the edge of the sink until the pin seems to dull and her vision becomes clear again.

She quickly puts her shoes on as she puts a piece of bread in the toast, she thinks to herself that she wants to bake something tonight, she mentally makes a checklist of things she needs to get at the store on her way back home from work.

Cookies she decides, cookies fix everything.

The drive isn’t long to work, Steve opened and Robin came thirty minutes after that then another thirty minutes her. On her drive she seems to be auto-pilot, she’s made the drive so many times throughout the school year that she doesn’t even notice when she arrives. She’s racking her mind, it’s been a while since she’s had a dream about that day.

But before she knows it, she pulls up to Family Video for her shift. She grabs her purse and vest, she slowly puts it on as she walks across the parking lot to the door. It’s a little awkward over her crew neck but it’s kind of a winding day so she deals with it.

When Y/n walks in from the door all she hears is: “I’m hopeless.”

“Eh. we both are.” Steve agrees.

“I have to agree on that.” she says as she makes herself known to the pair.

“Like you have some big love interest we don’t know about?” Steve raises a questioning eyebrow.

“When did you start talking about love?” Y/n asks, she has no idea what conversation she just walked in on. “Wait, is this where you both say you’re hopelessly in love with me and of course I could never possibly choose for I accept both of your proposals.”

“Yes.” Robin dead-panned.

“Oh!” Y/n cheered, “I want a fall wedding, how ‘about you Stevie.” she puts her hands up to her chest then looks at it as though admiring her ring finger.

“Oh but, what if we could just, like, combine.”

“Combine?” Y/n and Steve both wondered aloud. Y/n was now across from them sitting on the glass display case as they were leaned up against the wall.

“No, think about it, I know exactly what I want, and I’ve found the girl of my dreams, but I just can’t get the courage to ask her out.”

Steve just hums along as Robin continues. “Meanwhile, you go on a million dates and you have no idea what you want.”

“Mhm.” 

“So if we just combine, all our problems would be solved.” Steve makes a gasp-like noise of understanding. “Because I mean, alone, let’s face it…”

“We totally suck.”

“Totally and utterly.” She looks away. “Oh, I think I found our morning movie.”

As she literally scurries away, Y/n says, “Hey, It’s my day!”

“Doctor Zhivago.” Y/n just hums.

“Ugh, you know I don’t do double VHS.” Steve dismisses.

“But it’s about doomed love.”

“Well that’s relatable.”

“precisely.”  she turns and makes her way around the counter, “Also Julie Christie is like b-b-bonkers hot in this. Like seriously, the most beautiful creature I have ever seen in my life.” 

Robin grabs the remote to put in the tape “We’re in Forest Hills trailer park in east Roane County.” a reporter speaks on TV. Y/n swirls around so that she’s facing the TV still on the counter. “We don’t have a lot of details right now, but we can confirm that a body of a Hawkin High student was discovered early this morning. The police have not yet released a name…”

All Y/n can think is, Max…

Chrissy.

“Holy shit.” Steve says.

Y/n can’t breathe, she stumbles off the counter and makes her way to the TV, “Although we are told they are currently in the process of notifying the family.”

The reporter goes on to talk about all the things that has happened in the town for the past few years. “Do you-” Y/n tries to find it in herself to speak her next words, “Do you think it has something to do with- with-”

“I can’t be, right?” Steve looks to her, “The Gate’s closed. Isn’t it?”

“It’s been opened again before.” Y/n spins her ring around her finger again, she’s made it a nervous habit. “It can’t be max, right?”

“No.” Robin dismisses, “We don’t know them, the person, don’t worry unless we have something to worry about.”

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Marlene Carver, Daughter of Jason Carver and Tammy Thompson;

Trigger warnings; underage drinking, one night stands, and tattoos.

Her full name is Marlene Christine Carver.

She is fifteen years old.

She is the daughter of Tammy Thompson and Jason Carver (and the result of a grief-filled, one night stand a couple years after Chrissy died).

This resulted in a loveless (but cordial, friendly) marriage because Jason knew he was never gonna be able to move on from Chrissy (he was right) and Tammy didn’t care who she married as long as she was married (so her parents would stop asking pushy questions).

Her best friend is thirteen year old Marshall ‘Flex’ Hagan. 

Marlene is a cheerleader and one of the most popular girls in school. 

She also does ballet and is a big fan of pop and country music (as well as musicals).

She loves farming, shopping, gardening, and singing (and she is a good singer but thinks otherwise because she thinks that her mother is a good singer).

Oh and she’s also a total foodie (despite sucking at cooking) and a theater kid. 

She is an only child and her parents’ pride and joy (even though Laura Cunningham went all nutty and kept calling her ‘her grandbaby’ and called Tammy a ‘evil child stealing homewrecker’ to everyone who would listen). 

Marlene is also slightly religious and is a perfect example of ‘looks like a cinnamon roll and is a cinnamon roll.’

She is an angry crier.

She has a crush on Nova Bingham.

She is good at turning pitchforks and other gardening tools into weapons and actually manages to look intimidating while wielding them. 

Her favorite musicians are Taylor Swift, Rodney Atkins, and Kelsea Ballerini.

She also resembles Chrissy quite a bit at first glance which confuses the fuck out of people. 

Marlene has a higher alcohol tolerance than Zane Callahan but none of the upside down crew’s kids are gonna admit that because none of them want to explain WHY they know that. 

She is surprisingly fast—even when barefoot or in heels—and is basically a human furnace for her friends because she is naturally warm. Not that she minds because she likes cuddles.

She swears like a sailor but only her friends know that. 

She is a sweetheart and graceful and polite but has been known to make bullies cry. 

Also one time when the group got drunk while their parents were away, Marlene and Marshall ended up with matching tattoos and the entire group has sworn to take that secret to their graves because they don’t want to deal with the wraith of the Carvers and the Hagans. 

Marshall is the closest thing to a sibling she has.

She grew up getting horseback lessons and is very well versed in taking care of horses and getting them to listen to her.

And she has an extensive collection of stuffed animals—especially the mini ones. She loves them and cannot get enough of them.

These headcanons take place in my Stranger Things au 'Cats in the Cradle'. In that au, Tommy and Carol are left to raise Steve's four infant children with the help of the Upside Down Crew, Steve's half brother, Steve's younger cousin, and their collective families.

Also Marlene loves her name and really wishes people would stop comparing her to Chrissy.

She is one of the last of the older teen's kids to find out about the upside down.

In that au, Jason and Eddie live. Max is less seriously injured.

Phil Callahan is Steve's older half brother.And Chrissy, her brother, and Fred Benson were Steve's cousins.

Oh and Steve hooked up with one of his pre-nancy girlfriends and after his death she found herself pregnant with quads that Steve never got to meet.

Hope that clears up any confusion regarding these ocs and headcanons.