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heavencasteel420 · 1 year ago

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Definitely director's commentary that you would have for Tonight, tonight the highways bright

Thank you for your ask! I figure I'll talk about how I introduce Nancy and Jonathan in the first few paragraphs of their respective first chapters.

Under the cut: discussion of the first couple of chapters of the story, including of a sexual relationship between a seventeen-year-old and a thirty-seven-year-old who's also his boss.

Nancy

Before Nancy had started dating Steve, she’d assumed that all parties were like in the movies: wild and free and full of possibilities. Barb had laughed at her when she’d talked like that. Even the most popular kids, she’d said, seemed to do nothing but drink cheap beer and screw in the backseats of cars. Not exactly glamorous.

Of course, Barb had been right. Nancy had been to a handful of parties like that—pretty much all of them thrown by Tina Cline, who planned them like battle campaigns—but most of the time you were lucky if the beer was cold, you had a dry place to sit, and nobody there actively hated you.

Nancy's chapter, of course, begins with Barb, and an early-high-school memory of thinking that there had to be an amazing party happening somewhere, if only they could be invited. Her disappointment at the reality isn't a big deal by itself--plenty of parties are just kind of whatever--but Barb's opinion hangs over everything, and Nancy is dismissive even of the parties that are objectively enjoyable. She's just not in a place where she can see the good in things.

Case in point: tonight, she and Steve and Carol and Tommy were driving out to the old Byers place to get loaded and see if the Ouija board was still painted on the wall. On a Saturday night. And three out of four of them were seniors. They were supposed to be having more fun than anyone in this dead town, and this was the best they could come up with.

Nancy is also so angry and so brittle that, even though she knows how gross this activity is, it doesn't occur to her to suggest something else or beg off. I also wanted to establish very quickly that nobody is living at the Byers house and make the reader wonder where they all are.

To make matters worse, Steve’s parents had, in a rare gesture at discipline, taken his BMW away for the weekend because he’d flunked a chemistry test. Which was bullshit, because they ignored Steve doing worse stuff all the time, and she knew for a fact that Steve had at least tried to study, but more to the point, they were all stuck cruising around Hawkins in Tommy’s pickup. Which meant that Tommy and Carol and Steve were all crammed into the bench seat up front, and she was folded up in the jump seat.

My vision of Steve and Nancy's relationship for this fic kind of came from the horror movie Midsomar, where the grief-stricken heroine clings to her disinterested boyfriend because she's too numb and depressed to move on. Steve is just canonically not as much of a dick as the boyfriend in that movie, so he's really trying to be a good boyfriend to Nancy, but he's still way in over his head and internally a little uneasy about their relationship. Nancy, for her part, does care about Steve. She notices that the academic part of school is genuinely pretty miserable for him, and she feels indignant on his behalf that his parents are being unfair and unhelpful. Yet, emotionally, she can't truly connect with him.

“You okay back there, Wheeler?” Tommy asked, grinning broadly in the rearview mirror. He was obviously embarrassed by the truck, a rusted veteran of actual farm labor belonging to his grandfather, and he’d been needling her all night to compensate. “Got enough room to stretch out those looong legs?”

I see the Hagans as being farther down the social scale than the Harringtons (who are high society by Hawkins standards) or Carol's family (I headcanon that her dad is a doctor, so not as flashy as Steve's folks but very respectable). They're not poor or struggling, but they're more working-class and things are less fancy. Because Steve, Tommy, and Carol are the kinds of friends who make fun of each other, Tommy knows it's possible they'll go in on the truck. He likes Nancy a little bit more than she believes--they have some overlapping defense mechanisms and he has an appreciation of her more unhinged moments--but they're in the habit of picking at each other and he does think she's kind of a bummer a lot of the time.

Nancy had come prepared for this, of course. “This” meaning both Tommy’s dumb jokes, and the shitty twelve-pack of Miller stowed inches from her feet on the floorboard. She drank from her flask: a birthday present from Steve, filled with bourbon from her parents’ liquor cabinet. Her dad was a Scotch man, and fell asleep after very little of it, and her mom preferred wine. They wouldn’t miss it until Christmas, which was about six weeks away.

Steve got her that flask and was kind of like "is my girlfriend a sophisticated party girl, or does she have a problem?" But he didn't know what to do with the second possibility, so he ignored it.

“I’m doing great,” she said, completely deadpan. “This is a great truck, Tommy. So comfortable.”

Nancy's not afraid to be a Mean Girl among Mean Girls! Part of this is just a way of adapting to her clique, but this kind of sarcasm is also more comfortable for her than more sincere forms of interaction.

Jonathan

Gloria’s side of the bed was empty when Jonathan bolted awake from a dream about the old house, almost an hour before his alarm was set to go off. The room looked unfamiliar for his first few seconds of consciousness: the blue roses climbing up the wallpaper, the white wicker rocking chair piled high with discarded blouses and slacks, the gold-framed Sears portrait of Gloria’s daughter Sherry in her Easter dress on the vanity. He’d woken up to the same view for the past six months, but on mornings like these it still felt like waking into another dream.

I wanted to establish a few things here.

First, Jonathan is living with a girlfriend, not his dad, and she is way, way too old for him. She has a name that peaked in popularity in the late 1940s; she wears blouses and slacks; and she has a daughter. This isn't just a case of him, say, meeting a twenty-year-old at work and connecting over common interests; this woman is old enough to be his mother, she has way more life experience than he does, and they don't actually have much in common.

Second, the apartment is a pleasant space. It's not super-fancy, but Gloria has chosen a soothing color scheme and has obtained some basic working-class luxuries. This a relief to Jonathan, who is coming off of months of sleeping in Lonnie's dirty house, a hospital bed, or his own deteriorating home with Joyce.

Third, the apartment cannot be trusted. It feels unreal to Jonathan at first and, although that's caused by his nightmare, he's also not really safe there. Gloria is exploiting him emotionally, sexually, and financially, and she won't even keep Lonnie out.

Fourth, he's having repeated nightmares about the house back in Hawkins. He's doing better than he was a few months ago, but he's still not doing great.

He felt the sheets where Gloria had slept, soft and still warm, until his heartbeat slowed and the room began to look real again in the gray morning light. Then he rose from the bed and padded into the kitchen, where Gloria stood at the counter, drinking a cup of coffee. She was already dressed, in an orange blouse and pleated brown slacks, with her flossy yellow curls held back with a tortoiseshell clip.

“Do you like it?” she asked, turning to smile at him. She fluffed her hair. “I was trying to copy Princess Diana.”

Princess Diana would have given birth to Prince Harry a couple months before this chapter takes place, so she would have been very present in magazines at the time. Gloria's imitating one of her longer-haired moments, post-shag but pre-High-1980s-Big-Hair.

“You look nicer,” Jonathan said sincerely.

Gloria didn’t look much like Princess Diana, any more than he resembled Michael J. Fox. She was thirty-seven to Diana’s twenty-three, and short and sturdy where Diana was tall and angular. Even her blonde hair clearly came from a bottle. But he preferred her sunny, laugh-lined face, the kindest he’d known in Indianapolis. Diana looked so bored and uncomfortable in photographs, anyway; Jonathan always thought of “Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now” when he saw her face in the magazines that covered the coffee table. Maybe she’d like the Smiths if she heard them.

Jonathan doesn't kid himself that the age difference isn't significant, but he is not very clear-eyed at all about other aspects of the situation. He feels like the oldest seventeen-year-old in the world after his experiences, not someone who needs protection, even though his grief and trauma and unstable material circumstances make him more vulnerable, not less. The good news is that he's feeling better enough to take an interest in music again, which is a fairly new development for him.

Gloria giggled and reached out for him, catching him around the waist and pulling him close enough to smell her orange-blossom perfume. He leaned down and kissed her scarlet-lipsticked mouth.

“You’re way too sweet,” she told him, as he pulled away. “Are you hungry?”

“Not yet,” he said. He went over to the kitchen table and took a seat. “I’ll eat something at school.”

“Oatmeal Creme Pies are not a breakfast food just because they have oatmeal in them,” she teased.

This is supposed to be really uncomfortable because (kissing aside) it's reminiscent of Jonathan and Joyce's breakfast interaction early in S3. Not that caring whether someone eats breakfast is the exclusive province of mothers, but she is old enough to be his mother and he almost certainly wouldn't be living with her if he had even one parent looking out for him.

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findroleplay · 1 year ago

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FANDOM: Stranger Things // THE PLOT // imagine supernatural and mythical creatures you hear about in stories, and see in film, actually existed all over the world. beings like vampires, werewolves, witches, fairies, mermaids, and more everywhere you turn. you'd imagine some wouldn't get along with their differences and stereotypes humans have forced them to fit into for thousands of years.

now imagine a small town that didn't believe in those stereotypes. a town where all different kinds of beings coexist and try their best to find understanding. some wouldn't believe in such a city, with the way the world is today.

  out in bigger cities it's a fight just to survive, most humans not accepting of other kinds. but if you haven't heard of it, then you've never been to hawkins. the town thrived on their diversity, the way everyone tried their best to get along and understand the others. working together to build a great community and stick together with a world around them that vowed to hate each other. martin brenner saw sight of that, and as a scientist with a curious mind on how he could take advantage of the abilities some of these creatures had -- decided to set a reward. calling any hunters to come to this town and capture creatures he could do studies on. it wasn't his fault he was born unlucky, and he believes anyone should have the right to have the advantage in this world. as of now, friends and family are disappearing without a trace -- and the citizens of hawkins are starting to grow worried something more could be going on. they're not sure what, but they've now started to watch their backs. 

 this is the end is a supernatural/mythical creature stranger things au where all the characters are different species. it's set in modern time and revolves around the older teens now navigating life as young adults. whether they've found the town for solace, or have been there their whole life. while as well, trying their best to not be a statistic as another creature to go missing from the town. can they figure out the reasonings behind this? or will their small population only grow smaller?

// MORE INFO // we have pre-selected creatures and have created bios for the open characters, this can be changed upon request. for the other roles you will get to decide on the creature, and we will create the bio for you. -tupper box is mandatory (if you're unfamiliar I can teach you!) -members are allowed to play as many characters as they can handle -hunters are npc's unless you would prefer to play your character as one -only accepting the older teens. (fc changes are accepted per admin approval) -OC's are allowed, but need to be run by the admins first. -if interested, please one or both admins on discord! djoekeery and youreonyourownkid. (with the period)

// ORIGINAL CHARACTERS // [TAKEN] chrissy, robin [OPEN] steve, eddie, billy, jonathan, argyle, gareth, vickie, heather, nancy [OTHER CHARACTERS] tommy, carol, jason, barb, eden, etc.

#rp #roleplay #stranger things rp

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findyourrp · 1 year ago

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// ORIGINAL CHARACTERS // [TAKEN] chrissy, robin [OPEN] steve, eddie, billy, jonathan, argyle, gareth, vickie, heather, nancy [OTHER CHARACTERS] tommy, carol, jason, barb, eden, etc.

#18+ rp #rp finder #fandom rp #fandom roleplay #stranger things rp

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 8 months ago

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Dancing in the Moonlight

A Stedancy fanfiction based on the Breakfast Club

Nancy wasn't sure how she got detention. It was Carol who had started it. . .talking shit about Barb. Nancy had seen red, and the next thing she had known, she was beating the shit out of Carol. Carol had fought back, but somehow, she had escaped getting in trouble, running away yet again before the teachers had seen her face. Anyway, there she was, walking into the library to serve her detention on a Saturday, no less. Principal Higgins told her she should be grateful that she didn't get more time or expelled, but because of what happened with Miss Holland, they were letting her off easy.

"Asshole," she muttered under her breath.

Nancy was surprised when she saw Steve sitting at the table. His bruises were starting to fade from when Jonathan beat the shit out of him, but he also had new ones.

"Are you here to study, or is Nancy Wheeler actually in detention?" Steve asked in disbelief.

"Carol," she explained as she sat down next to him.

"Hm, Tommy," Steve said.

"Did they have a meeting to talk about who's going to take who?" Nancy asked.

"Probably. I just wanted Tommy to stop fucking with Jonathan," Steve said.

"He was messing with Jonathan?" Nancy asked.

Just as Steve was about to open his mouth to say something else, Principal Higgins came dragging Eddie Munson in. He tossed Eddie into the chair next to Steve.

"I keep telling you that she wanted me to clean her classroom so I could use it for Hellfire!" Eddie exclaimed.

"Her locked door that you tried to break into says otherwise. Now, you three are going to stay here, and you will write an essay on how sorry you are for your rotten behavior. Am I clear?" Higgins asked.

"Crystal," they said in unison, and Eddie cackled.

Higgins glared at Eddie before walking out the library door and locking the door behind him.

"Why would he bother locking the door? Didn't he catch you picking a lock?" Steve asked.

"Excellent point, King Steve," Eddie grinned.

"I hate that nickname," Steve said.

"It seems a touch better than the Hair," Eddie said.

"I mean, it's true, I do have hair, so is it really an insult?" Steve asked.

"You got me. . .okay, what is Nancy Wheeler in for?" Eddie asked. "I assume you got into a fight. . .wait, was it with each other?"

"No," Nancy said, rolling her eyes. "Carol Perkins is a bitch."

"I heard you two went a few rounds in the hallway," Eddie said. "Didn't believe it, but judging by the shiner, I guess it's true."

"It's my fault. They're pissed at me," Steve said. "And they're taking it out on both of us, on Jonathan too."

"Well, that's petty of them. You had every right to walk away," Nancy said. "They're assholes."

"I should have done it a long time ago," Steve said. "I just kept waiting for him to be the same old Tommy again, like when we were kids. Then he left me for this summer camp his dad wanted him to go to and he came back with a girlfriend. He was just this asshole. He didn't even want to cuddle anymore."

"You and Hagan cuddled?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah," Steve said. "Don't you cuddle and share the bed with your friends?"

"No," Eddie said, said looking at him oddly. "Not with my friends."

"I used to cuddle with Barb all the time," Nancy said.

"That's different," Eddie said, and then he looked at her. "Or maybe it's not."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Nancy asked.

"Boy, you two are a lot more interesting than I thought you'd be," Eddie said, flashing his dimples.

"You know, maybe we should get to work on this essay," Nancy said.

"Where's the fun in that?" He asked.

"It's not supposed to be. It's our punishment," Nancy replied.

"Please, we have plenty of time. Higgins is always busy during this time. It's the only time Higgins can fuck his secretary without his wife finding out," Eddie said.

"Bullshit," Steve scoffed. "You're making this up."

"Well, come on, I'll show you, big boy," Eddie winked. "You're welcome to come too, princess."

"No, thank you," Nancy scoffed. "And don't call me princess."

"Ah, come on, you don't want to find out if I'm right or not?" He asked. "Not even a little curious? Come on, we'll be back before you know it. They take a nap on his couch right after, and they're pretty much out for a long time."

"Here's a question: Why don't you just leave?" Steve asked.

"Where's the fun in that when I can run around the place like I own it? Plus I like to leave little presents in people's lockers," Eddie said and then paused, wincing. "Which is how I inadvertently got you together."

"What?" Nancy and Steve asked.

"Okay. So, I put a note in your locker, and I put a note in yours but turns out neither one of the lockers was the right one," Eddie said. "Instead of the people I was hoping for, you two waltzed into the library and assumed that you two were each other's secret admirers. It wasn't even supposed to be like that. These two assholes had assumed that I sold drugs, so I had to mess with them."

"Why would they assume that?" Steve asked.

"Because I'm pretty sure that my father is friends with Reefer Rick and they just assume that it's going to be in my future. . .which they're probably right," Eddie said. "I haven't gotten that desperate yet, though."

"So, you put the notes in our lockers?" Nancy asked in amusement. "I was wondering why your handwriting suddenly changed."

"I was wondering why yours changed," Steve blinked rapidly.

"And neither thought to ask each other about it," Eddie said, laughing. "Excellent detective skills. . .you should join the force."

"You know what? Let's go," Nancy scowled.

Eddie laughed after them and hurried to the locked door, pulling a bobby pin out of his hair, shaking his hair like he was doing a sexy modeling shoot. He winked at them and then stuck out his tongue as he went to unlock the door. Nancy stared at this man. She wasn't sure what to think of him. His energy was that of a puppy who might have gotten into the sugar. He was wild, and his limbs moved as if they weren't totally attached to his body. His wide brown eyes were cute and earnest with cute dimples to match. Nancy could tell that Steve liked him, too.

"Voila!" Eddie exclaimed. "Yeah, he definitely shouldn't have left me alone with you two. I'm going to corrupt you before the day is over. You two need a little spice in your relationship, anyway."

Eddie wrapped his arms around the both of them, leading them down the empty hallway.

"Yeah, we're not really together," Steve muttered.

"Aw. . .why not?" he asked. "After all that hard work that I did?"

"What work?" Nancy asked. "It was an accident."

"Yeah, I totally messed it all up," Steve shrugged.

"Is it because of what happened at the Hawk?" Eddie asked. "Yeah, everyone heard about that. Nancy the Slut Wheeler. Hey, do you want to switch nicknames because I think I might actually prefer that over freak?"

"Seriously?" she asked.

"Okay, big thing about asshole bullies is that it takes away some of their power if you laugh with them and you make them more uncomfortable than they made you. I wear the mantle of freak proudly and I actually like it," Eddie said.

"Yeah, but slut. . ." Nancy trailed.

"Is a word that misogynistic assholes made up to make women feel bad about enjoying sex as much as men do," Eddie said. "Wear it proudly, and they'll eventually realize that it can't hurt you. They're going to use it, anyway, might as well make it more uncomfortable for them, but that's your choice. . .just like you choosing to sleep with Harrie here."

"You are NOT calling me that," Steve scowled.

"Powers all in the game, baby," Eddie smirked. "It only bothers you if you let it. . .sweetheart."

"Okay, you're doing this on purpose," Steve blushed and then paused. "So. . .like, I don't think I ever had a problem with people calling me something, not like it bothered you. Jesus, maybe I should just bully myself then. . .just to make it even."

"I'll be your bully, big boy," Eddie said, squeezing his shoulder. "I'll call you all sorts of names."

"Steve, you more than made up for what happened at the Hawk," Nancy said. "You don't need to apologize for it, anymore. Besides, Tommy and Carol were the ones who spray painted those words."

"Yeah, but I didn't stop them," Steve said.

"Steve, you did so much for me and Jonathan," Nancy said softly. "You saved our lives from the . . . wild dog. It was rabid and it would have killed us."

"Damn, you did that?" Eddie asked.

"She also saved us, too," Steve said. "She's badass."

"Really?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, I mean, she also almost took my head off," Steve said.

"Heat of the moment," Nancy said teasingly. "And you almost deserved it."

Nancy peered around Eddie, gazing at Steve with her eyes twinkling.

"Okay, you guys have to stop being so cute," he grinned. "Also, turn down this hallway and out this door. Higgins does not keep the blinds all the way closed."

Eddie turned them down the hallway and out of the door that led outside. He led them to a window with slightly opened blinds. He pushed them down and guided their eyes to the fornication that was happening in Higgins' office.

"Oh my god!" Nancy exclaimed.

"Jesus!" Steve said.

"Yeah, it's horrible, isn't it?" Eddie asked.

"Why are they doing it in that position?" Nancy asked. "It looks so uncomfortable."

"Apparently, Higgins likes it like that," he replied.

"It doesn't look like she does," Steve said. "Yeah, she's definitely faking."

"What the hell are we doing here?" Nancy asked. "We shouldn't be looking at this. . .but I can't look away."

"It's like a train wreck," he said. "Plus, someone needs to know when they fall asleep."

"But why is she letting him do that if she doesn't like it?" Nancy asked.

"It's all about power, Wheeler," Eddie said. "The thrill that she gets from this is that he's in a position of power and she's using that to make her feel special. Even more special is if she's doing something that he won't do with his wife. . .she gets off on it."

"This feels like an animal documentary," Steve said.

"Not even animals would do it like that," Eddie cackled.

"I'm sorry but I can't look at this anymore," Nancy laughed and slid down against the wall. "Tell me when it's over. Hey, would this be enough to get him fired?"

"Probably," Eddie said. "But we have no proof. I doubt anyone would believe even you."

Steve slid down next to Nancy, who smiled at him.

"This is weird," Nancy said and he laughed.

"By the way, you pay up, Wheeler, I was right!" Eddie exclaimed.

"We didn't make a bet, Munson," she said in amusement.

"Damn," he cursed. "Okay! They're done. They're now lying down. Let's go fuck shit up."

"Or we could work on the essay," Nancy said.

"You're only young once, Wheeler. How many times are you going to run around the school and cause chaos without worrying about the consequences?" Eddie asked and bent down to her level. "Live a little, Nancy."

Eddie held out his hand, and she stared at it before looking up at him.

"What can we put in Carol's locker?" Nancy asked.

"There she is," Eddie cackled as she took his head. "Come on, Harrie."

Eddie grabbed his hand and dragged them back inside. They followed him to a locker that was obviously Eddie's. It had a warning in the front: Beware all Ye Who Enter Here. He dropped their hands, popping open the locker as he winked at them.

"This guy thinks he's the Fonz," Steve said to Nancy and she laughed.

"Please, I'm nowhere near as cool," Eddie said, grinning. "Okay. . .what do you think? Fake spider or fake snake?"

"Oh, definitely go for the snake. Carol is afraid of snakes," Steve said.

"Okay, show us the way to her locker, my liege," Eddie said, bowing to Steve.

"Don't do that," Steve said, and Nancy giggled.

Steve showed Eddie Carol's locker, and they watched as Eddie figured out the combination. Nancy thought it was cute that Eddie poked his tongue out whenever he was doing something like that. Steve clearly thought so, too. Nancy enjoyed the way Steve blushed when Eddie called him by a nickname like baby or sweetheart. She wasn't sure what was going on here, but something about it felt right. Finally, Eddie got the locker open and held out the fake snake for Nancy.

"You want to do the honors, princess?" Eddie asked.

"Don't call me that," Nancy said, but there wasn't any heat behind her words.

"Alright. . .slut then," Eddie said and Nancy laughed.

"Freak," she said affectionately.

She grabbed the snake from Eddie and placed it in Carol's locker. She giggled as she closed the door and locked it back.

"Nancy Wheeler, official menace to society," Eddie said.

"Do I win anything?" Nancy teased, and he laughed.

Eddie flashed his dimples at her before pulling a rainbow pin off of his vest and pinned it to her jacket.

"You'll figure it out when you figure it out," Eddie said patting the pin.

"What?" Nancy and Steve asked.

"Just keep walking down that road, man, you'll get there eventually," Eddie said.

"You're annoyingly cryotic," Steve said. "I can't figure you out."

"Isn't that the fun of it?" Eddie asked, throwing his arm around Steve. "Life is just full of surprises. For instance, I thought you two were going to be a lot more scarier."

"Yeah, we thought the same thing," Nancy said.

"Well, that figures. . .and it's not very surprising considering I enjoy scaring the shit out of people," Eddie said.

"Ally didn't appreciate it when you jumped out of the closet as she was about to go to the bathroom," Nancy said.

"I just like to keep people on their toes," Eddie said. "Anyway, Steve. . .let's do something wild and crazy."

"I don't know, it seems like you've done some pretty wild and crazy things. What haven't you done?" Steve asked.

"I haven't played basketball, that would be pretty fucking wild," Eddie said.

"Well, first time for everything," Steve grinned.

This time, it was Steve grabbing Eddie and Nancy's hands, leading them towards the gym. Eddie whistled and tilted his head.

"Nice view," Eddie said, and Nancy laughed.

"Shut up," Steve said.

Steve threw open the gym doors with a confidence that Nancy hadn't seen in a while, but it was certainly appreciated. He swaggered into the gym, Nancy was pretty sure they were both watching Steve’s hips move. Suddenly, she wondered if she was going to have to fight this guy for Steve’s affection, and she fought back a giggle at the thought.

"Alright, teach us, Master," Eddie said.

"I'm playing?" Nancy asked.

"Can't leave you out. I want to see your moves," Steve said as he grabbed a basketball.

Eddie grinned, grabbing his vest and his jacket. He did it in one fluid, quick motion. He took them both off, slipping out of them as though an invisible force had helped him out of his clothes. He was wearing a red crop top with ripped off sleeves. On his arm was a tattoo of a scary looking man holding a puppet.

"Because you're no one's puppet?" Nancy asked.

"Also, because he does move around like a marionette," Steve said with a grin.

"Fuck off," Eddie said. "That's a big word for a jock."

Steve laughed and threw the ball hard at him. Eddie managed to catch it, but it had knocked some wind out of him.

"I'm full of surprises, remember?" Steve asked.

"Well, show us how it's done, Harrie," Eddie said. "You do seem to know a thing or two about handling balls."

Nancy let out a loud snort of laughter and clapped a hand over her mouth as Eddie tossed him the ball back.

"Yeah, and you definitely seem to know how to take them," Steve said as he threw the ball to Eddie again.

"Oh, I take them very well. . .amongst other things," Eddie said, winking at Nancy. "My pretty mouth was definitely made to take it all."

"Let's play," Steve said, his face red and his eyes dark.

The next thing she knew, she was being taught by Steve the proper way to toss a ball into the basket. Nancy knew more about how to throw a ball than she let on. She just enjoyed the feel of Steve’s hands on her hips. It seems like Eddie had picked up on her trick, and she watched as he leaned further into Steve’s touch, backing up against him. Pretty soon, they were getting into playing the game. After a while, though, Eddie had to pause for a minute to catch his breath.

"That's what happens when you smoke," Nancy had taunted, and she laughed when Eddie had managed to flip her off.

"Goddamn it, this is actually fun," Eddie pouted. "I feel like Bilbo discovering he actually likes adventures. Don't tell anyone."

"Yeah, wouldn't want to ruin your precious reputation," Steve had mocked.

Once Eddie had caught his breath, he took off after him. Eddie managed to successfully catch Steve, wrapping his arms tightly around his waist. Once he had him secure, he lifted Steve up off the ground. Steve hollered.

"Yeah, I'm stronger than I look," Eddie said and spun Steve around.

"Let me go, asshole!" Steve laughed.

Eddie laughed and set Steve on the floor, smacking his ass. He glanced at Nancy, looking amused, and his smile widened.

"You're next, princess," Eddie said.

"No!" Nancy shrieked and took off.

Eddie managed to catch her and spin her like Steve. She laughed and didn't fight him too hard. Eddie ran towards Steve.

"Does this count as traveling?" Eddie asked with Nancy still in his arms.

"Oh, yeah," Steve laughed.

"What do you say?" Eddie asked. "Toss her in the basket?"

Steve nodded and moved to help boost Nancy onto their shoulders. She was laughing so hard she could barely breathe. Somehow she managed to hold onto them.

"Don't you dare!" Nancy shrieked.

"Oh, come on, you're definitely worth more points," Steve said.

"No!" Nancy said.

"The lady does not consent. . .we should release her back into the wild," Eddie said.

"I am not an animal," Nancy giggled.

"Oh, sweetheart, we're all animals," Eddie said. "Anyone who tells you otherwise is probably selling you something."

Eddie and Steve let her slide down into their arms to ease her back on the ground. Nancy found herself sandwiched between the two of them, which she found wasn't a terrible situation to be in. She slapped Steve’s chest playfully before doing the same with Eddie.

"Miss Wheeler! Mister Harrington! Mister Munson!" They heard a yell from the doorway.

Higgins was standing there, looking wide awake and rather pissed.

"Morning, sleeping beauty?" Eddie asked. "Your back okay?"

Once again, they found themselves locked inside the library. Except somehow, this time, Higgins had put something in front of the door.

"Does this seem like child abuse to you guys?" Eddie asked.

"A little bit," Nancy said.

"Let's sue!" Eddie exclaimed.

"Let's not and say we did," Steve said. "My dad would love to take people for all their worth. Wouldn't want to take money from other kids."

"Fair point," Eddie said. "Although, we could just sue Higgins and not the school."

Nancy watched in amusement as they discussed in detail how they would get back at Higgins. They ended up crashing with their heads on the table. They had played harder than she had with all the wrestling they had done. Nancy had tried really hard not to find that arousing. She had failed. Did she really try that hard, though? This detention was certainly turning out to be a lot more interesting than she thought it would be.

While they slept, Nancy pulled out a sheet of paper and a pencil. She stared at the paper, finally finding a time to work on the essay, but found she couldn't think of a thing to write. She stared at the page for a long time, tapping the eraser against the table. The adrenaline started to fade from the excitement of the day, and it really sunk in that this had been the most fun she had since Barb had been alive. Nancy couldn't help but feel guilty about that. It's not fair. . .She should be here. . .she should know how great Steve is and meet Eddie. Would she actually like them, though, or would she judge Nancy for changing just a little bit?

"This isn't you, Nance," Barb's voice whispered in her ear.

Nancy's bottom lip trembled, and a tear slipped from her eye, dropping on the blank piece of paper. Well, at least there was something on it now. She couldn't stop the tears from coming once they came. Nancy's shoulders shook, and she stuffed a knuckle into her mouth so she wouldn't wake the boys. The library was big and quiet, though. Every sob she made could be heard, and it startled Eddie awake. He quickly moved to her side.

"Hey, what's with the tears, princess?" Eddie asked.

"I miss Barb," Nancy said.

"Right, she's the one who - " Eddie started to say.

"Don't say she ran away!" Nancy yelled, startling Steve awake.

"Nance?" He asked, moving to her other side.

"She died, and they covered it up! I can't do anything about it!" Nancy sobbed. "And I had fun today. Without her and I just feel. . .I just feel so guilty. I'm here, and she's not. It doesn't make sense."

"I'm sorry," Eddie said softly.

Nancy stood up from her chair, knocking it back, and she began to pace.

"It's not fucking fair and I know we can't say anything," Nancy said. "What do I say to her parents?"

"What's stopping you?" Eddie asked. "Is it those "Department of Energy" people?"

Nancy and Steve shared a look with each other. They looked skeptically at Eddie.

"That's a really good guess," Steve said.

"Well, you have a suspicious looking building like that in Hawkins with creepy looking vans. . .well, of course, it's going to make you wonder about what's in there," Eddie said. "My uncle has all sorts of theories."

"Well, we can't tell you," Nancy sniffled.

"But you know?" He asked.

"We wish we didn't," Steve said.

"Okay. . .so if you can't tell me, then you can't tell me," Eddie shrugged. "I'm curious as hell, but I'm a big boy. . .it's fucked up that they covered up your friend's death by saying she ran away."

"She wouldn't do that," Nancy said.

"Well. . .shit. . .I'm not very good at this sort of thing. . .comforting and all that," Eddie said. "Uh, let me try. . .hold on. . .uh, fuck, just wait a minute. . . Nope. I don't know what to say."

Nancy laughed and wrapped her arms around his middle.

"Thanks for trying," Nancy whispered.

Eddie squeezed her tightly. Nancy felt Steve touch her shoulder for a moment, and she nodded, letting him know that she wanted him to join in on the hug as well. Steve wrapped his arms around the both of them, pressing his chin to the top of her head. She never felt so safe like she did just then. It was weird how she hardly knew the guy but at the same time she felt so utterly safe and comforted in his arms. She had missed Steve's touch and the warmth of his hug. It was so overwhelming, exploding all of her senses all at once. The floodgates opened and she sobbed harder than ever before.

She didn't know how to deal with Barb's death, how to deal with her absence, and she had hoped that Jonathan would be there for her. She understood, though, that his brother and his mother needed him as well. Nancy thought it was probably for the best because there was a terrible part of her that was jealous that Barb hadn't come back, but Will had. Why couldn't she have lived as well? Every time she thought of Jonathan, she thought of Will. They had him back, but why didn't she have Barb? Is it because of what she did with Steve? Is it because she had been so wrapped up in wanting to be with Steve that she had just abandoned her best friend?

"I left her there. . . All alone, and I didn't even know. I was too busy thinking about Steve. It's all I cared about, and she was left alone by the pool. Whenever I think about you, Steve, I feel guilty. I'm sorry because you don't deserve that.," Nancy cried..

"Hey, you don't deserve that either," Steve said softly. "If I did nothing wrong then you didn't do anything wrong either."

"I just don't know why," Nancy said.

"Because she's here and you're not," Eddie said. "Life is always going to find a way to screw you over, to knock you down, and really make you hate yourself. You got to find the moments to grab a slice of life and enjoy yourself. I think if she was really your best friend, she'd want you to be happy. Was there anything that you could have done?"

"I mean, if we had known . . . " Nancy trailed off.

"Was there any way for you to know?" Eddie asked.

"Not unless we saw the future," she sniffled.

"Then there's nothing that you could have done," he replied. "Did you kill her?"

"No," she said.

"Then it's not your fault," Eddie said. "Unless you being with Steve somehow caused her to magically drop dead, you couldn't have done anything about whatever happened that night."

"I don't know how to stop blaming myself," Nancy sniffled.

"It just takes time. I still blame myself for the assholes who go after my friends," Eddie said. "By association, they suffer because of me but my friend Ronnie keeps telling me that they wouldn't have a place to go if it wasn't because of me and Hellfire. I'm not sure if I believe her or not. I don't know how to stop blaming myself. I guess the only thing we can do is find something good to do with all the shit that we go through. I still haven't figure that how to do that, yet. It makes me want to run away sometimes but then I realize that if I do that, those assholes get exactly what they want."

"You have to stand your ground," Nancy whispered.

"Or stand up on lunch tables," Steve said and Nancy laughed.

"Thank you both," Nancy whispered.

"I'm here if you need me, Nance," Steve told her.

"I know," she replied.

"You know what we need to do. . .dance it out," Eddie grinned.

He ran to the librarian's desk and dove over it, knocking shit over. He popped back up, carrying a radio. He plopped it onto the desk and turned it on. He hopped off the desk and started wiggling his hips, beckoning Nancy to come over to him.

"No!" she laughed, shaking her head.

"Come on, Wheeler," Eddie said, and moved close to her, touching her forehead gently with his. "I don't think Barb would want you to forget how to live."

Nancy sighed, staring at him for a moment. She smiled and took his hand, letting him pull her into his arms. They danced wildly about the room, Nancy throwing her head back and laughing as he spun her around. She could feel Steve watching them and as Eddie dipped her, she saw how fond he looked at them both. The music stopped for a moment as the person on the radio began to speak.

"How come you aren't dancing, Steve?" Nancy asked.

"Maybe he can't dance," Eddie said and Nancy gasped mockingly.

"Oh, I can dance," Steve scoffed. "I can't definitely dance."

"Then show me your moves," Nancy said and holding out her hand.

"Dancing in the Moonlight" came on and Steve stared at her with a soft smile. He took her hand and pulled her close. Nancy smiled as she looked up at him, taking notice of the green in his eyes and how they twinkled at her. He didn't dance wildly as he did Eddie but as he moved Nancy around the room, he sang to her. Apparently, he knew the words very well. Nancy grinned as she remembered the time he sang Bob Seger to her. She had been very distracted at the time, but she had liked it. Suddenly, he was spinning her and he let her go. He took Eddie's hand and pulled him into his arms.

"Oh!" Eddie exclaimed and Nancy laughed.

She watched as Steve did the same thing with Eddie; an arm wrapped securely around his waist. Steve made sure that Nancy knew that he was putting on this show just for her. He dipped Eddie much like Eddie had dipped Nancy. All three of them ended up collapsing onto the floor, their heads touching.

"Okay. . .who drew that dick on the ceiling and how the fuck did they do that?" Steve said. "Or is this like cloud watching? Am I just seeing dicks?"

"I did that," Eddie said. "And I've got skills, baby."

"With dicks?" Nancy asked, snorting with laughter.

"Along with other things," Eddie cackled.

"Okay, let's talk about something else," Nancy said.

"I'm curious to know more about Stevie here," Eddie said.

"Oh, good, another nickname," Steve said. "What do you want to know?"

"Are your parents as charming as you are?" Eddie asked.

"I wouldn't know," Steve said.

"You do know who your parents are, right?" Eddie asked.

"I know of them," Steve said. "I know that when my parents remember that I exist, my mother is flighty, and my father is an asshole."

"You act like you live alone," he said.

"Basically. My dad's away on business all the time and my mother follows him to make sure he doesn't cheat," Steve said.

"Shit, man, that sucks," Eddie said.

"I didn't think. . .I thought maybe you were exaggerating about that," Nancy said softly. "What about Christmas, your birthday, or other holidays?"

"Well, they come home to take the Christmas card photo but they leave right before Christmas, they fill the house up with dad's business partners on Thanksgiving, and my mother has said repeatedly that my birthday was her accomplishment, so I always buy her gifts," Steve said.

"Oh, that's fucked up," Eddie said.

"Come to my house for Christmas," Nancy said. "My parents would love to have you."

"Um, thanks," Steve said. "I would love to."

"I always thought that you had it all. . .that money would make things better," Eddie said.

"I mean, I get why you would think that but, man, I would give it all up to have parents who gave a shit," Steve said.

"Damn. . .I get what that's like. I keep hoping that my dad will give up his life of being a conman to stay here and be my dad," Eddie said. "I would give anything to have him give a shit too. I don't even know where he is now. He could be in prison for all I know and I'm pretty sure that that's why people hate me. All they can see is my dad."

"I'm sorry, Eddie," Nancy said and she laced her fingers through both of theirs.

"Your mom?" Steve asked.

"She died when I was six," Eddie said, his throat tight with emotion. "Cancer's a bitch."

"Sorry, Teddy," Steve whispered.

"Oh, I get a nickname, too?" Eddie laughed, sniffling.

"Oh, yeah," he said.

They fell in silence for a while, letting the music wash over all of them.

"My mom used to call her records her plane tickets. . .she'd listen to them, and they'd take her anywhere. It was my dad who taught me to play the guitar, but it was mother who taught me to love music. I remember when she'd place me on her feet, and we'd dance around to the music," Eddie said. "I'd give anything to have her here, too."

There was another lull in the conversation as the radio played song after song. They were so quiet, she wondered if the boys had fallen asleep again.

"You know, before Nancy, I didn't know what was truly important. All I had was popularity and friends who only cared what I could do for them. I never knew what it was like to care for someone like Nancy cared about Barb and about other people," Steve said. "It was like I was asleep and suddenly, I was awake. I know I probably could have gotten there on my own, but you pushed me to realize that I deserve more. . .that you deserve more too. I'm so grateful that I got to know you, Nancy Wheeler."

Nancy smiled. Laying here with them, she didn't feel as alone as she did before. Of course, Higgins had to burst in at that moment and ruin it. He practically turned red at the sight of them laying on the floor.

"Do you want another detention?!" he yelled.

"Let me just add one more thing to the essay, Principal Higgins," Nancy said. "I wanted to get it just right."

"Alright, but I'm going to watch you," Principal Higgins said.

"Probably what you should have been doing, huh?" Eddie asked and Higgins glared at him.

Nancy quickly wrote on the blank, tear-stained paper. She smirked and handed it off to Higgins. The three of them watched as his face changed different colors.

Don't forget to live. Also, don't forget to use protection when you can't watch your students because you're too busy fucking your secretary on school property. Sure, they might not believe me but are you willing to risk me telling the school board about your inappropriate actions? How secure do you feel in your job? Secure enough to keep giving us detentions? I'm sure they'd love to know how you have it out for one of the students, how you constantly ignore the bullying that goes on in this school. . .in fact, you encourage it. I'm sure you'd prefer to keep things quiet. The three of us would prefer just to keep on living our lives. . .peacefully.

Sincerely,

The Slut, the Freak, and the Hair.

"You think this essay might win awards?" Nancy asked, innocently.

"GET. OUT."

Nancy, Steve, and Eddie raced out of the school whooping with excitement. They burst out of the doors, breathing in the fresh air. Eddie picked Nancy up and spun her around before setting her down and doing the same with Steve.

"So, are we going to do this again?" Steve asked hopefully.

"What? Detention?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah no, hanging out," Steve said.

"Well. . .I think we should leave that up to fate, shall we? Isn't that more exciting?" Eddie asked, shoving his hands into his pocket. "If we were meant to be in each other's lives the universe will show us the road. More adventurous that way. Oh, I have something for you, Harrie."

He pulled another rainbow pin out of his pocket and pinned it to Steve's sweater.

"You had an extra?" Steve asked.

"Oh, I have quite a few," he said.

"Are you ever going to tell us what they mean?" Nancy asked.

"No, you'll figure it out," Eddie said. "Close your eyes. Do it."

Nancy and Steve closed their eyes. They waited and waited for Eddie to say something else but when they didn't hear him, they opened their eyes again. Eddie was gone and Nancy couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

"What do you think it means?" Steve asked.

"I don't know. . .that we're gay?" Nancy asked.

"Woah! Hey, I like women!" Steve exclaimed. "I mean, not there's anything wrong with that."

"And I like men!" Nancy exclaimed. "I meant gay as in happy."

"Oh, you mean like finding gold at the end of the rainbow?" Steve asked.

"Exactly," Nancy said. "We're very gay."

Yes, at least for this moment. Nancy took his hand and interlaced their fingers together. She didn't want to forget to live, and she couldn't deny that that she had feelings for Steve. She gazed at him. Yes, he was worth fighting for. They could work things out. . .couldn't they?

BONUS SCENE:

Fast forward to 1986. . .

"Steve Harrington, why do you have this pin?!" Robin yelled as she dug through his drawer.

"Because I'm gay, Robin!" Steve yelled.

"What?!"

"Oh, come on, you knew this!"

"The fuck I did! You like women!"

"Yeah, I'm very gay about liking women!"

"That doesn't make sense! I think something's getting lost in translation here!"

"What's confusing about me being happy?"

"OH! You absolute dingus! This pin is for gay people like me!"

"What?! Oh. . .fuck! I am a dingus. That means Nancy's a dingus as well. . .oh. . . I finally, figured out what the hell Eddie was talking about. . .yeah, okay, turns out I'm not so straight!"

"What the hell kind of conversation did you and Munson have? WHEN did you have it?"

"Uh, it was when Nancy and I served detention with Eddie in 1983."

"Tell me the whole fucking story."

"Once upon a time, there was a very hot metalhead that I didn't realize I thought was hot until this very moment. Much like Nancy, he taught me how to live. . ."

Dancin′ in the moonlight

Everybody′s feelin' warm and right

It′s such a fine and natural sight

Everybody's dancin′ in the moonlight

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kedreeva · 2 years ago

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The funniest thing about Robin's "It shocked me to my core, but I like you, I really like you" is that it probably was shocking, but it shouldn't have been particularly unexpected.

I think that a lot of people see King Steve and the thought stops at "douchebag jock." And there's accuracy in that! We see him being a dick to people we like. We hear Robin talk about how he came to class late and made a mess where he sat and ignored her even though she was right there.

But the other side of that coin is the reason why it's easy for people in-verse to be obsessed with him, the reason that he's King and not a douchebag loner. It's not the sports, although that may help. But lots of the kids play sports. It's a little bit the looks, but he's not the only pretty boy in school. It's not the money, although I'm sure that doesn't hurt either. And maybe the combination of things gives him a leg up, but at the end of the day, even when he falls from favor in season 2 he still plays sports, he still looks good, he still has money. But people aren't obsessed with him anymore because of one reason- he's no longer giving attention.

Because when Steve doesn't ignore someone, being the recipient of his attention is electric. And sometimes that electricity is deadly and you don't want it focused on you, like when he breaks Jonathan's camera, but sometimes it is bringing light to your whole world, like every time he pulls Nancy in for kisses or looks at her like she's the whole world.

Steve is the center of attention in almost any setting he's in, and being his center of attention has got to be An Experience. And I imagine that trying to get into that sweet spot and failing is where a lot of the general "douchebag jock" resentment comes from. People scraping for a reason to dislike him (when actually, god, when he's NICE to you it's fucking amazing, best feeling in the world even back then), blaming it on him being conceited about being good at sports or having good looks or being a rich kid etc (and again, it IS those things, too, but it's NOT those things). And Steve absolutely capitalizes on his attention being a commodity for personal gain (social status, sex, etc), and THAT is where the douchebag status actually stems from.

In Robin's case, she was mad about Tammy only wanting Steve's attention (as opposed to Robin's attention) but imagine what would have happened if Steve had paid attention to Robin? Like at all? Tammy would have noticed her, then. Everyone would have noticed her, back then. But he sat right there within arms reach and ignored her entirely, to the point where he didn't even know she existed, and so no one else did either, and that brewed some resentment.

It is also the reason that Nancy was so... novel, to Steve. She didn't want attention. She accepted his attention, sometimes, when it suited her, but she a) didn't want all the attention he could give her and b) didn't want what his attention in public would give her. And he recognized that even if he didn't understand it. She gets nervy about going to a party with him, and he assures her it's just the four of them- her and him, and the two people that know about them, and he's welcoming to her friend that knows. He comes over when she's studying and is baffled that she actually just wants to study (and that's an entirely separate meta). After they've had sex, she gets spooky about it and he assures her no, he didn't tell anyone, and also he shushes Tommy and Carol when they're getting loud about it in the cafeteria. Nancy's acting like she's honestly a little embarrassed to be seen in public with him and that's WEIRD. Like yeah ok, getting his ass handed to him by Jonathan is what caused the burning building of Steve's self-perception to finally collapse, but it was Nancy that set the fire.

Robin saw him before it was alight, and what she's finding, when she finally gets to know him, is that it's still true; having his attention is still electrifying. It still lights up the world. It's just that he isn't leveraging it for anything anymore. He's just Like That; he just puts all of himself into whatever he's doing, and it's actually really fun and great when what he's doing is genuinely being your friend.

#steve harrington #stranger things #buckington besties #stranger things meta

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findafight · 2 years ago

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Just wanted to let you know that I have not been able to stop thinking about your Steve/Barb au it's so good!! and so interesting to think about how that would change things!! Idk rare pairs are so fun to think about!

Forgive me if this is not where you were going with this but I'm thinking about Barb surviving the demogorgons attack because she's not in the pool with a cut hand. Barb doesn't know where she is or what happened to her, but she's scared and she knows that /something/ is hunting her. Everything smells like rot and decay and all she's focused on is survival. Her glasses are broken and gone, and she's sprained an ankle, but she's alive. Steve's sweatshirt is warm and still smells like him. It's a comfort, she thinks, as she runs and hides in the woods behind Steve's house.

Topside Steve is getting sucked into the Upside down stuff way earlier because his sort of (they haven't made it official yet) girlfriend is missing after leaving his house and she wouldn't just dissapear like that. And he's scared but he has to do /something/.

After some time in the Upside Down, God knows how long, Barb hears something. And it doesn't sound like the monster that's hunting her. So she stays silent, grabs hold of a stick or something to make herself feel safer, and peeks. And it's a boy. Alive. Human. Trapped just like her. And then for a while it's her and Will Byers, growing weaker and trying so hard to stay alive and let people know they're there.

Eventually, they get out. And she's sick and barely holding on and traumatized but she's alive and in the hospital recovering. As soon as Steve's allowed to see her he's there. He's bought flowers and a fluffy teddy bear. He calls her Barbie because he knows she'll roll her eyes fondly at him. He kisses her forehead and holds her hand.

Sorry this isn't more coherent I'm just !!!!!! Thoughts!!!!!

Are you in my brain?? Because exactly. (I have been holding on to "steve is the only one allowed to call her barbie" for way too long. not even romantically just in "barb lives au" they deserve to be annoying friends to each other haha) In the show Barb almost got away, and possibly would have it weren't for the fact she was in the pool, so I don't think it's too far of a stretch for us to say she survives in this au (there is a version where she dies and it's just. Angst. But that's not this one!)

I think the potential for Nancy to suspect Steve of doing something (even when it was Jonathan who is officially the last person to see her) would lead her to Jonathan. Similar to the show, she sort of just...brushes off the creepy pictures (it's both easier and hard for her here because it's not her in the pictures so who cares...but it's Barb [and Steve] so she cares very much, actually) and they go monster hunting without Steve and see the deer and Nancy gets pulled in through the tree etc.

Steve, who's definitely freaking out that is (basically) girlfriend is missing and her best friend is mad at him and won't talk to him, uses his ninja skills to check on her to see if she's okay, and sees her with Jonathan. Nancy isn't his girlfriend so the only thing he's mad about is her hanging out with the perv who took pictures of him and Barb and specifically a picture of her almost in her car which they know she never got into. So he knocks on the window and they jump but let him in. And that's how Steve gets into monster hunting. (idk if Tommy and Carol also join...maybe Steve waves them off through the window, maybe he gestures for them to come to...idk. much to think about. Maybe they don't join the upside down gang but they remain friends with Steve and know Something Happened, but he can't tell them what)

blah blah blah it all basically goes the same except because no cheating allegations there's no graffiti or fight, Steve 100% gives a backhanded apology for breaking Jon's camera "Hey, man. I shouldn't have broken your camera like that even if you deserved it..." or something. The trio fight the demogrogon, even if Steve is a bit, ah, weary of leaving a bunch of twelve-year-olds who have proven that they don't listen to grown ups when they say to leave well enough alone even for their own safety...but leave them he does. Fight an interdimensional monster with a nailbat he does. Dies, he doesn't.

Meanwhile, now that our girl Barb has survived he initial confrontation with the monster with no face, she's wandering, hiding, around the woods behind Steve's house except...it's not actually Steve's house. It's some twisted up version, and it's dark and creepy and oh so scary. Her glasses are cracked through one lens but it's better than not being able to see at all or not feel the comforting weight on her nose, and Steve's sweatshirt is big, comfy, and smells like him. She holds onto these tiny bits of home as she tries to figure out how to get out of...wherever she is.

At some point, she hears shuffling in the woods, but not from the monster. It's definitely smaller, and...there's a voice. Singing. She walks over quietly, and says "hi". the little boy jumps and stares, wide-eyed. They stick together, she holds him close.

When all is said and done, she and Will end up sharing a hospital room, due to Upside Down convenience. She;s older and wasn't in it for as long, but she's still weak. Her parents are besides themselves, having been told it was a gas leak that led her to be disoriented and lost in the woods, only by grace of god did she find and help Will.

Steve is behind them, with scratches on his face and a haunted look in his eye, but he smiles a little, and wiggles his fingers at her. She wiggles hers back. Her parents shuffle around, and leave the room to talk to the doctor. He sits beside her and reaches out to gently fiddle with her fingers.

"Hey," she says.

His voice is soft, when he responds, "hey," and doesn't take his eyes off her face.

She squeezes his fingers a bit. "heard you fought an interdimensional monster with, like, a lot of teeth for me."

He shrugs, squeezes back. "also to get Will Byers back."

"He's a good kid." she flicks her eyes to where little Will is being smothered by his gaggle of friends who nearly died trying to get him back.

Steve blinks rapidly, and tucks his chin to his chest. "I was so worried, Barbie." the nickname usually annoys Barb, too baby-ish, too connected to the doll, too...a lot of things. But Steve says it like it's precious, like she's precious, and she thinks letting her boyfriend (because that's what he is, isn't he? What's a boy you kiss and who would fight monsters to find you?) can call her Barbie.

"I'm back. I'm okay now."

"Yeah. But. Christ, things could have gone so much worse." He pinches the bridge of his nose, squeezes his eyes shut.

"Hey." she rubs the back of his hand with her thumb. "Hey. It didn't though. The government goons will be on us, sure. But Will is safe. I'm safe. All those kids and Nancy and Jonathan are safe. You're safe. Okay? And, when I get out of here, you're taking me out for burgers and milkshakes."

He smiles, actually smiles all squinty-eyed and toothy, "Yeah. okay. It's a date."

"Yeah, it is. I've got high expectations, Harrington. Killing a monster for a girl really sets the bar high, you know."

He laughs, and presses a kiss to her cheek, smiling.

(later, he tells her everything that happened on the rightside up, and she tells Jonathan to burn the negatives and that her boyfriend has a nailbat he's pretty good with, so he better not try to trick her...)

and idk. i think they're cute. They bicker, and Steve chooses topics just to rile her up so she'll roll her eyes at him but then explain why exactly he's wrong in step-by-step detail, and he also scoops her up and twirls her around and kisses her in the halls. they're gross and in love. In s2, i think Nancy still wants to expose the lab (other people did die, those hunters? what happened to them?) and both steve and barb are like "they will kill us" (pragmatic duo) so that's why they both go to nancy's to try to talk to her about it, which is how dustin kidnaps them, etc.

s3 we get scoops troop except robin is just tallying how many times Steve sighs dreamily until his gf comes by and he turns into a golden retriever and robin is like. ew. straight people (they are not, actually. I have a coming out scene between starb (seriously i need to figure out a ship name for them haha) that involves barb telling steve she once had a crush on nancy and steve's like yes obviously everybody has crushes on their best friend of the same gender you just don't do anything about it...like buddy...do i have news for you...bi4bi starbara) anyways the five of them get stuck in the elevator, stobin still hold the door, get tortured, etc, but this time dustin and erica have Angry Protective GF on their side. They get out, steve and robin have bathroom confessionals, which involves robin asking if steve's ever been in love and then immediately realizing he's going to wax poetic about Barb and steve also being like "i wanna be your best friend sooo bad barb said i maybe have a crush on you but i don't i wanna be like, the best man at your wedding, y'know? you're so fun and make me laugh and I want you and Barb to get along because I love Barbie and omg you could be my kids' auntieeee..." and robin tells him that he doesn't know her, and if he did he wouldn't want her around any of his hypothetical future children, tells him about tammy, and they sing total eclipse of the heart when dustin erica and barb bust in, and steve is like "barbie, honey pie, robin is gonna be our kids' godmother." as though that makes any sense. everyone else is like ????

idk i just like monster fighting power couple barb/steve a lot i think theyre neat.

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gay-little-bitch · 2 years ago

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Personal Lies pt 1

Pt2 pt3 pt4 Pt5

Note: To any new readers, the first 4 chapters are pretty bad but I will re-write those at some point and I promise it gets better.

"Steve Harrington was one of the newest indie artists in 2023 who gained some popularity in the genre when he released his first album titled 'The King.' The album was a dedication to someone he had a crush on in high school. He was the school's resident freak who nobody wanted, while Steve was in the popular crowd and he was of course quite the sex symbol.

The first single he released was called 'Personal Lies' which he used to express how he felt when he first fell for this anonymous boy. The order he released the songs showcases how he felt over time and why he was crushing after 'the freak.' This leads to the question 'is this love still there?' Steve will neither confirm nor deny this but revealed he still wishes the boy remembered him.

Will he find this boy? Will crushes bloom?"

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Steve's Pov:

"Oh my god Robs." Steve scoffs "Are you seeing this shit?!" He turns his phone over to Robin to show her a TikTok page dedicated to finding his mystery boy. She can barely contain the giggle that slips past her lips. "Babes your face is like bright red, you look like a tomato. It's okay~ they're just trying to help." Steve gets up from his seat to aggressively bring his and his roommate's dishes to the sink.

"How did they find all of that out about me though?!" Steve reads the information on the TikTok. "For 20 years Steve lived in a small place in Indiana called Hawkins. Steve went to Hawkins Middle school and Hawkins high. He used to be best friends with a kid named Tommy Hagan and Carol Perkins, who are dating. Steve's new friends consist of Nancy Wheeler (his ex-girlfriend), her brother Mike Wheeler, Will Byers (Mike's boyfriend), and his brother Jonathan Byers. Steve seems to be very close with Dustin Henderson, Max Mayfield, Lucas Sinclair, Erica Sinclair, Argyle (last name unknown), Jane Hopper, and his roommate/best friend Robin Buckley."

"Like who told them?!" Steve takes a deep breath and looks at Robin. He seems calm but decides to start rambling. "I just don't understand why I can't just live my lonely single life without people butting in??? Eddie probably doesn't even remember me and even if he did he's probably not even gay or he just hates me. Did you know I was a dick to him in school? I didn't mean to be a dick I just really wanted some. Specifically hi-"

Robin slaps a hand over her best friend's mouth. "Steve...? Stop." He lets out a sad sounding sigh. "If you don't want to find him, we don't have to but I think it would be the perfect idea to make you feel something again. After me and Nance started dating you seemed so sad. You need someone to love Stevie."

"Yeah whatever" Robin mutters something about calling Gareth (Eddie's bestfriend since high school) and without anymore words they continue their movie.

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2 days later

The smell of eggs and bacon fills the room of a sleeping Steve. His headache has no signs of going away but he regretfully gets out of bed. The first thing he sees when he opens the door is Robin, who has 2 glasses of her hangover cure. "Here Steve!" He hesitates before taking it. Robin usually doesn't let him use her cure and tells him to 'make it himself.' "Is it drugged?" Steve smells the gross looking slurry. It doesn't smell half bad.

"No dumbass it's not drugged. Didn't you see the news?" Steve gives her a questioning look, waiting for her to respond. "You are on the billboard hot 100!"

Steve slams his glass down on the counter hoping it doesn't break. "Holy shit Robs are you fucking serious?!" "Dead."

Steve starts freaking out. "What if Eddie sees and knows it's about him?!" Robin giggles. "He doesn't really listen to your type of music I don't think. I don't think he knows. He's not even on social media as far as I know. You'll be okay Stevie. Why don't you want him to know that it's about him?"

He downs his drink and goes to put it in the sink. "What if he still thinks i'm an asshole and wants nothing to do with me? I don't wanna risk it ya' know?" Robin rolls her eyes at Steve's stupidity and grabs her phone.

Robin's Pov:

Last night Robin decided to text Gareth and see if he's still in contact with Eddie and if he'd heard Steve's new album. Good news, he was still best friends with Eddie. Bad news, Gareth hates Steve and refuses to listen. Robin refuses to give up and she invites him for an early lunch at the coffee shop a few blocks away, and with some negotiation he agrees.

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Gareth walks into the shop wearing a ripped mesh shirt, an iron maden shirt, and dark blue baggy jeans. His hair is longer and the ends are colored red. He looks so much different from high school.

"Gareth!!" Robin swings out her arms for a hug. He cautiously accepts and they sit down at the table next to the window. "So why did you invite me here? I know it wasn't just to have a coffee." Robin feels her smile grow. "Did you know Steve has a crush on Eddie?" Gareth freezes and has a confused but amused look on his face.

"Eddie has a crush on Steve... He literally wrote his newest album about his crush in high school." Robin slaps the table and gets looks from the other customers. "Steve did the same thing!! We need to set them up!" Gareth looks intrigued so she keeps going.

"Steve's fans have been trying to figure out who the mystery boy is and I bet your guys' fans are probably doing the same thing. So what if we let them keep guessing for a little while longer and then we hook them up!" His face lights up and he grabs his phone. "I have to go but I just send you my Instagram and the band's Instagram. Let's hope this plan works."

They say their goodbyes and right when Robin gets in her car she checks his Instagram.

Corroded Coffin: 4.5 Million Followers

Eddie Munson: 3.7 Million Followers

"Holy Shit."

Notes: Hope you liked the first part! I'm really happy with the outcome of my post inspiring this<;33333 I used @little-gae-shit idea for the album name "The King" and I used @maya-custodios-dionach idea for the Gareth and Robin thing. Idk how many parts this will be but I'm excited to continue to write. I suck at writing to lets hope this is okay :/

read on ao3

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@down-sizing-redux , @gay-stranger-things , @satan-is-obsessed , @this-is-moony-lovegood , @impeachy , @maraudersfavoritewhore , @robinbuckleymybeloved

#steddie #steve harrington #bi steve harrington #indie artist!steve harrington #eddie munson #gay eddie munson #rockstar!eddie munson #modern steddie #bi eddie munson #stranger things fanfic #stranger things #stranger things fic #steddie fanfiction #steddie fanfic

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strangerwheelerthings · 2 years ago

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Just saw an ask about Nancy’s lack of social behaviors that inspired some thoughts. I didn't want to intrude on them with my disagreements. They make a couple of reasonable points, but I believe they're missing some aspects of Nancy’s personality to interpret them. Obviously, some of this comes down to personal interpretation, but this is my understanding of Nancy Wheeler.

Addressing their points: Canonically, Nancy isn't a social person. She didn't reach out to Robin at all in the year after Starcourt Mall. The only people we see her regularly hanging out with, after Barb's death, is whoever her current boyfriend is. These are all facts. I personally feel her questioning Robin's presence in season 3 was less a 'I have absolutely zero idea who you are' reaction, and more of a 'why the heck is this new person helping us fight a monster and making comments, since when?' type reaction. This is up for interpretation though, so I won't argue that point.

However, Nancy’s lack of social life is not an indicator of a lack of desire for friendship. Nancy struggles with opening up to people. She finds emotional vulnerability and genuine connection both difficult and terrifying. We see this aversion present itself in her relationship with Mike, as well as signs of it presenting in her dysfunctional family.

Barb was her only real friend in the beginning of the show. We see her change herself, to try to conform to Steve's group, but even then she is very distant from everyone but Steve and Barb. She relied on previous bonds in a social situation, and made no attempts to create new ones. Granted, Tommy and Carol weren’t people she cared to be friends with. However, this seems to be a pattern of behavior, as indicated by her social situations throughout the show. Another example is the party in season two, when she got drunk and only actually talked to Steve.

Nancy stays inside a social comfort zone. She is not outgoing without a purpose. She’s good at listening, but she doesn’t talk to people without an external reason, such as a story. What some people may forget, is that once Nancy is comfortable with someone, many of those barriers go away. She actually stays quite close to people she likes and feels comfortable with, especially in a distressing situation. She made Barb come to the party for this exact reason.

The Upside Down dangers created the perfect situations to create deep bonds with Steve and Jonathan. They were forced into situations that lowered guards and allowed them to be genuine with each other. There’s a reason she ended up dating both of them, and essentially relying on them for connection over the years. It wasn’t just trauma bonding, but also that barrier free connection.

Jonathan was the one to distance himself from Nancy in between season one and two. We see Nancy still reaching out at the beginning of season two. He had been placed in the comfortable zone, and as such, she was quite social with him, despite not dating yet. She ends up distanced from Steve because ex status took him out of that zone, alongside lack of communication in their relationship and the inability to be emotionally vulnerable with him.

Then we go into post-season three territory. Nancy and Robin don’t talk after Starcourt. Why would they? The two saw each other in a dangerous situation, but they never actually connected. There was no bond, and I highly doubt that Robin took the initiative to attempt to develop one afterwards. Steve started dating Nancy because he put persistent effort into showing his interest. She’s not exactly the type to reach out first. Once within the trust and comfort zone, then yeah, she will initiate contact with a person, but she struggles before then.

As for people outside of the Hawkins Gang, alongside her natural social aversion, there’s also the barrier of being unable to be completely honest with them. This is a major thing for Nancy, who likely values genuine friendships, and has little respect for superficial ones. This, alongside the trauma surrounding Barb, hinders her quite a lot.

After Jonathan moves away, Nancy is left relatively alone. She has working relationships with people in the newspaper, but not much beyond that. Perhaps there was the possibility of a friendship developing over time with Fred, but that was cut short. Even then, once again, the person she’s closest to got there because they were placed in a situation where she had an external reason to initiate contact.

Does that mean she doesn’t really care to make any more friends aside from Jonathan? Turn now to the famous line: "Does that make us friends? As in, officially?"

Look at that smile, and try to tell me that she isn't ecstatic to have Robin confirm their new relationship.

This girl desperately wants a friend. She just doesn’t know how to make one. Looking just at that scene, Nancy is visibly nervous. She doesn’t say anything until Robin drops the friend-word, and then she feels the need to confirm it with her. She wanted it so badly, and was so relieved when Robin revealed that she felt the same way. This wasn’t a little thing to her.

How do they even get to that point in season four? First, Robin puts herself in Nancy’s orbit, despite Nancy’s discomfort. People have a tendency to discount her ideas and not listen to her. She was an unknown variable in a stressful situation. However, the situation allowed them to really talk and the start of a connection was created. Robin had listened to her, and had validated her theory.

Nancy was starting to like her.

What did she do next? Take advantage of the situation they were in, to sneakily attempt to grow closer. It wasn’t just the fact that Robin was competent and Nancy respected her after the library, but because she wanted to spend time with her. There were plenty of options within the group of competent people, yet Nancy repeatedly singled Robin out. Nancy was trying to become friends.

I say take advantage of it though, because it is a lot less stressful to initiate conversations with someone if you have an excuse. ('They were in a dangerous situation, it wasn't about wanting to be her friend, whaaatt.' Lies.) Suddenly a lot of the normal social pressure and anxiety around initiating contact is decreased. And look at what Nancy does in that scenario, she immediately reaches out.

Give her a reason, or a purpose, and she can go up and talk to anyone about anything. Take that away, and she gets too stressed or anxious to be the first.

Anyway, to sum up, Nancy sticks to people she’s comfortable with. Robin, and maybe Steve depending on how the romance is handled, have managed to maneuver themselves into her comfort zone by the end of season four. She has confirmed friendship with Robin, and as previously established, once Nancy likes you, she is social. She will reach out to you, and spend time with you.

Outside of danger, she likely takes a while to trust people, so anyone who wants to join in the hangouts would need to be willing to put in some effort and be patient with her, but it isn't impossible. She wouldn’t avoid them, just stick close to comfort people.

She's not completely anti-social. Nancy is an introvert who struggles to trust, but once you have that trust, she is a reliable friend.

#max's immediate attempt to turn to Nancy for help after lucas says there's more connection there than shown on screen #so we cant completely discount her relationships with everyone else in the show #i also wonder about her elementary school years #we know nothing about friendships outside of Barb and her brother #Barb was relatively recent too #she was a nerd #but she can hold her own in a conversation #she's introverted but not particularly socially awkward #however she seems to have slight trust issues #so there's likely some past social trauma #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #ronance #jonathan byers #stranger things #she's the kind of introvert that is very observant and good at listening

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sad-brunnettee · 3 years ago

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I'm just like you part 3

Warning: verbal abuse, cussing, and self harm

<< Part 1 < Part 2

At that moment you felt your whole world crumble. You weren't sure what a panic attack felt like but you're positive that what you're feeling now, is exactly that. If Jonathan is here that either means the kids are at his house or they're out alone. Regardless you were sure your mother would kill you for leaving your sister unsupervised.

"Where is she?" You asked, trying to stay calm.

"Who? Nancy… or Carol?" Jonathan asked, clearly confused on who you were referring to. The list of girls you knew and got along with was endless, making it harder for him to figure out who you were asking for.

"My sister! Y/s/n, where is she?" Trying not to scream at him the truth that you've been hiding for years now.

"Hey chill, she's with Will and the rest of the party out trick-" Jonathan explained with his hands in his pocket as if everything was perfect.

"What? What do you mean they're trick or treating alone, what if…" pausing to look around to make sure nobody was listening. "What if they get hurt, again?" You continued in a low voice.

While he went on to explain his thinking similarly as he did to himself before driving to the party. Billy was standing next to Tommy and Carol. Completely ignoring the conversation as he was too busy trying to figure out why Jonathan was talking to you.

It was then that Tina came up to you with the phone on her hand. Telling you that Crystal, a close friend of yours, wanted to speak to you. Before leaving, she made sure to give Jonathan a dirty look.

"Hello?" You spoke while walking off to a quieter place while twirling the phone cord.

As she spoke to you everything seemed to be in slow motion. Once she told you she had seen your moms car driving down her road. Your mind wondered off to your own safety as well as y/s/n's. She's never gotten her but you were afraid it will go too far now. If she knows you left her unattended while going to a party all hell will break loose. That's all you needed to hear before dashing off to look for Carol. Feeling someone's eyes on you, you turned and met Billy's gaze. In front of him was Carol throwing flirty looks at all the guys standing around her.

Rushing to her side you grabbed her elbow to get her attention.

"Watch it dumb-" Carol exclaimed but stopped as she came face to face with you. "Oh y/n, you scared me– are you okay?" Her eyes filled with concern, you never got frightened about anything. Except for one thing or person more specifically. Your mom.

Billy watched the interaction with furrowed eyebrows. He could tell by your body language that you were scared. From the corner of his eye he saw Jonathan walking closer with a scared look on his face.

“…I’ll see you guys at school.” Billy turned to where you once stood but noticed that you started to walk away. It took a moment for Carol and Tommy to regain their composure and try to pretend that everything was fine. He felt the need to go after you and make sure you were fine, wasting no more time he walked off.

“Hey Hargrove, where are you going?” Tommy’s obnoxious voice called for him. Rolling his eyes he kept on walking once he was outside he threw the now empty cup on the ground. He got out just in time to see you pull out of the driveway and speed off.

“Shit” he mumbled and walked to his car, turning on the engine he didn’t bother turning on the radio and blast off music. He was sure you would think he was a creep for following you but something in his gut made him do it anyway.

You knew that the party loves Halloween and is why they always go to the rich neighborhoods to get candy. Not caring about the speed limit you pressed your foot harder on the accelerator. As tears started to form in your eyes it made it harder to drive. Your anxiety was starting to get the best of you but now was not the time.

When you arrived to the neighborhood you came to a complete stop. If you were right, the party should be sitting down under a tree near the Johnson’s house. Counting how many candies each one got and who got the best. There seemed to be more kids compared to last year but you were able to spot them thanks to Dustin’s curls.

Billy was surprised but curious as to why you drove all the way here. Is this where you live? When he saw you get out of your car he took it as an opportunity to talk to you.

“Y/n!” Due to the many kids walking around he had no other option but to park his car away from you.

Hearing the sound of someone yelling your name you quickly turned around ready to blurt out a shitty excuse to who you believed was your mom. To your surprise, it was no other than Billy who had called you.

“Billy?” You spoke with a shaky voice, your right hand was placed over your heart in a way to slow down your racing heartbeat. Looking over your shoulder to make sure the kids are still there you walked over to Billy.

“What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing sweetheart” Billy spoke while lookin around in an attempt to avoid looking embarrassed for following you.

“I’m here for my sister, y/s/n, I have to take her home.” You explained as briefly as possible hoping he would take that as an answer.

“Seemed more than that to me, judging by how fast you left the party.” His eyes finally met yours his way of showing you that he was there for you. And oh did you want to believe him, you wanted to tell him of all your suffering. Hoping that it will allow you to get closer but you were afraid of what he will do afterwards.

“Billy? What are you doing here?” A voice came from behind you and no later did a redhead girl come to view. She was dressed as Michael Myers but you recognized as the girl with the skateboard. Soon the other kids joined the three of you.

“Y/n look how much candy we got!” Your sister came running towards you dressed as a cowgirl while holding her candy bag with both hands extended towards you. It was moments like this that you wished she wouldn’t grow up.

“You don’t have as much candy as me, my good looks got me more candy than all of you.” Dustin came up to you two holding up his bag for you to see. He was right, there seemed to be double candy than what y/s/n had.

“Wow Dusty, I’m impressed.” And you were, back when you were a kid and would go out trick or treating you never got this much candy.

“We still have one more house to go to, come on guys!” Mike spoke before walking off with Will. Out of all the kids Mike seemed to take care of him the most.

“Max come on don’t just stand there.” It was now Lucas who called for the redhead. She huffed and walked over to them while looking back at Billy almost as if she was scared of what he’ll say.

You started walking with them but allowing some distance. Shortly after you heard footsteps behind you and soon Billy was standing right next you. The both of you stopped right before the driveway.

“Your sister looks a lot like you.” He broke the silence and you were glad for that. Even if the silence was comfortable there was something about his voice that drove you crazy.

“I get that a lot. Is Max your…” You wanted to say sister but didn’t want to upset him for guessing wrong. Even if you’ve never spoken to her based from the interaction the two had earlier, you could conclude their behavior was similar.

“She’s my step sister. Dad remarried and now I’m stuck looking after that little shit.” He spoke with so much annoyance, making it clear that he wasn’t fond of her.

“Well that’s how it is with siblings there’s no escaping the new responsibility.” You spoke while looking at your sister and you couldn’t help but smile just by seeing how happy she was.

All you received from Billy was an affirmative noise. Followed by him pulling out a cigarette from his leather jacket. You weren’t a fan of smoking but looking at him taking a drag and allowing the smoke to get lost in the air made him seem hotter if possible.

Shortly after the kids came back forcing you to remember why you were in such a rush to come here in the first place. You hated ruining y/s/n’s happy time with her friends but it had to be done, Halloween had to come to a short end. The wind started to pick up and she didn’t have anything to keep her warm, you saw how her teeth chattered but tried to make it go unnoticed.

“Y/s/n, let’s go home it’s getting late.” You extended your right hand for her to grab. She always told you she was too big to hold your hand but always held onto you anyway.

She complained for a little but seeing how windy it was getting she had no choice but to hold your hand. Admitting defeat. You turned to Billy and saw him already looking at you.

“I’ll see you at school Billy.” You offered a small wave and started to walk away. Letting go of y/s/n hand, you put your arm around her shoulders. In order to give her some warmth.

During the ride ride home she told you of all the fun things her and the kids did. Your smile kept on growing and you couldn’t help but laugh after hearing some of the things the kids did.

Once you were closer to your house, you noticed all the lights off and your moms car nowhere to be seen. You parked your car but stayed seated.

“Hello, earth to y/n, are you there?” The snapping of your sisters fingers brought you back to reality. You chuckled softly and opened the door to get out. She did the same and grabbed her candy bag hugging it to her chest.

“You need help there?”

“No, I got it. I’m a strong cowgirl look at these bad boys.” Y/s/n attempted to flex her muscles while holding the bag with one hand. It worked but then the bag started to slide off, with a small shriek she was quick to grab it.

“Come on Hercules, you have to get ready for bed.” You unlocked the front door and took the bag from her. Otherwise she’ll try to eat as much candy as possible. After you put the candy in place where it will be hard for her to reach. You walked up the stairs and into your room. Taking out an oversized shirt you threw it on your bed and looked for your light blue pajama pants with small ruffles. Moving over to your other drawer you choose some matching undergarments. Grabbing the clothes you walked to the bathroom where your other essentials were.

You took a quick shower and after drying yourself you put on your pajamas and brushed your teeth. Walking back to your bedroom you groaned realizing you had left your car keys on the kitchen table. As you made your way down the stairs you made sure to be quiet to not disrupt your sleeping sister. Once you reached the last step you noticed the kitchen light on.

Weird, I’m sure I had turned it off you thought while taking cautious steps.

Stepping into the kitchen your mom was there sitting on a chair drinking some coffee.

“Who was that guy you were talking to?”

#sad brunnettee #stranger things #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove imagine #part three

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