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Stranger Things: Clementine

A/N: omg it’s my birthday! Just want to put out there that my ADHD ass does not have anyone to proof read these so I’m sorry

Summary: Clementine tries to get back to what she knows, feeling that ‘outta sight outta mind’ type beat. Little does she know she’s tripping. Tommy and Carol are assholes, shocking,

Chapter 2: The weirdo on Maple Street

Here we are in the Wheelers basement, dripping wet and in quite the predicament. I’d distracted Karen as the boys took the kid downstairs.

When I told her I thought to walk the boys home after the whole mystery surrounding Will she was pleased to say the least.

I promised I’d walk the others home after they said goodbye to Mike, and that I wouldn’t over stay my welcome tonight. But she didn’t seem to mind either way.

I shut the basement door behind me, watching on as the odd kid sits on the couch, alone and intimidated by the line of boys facing her.

She has mikes jacket over her shoulders, not doing much to shield her from the wet cold she’d just endured. God knows just how long she’s been out there.

“Is there a number we can call for your parents?” Asks Mike. But before she can answer, Dustin cuts in.

“Where’s your hair? Do you have cancer?”

Then Lucas.

“Did you run away?”

They have a lot of questions, a lot of curious itches to be scratched. But watching on was painful. Her eyes are darting like mad between the three, unsure how she’s meant to handle the attention.

“Are you in some kind of trouble?” Mike tries again.

“Is that blood?”

Lucas leans forward, hand closing in on the spot under her nose where, sure enough, dried blood is gathered.

Mike, before Lucas can lay a hand on her, smacks his hand away. His shoulders are stiff, arms waving madly.

“Stop it! You’re freaking her out!”

“She’s freaking me out!”

“I bet she’s deaf,” Dustin interrupts.

He tests this theory by clapping his hands in her face suddenly enough to even make me jump.

“Hey! Are you chronically stupid?”

I kneel in front of the girl. Not that I’m fully sure what I should be doing in this situation, but I knew scaring her out of her wits wasn’t exactly the plan of the century.

The more I look at her, the smaller I realise she is. Her knees are knobbly, a sheet of goosebumps over them. I look up at her, but she doesn’t meet my eyes. She’s laser focused on the rain dripping from the ends of my hair. Maybe she’s just looking at my hair, thinking about it.

Why doesn’t she have hair?

Unlike Dustin, though, I didn’t suppose it was appropriate to ask this soon.

Why is she wearing a man-sized shirt?

Where was she heading so late at night?

Why was she by herself?

“You don’t have to be scared now. You’re safe here.” For now. I mean, for all I know she could have a crazy abusive parent out scouting for her to bring her back to the home she may have run away from.

But she’s here for now, and no one here was going to lay an unwanted finger on her.

Mike fumbles with his fingers behind me. I could feel the concern radiating from him onto my back as I crouched low.

I thank him in my head for being the only one not to ask stupid questions.

My eyes flicker back to her tiny legs, faintly blue with the nipping cold, red in other spots as the heat of the Wheelers basement rivals the near frozen patches of skin. “You must be freezing.”

And Mike’s presence is gone in a flash as he fishes around in his dryer basket, a flash of thunder making the girl jump out her skin for a moment.

God, I should know how to be as comforting as I want to be in this moment. But I’m clueless with overly friendly gestures. All I can do is soothe her with a quick, “it’s fine, don’t worry,” as Mike comes back with a rather warm looking pair of sweatpants and a sweat shirt.

The girl looks unsure as he approaches, but her eyes look soft. From the second we bumped into her in the woods, she looked vulnerable, even allowed me to hoist her into my arms, wrapping her bare legs around my waist tight as a belt when we promised we’d take her somewhere safe.

“Here. These are clean, okay?”

She takes them from him with less reluctance than I’d let myself expect. She brings them to her face, resting her cheek on the warm, fuzzy fabric. Surely she knew what she was holding in her hands.

She starts, stripping off the jacket before getting to her feet. Then her hands are at the hem of that massive yellow shirt, and she’s tugging.

“Hey, hey, no!”

I wasn’t expecting us all to yell at the same time, not meaning to startle her when she’s in the position she’s in. Then again, no one’s really thinking when we start yelling for her to stop what she’s doing to save her decency.

While the two are being as dramatic as can be, Mike is encircling her wrist lightly, guiding her hand away from her clothes, voice soft yet firm enough to be helpful.

“Are you two stupid?” I whispered, harshly, knocking Dustins hat off his head, and tugging at Lucas’ hood. “Are you actually stupid? You don’t have to be that dramatic!”

“She tried to strip!” Lucas argued, and I hushed him with an almost growl. Luckily, Mike was already guiding her to the bathroom.

“Strip? Strip? No wonder girls don’t talk to you!”

I leave them in their offended states to assist Mike.

She’s wandering towards the bathrooms open door, eyes flitting around the place as she goes.

Mike moves to close the door behind her, and she catches it before it shuts.

“You don’t want it closed?”

She blinks, adjusting herself slightly.

“No.” In a voice so tiny it might as well have been a whisper.

Mike is taken aback, but he doesn’t really let it show, still lingering in doorway.

“Oh, so you can speak. Okay, well…” he struggles, looking over his shoulder for a little help.

I look from him, to the girl.

“It’s alright, Mike. Talk some sense into those two for me, will you?”

I push him aside softly as he nods, closing the door behind us with a soft click.

I was a little unsure at first, having really nothing to say. Sure, there are a lot of questions tumbling around in my head. It’ll be a little while until it’ll be appropriate, so I don’t bother.

I work in silence as I run the water in the sink, hand under it until I can feel it’s warm enough.

“Towel… towel…” I mumble, searching the cupboards until I find one to run under the tap.

“Come here,” I instructed, sitting on the closed toilet.

Hesitantly, she stands herself In front of me, eyes drawn to the mascara running under my eyes. “I should have brought a hooded jacket, I know,” I muttered, playfully, approaching her neck with the towel slowly enough to give her time to understand what I’m doing.

Her eyes flutter closed at the heat as I clean off whatever dirt and grime sticks to her skin. Her arms, her legs.

“Are you okay taking this off now?” I spoke, gesturing towards the sopping wet t-shirt.

“Yes.”

With the confirmation I needed to continue, I lift the top over her head, frowning at the print I couldn’t see clearly until now. When had she been to Bennys?

Focussing back onto the girl, I carry on. I wanted to be quick. I hated the idea of her standing here, cold, exposed in front of a stranger. It’s worse because she doesn’t seem to understand that standing naked in front of someone you’ve known for a half hour wasn’t normal.

“Leg up?” I ask, hand out to clean off her filthy feet, careful not to be too harsh in case there’s any cuts of scapes. There are a fair few, but she got off lightly considering the circumstances.

“Hold on now.”

I grab the clothes, opening the sweat pants in front of her as I knelt down. “Go on, step in.”

She put her hand on my shoulders and seemed in a rush to be dressed, eyes already following the sweatshirt as I unfolded it, hands above her head before I’d even asked.

Of course she was eager. Who knows how long she’s been out there freezing her ass off? I’m not even sure I want to know, I decide.

“Do you- have you- do you need anything? Pads? Anything like that?” I asked.

Her furrowed brows gave me my answer, but I decide I’ll leave her something in case there’s an unexpected accident. Now that she’s all set, we can figure out how we can help her further.

“Nevermind. Are you ready to go back out there?”

With a nod, she lingers closer to me than she had been. Maybe she was begining to feel safe, after all.

“Good,” I smiled, leading her back to the main part of the basement where Mike had set up a small fort with a sleeping back. Hes on his feet at lightening speed at our approach, walkie-talkie in his hand.

He’s thrusting it into my hand before I’d even had a chance to speak.

“Mike, what’s this? And what the hell is this fort about? She’s not staying in your basement like ET.”

“It’s a walkie, so you can talk to me without my mom picking up. It won’t reach Dustin or Lucas, but I can reach Lucas, Lucas can reach Dustin, and you can reach me.”

I blink back at him, confused.

Why the hell do we have to secretly communicate? If he thinks he’s keeping this child hidden down here he’d better think again.

As she wonders towards the the tiny fort, I speak lowly to Mike, out of her earshot.

“Okay, great, and what are we doing about little Mowgli over there? Because we’re not keeping her holed up in your depressing basement. There are roaches down here hanging themselves. We’re calling child services.”

“Yeah, and what are we supposed to tell them when they ask how we found her? Do you really want my mom to know you accompanied us on our little adventure?”

He’s got me there. One little lie, and it all begins to spiral.

“Okay, fine, then what?”

The plan was that she’d spend the night in the basement, and ring the doorbell the next morning and tell Karen she’s lost, and let her handle it.

“Fine, just take care of her, alright? And make sure she knows the plan,” I sigh, squeezing his shoulder.

God, this is insane!

I usher the others upstairs after a rushed goodbye to Mike. All I’ve got to do is get the kids home safe, then walk back past the Wheelers house to get a good nights sleep. Maybe.

I sat through school the following day trying to forget. By the time schools out, it will all be over. Done, dusted and taken care of.

It helps that in only a few hours, I’d be out, drunk, careless. Just the way I liked to be every few weekends. So Sue me.

It was a difficult feat. Everywhere I turned, I could already hear of the vanishing Byers boy.

Wasn’t it too soon for the news to have spread like this?

“His creepy brother’s probably just got him buried in the backyard,” Carol would say, waving the her gum on the end of her finger, eyes glued to her compact mirror.

I look around the loud classroom, and back to Carol, thankful no one heard.

“For Gods sake, Carol, don’t you have any sympathy? That little boy is missing, his brother will be worried sick.”

Wills brother, Jonathan was in the year below. Jonathan the weirdo, he went by. Although I never folded into calling him such a thing. I wish I could say I’d done more to stop it…

“Oh, come on, Clementine. You’ve heard all the shit about how creepy he is.”

“What happened to never believing rumours unless you start them yourself?” I ask, drumming my fingers on my desk.

“I can’t keep up with that moral standard if I don’t remember which ones I started,” she appeals, snapping her mirror shut. What a girl like Carol deserves is a good left, right, goodnight if I had anything to say about it. If I’d had more violent tendencies I might have taken care of that myself.

“Moral standard? Give me a break.”

I was the first out of my seat when the bell rang, eager for the day to hurry on by.

“Jesus Christ, what’s with you today?”

She’s by my side as the students file out the door, gum smacking in my ear.

“Sorry, I’m just impatient to leave. I’ve never needed a drink more in my life, and the days not even over yet,” I admit with a longing moan that makes Carol laugh out loud.

“That’s what I like to hear!” She bumps my hip, grinning like the Cheshire Cat when she catches Tommys eyes down the hall.

“Ladies,” he greets, slyly, encircling Carol in his arms as we meet half way, Steve by his side. “Looking forward to tonight?”

“You have no idea,,” I beam, never more relaxed in the couples presence. Things have been entirely too tense, and I’m looking forward to unwinding. “Plus, this guy has a pool.”

Steve nods slowly, a brow quirked slightly.

“It’s also November. You’ll be complaining all night if you swim.”

All too much of my spare time was spent in Steve’s pool, and nothing done a better job of reminding me of how little my problems were. Even if I had been accompanied by these absolute losers I genuinely called friends.

But something told me that playing drunk Marco Polo fully clothed or otherwise wouldn’t help me in this case. Still, I tried my best to ignore the nagging voice that told me this.

“Speaking of live and let live, did you…?” I trailed off teasingly, nudging Steve’s side and we’d begun to weave through the halls. “You did, didn’t you?”

“Oh, did I do that thing that you told me to? I did,” he smirks, pulling the back of my collar to hide his slight embarrassment. This is a new development. “While you spent your night alone being boring, I was in for a steamy, sexy night of studying for a test I’m not even taking.”

The thought of us being in that house at the same time was unsettling. Truth be told, part of me couldn’t help but find it funny too.

“Hey, what’s wrong with a quiet night every once in a while?”

“Look, it’s your girlfriend,” Carol laughed into Tommys shoulder, eyes on a distracted Nancy, still fitting in a moment to study as Barbara read questions off her revision notes.

“Did you invite her? Or were you too… distracted to ask last night?”

Instead of answering, because he so knew I was right, he plucks the notes from Barbara’s grasp, smoothly making himself comfortable at Nancys side as Tommy reaches up to tickle Barbaras ear.

“I think you’ve studied enough, Nance.”

“Steve––“ she tries, reaching for the card as he’s flicking through.

“I’m telling you, y’know, you got this. Don’t worry.”

Sweet as morning dew. Ripping the cards from Steve’s hand and offering them back to Nancy with a laugh got her attention on me, and I looked between her and Barb who lingers behind. Again.

“You’re not busy or anything tonight, are you? ‘Cause Steve’s got the house free. Another one of his dad’s conferences. You’re in, right?”

“In for what?”

“No parents?” Carol cut in, spelling it out for her. “Big house?”

“A party?”

“Ding, ding, ding!” To which Tommy laughs as if his girlfriend is as funny as she thinks she is.

A match made in heaven.

“It’s Tuesday,” she tries. Her tone almost sounds like she’s sure we must have made a mistake. And of course Tommy and Carol are quick to make fun of her, unflinching when Steve waves them off.

“C’mon. It’ll be low key. It’ll just be us.”

“Don’t even think of it as a party. Just a little hang-out with the six of us.”

“What do you say?” Steve’s eyes flick towards Barb for a second, knowing it wasn’t my job to make sure he includes her. “Are you in or… are you out?”

Before she’s even given the chance to truly contemplate the invitation, Carol diverts our attention. “Oh, God. Look.”

Jonathan Byers.

Like a caged animal at the zoo, we all stop to stare. We don’t mean to- at least, I don’t- but here we are, doing it anyways.

I don’t see him often. I don’t usually have a reason to talk to him since we’re not in the same year. But I feel magnetised, unable to tear my eyes or chase my thoughts away. Thoughts of whether or not he’s learned anything new, thoughts of deeply wondering what he was feeling, how he felt when he realised his little brother had dropped off the face of the Earth.

“Oh, God, That’s depressing.”

In a way, Steve’s right. He’s pinning up missing posters. None of the others know of the severity in which my stomach twists. I went looking for his brother just last night, and he doesn’t even know.

“Should we say something?” Nancy wonders.

“I don’t think he speaks.”

“God, Carol, were you just born a bitch?” I grumble, crossing my arms with a huff.

“Oh, come on,” Tommy begun, smiling teasingly right at me with a nudge that might have made me stumble had I not seen it coming. “How much do you wanna bet he killed him?”

And believe it or not, this is how this idiots brain actually worked. It’s not even the case of speaking without thinking. Plenty of thought went into those words, and he thought he’d go ahead and say them anyways.

“You know we all think you’re a douchebag, don’t you?” I retorted, eyes still trained on Jonathan as Steve hits Tommys chest.

Nancy moves away from us towards Jonathan. As soon as she’s out of earshot, Steve speaks to Tommy. “You are, you know. Total douche.”

At some point, Nancy follows Jonathans gaze towards us. Can’t say I blame him. If Nancy keeps us as company, he might find it hard to believe the sympathy she’s likely expressing.

I offer a small, awkward smile. It’s not like I didn’t mean it. But is a smile enough? Does he think I don’t care? He probably doesn’t even know how much I’ll be thinking of him after seeing him today.

When the bell rings for our next class to begin, I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding, and waited for Nancy to reach my side.

“So, Kaminskys test? You’re gunna nail it! Tell her she’s gunna nail it, Barb.”

“You know you will,” she says with a smile.

“Attention Faculty and students. At 8pm tonight, there will be an assembly on the football field in support of Will Byers and his family. All are encouraged to attend.”

And there’s that deep, despairing feeling of guilt.

The ride home that day felt silent, although it was full of noise.

Loud jokes, voices shouting over each other. But I couldn’t get out of my own head, even when Steve pushed his knee against mine to snap me out of my trance.

“Clementine… hey.”

He was leaning to my side slightly, trying to get a good look at me as I blinked.

“Hey, you’re home.”

Sure enough, we were right outside my house, bright, shiny and promising. “Oh…”

I started, unbuckling my seatbelt. I hadn’t even registered Carol and Tommy leaving.

“Thanks. I’ll see you tonight.”

“Are you alright? You’ve been weird all day,” said Steve, stopping me from opening the door.

He looked a little more offended than he did concerned, so I just nodded.

“I’m okay, I’ll feel better soon,” I promised, forcing a smile.

Luckily Steve wasn’t someone who’d paid enough attention to realise this, and he nodded satisfied.

“Alright. Are you staying over?”

“I don’t know, maybe. Dad’s been kinda freaked out lately so I might have to sneak back before he checks on me in the morning,” I explained, fixing a fallen strand of his hair to which he doesn’t blink.

In reality, I wasn’t concerned about my dad. I just knew my anxiety on last nights situation wouldn’t allow me to stay longer than I needed to.

“Well, if you change your mind, you have plenty of stuff at mine,” Steve reminded me. “Just say the word.”

I smiled genuinely this time. He’d never admit it, but Steve knew I sometimes craved company. Though if he told me he knew he’d run the risk of embarrassing me beyond belief.

“I will. Just remember to make Barbara feel welcome tonight too, okay? I know Nancy will be taken care of but Barbara’s new to this,” I warned, exiting the car, not waiting for an answer. I gave him a wave goodbye, and headed towards the door.

Empty home. Plenty of alcohol. I smirk to myself as I make my way up the stairs.

After a quick shower, I find myself stopping short at the sound of Mikes voice in the bedroom.

At first I was confused, because why the hell am I hearing this 12 year old that I wasn’t really involved with until recently in my room after school hours?

That was until I made out what he was saying, holding my towel tighter as I tumbled to the floor, digging around under my bed where I’d shoved Mikes walkie-talkie.

“Clementine, pick up! It’s about Will! Over!”

Oh, God! They found him, didn’t they?

I mean, there are many things this could be about, but I wasn’t about to dismiss a gut feeling.

“Mike? Hey, what? What’s up?” I hurried, clutching my towel closer to my chest. “Did you find Will?”

“Clementine, you need to say “over” when you’re done so I know you’re finished.”

This kid. Here I am, towel clutched to my chest, hair dripping onto my carpet, kneeling on my bedroom floor to entertain this conversation, and he’s really pushing it.

“No. Answer me, idiot.”

“Over!” He sighed. “We haven’t found him, but I think we can. Over.”

And there goes my heart, breaking on me again. I thought by now his persistence might have worn off, that he’d come to realise that the best thing to do was to let the police handle it.

“Mike, please. Listen to me. The police will find him, they know what they’re doing. They’ve dragged me home a million times at Wills age.”

“Will isn’t like you. Over.” He argues. “If you’re not going to help, don’t. We can do it ourselves. Over and out.”

“Mike!” I tried, only met with radio silence. “Mike!”

Nothing.

With a discontented huff, I lightly fling the walkie-talkie aside. At least he didn’t have to worry about the girl anymore, assuming this morning had gone according to plan.

I got dressed into the pixie boots I’d been bothering my friends about until buying them that weekend, trying to ignore the tight knot in my chest.

But the sun was setting, and the gang were outside just as I’d finished my makeup.

So shut the hell up, Clementine! And have fun!

When I lock the door behind me, the familiar jeering from the BMW begins.

“Hey, lady!” Carol shouts out the window. “You look fine.”

I teasingly scrunch my nose, settling in beside her, her perfume settling into my nostrils. With an exchange of a couple compliments, Steve finally clears his throat as he starts the car.

He watches me through the rear view mirror, eyebrows raised, expectantly. At this, I lift the bag full of beer cans into his view.

“Not that! You’ve not said hi to me or Tommy.”

“Hi, Steve. Hi, Tommy.”

I spoke flatly then I glance at Carol who tries not to grin too wide. God, is Steve high maintenance or what?

“She saw you like five hours ago,” she defended as she rummaged through the bag filled with Schiltz and Heisler beer.

“Yes, Clementine! Steve’s got some pot. Might be able to get Nancy to relax a little for once.”

“Or we could be super nice and not be pushy,” I suggested, ignoring Tommys scoff from the passenger seat. “That’d help her relax. And we need to talk about Barbara.”

“What about her?” Tommy asks, already with a disinterested tone.

“You need to try harder with her. She’s just trying to make sure Nancy is comfortable, and we’re not making it easy for her to be around us.”

“We just have a bit of fun,” he answered, now with a slow grin. “We all tease each other, maybe she just needs to learn to take a joke.”

I don’t like it one bit. I know how I’d feel if the shoe had been on the other foot. If it was me being treated like a joke by a bunch of people just because my friend liked them.

“Alright, we hear you. Play nice, alright?” Steve warned with half a heart.

I mumble a quick thanks as Carol cracks open a can, shoving it into my hands. We hadn’t even pulled up to Steve’s driveway yet, and already I’m being insulted.

“Get the stick out your ass,” she comments, not unlike I suspected she would. “We promise we’ll be extra, extra nice.”

I stared for a moment at her never-faltering grin then took the beer from her and tipped it back.

The car erupted with unnecessary whooping and applause making me roll my eyes. But I smiled nonetheless.

“‘Atta girl!”

Following the momentum, we started the party a little early to get nice and tipsy before the girls arrived. “We have to set the tone, don’t we?” Was the excuse.

“Duh!” I agreed, sitting on the chair opposite Steve, trying to ignore the couple eating each other on the couch. “You never did tell me how it went last night.”

“That’s because we didn’t do anything.”

Now this, I might have believed. But the smile on his face is one of pure satisfaction and it makes me not so sure. “Nothing? Not even a little?”

“We made out. And I helped her study for Kaminskys test.”

“Wait, you actually helped her study?” I questioned, suspiciously. He couldn’t have passed last years chemistry with the help of Steven Hawking. “That wasn’t an innuendo?”

He shakes his head, and I let out a small sound of understanding. “I see. But tonight?”

For a second he looks caught out. As if I’d be mad that he preplanned sleeping with Nancy. Or maybe it was how unromantic the setting was. In a house with all his friends in it?

“Steve, seriously?”

“I like her, alright? And I always listen to you when you tell me I’m not thinking clearly or whatever but… I want this. And I want to keep seeing her.” He explains as though asking for permission. I mean, he basically is asking for permission, I know that much.

I sigh, his face looking genuinely innocent.

“And if she says no?”

“Then no! Clem, you think I’m an animal or something?”

“I think all teenage boys are animals,” I clarified, gulping at my beer. “But I believe you so…“

And there it is. The words he’s wanted to hear leave my mouth for God knows how long hadn’t even come out, but he knows. You can see it happening, his eyes lighting up, beaming smile stretching across this entire face.

“You’re the Devil, Steve Harrington.” Yes.

“You’re the best, Clementine Chase!” Thank you!

Heard it before. But it made me happy anyways.

I’ve had this feeling lately that he means it, and I wouldn’t stand in the way of that.

A few drinks in, the doorbell rings, and Steve is wearing a killer smirk, ready for tonight’s inevitable affairs.

Tommy and Carol, who were still going at it like ––well, teenagers ––were eventually forced apart by my unsought and sudden presence above them.

“Move it, losers. We got company to entertain.”

The pair snicker at one another before pulling away, and I find myself having to remind them once more to play nice. Though, Raise a Little Hell by Trooper playing loudly around the room wasn’t helping me make my point.

Steve was showing the girls through to the living room in no time, and they looked no more awkward than I’d expected them to. I guess that goes for something.

“Now the party can really get started!” Tommy jeered, cracking open yet another can. “Take a seat ladies, catch up.”

“We’ve had some pre-drinks,” I explained, guiding the pair to the couch. I thought it best not to mention it had been the designated baby-making area in years previous. It look a lot of tongue biting not to make that joke, one that would normally come naturally.

The pair shuffled over to where I’d guided them, and I handed them a drink each.

They look towards each other, then take the beer with hesitance.

“You don’t have to drink if you don’t want to,” said Steve, taking Nancys coat, then motioning to Barb who decided to keep hers on.

“But we’ll judge you super hard if you don’t,” Carol began, batting her lashes as she throws back her own.

“Don’t listen to Carol, her family tree doesn’t have a lot of branches,” I told, throwing a glare her way. One she shrugged off entirely.

Of course.

“No, I- I’m cool to drink. It’s a party, right?”

This makes Steve smile, watching as Nancy cracks her can open.

“Cheers!”

The real party was outside. The girls don’t know it, but there nothing like fresh air when you’re drinking. Not much feels better than a cool breeze against the flushed skin and burning cheeks brought on by alcohol. But they’d discover this soon enough.

“You’re good with hangovers, right?” I asked, aimed at either one of the two.

Nancy already sat semi-comfortably on a lounger, cracking a smile as the couple in front of us carried on, pushing each other around, tickling each others sides.

Barbara, on the other hand, almost disappears into the back, open can of beer growing flat.

“Will I get hungover from beer?”

I want to laugh. God, do I want to laugh. but the idea that it might be taken menacingly helps me bite my tongue.

“Depends how much you drink. Plus you don’t normally drink, do you?”

After a beat, she shook her head. She smiled with flushed cheeks, as if the admission were embarrassing.

“Well, we’ll look out for you,” I promised, cheering my can against hers. “Hangovers aren’t fun, right Tommy?”

“Huh?” He stopped mid-tickle, capturing his giggling girlfriend in his arms. “Remember our hangover got so bad we skipped school for two days?”

It was one of those hangovers that felt like the world had shifted ever-so-slightly, and would never be the same again. Everything was dark, no one knew if they’d said anything regretful, if we’d been in a fight, if we’d ever recover from the sickness churning in our stomachs.

Steve hadn’t mastered smoking and drinking and opted to smoke, and Carol had been at camp. But we never bring up the camping as to not embarrass her too much. Or else, we’re in trouble. We laugh at the memory, one of the only fond ones we have together despite how horrible the experience was in itself.

“It’s only beer,” I told with a smile. “You’ll be fine.”

It wasn’t much, but it went for something. I could tell by the way her shoulders relaxed, and how quickly she tipped back the contents of her drink. The couple were back to annoying the life out us all, an unnecessarily loud scream drawn from Carol when Tommy threatens to push her into the pool.

Then Steve cutting a hole into his can and lapping like hell at the thing. I’d call it the dumbest party stunt in the book but I’ve seen him do a lot stupider at these things.

“Is that supposed to impress me?” Nancy flirts, eyeing his movements as he takes a seat near by.

He watches her in mock surprise, popping the cancer stick that he’d propped on his ear between his lips.

“You’re not?”

“You’re a cliché, you do realise that.”

It’s all smiles and beckoning eyes, and Steve lights his cigarette as he speaks.

“You are a cliché. What with your grades and your band practice…”

I wish I could smile at the pair, but I found myself thinking back on Mikes words from earlier.

Quite abruptly, I found myself wondering if I should go to the Wheelers and to make sure nothing bad was going on.

Was that stupid?

Too drunk to keep a singular train of thought, I lean into Carol who wraps an arm around my shoulder. I’m able to bring myself to focus on Nancy, now with a beer and the small knife in her clutch.

Steve starts an encouraging chant of, “chug, chug, chug!” And I found myself unable to join in, even when it was Barbara’s turn, Barbara who couldn’t be more interested but done so for Nancys sake.

I only snapped out of my disinterest at the clanging of the small knife on the ground.

Tommy chuckles as Barbara sucks her bleeding finger into her mouth and she pushes Nancys attempts to help away.

The cut was deep between her thumb and finger, enough to make a grown man flinch.

“Barb,” I began, guiding her away with a hand on her back. “I’ll show you the bathroom.”

“Can I use it?” Barb looks towards Steve who scrambles off his lounger, motioning her into the house. “Okay, thanks.”

As we move through the house, I stop by the kitchen and point her towards the bathroom door.

“Barb,” I sighed once she’d appeared again, bandage wrapped over her hand. I’d made a snap decision. “I think I’m going to leave early, just not feeling it tonight,” I lied. I don’t suppose there’s another excuse for this decision. It truly just came on out of nowhere but it’s not ignorable.

“Oh, did you want a ride home?”

“No, please stay. Tommy and Carol are dicks, but I promise Steve’s alright. And it might be good for Nancy to have you there,” I tried, hand on her arm. It was flitting, but she nodded anyways.

“I just meant I could drive you home then come back.”

“No, I’m fine. The fresh air might be good for me.”

Why I ever thought I could get through this night unbothered by earlier is beyond me. It was different when I thought this whole situation would work out. But the more drinks I down, the more what ifs begin to dance around in my head.

I was left alone to wander into Steve’s kitchen, and I’d gone straight to the phone, hoping like hell I could remember the last couple of numbers of the Wheelers.

“Hello?”

I’d remembered, alright. I consider myself lucky it was Mike who picked up in the first place, probably picking up from his grungy basement. I don’t know how I’d ask Karen to speak to her 12 year old while I’m drunk out my face.

“Mike. I have a bad feeling.”

Radio silence. Either there was something he didn’t want to tell me or he was offended by the insinuation that anything had gone wrong.

“Mike?”

“She’s still here.”

I cursed under my breath at him. I knew something was off, and that I wasn’t totally crazy.

“Why? You can’t just-“

“Clementine, she’s in danger. No one can know where she is, alright?” And for a second, it’s as though he’s deciding whether or not he should say any more. But then he hits out with someone so agonisingly ridiculous I don’t even know if he’s joking. “She knows where Will is.”

“That’s not scary?” I hiss, grip tightening on the phone. “Did she say where he is?”

“El can barely speak!” He argues, exasperated once more. Truly, it’s his permanent state. “And it’s not that simple. El can do things. With her mind. I think Will was taken by the same bad guys that were after her, but that’s where it gets… funny.”

I don’t believe what I’m hearing. Am I seriously this drunk off a couple of stupid beers? Likely. “Slow your goddamn roll! El? Bad guys? What do you mean do things?”

“El is short for Eleven — that’s her name — and there are creeps after her,” he rushed, desperate to get to his next point. “I’m trying to tell you that we’re on a rescue mission. Will is in serious, serious danger.”

And with that I’m out the front door with Mikes words ringing in my head.

The plan was for the kid to stay there one more night, and I’d be filled in tomorrow. “Keep this discreet,” he’d warned.

“Shut up, you moron.”

This week is one from hell, and it isn’t over yet. Not even close…

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Pass Her Over

Pairing: Big Dick! Billy Hargrove x Whore! f! Reader

Warnings: Smut! Filth, literal filth, slut shamming, p n v, oral (m receiving), unprotected and protected sex (wrap it up pls), "pet" names (Doll face, Baby, slut, whore, bitch). Let me know if i missed something. This isn't pre-read, may have errors.

Summary: You are the school's slut. All the guys have at least fucked you once. You enjoy it, the attention, the play, all of it. Billy is the new "It" boy, the new King of Hawkins. Just makes sense he comes to proposition you eventually.

A/n: The purring is loud with this one...

You lay out over one of the benches in the boys locker room, your skirt hiked up as Jason thrusts into your cunt. You moan as you feel him twitch inside you.

“Fuck, you feel so good…” Jason groans into your ear, leaning over you.

“So good, Jason. Fuck- just like that,” you encourage him, humping your hips back into his.

You are the whore of Hawkins High, if one of the boys needs to let off steam, you were the one to go to. You were everyone’s dream fuck, and you weren’t hard to get either. You’ve fucked every guy on the basketball team, except one. The new guy.

You don’t know much about him, other than his name is Billy and apparently he’s a total douche. You were going to probably meet him tonight at Tommy’s party.

You both finish, Jason discarding the condom while you pull back up your underwear. You both leave separately out back into the school, being sure not to get seen together.

You meet up with Carol and Vicki, who stand out in the hall. “He’s got some tutor session…” you catch Carol say as rolls her eyes.

“Who?” You ask, moving closer to the group of seniors you associate with.

“Tommy. He said he has a tutor now, for Chemistry. And he’s having to meet up with them during lunch today so he can’t sit with us.” She explains, sounding agitated.

“That sucks.” “Yeah, and not to mention you can’t! You have your cheer thing, which means it’s just Vicki, Tina, Nicole, and I with the new guy.” Carol groans, “which I guess is fine because he’s hot, but damn.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot about that!” You try to change the topic, “He’s hot? Did you two already see him today?” Carol and Vicki make eye contact because turning to you.

“Smoking. That man is a meal. (Y/n), you have to tell us how he is when you fuck him.” You sigh.

“‘When?’” You question.

“Bitch, yes! When! I need to know the details, unless Nicole can dive in first.” Carol mentions which gets Nicole’s attention.

“Maybe, god would I give to ride that man…” “Nicki!” Carol smacks her shoulder, causing the group to giggle.

“Well, I have to go, my uh… practice start soon.” You explain before walking off.

You weren’t totally lying, the cheerleaders of the Junior class were getting together during this lunch period to practice some more, but that wasn’t what you were doing.

You step into the boy’s bathroom connected to the gym, only to get yanked by your next fuck into one of the stalls. “Tommy! Jesus Christ, you scared me!” You smack him on the arm.

“Sorry, god I just couldn’t wait any longer, Carol is great, and I love her. But you are just too good to pass up.” He locks the stall door before picking you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he shoves your back into the door.

It doesn’t take long before your underwear is dangling on your thigh as you holding the top of the door as his cock drills into your needy cunt. You enjoy it, your cunt still a bit raw from the fuck it got from Jason.

“You fucked Jason earlier, right? Jackass wouldn’t shut up about it.” Tommy groans.

“Oh yeah? Ah- Is he trying to use me a-as brownie points or-“ you moan as he thrusts harder.

“Guess so. Trying to act all big saying he’s not a loser virgin.” Tommy grabs your hips and yanks you down on his cock, making your toes curl. “Doesn’t know we all fuck you though.”

The rest of the day goes by quick, classes pass by in a blur between your other “appointments.” When the last bell rang you were under the bleachers, two guys fucking you. Your mouth wrapped around one cock while your pussy is fucked by the other. You are dropped quickly when people start talking, walking into the gym. You straighten out your clothes and head out, going home to get ready for the party later.

You get out of the car, straightening out your little dress, wiggling the tight fabric back down your legs. Carol presses the lock button on her keys after the others get out as well. You follow the girls into the house, where Tommy walks up and greets you all, kissing Carol and throwing his arm over her shoulders.

"You girls want anything to drink?" He asks, gesturing to the kitchen with his free hand.

After everyone gives their drink orders, Tommy makes a sophomore get them for you. Before the drinks even make it to your hands, Tommy suddenly gets really excited and runs outside to the backyard. Carol rolls her eyes and you all follow him, only to find him cheering on some guy on the keg. After the guy chugs doing a keg stand, he falls back down with the beer dripping down his chin and onto his exposed chest. Something about it is... hot.

"That's the new guy," Nicole whispers to you, "His name is Billy Hargrove, fucking sexy."

"Have you fucked him yet?" You ask looking over at him, which she just sighs.

"Unfortunately not, but maybe tonight." She gives you a wink before walking over to him. God the look he gives her says everything you need to know about how he is. Toxic men just do something for you.

"Oh! (y/n)!" A very cheerful voice calls out to you which you turn around to see your friend and fellow cheerleader, Chrissy, "have you seen Jason? He said he would be here tonight..." You loop arms with her so she doesn't get lost and look around for her.

"I think I see him over there," you point in the direction of the backdoor, where Andy is clinging onto some whore with Jason just awkwardly standing there.

"Oh, gosh, thank you!" Chrissy runs off to her lover boy.

A good hour into the party someone comes up behind you, wrapping one arm around your waist. "Having fun?" A voice, this time sounding much nicer than Chrissy's, comes from behind you. You don't look over your shoulder, instead you grind your ass into the guy's crotch.

"Better now," You finally look over your shoulder to the guy, shockingly having to look up a good bit to meet his eye. Billy Hargrove now stands with his fingers already tangling into the fabric of your dress on your hip. You don't even react at how the fabric lifts up to your hip, practically flashing your ass to the rest of the party if he wasn't right behind you.

"Oh?" Billy leans down a bit, giving you a little nudge to get walking, leading you away from your friends. "I heard from Tommy that you know how to show a guy a good time, is that true, Doll face?" He lifts his free hand up to your hair, brushing a strand out of your face.

"Maybe," you smirk at him, depends on your definition of 'fun' honestly... personally mine is sex." You are being forward sure, but how where you supposed to act when a new guy with an obvious big dick that you can feel rubbing against your ass propositions you?

"Forward, good. I like a slut who knows what she wants." He squeezes your hip, messaging the fat there. "How about we go upstairs? Tommy says he has a free room for us to use." You nod, letting him lead you, guiding you to the stairs and up them, a few soft moans leaving you when his bulge rubs against you.

You shoves you into the nearest bedroom, which happens to be the master bedroom, and shuts the door by slamming your back into the door, locking it. His hand instantly yanks your dress up over your hips before he shoves his hand down into your panties. His fingers run over your already soaked cunt.

"Fuck, already wet, Slut?" He sinks two fingers into you, earning a beautiful moan from your lips. "Oh yeah? You like when your cunt is used? Like being the girl who gets passed around?" He watching your face twist up as his fingers curl inside you, hitting that perfect spot.

"Ah-!" You reach for his arm, grabbing it as your legs already buckle, the previous fucks of the day finally catching up.

"Oh, fuck no. Whore needs to be treated like one." Billy scoops you up before throwing you onto the bed. "Strip." His voice is demanding, powerful. You obey him, yanking your dress over your head and pulling down your underwear, kicking them off and onto the floor. "God, look at you. No bra too?" Billy grins, "Are you like this with every guy? Needy for a dick?" Billy unbuckles his belt, yanking it out of the belt loops without any issue.

"Do you talk to all your fucks like this?" you give him a grin. "Cause I really like it." Billy chuckles, pulling off his jacket.

"Be a good bitch and come here." He waves one finger at you, beckoning you to him. You obey, crawling over to him, getting on your knees on the foot of the bed. "Good. Now undo my pants for me." You do so, unbuttoning the jeans on his hips before pulling them down. The tent of his boxers looks even bigger without the heavy denim holding it down.

Fuck, he's got to be huge.

"Go ahead." He stares down at you, not even tilting his head, just watching you with his eyes. You take his words as an ok, reaching up and tugging his boxers down. You don't even flinch when his huge cock springs up at you, smacking your cheek. "Suck it."

You feel your cheeks heat up. You've sucked lots of dicks before, but you've never had one this big. God and he's supposed to go inside you?

"Suck. it." His voice is more firm, catching your attention. You swallow hard before taking the base of his cock in your hands, one hand around it just barely covering the circumference. You take his swollen tip into your mouth, licking the bit of precum that leaks out before slowly moving your head to take in more. Billy groans, the noises he makes not helping your situation as your bare cunt barely rubs against the comforter.

"That's it, Baby. Take it nice and deep." Billy watches you take more of his cock into your mouth, the drool dribbling out from the corner of your lips. He moans, bucking his hips forward which causes you to gag. You try to pull away, but his fingers lace into your hair, pushing his fat cock further down your throat. You feel your eyes water.

"Come on, Bitch. You call this a blowjob? You can take more of me." He shoves your head further onto his cock, your instinct being to grab his muscular leg, trying to brace yourself in some way. You moan, the feeling of your throat being just so full.

"Mmm-!" You gag on him again, but then he starts moving your head for you, thrusting his hips as he fucks your throat so brutally. It feels like you're properly being used. For once you don't have to ask for the guy to be rough.

"That's it, such a good slut, take my cock deep into that used throat." You can hardly breath as he goes faster, your eyes rolling back as you feel your cunt clench around nothing.

Fuck... fuck... Are you actually about to cum from this?

He continues to fuck your throat, his cock twitching as your tongue works skillfully around it.

"Fuck yeah, just like that." His hands yank at your hair, causing you to moan, the small breaths you can get only pushing you closer to coming undone. He thrusts one last time deep into your throat, and you feel your cunt spasm as you cum onto the comforter under you, creating a wet spot. He rips his cock out of your mouth, causing you to gasp for air and collapse onto the bed.

"Shit. Did you cum? Just from sucking my dick?" He grabs your ankles and shamelessly lifts your legs, spreading them wide so he can see the embarrassment of your cunt twitching and dripping. "Shit, look at that." He climbs onto the bed, sitting on his knees as his huge cock slaps down onto your stomach. You moan, his large balls smacked up against your cunt.

"Beg, bitch. Beg for my cock like a good fucking slut." He orders, bucking his hips against you.

"W-Wait, no condom?" You're still trying to catch your breath from sucking that monster. Now he wants to put it in you?

"Don't you wanna feel my cock fill you?" His question is rhetorical, "It feels even better without the condom, plus I always break them anyways. Now, be a good bitch and beg." He orders, moving your ankles to be over your head.

"O-Oh, fuck..." You look down at his fat cock as it rests against your stomach, the swollen tip angry for attention. "Please... God, please, Billy." you can't even believe you're doing it.

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me. Please, ruin me. Please, Billy- Ah!" You gasp as you feel his tip press against your slit.

"Better take it all, bitch." Billy growls at you before thrusting hard. His cock forces inside you, practically ripping you open. "That's it, Slut. Nice and deep." He grips your hips and yanks you down, pressing his body against yours so your legs stay over your head. You feel him. Not like every other guy you've fucked, you fucking feel his cock inside you. Every bump, every vein, shit, every inch, you feel your cunt clenching around him.

You feel yourself going dumb, your eyes flashing with every twitch his cock makes inside you.

"Fuck, look at that." You feel his palm rub over your stomach, looking down to see the bulge his cock is making. "Ever had a guy this deep in you before?"

You don't have time to process the question as he begins thrusting into you, hard and fast. You can't help but just moan and gasp with every tiny movement, so a full thrust feels like fucking heaven.

"Such a good bitch, taking my cock so well." He pushes your legs further down, forcing your hips to push up, giving him better access to you. "Fuck," he pushes down on your stomach, right on top of the bulge his dick is making and that sends you over the edge.

Your cunt spasms, toes curl, tongue hangs out as your head falls back, back arching, god, all the things. You've never cum so hard in your life, but he doesn't stop. He thrusts you through your orgasm, bucking his cock somehow deeper. You can't think, can hardly breath, panting like a bitch in heat as his big, fat cock ruins your cunt.

"Fuck, fuck!" You moan, whimper as you come undone again. Shit, are those stars?

Your vision blurs as you go limp, your mind fucked out as you just try to focus on the feeling of his cock drilling into you.

"Fuck, that's it. Like getting this pussy ruined? Won't be able to take any other cock now, huh, bitch? You'll only be able to get off from mine." He goes harder, faster, causing you to gasp.

"Y-Yes! Hah- Yes!" You feel stupid, your mind not able to focus on words, just his cock. This thick cock drilling into you, ruining you. Filling you oh so well.

"God, look at you. You're going stupid." Billy grins, watching you go dumb on his cock. "Love when this happens. A whore loosing her mind over my dick." He laughs, "Fuck, your pathetic cunt is gonna make me cum." He thrusts faster.

"Do you want me to cum, Bitch? Want me to fill your filthy cunt up with my cum?" He thrusts harder, hitting so deep you can feel his cock pounding against your cervix. "Gonna fill you up, you whore. You fucking whore, gonna knock you up with my kid. You'd like that, though wouldn't you? Being my pregnant bitch living off my cock." You feel his cock twitching inside you, swelling at the friction. He's gonna cum. He gonna fill you up.

He gives one more good thrust, hitting his cock as deep as possible before stopping. You feel a warm rush inside you as he finishes. You both sit there for just a moment as he catches his breath, before he finally pulls out of you, his cum leaking from your cunt.

You feel suddenly empty, your poor cunt sore and legs feel like jelly. Oh you aren't gonna be able to stand....

"Shit, you're pathetic. Can't even take a good fucking... How disappointing." He slaps your ass, hard. "Get dressed, we have to go back downstairs and act like nothing happened."

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ㅤChapter Three - The Hypothetical Scenario

Summary: It was hard to process Nancy’s hypothetical scenario, which seemed oddly specific. It was also hard to process your best friend’s actions and the way your ex-boyfriend could not stop being a douche to please his so-called friends.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Warnings: This story contains mature themes such as sexual content, strong language, violence, mentions of alcohol and drugs, blood, gore, and death. No mentions of Y/N. Some mistakes in information, not everything is factual. The word ‘slut’ is used once.

Word Count: 2.6k

Note: Just want to mention that even though this is a Steve Harrington pairing, this is still a Stranger Things series so the focus won’t always be on the reader and Steve. Romance is the side plot.

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“Did you hear about Steve Harrington and Nancy Wheeler?”

Your ears picked up on a conversation three lockers down from yours. You could not help but listen, a little bit intrigued about the names that were mentioned.

“No, what happened?”

One of the girls leaned against a locker as she spoke. “I heard Carol and Tommy talking about Harrington’s little party last night, and they wouldn’t stop talking about how loud Nancy kept moaning Steve’s name.”

The other girl’s eyes widened in surprise. “No way! Steve Harrington took innocent Nancy Wheeler to bed?”

“I know! Who knew she could be such a slut–”

Hearing enough, you slammed your locker shut, your steps more aggressive as you walked past the gossiping girls, but not before you gave them a few words of your own. “You girls must be really miserable to be talking about another girl’s business.”

You did not spare them a glance, but the girls’ eyes were on you as you kept walking, their mouths agape at the confrontation.

You did not know how to feel about the news. You knew you should not feel anything, but there was a strange feeling in your stomach that would not go away. The feeling only turned into anger when the girls called Nancy a terrible name.

Nancy and you were not close, that was certain. However, you would never resort to calling a girl a mean name just because you were jealous. Not that you were jealous. You did not know what the feeling was. It had been a while since you and Steve–

You walked into the cafeteria, sitting down at one of the lunch tables at the corner by yourself. You would not consider yourself a loner, rather, you liked being alone. You had friends from classes here and there, but not any outside of school. All they cared about was getting homework answers from you, which you never really gave, anyway.

No one ever bullied you, either. They seemed too intimidated by you and even if they tried, you had quick comebacks that made them shrink back. Even Tommy and Carol never really picked on you, unless you were with Jonathan. Tommy even said you were ‘too pretty’ to be bullied, which made you laugh because it never made sense as to how a person’s appearance had anything to do with it.

Or maybe it was because your mom was an FBI agent. People were too scared to mess with the daughter of a federal agent.

Jonathan was your only best friend, the one you could count on whenever. Yasmin and Joyce used to be good friends growing up, until Yasmin decided to move away for her job. It was not until you were twelve when you and your mom moved back to Hawkins and you were then introduced to the people in Yasmin’s childhood. You and Jonathan instantly clicked, even though he was a year younger than you.

Whenever you could, you always tried to defend Jonathan’s honor. Jonathan hated confrontation, so it upset you that he never felt like he could defend himself because he thought it did not matter. That he did not matter. You would not let it slide, though. You knew the people who kept purposefully belittling people would keep getting away with everything they did unless someone put an end to it. If Jonathan would not defend himself, you did not mind doing it. No one was going to say anything to you.

As you ate your lunch, you looked up to see the lunch table with Nancy, Steve, Carol, and Tommy. You noticed Barbara was missing but that was none of your business. Your mind wandered back to what you heard a few minutes ago by your locker, and your eyes fell on Steve.

Shaking your head, you took a bite of your sandwich before a figure by the cafeteria doorway caught your attention. Jonathan waved his hand, to which you waved back, and you quickly grabbed your belongings and walked over.

That same table, particularly Tommy and Carol, started banging the table and imitating, what you assumed was Nancy’s, moans. As you kept walking, you gave them a side glance, grimacing at the actions of your classmates. Nancy and Steve looked at you, both of them a little embarrassed about the situation, while the latter began to stop his friends. Once you reached Jonathan, giving him a quick hello, you did not notice Steve and Nancy’s lingering stares on both your figures, watching the two of you walk away together.

“Hey, what’s up?” You asked your friend. “Did anything happen at Lonnie’s?”

Jonathan shook his head. “No, no, I didn’t find anything,” he admitted, though you could feel he wanted to say something. “Yeah, nothing happened.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, waiting for him to continue but he did not say anything else. You could tell something was wrong, but you did not push, assuming it was just him still shaken up over Will’s disappearance. “Okay, good. We knew he wouldn’t be there, but at least that box is checked off, right?”

He smiled, but it did not have any emotion behind it. “Yeah, exactly.”

“You okay, Jon?” You asked, putting a hand on his shoulder, stopping him. “You seem a little weird.”

“I mean, yeah, how would you feel if your brother was missing?” Jonathan responded, a little harshness in his tone.

“You know that’s not what I meant,” you told him, tilting your head. “If something’s wrong, you can tell my mom or I. Don’t hide anything.”

His eyes softened. “I’m sorry, I know. Nothing’s wrong, really. I think I’m just really tired. I haven’t been getting enough sleep lately.”

You nodded in understanding, heart aching at the fact. “How’s your mom? Is she holding up well? It can’t be easy, I know. Is there anything I can do?”

“She’s not doing so well,” he admitted, speaking more softly as people started to walk around you both. “I don’t really know how to explain it.”

You held his hand. “I know, it’s normal for parents to isolate themselves when their children go missing. Just make sure you’re there for her, okay?”

He hesitated, before speaking again. “No, it’s…it’s not that. I found her talking to the lights this morning.”

Tilting your head in confusion, you stepped a little closer towards him. “She’s talking to…the lights? Why?”

“She thinks Will is speaking to her through the lights, apparently.” Sighing, he brushed a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what to do. Should I do something? I’m scared she’s going to spiral.”

You shook your head. “Wait a few days. She’s still processing everything, okay? Don’t tell anyone, at least, not yet. You two need each other more than ever.”

He nodded his head in agreement, releasing a breath of relief at your words. You told each other goodbye as you walked in opposite directions, with you walking to your next class.

At the end of the day, you exited the doors, your grip on your backpack strap tight. You did not register a person shouting your name until Nancy stepped in front of you, causing you to startle and step back.

“I’m sorry, you weren’t listening so I had to stop you,” Nancy sheepishly told you as she looked at your shocked face. “I have a question.”

You looked around, students leaving for the day as they got ready to go home. “Yeah, sure, I guess.”

“What I’m going to say is completely hypothetical so I just need some advice since you have knowledge about the law and stuff and especially since your mom is the FBI–”

Putting a hand on her shoulder, you shook her gently. “Nancy, just spit it out.”

Nancy took a deep breath as you took your hand away. “Okay…so let’s say you went to a little get together, not that many people, and you brought your best friend along, and everyone was having a really good time–”

“So, what’s the question?” You asked, a little impatient.

“Right, sorry!” She apologized, a little flustered. “So, that friend left the party when you went inside and then the next day, she didn't show up to school. Then, you call her mom and she says she has no idea where she is because she said she was supposed to be staying the night with you and then you tell her that you think she just went to the library but then after you end the phone call, you can tell something is wrong, because she, in fact, did not stay the night with you. What do you do?”

Concerned, you took a good look at Nancy’s face. “That’s oddly specific. Is everything okay, Nancy?”

She looked down at the ground, her voice small. “It’s all hypothetical.”

“Um, alright…” You took a moment to process what she said before speaking. “Well, usually if you believe someone is missing, the police would tell you to wait at least twenty-four hours before filing a missing person’s report, because usually the person turns up before then. If they don’t turn up, then you should file a report as soon as you can.”

“What if you feel like something is really wrong and it hasn’t been twenty-four hours yet…?”

You were growing more worried. “If you have reasonable suspicion that something is really wrong, then you should file a report right away…but Nancy, are you sure everything is okay–”

Suddenly, the two of you heard commotion by the parking lots, causing you to turn your heads quickly. You recognized the group and immediately began to walk towards them, Nancy following your lead.

“What’s going on?” You questioned, seeing Steve, Carol, Tommy, and Nicole surround Jonathan’s car. Steve’s head shot up at the sound of your voice. You looked over at Jonathan, only to see him look away from you.

“Here’s the starring lady,” Tommy smirked, gesturing towards Nancy.

Nancy gave a nervous smile. “What?”

Carol looked at you and then at Jonathan. “Your creep of a boyfriend was spying on us last night.” Your head shot towards Jonathan once again, now realizing why he was acting so strange a few hours ago. Nancy looked at Jonathan, then at you, and then back at Jonathan. “He was probably saving this for later.”

Carol took out one of the photographs in her hand and handed it over to Nancy, to which you peeked over her shoulder. It was a picture of Nancy by the window.

You did not know what to think. You loved Jonathan, but you also could not defend him this time. You did not say anything.

“See, you can tell that he knows it was wrong, but…” Steve took a few steps closer to Jonathan, the rolled up photographs in one hand and he brushed Jonathan’s jacket with the other. “That’s the thing about perverts, it’s hardwired into them. You know, they just can’t help themselves.”

He began ripping the photos into pieces, before throwing them up into the air. You watched as the pieces fell to the ground.

Steve walked back to where Tommy was holding Jonathan’s backpack, and that’s when you realized what was happening. “So, we’ll just have to take away his toy.”

Nancy shook her head. “Steve…”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Steve, come on.” Steve briefly faltered at the sound of his name from your lips but quickly straightened.

Jonathan stepped forward, putting his hand out. “No, please, not the camera.” Tommy pushed Jonathan back before Steve stopped him, Jonathan’s camera in his hand.

“What do the cops do when they find perverts taking photos of others, Kaul?” Tommy asked you, snickering as you glared at him.

Steve stepped forward, bringing Jonathan’s camera in front of him for him to take, however, when Jonathan reached his hand out, Steve dropped it onto the ground, the object smashing into pieces.

Jonathan looked at his broken camera at the ground while the others, except you, Nancy, and Steve, laughed. Your heart broke, knowing how much money Jonathan saved up for that camera. You knew what he did was wrong, but that did not mean it was right for Steve to break it. You looked up to see Steve’s face, a look of brief remorse on his face before he wiped it away. Your eyes focused on Jonathan, who did not move.

As the group began to walk away, Carol ripped up the last few photos and threw them at Jonathan. Steve’s eyes landed on you as he walked your way. You locked eyes, only this time, you glared at him. His eyes softened, knowing that what he did was wrong, knowing he did what he did to please his friends, but he did not say anything. Your hands brushed as he walked away, the others following him.

Jonathan immediately kneeled down to the ground to pick up the remaining pictures that did not already fly away due to the wind. You looked down at the ripped photographs when something caught your eye. You saw Nancy do the same, the girl crouching down to see something closely. As you kneeled on the ground, you could feel Jonathan’s eyes on you as you gathered the pictures into your hand, shoving them into your bag. Nancy did the same, then quickly stood up and ran to Steve, but not before giving Jonathan one last look.

You helped Jonathan pick up the rest, him taking them from your hand. You tried to make him look at you, but he shied away. He called your name, his eyes still on his broken camera. “I’m sorry.”

“Jonathan, I’m not mad at you,” you told him, giving him a soft smile. “Yeah, it wasn’t a great decision but that doesn’t mean Steve had the right to break your camera. I know how hard you saved up for it.”

His voice broke as he spoke. “It’s okay, I deserved it.”

You gently shook him. “No, hey, you didn't, okay? It wasn’t fair. I don’t doubt that you were looking for your brother. It was a shitty thing for him to do.”

You pulled him in for a hug, rubbing his back. He pulled back, before chuckling softly. “Are you going to tell your mom about this?”

Giggling softly, you shook your head. “Not all things have to be shared, Jon.”

You threw your bag on the ground as you went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. You saw something on the kitchen counter, walking over to it as your mind filled with curiosity.

“Hawkins lab…” you mumbled to yourself softly, scanning the page. The photo showed a man standing next to a group of kids in hospital gowns.

Your mom called out your name, startling you. She quickly walked over, rolling the paper up before taking it in her hands. “How was your day, sweetheart?”

You raised an eyebrow. “What was that?”

“Nothing,” Yasmin answered a little too quickly. “It’s nothing. It’s just something I’ve been looking into a little bit more. Nothing to worry about.”

“Shouldn’t you be focusing on Will instead of another case?” you pressed.

“I am,” she responded truthfully, but you knew there was something she was not telling you. “Really, sweetheart, it has nothing to do with Will’s case. This was just on my desk and I’m looking into it a bit more. I’m sure it’s nothing.” Before you could say anything, Yasmin’s walkie talkie buzzed, a voice on the other end calling her name. “It’s Kaul, what is it?”

Not even having the time to argue, you ran after your mom, jumping into her car as she sped down the road. Reaching the quarry, the two of you rushed out when you saw a body being lifted from the water.

The body that looked like Will Byers.

[denim-devil]

Doggy Style | Douche!Steve Harrington x friend!M!Reader

💌 - After a squabble with his best friend and GF, Nancy Wheeler, the fresh cuts and gashes he became equipped with pushes him to break the boundaries between you and his internalised anger…

Warnings - Mentions of Violence, Angry!Steve, Rough!Steve, Friends to lovers??, NSFW, PIA, Spit as lube, Bareback, Doggy Style, Mean!Steve, Mentions of slurs, Lowkey pwithoutp

The punch was what started your upcoming doom, yet the slap from Nancy is what pushed Steve over the edge.

The squabble happened quickly, almost like a blur, blending in with the immediate backhand she delivered to his bruising cheek. You stood in place, stuck on the spot as if you were trapped within a glass box sinking into the depths of the sea, eyebrows raising at the situation at hand.

It wasn’t a shock, he had it coming, it was as if you noticed just how provocative he could be, bending his cold demeanour and impulsive personality into one, like an old piece of gum sticking to the bottom of a shoe.

You watch as Nancy scurries away, it was clear she was upset, knowing the group that currently rained the halls of Hawkins High as royalties of a long line of bullies had clearly changed the towns mind as a whole of her sweetness and the cliche teachers pet act she put on for performance.

The word “whore” was painted in a deep crimson red across the abandoned cinema which faced the busy highway had began to ruin her reputation, no reaction from Steve had led her away with tears rolling uncontrollably down her porcelain cheeks.

As much as you wanted to run after her, comfort her and tell her everything would work out after a couple of weeks, you couldn’t, the gravitational pull Steve had on you kept you on the same spot, watching the backs of Tommy and Carol walking away, giggling to one another, it was definitely Steve’s time to be kicked from his throne that he had owned since recess.

There he stood, small cuts littering his pale skin, one atop of his lip leading up just underneath his perfectly shaped nose an another which faded into the brunette of his right eyebrow.

Anger was written across the features of his bruised face, his head turning ninety degrees, slow and unsure wether or not to face you, uncertain on how you’d react to the dark glare he shot your way, like a maniac with a glock, prepared to use his poisonous tongue if you uttered a single word.

“What?”

He spat with vulgarity, his tone deep, full of gloom and crassness as if you were the cause of his downfall, his crash and burn like an unfortunate plain crash which he so happened to board.

You shook with anxiety, to nervous to even begin to speak never mind back chatting the current king of Hawkins High. The alley was silent, Steve stood with both arms hanging by his sides in defeat, his eyes still locked onto you like a sniper with it’s target.

You so happened to be in his view, the red dot pointed at the centre of your clammy forehead. It was inevitable, after the previous interactions between his so called friends and girlfriend, the anger he shone so brightly with like sunrise had wrapped around you like a thick blanket, creeping up and around your neck, almost suffocating.

“Steve-“

“Save it…”

He remarked quickly back with lack of refinement, intentionally setting it straight, letting you in on his current feelings which to felt heavy and uncomfortable, you were scared to say the least, just what did Harrington have in mind for you.

His patience weight thin with you and it was showing a little to clearly, his hands balling into fists, knuckles turning a shade of pale white, nails digging into the skin of his palms, he wasn’t going to do anything…was he?

“Why didn’t you have my back?”

His question stilled in the air like a muggy late night of july, rocking you to the core, unraveling each part of your mind and how you stuck in the same spot whilst Steve tried defending himself. No answer presented itself, only a shaken sigh rolling from the tip of your tongue.

He noticed how you had stepped back ever so slightly, your demeanour had changed, lacking confidence and stance which egged Steve on, pushing for the answer but also something that had lay dormant deep within him for weeks now, it slowly creeped it’s way from his chest downward.

“To much of a pussy to throw a punch? You seriously are pathetic aren’t you-“

Tears pricked the corners of the very eyes that still locked onto his dark hazels, watching as he marched towards you, closing in on you once you feel the cold brick of the alley’s wall against the small of your back.

He scoffed in your face, lips tugging up into a smug smirk as if achieved the very goal he was looking for, like a famous footballer making his debut on the field, finally having you backed into a corner with no escape.

You shivered, like a shadow he loomed over you, his presence almost as tall if not taller then himself, making the space between you both much smaller, pushing you further into the bricks that now warmed up to your sticky figure.

“Seriously? Not gonna bite back, your just making this easier for me”

You felt the flutter in the base of your chest bloom like a kaleidoscope of butterflies, heart beginning to race at the thought of Steve making a move along the lines of intimacy, it felt like a trick, dipping your hand into the mists of a candy bucket, searching for the obvious choice.

“Steve I don’t understand how I could’ve-“

Steve cut you off with another scoff, it was cocky and demeaning, throwing you off and turning the clogs in your head quicker as you tried to solve his made up solution for your absence.

“Don’t you think you should be paying me back for standing there like some freak?”

A single tear told it all to Steve, you were easy to wind up, to sensitive to even stand up for yourself. You caught onto what he had planned once he grew bored with dementing you, ushering out a breathed “fag” before rolling his tongue, his head dipping until his lips neared the shell of your ear.

“Even Nancy had the balls to do it, maybe you like this”

The tears grew heavy, washing away every piece of confidence Steve managed to break down, he resembled a wrecking ball, one swing and you could feel the crushing in every inch of your body.

“Please stop, I-“

Blubbering like a fish it what gave Steve the interest and intention of gripping onto your waist harshly, turning your body as your front faced the corroded gravelled pavement. Your back faced him which hid the travelling pink blush that ran from the base of your neck upward, towards your tear stained cheeks.

The silence grew thick, not as thick as the tension that stunk out the secluded alley way that began to get dingy from the lack of sun, secreting you both even more. The lack of comments but the scrambling of his hands unfastening the front of your denim jeans made you question what was in store.

“Didn’t take you up for being such a slut”

He spat with vengeance, pushing down the band of your jeans, white boxers following as they feel to pool around your ankles like a puddle, the cooling air hitting the damp skin of the two pert globes that had Steve almost salivating at the sight.

He took a second to himself, revelling in the sight of your new profound immaculacy, almost losing himself as he was daunted with the realisation of his actions, his motive still was unclear to you but you could only dream of what he had planned.

The stillness triggered a sharp huff from you until you heard the crumbling of stones underneath trainers notifying you of movement. A sharp smack rang throughout the desolate alley, his palm landing flat against the centre of your left cheek which forced your body forward into the brick, knocking the wind from your lungs.

The whine that followed suit attracted another smack, this time to the right, it stung like an angered wasp, a marking of fingers and a palm bloomed across the skin of your backside, growing into small bumps yet it wasn’t hard enough to break skin, it was hard enough to force your back to arch, presenting yourself perfectly for him.

A low “fuck” grumbles from his chest, forcing it’s way into the air and through the small holes of your ears. His motive began to grow clearer once another smack atop of the markings forced a yelp from you, eventually breaking the skin, a small welt appearing, filling with crimson blood.

“Please stop, can’t handle it-“

You quipped back between short breaths, it wasn’t the truth, you wanted, no, you needed more. Your cock jumped as the thought of Steve using you for his pleasure, more so then the previous anxiousness that prepared you for his current onslaught.

“You can, you will- having way to much for this to end, come on, you can handle more right?”

A mopy, struggled “yes sir” rumbled from the depths of your slowly dipping chest, earning yet another smack, it was softer, as if he was testing the waters, hearing the quiet whispery moan you released on impact, his smirk grew smaller, his mouth growing slack as he began to show interest, changing the dynamics swiftly.

“Say it again, louder”

Once more, a soft smack and rough squeeze to the back of your thigh automatically forced out a shy “yes sir” which gave Steve the answer had been searching for.

“Atleast your good for something, just a dumb little fag, all splayed out for my use, and my use only-“

Wiggling back only enticed him further, drawing him in like a hunter to it’s prey. That’s when it began, the obvious unzipping of trousers cut through the heavy lingering of sexual tension, the crumpling of boxers following suit an an eventual wet thud, the moist tip of his cock meeting the hairy skin of his abdomen.

Eyes travelled up the centre of your arched back, the view was something to fawn over, his cock aching with want as if it had a mind of it’s own, although this isn’t the first time Steve has thought about you inappropriately.

“Your loving this aren’t you?” He whispered gently yet sternly, copious amounts of pre dribbling from the tip of your cock, joining the dusty pile of rocks littering the hard ground beneath you. He took note, keen on the idea of touching you.

But he held back, instead he brought himself back, taking a few awkward steps, his trousers restricting his foot work as he waddled closer until the heavy weight of his dick rested on top of your ass.

You nod in return, both quick and suggestive. It felt like an eternity before Steve began to massage the spongy wet tip against the puckered skin of your entrance, swiping each bead of pre back and forth, up and down.

wiggling once more against him grants the a boost of confidence, rebuilding what Steve diminished back up, pushing back against him, relieving the ache running from base to tip.

“Fuck- you want it don’t you? Needy little fag”

His tongue was sharp, cut you deep in ways that had you clutching onto the wall, hands flattening against the coolness as you spread wider, giving him the chance to prod the tip against your quivering hole.

He slapped his cock twice against, the lewd wetness ringing out into the quiet nights air, he dipped every so slightly before pushing in to your surprise, the burn from just his thick tip entering you leaving you no choice but to get it over with, stilling once you relax, giving him the power and control to push past the resistance the ring of muscle once held strongly, now weak against the raw intrusion.

The bones of your knees grew weak, legs wobbling, trying the very best to hold yourself up, ears catching onto the dirty words Steve spat as he sank in slowly, each inch adding fuel the burn which grew like a brewing fire, rapidly.

A hand brushes past his v-line. You push back in his abdomen wanting the tingling pain to stop, it resembled pins and needles digging into your skin, jabbing at the warm velvety walls of your insides.

His own hands managed to restrict your movement, caging both hands together behind your back leaving you with a sense of vulnerability, now growing stronger by the second.

“Gonna take it fully okay, no pulling out or pushing me out, gonna take me fully, fuck-“

Words were no forte, especially when his cock took control not only over your mind but the sentences you tried to string together, eyes now languidly rolled back into your head as he lay still, fully sheathed inside of you completely, the set of heavy and full balls he adorned now rested against the cleft which separated each cheek.

“Didn’t think you’d actually listen, got me balls deep inside this little ass of yours”

He huffs once pulling back, watching each inch slip from your hole, the tip now present against your clutch. He toyed with his cock, giving each cheek a slap before sinking back in with ease.

A few raspy “fucks” slip from his open mouth once he sets the thrilling pace, each plap and thrust of his hips railing through the empty alleyway, sounding out into the quiet streets.

Steve had no remorse behind his movements, his wants clear with predatory intentions and his instincts pushing you further into the coldness of the brick-layered side wall, increasing the arch of your back into a slanted curve.

His access was much easier, his pace increased, ravenous and body shaking which had your limp cock weeping and leaking. He took pleasure in watching you crumble beneath him, taking all of his length each time.

“Fuck- already so close, so much better then Nancy shit-“

Each prod of his spongy, angered tip against the small bundle of nerves tucked deeply inside had you seeing stars and the once clear vision you were acquainted with now fuzzy and distorted as you accepted the fate you were sealed with.

“Steve- please I can’t take anymore”

You choked out a sob once the coil snapped, each glob and shot of thick clear liquid splattered against the wall, dribbling onto the gravel below. Steve could feel it, how you fluttered harshly against his achy, twitching cock.

“So good for me shit- knew you’d take it for me”

He mumbled low and thickly into the shell of your ear, his hands now holding you still as he hammered against your red-raw backside. He was chasing the glory and bliss he so craved.

Now flaccid, you felt every jump from the way his cock crammed itself fully inside and up against the spot that had you fumbling for forgiveness, it was to much yet not enough.

“So tight- gonna make me cum, need it-“

He wasn’t far behind, stilling behind you as he fell limp against your damp back, his cock jumping as each rope painted your insides, his groans almost animalistic like a dog in heat, pushing what he had to offer deep into your freshly filled gut.

“Fuck yeah-“

It all made sense, the closeness, the douche like persona that riddled his body which protected his feelings and thoughts, the way his hand’s softened on your hips, how he kept himself flat against you, how the wet trail of kisses from the dip of your back to your neck marked the very moment he allowed himself to be truthful.

This wasn’t about revenge, this was about claiming something that so happened to be his, that happened to fall in line.

“You tell anybody about this…you won’t make it to next summer”

The threat lingered like an unwanted piece of meatloaf, stale and fragile, he felt like the fork that pierced the thick lump, essentially playing with his food, still keeping it on his plate.

He pulled back slowly, his cock now soft slipping from you with a wet pop, the load he planted so deeply dribbled out downwards, leaking onto the back of your abuses thighs.

“I-I promise”

You mumble back quickly, no second thought behind it. Steve wouldn’t do that, deep down you both knew he was to scared to become what he truly desired, yet he still clinged to the title he had been given, his popularity and his harshness. Although, the title has friends had clearly changed.

“That’s good- get dressed okay, don’t want people to see what I did to you”

Secretly, Steve wanted to boast, wanted the whole world to know, wanted to see you every sunday night just to fuck you over and over…was he committed to the thoughts that ran through him like a bullet train…?

[tiredgaycrisis]

It's so funny to me that we are expected to believe Steve Harrington was ever considered cool at Hawkins High. I thought he was cool when I was younger, but now I have overtaken him in age, I just can't 😭😭

He told Nancy he was having a party and that she should stop by, not mentioning that she and her impromptu plus one would make up 50% of his total guest list and the party would just consist of swimming in his pool and drinking one can of beer each, with no music.

And how many people his own age have we seen him be friendly with? Because I'm pretty sure it's just Tommy, Carol, Nancy, Nancy's-Best-Friend-Barb, and then almost two years later, he befriends Robin and eventually Eddie.

He does all the sports stuff; he was on the basketball team, he was a certified Lifeguard and Co-captain of the swim team for 2 years, but we've never seen him be all that athletic (excluding the time he held his breath for like, 2.5 minutes checking out watergate bc u gotta give credit where credit's due and that is impressive) he loses almost every fight, including against the school's weirdo freak. The basketball team won for the first time in YEARS once Steve graduated (I'm sure he wasn't holding them back, but he clearly wasn't some all-star player leading them to victory.) And the one we see being a super cool swimmer/Lifeguard dude is Billy (and when Billy enters the stage in s2, everything he does makes Steve seem way less 'cool' but also like a way nicer person, tbh I think Billy's inclusion is what fully rounds out Steve's journey to becoming the lovable, overprotective, older brother type that makes him so beloved in the fandom today, but I feel like that's a whole other point.)

My point is, I refuse to believe that Steve was ever actually the popular kid. He just has nice hair, a pretty face, a charming smile and mostly treats people decently. So I fully believe that half the school population would have had a crush on him, but although we're constantly told that Steve is this cool, top of the social hierarchy, elite dude, there is next to no evidence in the show to back this point up lol. So my theory is just that everyone at school judges Steve based purely on his looks and assumes he's way too super cool for them to hang out with and he mainly just hung around by himself or one of his like, 3 friends before/in s1 of the show.

This is emphasised in the scene in s4, where Eddie tries to convince him to get back with Nancy, when he tells Steve he decided that he must be a douche bc of assumptions Eddie and the other students made about him. Which I think is kind of sad bc he never really was in my opinion, compared to some of the teenage boys I grew up with.

But yea, the show acts like there was this massive ✨️Transformation✨️ Steve went through and whilst I agree he became a nicer, more adjusted, self-aware person, I think it's who he always was and being in the situations the show puts him in (eg. protecting 6 tiny children from slimy shadow monsters) just brings out the best of him and forced him to mature quicker.

[farmergirlimagines]

Chapter 20 : The Breaking Point

Masterlist ~ Through Static and Shock

>>>Thank you for reading! Please comment and let me know if you want to be tagged in future updates of this story. I post a new chapter each Monday, Wednesday and Friday!

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Steve tilts the empty beer can in his hand, grinning smugly as foam drips from the corner of his mouth. "So, what do you think, Wheeler? Impressed yet?"

Nancy crosses her arms, raising an unimpressed eyebrow. "Is that supposed to impress me?"

Steve leans in slightly, his grin widening. "You’re not?"

She rolls her eyes, her tone dry. "You’re such a cliché. You know that, right?"

Steve’s laugh is low and teasing. "Oh yeah? And what are you, huh? Miss Perfect, with your straight As and your—what is it? Band practice?"

Nancy scoffs, her cheeks flushing. "I am so not in band."

Steve smirks, tossing the empty can into a trash bin with exaggerated flair. "Okay, party girl. If you’re so above it all, why don’t you show us how it’s done?"

Nancy narrows her eyes at the challenge, her competitive streak flaring. "Fine. Hand me one."

Tommy H laughs, already fishing a can out of the cooler. "Oh, this I gotta see," he says, shoving it into Nancy’s hand.

Steve leans against the patio railing, watching her with playful interest. "You know how to shotgun, right? Gotta make a little hole in the bottom first."

Nancy glares at him, her determination mounting. "I’ve got it."

Tommy laughs again, nudging Steve. "Yeah, she’s smart, you douche. She doesn’t need your instructions."

Nancy grips the can, fumbling only slightly as she tilts it, using a key from her pocket to puncture the aluminum. The sound of the hiss cuts through the party’s chatter, drawing a few amused looks from the others.

Steve folds his arms, his grin unwavering. "Alright, let’s see what you’ve got, Wheeler."

Nancy takes a breath, tips the can to her lips, and lets the beer rush down. The crowd erupts in cheers and laughter as she finishes, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and tossing the empty can at Steve’s feet.

"Happy now?" she says, her voice slightly hoarse but triumphant.

Steve claps slowly, an impressed smile creeping onto his face. "Color me shocked. Wheeler’s got a wild side."

As the group buzzes with energy, Donna appears at the edge of the patio, her face pale and her expression tight. She hesitates, taking in the sight of Nancy laughing with Steve and the others.

"Hey, where’d you disappear to?" Tommy calls, already halfway into his next beer.

Donna doesn’t respond, her eyes flicking to Nancy, who’s flushed from the beer and the attention. For a moment, she lingers on the edge of the group, the glow of the string lights casting long shadows across the patio as the party hums around her.

Nancy holds up the beer with a grin, her eyes sparkling from the buzz. “Barb, you wanna try?”

Barb’s face flushes as she steps back slightly, shaking her head. “What? No. No, I don’t want to. Thanks.”

“C’mon…” Nancy coaxes, holding the can out to her.

Carol’s laugh rings out, sharp and teasing. “Yeah, c’mon, Barb.”

“C’mon, yeah,” Tommy adds, his smirk widening as he slouches back against a lounge chair.

Donna shifts uncomfortably, her voice cutting through the growing pressure. “Nance, she doesn’t want to.”

Nancy waves her off, leaning toward Barb with an encouraging smile. “It’s fun, Barb. Just give it a shot. You might surprise yourself.”

“Nance,” Donna says again, firmer this time, but Nancy shrugs her off, her playful determination unwavering. She pushes the can and opener into Barb’s hands.

“Just one try,” Nancy insists.

Barb glances at the group, her shoulders tense under their expectant stares. Finally, she sighs, her voice barely audible. “Fine. Okay.”

The group cheers lightly as Barb nervously tilts the can, fumbling with the opener. Her hands shake as she pierces the aluminum, the sharp hiss of beer escaping into the cool night air. But as she tilts it to her lips, the can slips slightly, and the edge scrapes her palm.

Barb winces, dropping the can as beer spills onto the patio.

“Barb, are you okay?” Donna asks, stepping forward immediately.

Barb looks down at her hand, where a thin line of blood is already forming. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she says quickly, though her voice wavers.

“You’re bleeding,” Donna points out, grabbing her hand to inspect the cut.

Barb pulls her hand back. “I’m fine,” she repeats, more to herself than anyone else.

Donna doesn’t buy it. “Where’s your bathroom?” she asks, turning to Steve.

Steve, caught off guard, points vaguely toward the house. “Uh, through the kitchen, down on the left.”

Without another word, Donna takes Barb by the arm, leading her toward the door. The muffled sound of laughter from the group follows them as they step inside.

The warmth of the house is a stark contrast to the chill of the patio. Donna steers Barb through the kitchen, her grip gentle but firm. “Let’s get that cleaned up,” she says softly, her tone carrying a quiet determination.

Barb nods, her head lowered. “Thanks,” she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper.

Donna doesn’t respond, but her actions speak for her as she pushes open the bathroom door and flips on the light. The sterile brightness makes Barb’s injury seem smaller, less dramatic, but Donna still moves with care as she grabs a towel.

“This isn’t a big deal,” Barb says, almost apologetically.

Donna looks up, meeting her gaze. “It’s not about the cut, Barb. It’s about letting people push you into things you don’t want to do.”

Barb doesn’t reply, but her silence speaks volumes. Donna cleans the wound gently, the sound of the party distant and muffled through the walls.

Joyce sits slumped in the chair, her eyes heavy with exhaustion, the replacement phone resting just beside her. The quiet of the room is thick with the weight of a long, tense silence. Then, suddenly, the phone rings, its sharp, shrill tone slicing through the stillness. Joyce startles, her heart leaping as she jolts upright.

“Hello? Hello?” she breathes, her voice raw with desperation.

The line crackles, followed by ragged, muffled breathing. Her pulse quickens as she grips the phone tighter, her knuckles turning white.

“Who is this?” Joyce stammers, her voice trembling as she rises from the chair, pressing the receiver harder against her ear.

The breath hisses on the other end, a moment of painful silence before a voice, distorted and faint, whispers, “Mom?”

Joyce's chest tightens, a mix of relief and fear flooding her. “Will?” she whispers, her voice breaking. “Will? It’s me. Talk to me, honey. I’m here.” She places a hand over her heart, desperate for the connection. “Please, just tell me where you are. I can hear you. Please.”

There’s a pause, a crackle of static, then the voice again—more distorted this time, as if struggling to break through some unseen barrier. “Mom?”

“Will!” Joyce gasps, her whole body stiffening at the sound of his voice, barely recognizable. “Yes, it’s me. It’s me! Where are you? Just talk to me—please, please tell me where you are—”

But then, the phone crackles violently, a surge of electricity shooting through the line. Joyce screams, her body jolting as the shock burns through her hand. The phone slips from her fingers, crashing to the floor with a metallic clang, and she falls back, gasping for air, eyes wide in horror.

“Oh, no! No! No, no, no…” Joyce scrambles to her feet, panic gripping her as she looks down at the phone—now fried, its screen black and useless. She frantically tries to redial, shaking the phone as if somehow that will make it work again, but it’s completely dead. Her fingers slip on the plastic, and she throws the phone down with a sob.

“No!” Joyce cries out, the sound raw and gut-wrenching. She collapses to the floor beside the ruined phone, her body trembling as the tears flood her eyes. The room feels colder now, the silence too heavy to bear as she weeps for her son, for the connection lost, for the hope slipping away like sand through her fingers.

The light on the wall beside Joyce flickers erratically, casting strange, jittery shadows across the room. Her breath catches in her throat, the raw panic from earlier still echoing through her chest. She watches, transfixed, as the light dances in unpredictable bursts, almost as if responding to her own spiraling emotions.

"Jonathan!" she calls out, her voice strained, but the hallway remains eerily silent. No footsteps. No sign of movement. Her heart pounds against her ribs as she shuffles toward the hallway, the floor beneath her feet creaking with each step, too loud in the thick quiet of the house.

The light in the hallway flickers again, casting a sickly yellow glow along the walls. Joyce’s breath hitches. Her eyes dart from one corner of the dim hallway to the next, searching for something—anything—that would tell her she isn’t alone.

"Joanna!" she calls again, her voice breaking, pleading. Still, no answer.

She keeps walking, her pulse quickening with each flicker of the lights—each one sending a shiver of dread down her spine. The house feels different, the walls too close, the air too heavy. The tension is palpable, like the house itself is holding its breath with her.

As she approaches the hallway outside Will’s room, the light there begins to flicker, more violently now, as though it’s trying to hold on to its last strands of life. Joyce pauses. A knot forms in her stomach. Something is wrong. She can feel it in her bones.

Without thinking, her hand reaches for the doorframe. But before she can turn the knob, the sudden blare of music slices through the silence, loud and grating. “Should I Stay or Should I Go” blares from inside Will’s room, the familiar song now warped into something menacing, echoing off the walls. The light in Will’s room flickers, casting frantic shadows that stretch and retract like creatures trying to escape.

“Jonathan! Joanna!” Joyce calls one last time, her voice hoarse, trembling. But there is still no answer—just the relentless blare of the song and the flickering light.

She swallows hard, her breath shallow, and takes a deep breath to steady herself. This isn't normal. But then again, nothing ever is in this house.

With a trembling hand, Joyce reaches for the doorknob and pushes the door open. The hinges creak in protest, but the door moves with ease, revealing the dimly lit room. As she steps inside, the light above her flickers wildly, casting erratic patterns on the walls, as though the very room itself is alive—watching her, waiting.

She walks slowly, each step heavy, as if the air is thickening around her. Her gaze is drawn to Will’s desk, the cluttered surface barely visible under the pale, flickering light. Joyce approaches cautiously, the weight of the moment pressing down on her chest. She feels the tingling in her fingertips as they hover above the lampshade, her hand trembling as she inches closer to it.

“Will? Will, is that you?” she calls softly, her voice small, fragile. She doesn’t know what she’s expecting—perhaps a sign, a movement, a voice—anything to tell her that this is still reality. That she hasn’t crossed over into something darker.

But the room remains still, silent except for the music, which continues to play like some twisted loop. She holds her breath, waiting for an answer, but the room stays silent, the light flickering faster now as if teasing her with its elusiveness.

Her hand lands on the lampshade, the metal cold under her palm. A chill runs down her spine as the light stutters and flickers even more violently, casting distorted reflections of her own face in the shadows. The house feels suffocating, every creak of the floorboards, every flicker of light, amplifying the feeling of something wrong. Something ancient and watching, waiting for the right moment to make its move.

Her breath hitches again, and she presses her palm harder against the lamp, the flickering light throwing her face into sharp, twisted angles. She stares into the depths of the room, hoping, praying, for something—anything—to break the tension.

"Will? Will, is that you?" Joyce's voice trembles, a fragile whisper that feels too small in the oppressive silence of the room. Her breath hitches as she waits for an answer that never comes.

In an instant, the music blares to a sudden halt, its echoing final note lingering in the air before silence crashes down around her. The light above flickers, then cuts off as well, leaving Joyce in an impenetrable darkness, her heartbeat pounding in her ears.

She stands motionless for a moment, the weight of the quiet pressing on her chest, until she hears it. A low, guttural growl rumbles from the wall beside her, deep and unnatural, like something that doesn’t belong in this world. Her eyes widen in horror as the wall begins to shift. The paint—once smooth and solid—twists and stretches like latex, pulling and warping as if something is trapped just beneath the surface, pushing, straining to break free. The growl rises in pitch, a sickening sound that vibrates through her bones.

Joyce gasps and stumbles backward, her hand flying to her mouth to stifle the scream that claws at her throat. Her legs feel unsteady beneath her, but she forces herself into motion, darting out of the room and into the hallway. "Joanna! Joanna, we gotta go!" she cries, panic threading through her voice.

She throws open Joanna's bedroom door, her eyes desperately scanning the empty space. Her daughter’s room is bare—nothing but shadows and the cold quiet of the night. A breathless sob escapes her lips as she turns on her heel, racing toward Jonathan’s room.

"Jonathan! Jonathan, your sister—" she starts, but her words die in her throat. She slams his door open, only to be met with the same unsettling emptiness. The room, like the others, is untouched.

Her pulse races as the weight of the truth slams into her—both of her grounded children have somehow snuck out without a single clue. How? When? Joyce stares at the empty space before her, the realization settling like a cold stone in her stomach. But she doesn’t have time to dwell on it. The growl returns, deeper now, rising from somewhere beneath the house, dragging her out of her thoughts and back into the present.

Fear grips her, sharp and electric. Without thinking, Joyce dashes out of the house, the door slamming behind her. Her heart thunders in her chest as she skids to a stop in the driveway, her eyes landing on Jonathan’s empty car. His car is gone, and all that’s left is hers, still parked in the dim light of the driveway.

Her breath catches in her throat as she stumbles back toward the house. “Oh my God… oh my God!” She gasps, her hand shaking as she reaches for the spare keys above the mirror. She fumbles with them, almost dropping them in her haste. The engine roars to life just as she turns the key, the sound of the ignition echoing in the quiet night.

But then, the music. The same song, unmistakable, begins to blare from Will’s room again, so loud that it feels like it’s reverberating inside her skull. It’s deafening, invasive, and as the notes blast into the air, the lights inside the house flicker violently, a frantic strobe that dances through the windows.

“Will?” Joyce whispers, her voice shaking with a mix of fear and desperation. She cuts the engine off abruptly, the roar of the car’s engine swallowed by the night. Her heart races as she stumbles out of the car, her feet carrying her back into the house against her will. The door slams shut behind her, sealing her inside once more.

She stands there for a moment, breathing in the stale air of the house, her skin prickling with the sensation that something is terribly wrong. The music plays on, the lights flicker, and the darkness presses in around her. Joyce steels herself, her mind a whirl of thoughts too frantic to organize.

"Will?" she calls again, her voice smaller now, swallowed by the overwhelming silence that surrounds her.

She steps further into the house, each footfall heavier than the last. The darkness seems to close in around her, the walls too tight, the air too thick. The growl from before lingers, faint but unmistakable, echoing in the distance like a distant threat. And somewhere, deep within the house, she can almost feel the presence of something—or someone—that shouldn’t be here. Something that has been waiting.

Jonathan jogged to catch up with Joanna, his flashlight beam bouncing wildly over the uneven forest floor. He reached out, his hand wrapping around her arm to stop her. “Jo, you didn’t have to blow up like that.”

Joanna jerked her arm free, spinning around to face him. Her eyes flashed in the faint light, a storm brewing beneath her fury. “Yes, I did, Jonathan. Someone had to say it.”

“They’re our friends,” he said softly, his voice almost drowned out by the rustle of leaves in the wind.

Joanna’s laugh was sharp and hollow, cutting through the quiet like a blade. “Friends? Really? They don’t give a damn about us, Jonathan. All they care about are their stupid parties and their perfect little lives. Will could be—” Her voice cracked, but she pushed through, her words slicing the air. “Will could be dead for all they care.”

Jonathan flinched, her words landing like a physical blow. His face twisted in pain, his voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t say that.”

Joanna’s expression faltered. She sighed, dragging a hand through her hair as the tension in her shoulders softened. “I’m sorry,” she murmured, her voice losing its edge. “I didn’t mean it.” Her gaze found his, and for a moment, the fire in her eyes dimmed, replaced by something fragile and raw. “But you know I’m right, Jon. It’s just us. No one else is going to help. We’re all we’ve got.”

Jonathan looked down, his jaw tightening as he absorbed her words. After a long pause, he nodded, his voice resigned. “Yeah. I know.”

For a moment, the two stood in silence, the enormity of their reality pressing down on them like the dense canopy above. Joanna exhaled slowly, then turned, her flashlight cutting through the darkness once more. Jonathan followed without another word, their shared resolve carrying them deeper into the woods.

“I’m freezing!” Carol shivers dramatically, her teeth chattering as she wraps her arms around herself for warmth. Tommy, ever the smooth talker, shoots her a smug grin. “Well, you know,” he drawls, his eyes glinting with mischief, “his mom’s room has a fireplace.”

Steve freezes, his face scrunching in a look of pure discomfort. “Ew. Dude, are you serious?” His voice is thick with distaste, the idea of his friends sneaking off like that enough to make his stomach turn.

Tommy just winks, utterly unfazed, and with a flourish, grabs Carol’s hand, pulling her toward the stairs. “Come on, let’s go warm up.”

Steve groans in disbelief, throwing his head back dramatically. “You know what, fine! But you two are cleaning the sheets,” he calls after them, exasperated.

His gaze shifts to Nancy, who stands nearby, wrapped in nothing but a towel, still shivering from the cold. His expression softens with concern. “You okay, Nance?” he asks gently, his voice warm, trying to steady her.

Nancy smiles through the chill, giving him a small nod. “Yeah, I’m good,” she reassures him, though her teeth are still chattering slightly.

Steve’s lips curl into a tender smile, his fingers brushing her hair as he presses a kiss to the top of her head. “Let me get you some dry clothes,” he says, his voice full of care. Without waiting for a response, he bounces up the stairs, his steps light and purposeful, eager to take care of her. 

Near the front door, Donna and Barb linger, coats in hand, the cold night air seeping through the cracks of the house as they wait for Nancy.

When Nancy reappears, she’s clutching a glass of water, her steps quick and deliberate. She flashes them a tight, nervous smile, avoiding their eyes as she makes her way toward the staircase.

“Uh, Nance?” Barb calls, her brow furrowing. “Where are you going?”

Nancy freezes mid-step, turning with a casual shrug. “Upstairs. Just to change. I kind of fell in the pool earlier.” She pauses, her smile tightening. “You two should just go. Steve can give me a ride later.”

Donna stiffens, her hand clutching her coat tighter. “Wait, what?”

Nancy’s tone grows lighter, forced. “It’s late. You don’t have to stick around. Really, it’s fine. Steve’s going to drive me home.”

Donna’s jaw tightens, her voice low and biting. “No, Nancy. C’mon. You should just come with us now, before you do something stupid.”

Nancy raises a hand dismissively. “I’m fine.”

Barb takes a step forward, her voice quiet but firm. “Nance…”

“I’m fine, Barb.” Nancy cuts her off, her tone clipped.

Barb shakes her head, her voice softening. “This isn’t you.”

Nancy’s eyes flicker, her mask slipping just for a moment, but she quickly recovers. “Just go home, okay? You don’t want to be here anyway.”

Donna’s voice hardens, her words sharp enough to cut. “Yeah, and we came for you. To make sure you didn’t do anything stupid, and now that’s exactly what you’re doing.”

Nancy bristles, her tone defensive. “I don’t know what you want me to say—”

Barb interjects, desperation creeping into her voice. “Just come with us! We’re looking out for you, Nancy. We’re your friends—your best friends.”

Nancy lets out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “Oh, please. Just because we went to preschool together? Give me a break.” Her voice rises, frustration bubbling over. “I can’t believe I invited you guys here to hang out!”

Donna’s eyes narrow, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Wow. How generous of you, Nancy. I should feel so freaking blessed to be included in your stupid little group.”

“Oh my God, Donna, can you just shut up?” Nancy snaps, her tone sharp and cutting.

“Nancy!” Barb’s voice rises, her gaze darting between the two.

Donna steps closer, her anger boiling over. “Are you serious right now? We came here to have your back, Nancy. We ditched Joanna—who, by the way, is falling apart because her little brother is missing—and now you’re just… what? Blowing us off to stay here with Steve?”

“It’s not like-”Nancy falters, glancing toward the stairs, but Donna doesn’t let up.

“No, Nancy, it’s exactly like that. Barb and I came here because you asked us to, because we thought you needed us. And now you’re treating us like we’re disposable.”

Barb shifts uncomfortably, her voice a faint murmur. “Donna, maybe we should—”

Donna cuts her off, her voice growing louder. “No, Barb! I’m not going to just ‘maybe’ this. Joanna was right. We’re sitting here, pretending everything’s fine, while she’s out there with Jonathan, probably terrified. And for what? So Nancy can hook up with Steve freaking Harrington?”

Nancy’s expression hardens, her arms crossing defensively. “That’s not fair, Donna. You don’t know what I’m going through right now.”

Donna laughs, short and bitter. “You’re right, I don’t. Because you don’t talk to us, Nancy. You just drag us into your mess and then throw us out when it’s convenient.”

Barb steps between them, her voice trembling. “Stop. Both of you. This isn’t helping anything.”

But the tension between Nancy and Donna is electric, their words hanging in the air like a storm ready to break. For a moment, no one speaks. The faint hum of the TV and the muffled laughter from the living room are the only sounds, and the weight of the argument lingers like a bruise.

Finally, Nancy breaks the silence, her voice quieter but no less strained. “I’m staying. You don’t have to like it, but I’m staying.”

Donna shakes her head, disgust flashing across her face. “Fine. Stay. Don’t expect us to come running when you need us again.”

Nancy’s face flushes a deep crimson, her voice trembling with anger. “I didn’t ask you to come, Donna—”

Donna cuts her off with a sharp laugh, her eyes flashing. “No, actually, you literally did.” She takes a step closer, her voice low and biting. “And now you want to act like we just forced our way here? Spare me.”

Nancy’s jaw tightens, but Donna doesn’t give her a chance to respond. She lets out a bitter laugh, her words laced with venom. “Oh, please. ‘What you’re going through?’ Nancy, you don’t know the first thing about going through something. Your family isn’t falling apart. Your little brother isn’t missing. You’re just here because you wanted to play house with Steve Harrington.”

Nancy’s voice rises, sharp as a blade. “Why do you always have to be such a smartass?”

Barb gasps, her voice trembling. “Nancy! Stop—”

“What?!” Nancy snaps, throwing her arms up. “Listen to her! She’s being so—so obnoxious! She sounds like a seagull.”

Donna’s eyes widen, and then narrow into daggers. “What the fuck did she just say to me?”

“Donna, calm down,” Barb pleads, stepping between them.

Donna’s laugh is humorless, ice in her tone. “No, Barb, you know what? I’m cool.” She takes a breath, her face hardening. “Fuck you, Nancy. We never should’ve come here. You know, they say liquor brings out the truth in people. So have fun with your real friends. Try not to get knocked up tonight, dumbass.”

Nancy’s voice is a sharp, wounded bark. “Oh, fuck you, Donna! You’re just jealous!”

Donna’s jaw drops, and then she throws her head back in a disbelieving laugh. “Jealous? Of what? That I don’t need the validation of some rich jock to feel good about myself? Get the fuck out of here.”

Barb’s voice breaks through, desperate and small. “You guys, stop! This doesn’t have to get this deep!”

Nancy turns on Barb, her voice biting. “You’ve never even had a guy interested in you, Barb. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Donna’s voice cuts through the tension, sharp and unwavering. “He’s not interested in you, Nancy. He’s interested in your tits. The same way he was interested in Laurie Schumer’s tits, and Amy Greer’s ass, and Becky Coleman’s—”

“It’s not like that!” Nancy’s voice cracks, tears brimming in her eyes. “He actually loves me! God, you’re being such a bitch right now!”

Donna throws her hands up, exhaling sharply. “That’s it. I’m done.” She shakes her head, her voice quieter but no less resolute. “Sincerely, I hope for your sake that’s true. C’mon, Barb. I’ve got to pick up Dustin, and then get home.”

Nancy steps forward, panic creeping into her voice. “No, wait! If you go and get Dustin, then my mom will want to know why I’m not with you—”

Donna turns, fire in her eyes. “Yeah, you know, if I was your friend, maybe I’d give a fuck. But you’ve made it very clear that’s not what we are anymore. So figure out your own fucking lie, because it’s no longer my priority to cover for you.”

She grabs Barb’s arm firmly, steering her toward the door. Barb glances back at Nancy, her face caught in a painful mix of regret and worry, but Donna doesn’t slow. The door swings open, and with one last icy glare from Donna, it slams shut behind them, leaving Nancy standing alone in the echo of their departure.

[hjcoolartnerd]

Dylan’s Relationship:

Steve Harrington: Childhood best friends, used to do everything together and they didn’t have malice so Steve used to let Dylan sit in his lap. All up to Middle school when Dylan’s lost his brother who was “ran over” , Dylan became more of a loner, while Steve joined with the wrong crowd. Which made them drift apart, Steve became a DnD dweb becoming friends with Julia, Bruce, Mark and Eddie, while Steve was in per suit of popularity until he became Popular when, he slept with the hottest girl in Hawkins high. (He was a freshman), Dylan stay behind yet he had feelings for his ex best friend. (In The canon AUs Dylan and Steve become friends again after season 1. In the other AU, Steve and Dylan meet at times but it’s always awkward and Weird because Tommy is there.) sometimes in the no monster AU Steve battles his feelings depending on the AU, weather it is Harringrove, Steddie, Stelan or Dylve, steddielan, haringroveker, harringroveson.

Tommy Hagan: used to bully Dylan since he met the boy seeing how he wasn’t normal. Maybe it was because deep down Tommy probably had the same inclination or felt an attraction towards Dylan. They were never close but in both Canon AUs and no monsters AU Tommy and Dylan are hookup partners as per Tommy’s request to want to try having sex with a guy despite being with Carol.

Billy Hargrove: Dylan is the first person wh9 actually greets Billy because Dylan was forced to they both instantly acknowledge that the other is abused by their father tho they don’t mention it, but they see the slight signs the only difference is that they each channel it differently. Dylan becomes a wing man to Billy in every AU that Billy likes Mark. They are mostly platonic or like siblings but in some universe they actually hookup. we also have the other ships like harringrobe, Walgrove, harringroveker, harringroveson.

Steve Joe Randal: dispite being a Mix douche Steve and mix douche Billy, he cares or cared deeply for Dylan (in the canon AU this oc dies because he was flayed and he fused with Dylan’s dad and step mother trying to end or take Dylan to the spider monster) but when he isn’t trying to kill Dylan he is trying his best although tried to force sex onto Dylan (imagine when he finds out that Tommy was the one who got lucky to be the first to sleep with Dylan). Other ships include. Steve x2, Rangrove, Joddie(Most people call Him joe so joe + Eddie), Joncy, Bydal (Jonathan x Joe).

Eddie Munson: they become close even when Dylan’s close group stops playing DnD, they also have a hookup relationship but it’s less cold than Dylan and Tommy’s. They act more like a couple. But they don’t have feelings for eachother, at least in canon AU Eddie looses his feelings for Dylan when he sees that Dylan still is after Steve. Other ships Dyldie, Steddie, Harringroveson, Steddielan, Chrissy x Eddy.

Fiona Thompson: one sided, Dylan never actually liked Fiona. Not his type

Barbara Holland: in canon AU if she had confessed Dylan would have tried to his best to like her like that because she was actually Dylan’s type.

[miss-little-kitten]

Sometimes you’re just a kid. I think that’s Steve’s whole development arc. He was just a kid. In the books we don’t even see how he’s a douche bag, we see Tommy and Jason trying to take his place. Sometimes you’re a bully and sometimes you’re just a sixteen year old kid who is in all these sports and probably didn’t have time to think about anything else and went along with his friends. We see when he walks away from Tommy the hurt in Tommy. The hurt in Carol.

We see how Steve smiles with Dustin versus how he did with Tommy. This could be Joe genuinely enjoying learning a nerdy handshake with a kid he enjoyed watching grow up, but it could be his character making choices for himself.

I theorize Steve was a passive douche bag. Besides for the Jonathan incident which he totally deserved, people forget that happened and not only were there photos of Nancy but there were photos of him naked too. As my dad always said if I caught anyone doing that they should be thankful all that came from it was a broken camera. He goes to Jonathan to apologize because he realizes the shit he actually said before the fight, he doesn’t go looking for Nancy, he finds Nancy. Even after Jonathan and Nancy sleep together before they’re officially broken up Steve throws himself back into the upside down. Let’s not forget he’s the only one at that point not to have ANYTHING invested in it besides he’s an adult Dustin can ask for help with.

So in a single day Steve learns Nancy and him are over, he almost gets killed trying to keep all these kids safe he barely knows, almost gets killed AGAIN before knowingly going into the tunnels with fresh blood that attracts these monsters to protect said kids. He’s a good dude. That’s what we’re shown. But that’s not the hot gossip I’m sure was spread around Hawkins high.

God I’d love a book about Steve.

i really wish we could like. See how Steve was a douchebag. i wish we actually had a scene with him being an actual asshole without provocation or reason.

like the jonathan thing? Dude was being a mega creep, he fucked around, he deserved to find out, and despite deserving to get his shit rocked, STEVE was the one who actually got really hurt in the fight, AND he went to apologise afterwards, AND HE REPLACED THE CAMERA.

He even told Tommy to stop being a shit about Barb, when he could have easily just joked about it with his friends if he was awful.

we have Robin claiming he was a douchebag in school and treating him like garbage for a while, we have Eddie being surprised that he's a good dude, we have jonathan scoffing at Steve being reliable...

Yet we have no... actual evidence of Steve being anything but a solid human being.

I WANT TO SEE WHY PEOPLE THINK HE WAS A DOUCHEBAG, BECAUSE I HAVE YET TO SEE IT. TELLING ME ISNT ENOUGH, DUFFERS, YOU NEED TO SHOW ME.

[miss-little-kitten]

Season two just does something for me.

Dustin, a little kid not even up to Steve shoulders comes to him because he’s the only grown up he can find. Steve isn’t a grown up though. He’s a kid. And he sees this little boy and takes a deep breath and acknowledges he doesn’t have to fight this time. Nancy broke up with him, that is the reason he was in this mess. Nancy is no where to be found and crushed his heart.

He sees Lucas and that random girl, who in a few hours almost dies for. A little girl who only knows teenage boys are assholes and are like her step brother. Suddenly she’s being protected, cared for, he throws her first before Lucas and Mike, and then holds Dustin so tight. She watches as Steve knows if he can’t get out of the tunnel he’s dead but Dustin is out next. Why not pull out Dustin? Once again Steve doesn’t have the same connection as he did with Nancy. He’s made four new ones. Four little sets of hands help pull him out.

We see Mike completely comfortable with Steve in season 3 in the ice cream scene. We don’t see him act that way around other teens, we see Steve sing to Nancy in season one. She is uncomfortable or embarrassed just like El is in that opening scene. Those kids never hated that douche bag Steve Harrington as Dustin says in season one. He’s a dork and a nerd just like them in different ways, the only to really see it I think is Max and El. In season 3 we know they clearly all have infiltrated his life. He has no other friends which robin points out and kids have no issues pushing him around, but he’s happy.

Dustin says clearly in season two: so keep us safe. I think he takes that to heart. Keep these little kids safe. They’re little kids. I’m sure he’s seen Mike with his round little face in season one asleep on the couch as he watches tv with Nancy. He’s seen the other boys and acknowledges these are kids and they faced worst things than he did. In season three he shoves Dustin and Erica as fast as he can. He’s going to die for these kids and then regrets as he looks to robin. She shouldn’t be here. Shit another person in this mess. Does she understand immediately after why the kids rush to him? Why they ring the bell over and over to be annoying? Does she notice how he can look annoyed but still smiles when they walk in? She’s just learned for years Steve has been dealing with this, and he wants the kids to stay kids. He’s feels the need to keep robin safe too. He’s disposable when he thinks about himself.

They have friends. They’re happy without him. Can you imagine how Lucas felt seeing Steve at his game? He feels isolated and suddenly this guy who has taken them all in is louder than anyone else. He sees the real party celebrating their victory as well. Do you think he questions if this is how Steve always felt? Who cheered him on? He doesn’t have friends something clearly pointed out. He didn’t even have Nancy senior year after Halloween. He isn’t social, people often act like he was so social but we see he stops talking to almost everyone after season one. Even before then he had a small social circle and seemed pleased to keep it small. How many nights did he spend alone, a place once filled by Tommy or Carol or Nancy?

Sorry for this weird post. I wish we had more content and I miss filler content. I miss 26 episodes. I miss television

[that-ineffable-devil]

I would genuinely love to see a fight between Steve and Tommy, but only if Steve wins because he deserves that win.

Was Steve a douche? Absolutely.

Did Tommy and Carol make him worse? GODS YES.

And he called it--they just want to make everyone else as miserable as they are.

[headkiss]

Hi, love your works. Can you write an angst with fluffy ending where it starts from Steve's douche era. The reader gets teased for stutter. At the end they fall in love. You don't have to write it if you don't like it, it's just me feeling like an angst to read in Valentine's Day and luveline's (Jade) stuttering reader blurb just hyped me up more:)

hiii this is a teeny bit different than what you asked but i hope you like it !!! | 0.8k angst to fluff ( and anon i share your love for jade ( @luveline ) and her writing !!! you can find her blurb here !! )

You avoid going to Scoops Ahoy whenever you end up at the mall.

You’ll walk by, check who’s working, and keep walking every time because Steve always seems to be working. You just tell yourself you don’t like ice cream anymore.

Today marks another trip to the mall. Your parents like to send you there to get things for them, insisting that they’re too busy working to go themselves. You don’t mind so much. It’s nice to get out of the house sometimes.

The part you do mind is having to talk to people, seeing the impatient looks on their faces, getting stressed and making things worse for yourself. You hate it.

You took a long time to get your words out at the last store, and the cashier was clearly annoyed by it, so you decided you needed a break. A breather.

Unfortunately, it being the weekend and crazy busy, the only open bench is in front of Scoops. You sit and keep your head down, your leg bouncing.

Steve notices. He always notices you.

He sees it almost every time you pause in front of the store and then keep walking when you see him inside. It makes his stomach hurt, his heart pinch painfully.

Now’s the only time you’ve stayed near Scoops. The only time he can actually try and talk to you. He turns to Robin and tells her he’ll be right back.

A pair of blue shoes and tall, white socks enter your line of vision. You lift your head and find none other than Steve Harrington standing in front of you. He scratches the back of his neck nervously before sitting down next to you, leaving plenty of space between you.

“Can we talk?” He asks you.

He’s not someone you really wanna talk to. In school, his friends Tommy and Carol gave you endless shit for your stutter, and though he never said anything mean directly to you, he never said anything to stop them, either. Though, you haven’t seen him with either of them in a while.

“What d-do you want to t-t-talk about?” You can’t even look at him despite feeling his eyes on the side of your face.

“I wanted to say I’m sorry.”

That makes you look at him, your head turning to see his soft, brown eyes. They give away his sincerity. You don’t want to trust it.

“Just leave m-me alone, p-p-p,” you stop trying and huff a breath. P is the hardest sound for you. “Please.”

Steve hates the way you look defeated every time you stutter. He hates that he’s part of the reason you feel so awful about something you can’t control.

“You don’t have to say anything. Just listen. Promise.”

You nod, a tiny movement that he catches only because he was looking so closely.

“I should’ve defended you. In school, everytime those assholes said something. I should’ve stopped them, but I didn’t. I was a dick who cared way too much about what people thought. I’m working on that.”

He looks right at you the whole time he speaks, never breaking eye contact.

His words surprise you. You never expected Steve to apologize to you for things he technically didn’t do. You feel tears prick your eyes and blink them away.

“I just want you to know that I know I was awful to you, and you didn’t deserve that.”

“Why are you ap-p-pologizing now?”

“I want to be better. Make amends and all that.”

“L-like rehab?”

He laughs softly at that.

Steve doesn’t understand how you aren’t yelling at him or something. How you can still be so nice when he knows he hurt you. Though, he can’t deny that he’s glad you’re giving him a chance.

He’s always thought you were pretty. Always liked the sound of your voice. He was too stupid to ever do anything about it.

“Something like that,” he says. He slides a little closer to you on the bench, your thighs centimeters apart. “How can I make it up to you?”

“I d-don’t know,” you say, honest and quiet.

“I’d really like to try. To make it up to you, I mean.”

Steve’s voice is much kinder than you’ve ever heard it, and you think, maybe he really has changed. You know he had a falling out with Tommy and Carol and you think it’s clear that it did him some good.

His eyes are really pretty, you also think. They hold a lot of emotion, and you like that you can see part of how he’s feeling just by looking into them.

Like now, you can tell he’s almost pleading with them, pleading to be able to make things better.

“That w-would be n-nice.”

He doesn’t make a single comment about your stutter, doesn’t even show that he hears it. He only smiles hopefully.

“How about free Scoops Ahoy ice cream.”

“For how l-long?” You ask, mostly joking, though your voice is too shy for that to be obvious.

“Until they inevitably fire me.”

[lowaltitude]

Passive | Billy Hargrove

— Stranger Things

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❪ FEM! ❫ ❪ prompt: ‘ “don’t you know who i am?” “yup. i just don’t care” ’ ❫

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𖥻 Billy Hargrove x FEM!reader, in which William “Billy” Hargrove is pushed to his limit by some girl he just met in his Biology class.

𖥻 OR in which Billy‘s charming act doesn’t fool you in the slightest.

𖥻 No connection to Stranger Things series timeline. 2.4k words

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I tapped my foot impatiently, staring at clock just wanting the day to end. It felt like every second took 100 seconds.

After contemplating skipping this class today but deciding to come I was now regretting it. All I’d done was have to sit and look infront if me at Carol Perkins and Tommy Hagen being the most obnoxious couple ever.

“Tommy will be with Nick, Daisy with Richard, Carol with Fred—“ Mrs Green’s rambling about our class pairings was cut off when the bell finally sounded. Everyone rushing to get out of their seats and go home, or to wherever they had plans to be. “Oh. And Billy your partner will be Y/N”

Perfect. I inwardly groaned. Not only did I despise partnered work, but I was with the biggest douche in the school. Mr Popular, the ladies man himself. Billy Hargrove.

I looked at Billy, watching him light a cigarette between his teeth and walk out the door without a care in the world, and I felt like slamming my head against the desk.

“Mrs Green?” I sighed, approaching her desk “Can I work alone? Or at least with someone else”

“Pairs are final, you get a new partner next semester”

I wanted to grab her by the shoulders and tell her about the things I’d heard he’d done, the way he treated people. He was constantly angry! Perpetually unsatisfied! He was just an ass! He wasn’t even passive aggressive like most of the mean people here, he was just aggressive aggressive.

“Fuck” I muttered, earning a pointed glare from the woman. Tugging my bag over my shoulder and trudging into the halls.

As I made my way out to the bus stop I spotted Billy leaned against his car, a young girl skating up and climbing into the passenger seat. He waits a moment before climbing in and speeding away from the school zone.

Another reason I knew Billy was ‘the worst’? He lived a few houses away from me, and almost every night I was woken up by him coming home at some ungodly hour with his music playing at full volume and the engine of his muscle car revving.

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I kept my headphones on the next morning, resting my elbow on the table and holing my face up as I stared out the window and contemplated why my family had to decide to live here of all places.

People hollered as Billy walked in, giving him high fives and pats on the back. Presumably for his latest ‘conquest’. Mrs Green directing him away from the empty seat next to Tommy H and towards me in the back row. And, unfortunately, he obliged.

“Hey” He smirked, nodding his head at me and giving me a once over. Ignoring him, I kept my attention on the window hoping he would think I just hadn’t heard him.

“Alright!” Mrs Green said, and I reluctantly took off my headphones, ignoring Billy’s raised eyebrow. “First group to correctly identify all the cells under a microscope will not be receiving homework tonight. You and your partner must work together to complete the list.”

Rolling my eyes, I grab one of the samples in front of me and put it under the microscope.

“Hey” Billy repeats suddenly.

“Hello” I keep my eyes on the work in front of me. Billy doesn’t seem pleased that I wasn’t staring at him in awe, he scoffs and moves closer to the table in his chair. Grabbing the microscope, he looks at the sample and furrows his eyebrows.

“What the fuck is that?”

After he moves away I pull it back to me, looking at it for a few seconds and grabbing my pen. “It’s Prophase. The first stage of mitosis” He looks at me, confusion evident on his face “The topic we’ve been working on for almost 2 months.”

“What are you listening to?” He tries to reach past me to grab my cassette player but I put a hand up to stop him, switching out the sample and looking in the microscope again.

“Fourth phase” I mumble, looking at my paper and keeping my other hand up as I write “Anaphase”

Billy doesn’t move, he just stares at me with one arm reached out, my hand blocking it, and his mouth ajar before slowly pulling his arm back.

“Metaphase” I smile, looking at the last sample, I raise my hand, Mrs Green walking over to Billy and I as I slide my open notebook to him.

“Yes?” She asks cautiously

“We’re done” I turn to Billy, gesturing with my head towards the notes.

“Uh” He looks down at it “1 was Prophase, 2 Anaphase, and 3 Metaphase.”

Mrs Green smiles and gives us a nod, pulling away the tray of samples “Nice work, I knew you would be a good pair.”

I exhale out my nose sharply, taking my book from Billy and putting my headphones back on as I look out the window again. But just as I press play on my tape, Billy leans over and pushes stop.

“Don’t you know who I am?” Does he know who he is? Despite what he might think he’s not some celebrity, he’s not Rob Lowe or John Stamos, he’s some boy that moved to a middle of nowhere town from California and thinks he can take over because women think he’s attractive.

“Yup.” I nod, putting my finger on play again “I just don’t care”

Thankfully the bell rang and I managed to rush out into the hall before meeting his infamous ‘wrath’. I wasn’t afraid of him, but I also didn’t really handle being yelled at very well.

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“You don’t care?” Billy’s voice in my ear makes me practically jump out of my skin. I hadn’t seen him all day and he decided to startle me as I walked out of the school.

“Oh my god” I put one hand to my chest “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“If you’re trying to get my attention, congratulations, you did it.”

“What? You’re so full of yourself, I do not give a shit about you or anyone else in this godforsaken town” Spinning on my heels, I turn away from him and start towards the bus.

I hear Billy groan as he jogs to catch up with me, his hands buried in his jean pockets. “Yeah, sure. I believe you” His voice is drenched with sarcasm. “I’m in a charitable mood, i’ll throw you a bone, you’re not exactly below my standards.”

“That’s disgusting” Ew. I shuddered at the thought.

I pick up speed, Billy stopping as he seems to realise i’m not joking. He stands there until i’ve taken my seat on the bus and I see him quirk his head to the side slightly before turning to walk to his car as I pull my headphones on again.

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Thankfully I didn’t have Biology the next day, and I thought I had managed to escape Billy’s sights until I found him talking to some girl right next to my locker. Leaned against my locker actually.

“Move” I huff, not in the mood to even pretend to care about seeming polite.

The girl glares at me, tossing her hair over her shoulder as Billy rolls his eyes and slides slightly to the side off of my locker. He growls when I aggressively pull my door open, hitting him in the arm.

As I shut my locker door and turn to leave the school, Billy shakes off the girl and jogs after me. “Let me drive you home, sweetheart”

“I’m sorry— Do you not know my name?”

“Of course I do” He scoffs, and I stop walking tapping my foot and folding my arms across my chest as I wait. “It’s…”

Unsurprising. “Goodbye” Billy touches his palm to the small of my back and I tense, trying to shake him off. “Stop touching me”

“Never heard that before” He mutters, putting his hand back into his jacket pocket and stopping, leaned against the school door.

“You should get used to it, because girls aren’t always going to throw themselves at you. They’re going to realise that you are a self centred idiot who’ doesn’t respect anyone, and that they deserve so much better.”

Billy only smirked as I stood their, pointing my finger at him.

“What?!” I almost shout

“Sure you don’t want that ride home?” Raising an eyebrow at him, he begins to spin his keys around his finger. I look behind me, groaning as the bus pulls away.

Begrudgingly, I stomp away from Billy and head in the direction of his stupid car. Actually, I liked his car it was really pretty. But it was stupid because it was impossibly loud.

He walked alongside me, content with my annoyance. The young red head girl leaned against the passenger side looked over her shoulder at us, sighing and moving the seat so she could sit in the back.

“No, it’s okay.” I smile at her, putting my hand in her shoulder before I duck into the back seat. Both her and Billy stare at me like i’d lost my mind.

“Get in the car” Billy huffs at the girl, presumably his sister. She takes her seat and he starts there car, I repeatedly catch her trying to look at me in the mirrors. “Where’s your house?”

“Are you serious?” The girl laughs

“Shut up” Billy spits back, and I’m tempted to kick the back of his seat as hard as I can.

She sinks in her seat slightly, her voice going a little quiet as she looks down and spins a wheel on her skateboard. “She lives next to us”

Billy smacks his lips and nods, tapping his hands on the sterling wheel and I lean forward, peering between the gap in the seats to look at the girl.

“I really don’t want to be here, don’t worry” She raises an eyebrow at me “I like your sneakers”

“Oh. Thank you…?”

“Y/N” I smile. Billy snaps his fingers, as if he had triumphed in finding out my name, and I roll my eyes. “That’s him learning my name.”

A small smile plays across her lips “I’m Max”

Nodding, I move back and look out the window, Billy brings his hand up turning up the stereo and I glance at him as I recognise the song. Great, now I have to hate this band because he liked them.

He pulls into the driveway and Max climbs out, moving the seat for me and I thank her, throwing my bag over my shoulder and starting to walk away from their house.

“Aren’t you coming in?” Billy calls after me, folding his arms and leaning in the roof of his car.

“What part of ‘I DONT LIKE YOU’ wasn’t clear?”

“Can I drive you to school tomorrow?”

“No!”

Max grabs her things and goes inside, leaving Billy watching me as I walk down three houses and straight in my front door. I can see him lighting as cigarette as I get to my bedroom and close the curtains.

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“Why do you hate me?” Billy asks, his voice low as he puts a hand by my head, practically pinning me against my locker

“Go away”

“Answer.”

“Because you’re rude, and arrogant, and I saw the way you talk to Max. You’re inconsiderate and treat women like they’re made to serve you.”

“Is that it?”

Furrowing my brows I scoff at him “You keep forcing me to be around you when I clearly don’t want to, you—“

I’m cut off when Billy decides to press his finger to the wrinkle between my eyebrows. It’s as if he had pressed a mute button because I try to continue but nothing comes out.

“I’m going to make you like me” He licks his lips, smiling as he meets my eyes “You’re going to beg for my attention”

“It seems like I already have it” I smack his hand away, but he just puts it on the other side of my head, caging me in against my locker.

“Y/N” Billy says breathlessly, and I’m almost taken back by how much softer his voice is than normal.

Realising that I was just having positive thoughts about Billy Hargrove, I shake my head and use my strength to push him back slightly. “We’re late for class”

He chuckles, but follows me towards biology. Sitting at he table and waiting, drumming his fingers on the desk. What the fuck.

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Billy was, once again, leaned at my locker at the end of the day. Girls flocking to him like he was free chocolate. As I closed my locker he waved his hands and the girls, who seemingly had extremely low self respect, did as he wished and scurried away.

“Hey” He smiled, walking along side me “Can I take you home?”

“No, thanks”

“Come on, it’ll be fun”

“I think i’d have at least the tiniest bit of respect for you if you understood what ‘no’ meant.”

“Oh sweetheart, you never take no for answer when you want something this badly”

I made a fake gagging sound and Billy rolled his eyes, grabbing my hand and planting his feet. “Let go”

“Don’t get on the bus”

“Billy.” I glare, pulling my hand out of his grip. It wasn’t even that tight it was just strange.

“Say my name like that again, I like it” I turn back to the bus and Billy sighs, jogging so he can walk backwards in front of me. “Let me drive you. Please”

Had he just actually said ‘please’ or was I delusional? I don’t know what Billy’s angle was, but I wasn’t going to fall for it.

“If you’re trying to prove a point to someone just lie and tell them whatever it is you need to say”

“What?” He stops walking and I almost run into him.

“You know, the fucking cliche. Popular hot jock gets dared by his asshole friends to make an advance on some loser. Tell them whatever you want”

“Y/N, my friends don’t even know you exist.” He holds in his laughter “I just need to make you like me for my own personal gain. Plus, then you’ll beg me to forgive all the times you berated me”

Tucking my lips into a line I stare at him, trying to see if he was telling the truth or not. Accepting his response, I turn in the direction of his car and smiling when I spot Max approaching it.

“You really think i’m hot?” Billy whispers

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to be continued…?

— now read billy’s retelling here!

[a-vvenger]

hide (steve version)

pairing: steve harrington (king steve) x reader

(no pronouns used i don’t believe)

summary: you and steve harrington are in a secret relationship and you’re pretty convinced steve’s ashamed of you

warnings: ANGST, steve’s a douche

a/n: based on hide by leanna firestone! give it a listen! this is very short and i’m sorry but it’s all i’ve got…

my masterlist | eddie munson version

We go out, but always leave early

Make me duck down in your passenger seat

you and steve had been dating for about six months now. the problem was that no one knew it. it wasn’t your choice but steve’s. he told you he had a reputation to uphold. if he was caught with you then he would be done for in the social pool. you were a quiet kid who tommy h and carol had a fun time picking on. steve never joined them when bullying you. no, not at all.

when the two of you would go on dates it would always be an early dinner or you would be at your own houses. if you did get dinner you couldn’t be out late and if you saw anyone from school steve would push your head below the dash with a “shit, duck down.”

And I'll never tell you how much it hurts me

But it does

it hurt you deeply, but you would never tell steve that. you were too afraid to lose him. the only guy who had ever even looked your way. it was by complete accident that the two of you ended up together. the two of you shared an English class and your teacher assigned you to tutor him so he could keep his grade up and stay on the basketball team. the rest was history.

You like me, as long as its secret

steve liked you. a lot. but he only showed it to you in private. he barely even showed it when it was just the two of you at a restaurant.too on edge about other people seeing the two of you.

You'll hold me if no one else sees it

he was very touchy when the two of you were alone. always cuddling in bed. hands running through your hair. but, in public, he wouldn’t be caught dead within a foot of you.

And I'm starting to think that it's me that's the fool

you were starting to wonder if the relationship is really worth it if this is how it’s gonna be. were you a fool to think that this will change after high school?

Cause I'd love to love you

In the light

you wanted nothing more than to hold his hand in the halls. wanted him to walk you to class, a hand on your back guiding you. you didn’t want it to matter that you two were together as long as you loved each other.

And I hate that you make me hide

you hated that he made you hide.

We live in shadows and silence

he would only kiss you where the light didn’t touch. in your bedrooms with the doors closed and curtains shut.

You'll kiss me as long as I'm quiet

and as long as you didn’t tell anyone about the two of you, he would continue to kiss you as much as you wanted, as long as it’s in the shadows.

But still, I check if your eyelids are closеd

when he falls asleep with you wrapped in his arms, you always check to see if his eyes are actually closed. you check that he isn’t still scared that people will find out in the privacy of your rooms. because if you can’t bring that comfort to him then you weren’t enough.

Cause I'd love to love you

In thе light

you wanted him to feel safe enough to be with you no matter what. if tommy and carol found out and dropped him from their little circle then you wanted him to know that you would be there always. if you didn’t you’re afraid he’d leave you for them.

And I hate that you make me hide

the secrets were crushing you daily. you couldn’t tell your friends, your family, anybody. steve made you promise.

I hate that when you talk to me

It's usually hushed

even in the quiet of your bedroom he spoke in whispers. you don’t think you’ve ever heard his voice above that of a whisper. the hushed sound of his voice making tears roll down your cheeks as you turn away from him while he sleeps. right after he had whispered good night.

And I always have to guess whether or not

You're in love

yes steve had told you he loved you but you had your doubts.if he truly loved you, would he be able to keep it a secret? would he be able to act like you don’t exist outside of your bedrooms.

I don't know how much longer

I can hold on

you weren’t sure how much longer you could deal with the secrets but you had to keep trying.

But I'd rather have you this way, than no way at all

because if you didn’t try to keep the secrets you would lose him for good. if you told anyone he would definitely choose tommy and carol over you. and yes maybe that is unfair to you but you couldn’t live without steve harrington. you loved him too much for that.

Cause I'd love to love you

In the light

so you kept quiet. you sat back and hoped that one day you would love each other openly. with no care or thought about what others thought of the two of you. that you would have friends that would support the two of you wholeheartedly.

And I hate

How easily you can make me cry

but for now, you would continue to suffer in silence. you would cry at night in his arms after he fell asleep. you hated how easily he made you cry. how he didn’t notice the pain in your eyes as you looked into his.

Don't wanna be the girl

You only love at night

and maybe one day you’ll stop being that girl that he only loves in the darkness of your bedrooms, maybe one day hell love you in the light.

How I hate that you make me

Hide

or maybe one day you would slip from his fingers so slowly that he wouldn’t even notice until dustin henderson smacked some sense into him, literally.

[endlessxrealities]

Robin closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose, letting out the most frustrated sigh she’s probably ever given. “You absolutely dingus Harrington!” She scolds him, hitting his arm again, but a bit softer this time. “Alcohol is a truth serum. If the girl told you she liked you, she was telling the truth.”

She groaned, glancing in the direction of the back room, then back to Steve. “- and realistically, who cares what Dustin thinks?” She shakes her head, deciding she should word that better. “I mean, it’s his sister, yeah I get that; and you’re all bros before hoes or whatever, but if he was a good friend to you, and a good brother to her, he’d want you both to be happy, no matter if it was with each other. Stop letting other people come between you and happiness.”

Steve had let people come between him and happiness many times in his life. Tommy and Carol, his parents.. now Dustin, and the kid had never actually once indicated he’d have an issue with it if he actually liked her.

She tugs at the collar of his shirt, revealing a faded hickey, “- and what the hell is this? You trying to look like a douche?”

Lauren Henderson stared at Steve Harrington, like she usually did. She stood out in one of the aisles of tapes, meant to be putting things away, but she wanted to listen in on the disgusting flirting happening between worker and customer at the counter. “That could be you, you know.” Robin would say, coming up behind her to actually start doing the job Lauren had been tasked with. - “Robin I told you, okay? He and I talked at your birthday party last month, he isn’t interested in me like that.” Lauren sighed, also finally working, looking away from Steve. - “run it by me again.” Robin was teasing, no, tormenting her. - “I got hammered, confessed, he was kind about it, I got the wrong idea, tried to kiss him, then he gently explained to me how I was not his type and that it would be wrong, and I went home and cried myself to sleep.” The girl listed off without break, turning to give her queer friend a sarcastic smile. “Happy?” The girl scowled and moved around her to get to the Romance section. - “No, because he’s a dingus who’s very clearly into you.” Robins words had Lauren audibly laugh- briefly getting the attention of the blonde girl who was busy toying with Steve’s vest from across the counter; but she quickly returned to her attentions on Steve, and Lauren looked at Robin. “I’m sorry, are you blind, or deaf? Because 1. He’s got a sometimes literal line up of hot thin bimbos, and 2. This last week, he’s come in three out of five days with at least one hickey on his neck.” Lauren gestured with her hands, she was getting worked up the more Robin poked. And Robin had been poking… for weeks. “He went on lunch break last week and came back 20 mins later with a hickey, Robin. He’s got a whore on speed dial, okay? I’m just the dorky older sister of his best friend.” Robin didn’t seem to have a rebuttal for that one, and Lauren sighed and moved elsewhere to work. She hated blowing up at Robin like that, but she seriously could not take it on top of the regular torture of Steve still trying to be friends. How do you be friends with someone who literally owns your heart?

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Steve felt regret. He did. It wasn't that he didn't want her. No, he so did but he knew what it was to be that hammered. As badly as he wanted to profess his own feelings for Lauren...That wasn't the time. He wanted her to remember it. That and he had to get up the courage to talk to Dustin about it...It didn't feel right since she was his older sister after all.

No, Steve had pushed her away. Prayed she wouldn't remember that night and he could work up the courage to tell her properly. Let her know how he'd liked her for about a solid year now.

From his experience, drinking and confessions didn't mix.

So, Steve had stuffed his feelings down and let himself have a bit of fun. But that's all it was. It never meant anything and after every date he just felt miserable and hollow.

Steve finished talking to...Wendy? He thinks that's the blonde's name. He gives her a good recommendation. One both she and her boyfriend will like. Then he moved to take a stake of tapes to the horror section. He cursed loudly as he ends up knocking into a display. Steve's arm ful of movies landing on the floor.

@endlessxrealities

[bowiebond]

Pretty boy Tommy with his freckles and his full lips being Hawkins No.1 oral provider. He uses his mouth to get through high school; gives nerdy girls their first big ‘O’ for his homework done and let’s guys fuck his mouth when he needs them to provide a decent excuse for why he’s skipping class. He got Stevie, Carol and him into an R rated film at 16 by blowing the guy in the box during his fifteen minutes break and the pizza guy knows full well that Tommy will let him cum on his face for two free pizzas.

For ages, it’s just something everyone knows. They can use Tommy’s mouth whenever he needs something and most of them are willing to make that deal.

Tommy has one rule. He doesn’t swallow, and he doesn’t fuck any girls since he’s with Carol (she lets it go since she gets his mouth more than they do).

Or at least, he doesn’t swallow until he’s on his knees in the shower, Billy fucking Hargrove fisting his hair and fucking his throat so hard it’s sure to bruise, and he kind of loves it honestly. He’s not dating Carol anymore, and he can admit he likes when they’re rough and he can barely speak after, and Billy is throbbing on his tongue, hot and salty and bitter in the back of his throat, light headed from it all.

And then Billy loosens his fist to cup the back of his head and buries himself as deep as he can go, Tommy’s nose nestled in his trimmed dark blond hairs. Tommy has to suppress a gag, tears welling in the corners of his eyes and threatening to fall as cum shoots down his throat, forced to swallow or choke.

Tommy almost does, choking just as tad before Billy is grinding the coarse hairs against his puffy lips and Tommy swallows, keeps swallowing until he doesn’t have enough air to continue, head throbbing dully. He smacks at Billy’s hip to get him to let up, and he coughs when Billy pulls out, bringing a hand to his neck as he gasps and swallows, the taste of spunk in the back of his throat when he clears it.

“Dick. I told you I don’t swallow.” He coughed once more, voice hoarse, and Billy grins down at him, sleazy as ever.

“You don’t swallow for Hawkins, T.” Tommy glares up at him. “I ain’t Hawkins, baby.” Billy cups under his chin and leads him right back to his softened cock. “You swallow for me, got it?”

And okay, maybe the idea isn’t so bad. Billy’s always had a massive douche-y ego and maybe Tommy’s kind of into that. When people are mean to everyone but teasing with him. It’s actually exactly his type.

He sticks his tongue out and laps at the creamy slit, relishing in the soft hiss Billy gives. He grins.

“I got it.” He suckles the head and can’t suppress the smug smile when Billy twitches.

“Fucking hell; you hicks are all repressed whores, I swear.”

“Be grateful you’re stuck with hicks. Ones gonna suck your dick twice in one day.”

“Well hurry up then, hick.” Billy smirks and pulls on his hair, just the way Tommy likes it. “Touch yourself this time too.”

Tommy laughs.

He wouldn’t need to.

[thestobingirlie]

On Mom Steve, I am actually not into Steve is the mom of the group but I am into Steve is the 'mom friend' because even in season 1 he is shown to drive Tommy and Carol around and give them his food. So it's really funny to imagine Tommy and Carol looking at Steve driving the kids (and Robin) around and giving them food and missing the good old days. I just find it funny that implied caretaking behaviour of friends is a trait he had when he was a 'douche' but is also portrayed as a 'he's changed' trait.

oh steve is such a mom friend. also, tommy and carol absolutely get jealous of the kids. literally… fuck them kids. we should be getting driven around.

i think some people write steve as being caring because the kids are younger, so he looks after them, but that’s just the way he treats his friends. he drives them around everywhere and give them his lunch in the cafeteria.

steve is super caring, which i think is where the ‘mom steve’ thing comes from. because his friends are younger, he’s the ‘mom’ rather than the ‘mom friend’.