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mrvlbimbo · 2 years

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You mean nothing (everything) to me

Eddie Munson x reader

SMUT SMUT SMUT WARNING

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She was already having a bad day at work when Mike and Dustin had so rudely bursted through the door of the video shop. The first thing she thought was that they should be at school but then she reminded herself of her own highschool days and she felt more forgiving. “I’m not giving you guys any more rated r movies. My boss had my ass for it last time,” she barked at them as they perused the shelves, clearly trying to build up the courage to ask her something.

“We need a different type of favor actually.” She tried to wrap her head around what Dustin might have been implying. Sure a lot of highschool kids asked her to buy them alcohol and such and she would be lying if she said she never obliged them.

“So we have this DND group,” Mike added and she almost laughed. Of course this would be about Eddie Munson and his stupid fucking DND cult.

“Yeah yeah, with Sinclair. Where is he anyways?” she asked, referring to their other friend who was part of the club as well. She kept up with the kids due to her best-friendship with their resident babysitter Steve Harrington. And because of that she knew that Lucas had a basketball game that night and that’s likely why they were pleading with her to join.

“So that’s why we’re here.” Mike introduced the idea with the amount of elegance she would expect from a Freshman in highschool who played DND in his freetime. He wasn’t convincing in the slightest but she allowed the two boys to continue with their pitch.

“He bailed. We need an extra for tonight.” Dustin brought a reason to the table, seemingly the more logical one of the two.

“Ask Harrington,” she shot back, presenting them with their first alternative. Also presenting her with an out so she wouldn’t have to see the infamous leader of their little club.

“He has a date,” Dustin replied smugly, knowing he had caught her in a bad spot.

“And you assume I don’t.” It was matter of fact. She stated that she had other things to do and that their excursion wasn’t worth her time. She was interested to see how they would respond.

“What you do isn’t considered dating,” Mike scoffed and she thought about smacking him in the side of the head. She decided against it since she was at work, and on her boss’s last nerve.

“Don’t be an ass. You’re too young to be talking about all that crap,” she replied sternly, reminding them that although she was a cool adult she was still an adult.

“So you’ll be there?” He asked, knowing it would be better to ask her a yes or no question than drag on and let her avoid the offer until she was able to coax them out of the shop.

“Yeah. Fine.” She had a soft spot for the kids so it was a no-brainer that she would help them out even if it was really inconvenient and uncomfortable for her.

She went home and changed into something nicer. Even after everything she was still trying to impress Eddie, some things never changed. It’s not like he would care, or more likely he’d make a snide comment about her outfit and then ignore her for the rest of the night.

Her assumption was right, his first words when she walked through the door were a comment about her promiscuity. “You brought the school slut into my sanctuary?” He was as rude as ever, still sporting that ridiculous haircut that she’d never admit to liking.

“Former school slut. I graduated, unlike you,” she snapped back, trying not to show that it hurt her. This game they had been playing for years only worked if he thought she hated him too, she couldn’t even think of how much worse it would be if he knew the truth.

“You don't have to rub it in. Plus I don’t have the advantage of sleeping with my teachers for grades.” He knew it wasn’t true but he said it anyway to get under her skin. He couldn’t help himself when that familiar scowl crawled over her face, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t think it was cute.

“I never- whatever lets just get this stupid shit over with.” She stumbled over her words as she tried to remind herself why she was here in the first place. Partly because she wanted to help her favorite freshmen and partially because she was a bit of an emotional masochist.

The campaign dragged on as far as she was concerned, her character dying early into the final boss battle. Eddie spared no opportunity to make a dig at her at any given chance, making the whole thing even more unbearable.

She also didn’t miss the way, despite claiming to hate her, he wouldn’t take his eyes off her. Men are like that, wanting to fuck the very thing they’re dispise. Although, she liked to think anything with a brain wanted to fuck her. And most of the time she was right.

This was one of those times.

By the time the campaign was over, he was half hard from her leaning over the table in her unbearably low cut shirt. If he was a prude he might have suggested she cover herself up in the presence of the freshmen.

But he wasn't a prude, and he was quite enjoying the view down her shirt. A red lacy bra peaked out from the neckline when she bent down to pick up the dice. He regretted the way he reacted, voicing his frustration in pointed insults and taunting just like he did when they were in school.

When everything was done, he just needed to go home and rub one out in the shower. The shame would set in later, just like it always did. He had had his eyes on her for a while now and nothing was worse than the embarrassment of her obvious disinterest. From what he had heard, she had been with practically every guy in their small town. Except for him.

For some reason she never turned her sights to him. At first he tried to be nice, the way other guys never were. They saw her as a sure thing, never respecting her. He didn’t want to do that to her, take what he wanted and rush off to brag about his conquest.

Embarrassingly, he actually had a really serious crush on her for all of highschool. He stills remembers the day they met, she sauntered into his biology class fifteen minutes late and sat down on top of his desk.

“Can I help you, miss?” the teacher had asked sternly.

“Not unless you can get me a pack of smokes, ma’am.” She hopped off the desk and stepped in front of the class, plucking a piece of chalk up and writing on the board in big letters. Bullshit. She wrote ‘bullshit’ on the chalkboard and then she promptly strutted right back out of the classroom, shooting him a wink as she left.

They became quick friends after that, taking solace in the fact both of them hated everything about the stupid small town. For the first two years of highschool they were inseparable. Things changed once she made a reputation for herself. It started with one guy blabbing his mouth and then another. It’s not like everyone wasn’t doing it, but people latched onto her as the town whore probably because of her unconventional attitude.

It made her more popular. For all the wrong reasons, but still it was nice to have people pay attention to her. Everyone wanted to have something others wanted and she certainly did have that.

She took pride in her looks, utilizing revealing clothing to enhance her already considerable assets. From what he could see, that hadn’t changed. That night she wore a tight, low cut, cropped t-shirt and a denim miniskirt that barely covered her ass.

Her beat up high tops tapped on the floor as she walked over to him. When the boss battle was over he had drifted into his own thoughts as the rest of the group dispersed. She hadn’t gone yet, he assumed it was so she could deliver some heart wrenching insult before she left and never thought about him again. It wasn’t that easy for him, he never stopped thinking about her.

“Oh my god you’re high. You fuckin junkie.” Her voice cut through his trance like a knife. She was always so mean but her voice sounded so pretty to him, it was giving him whiplash.

“I’m not high, I'm just thinking.” He was quick to correct her, wanting her to know he was completely sober for what he was about to say.

“About?” she scoffed, making it clear she didn’t think highly of his intelligence.

“Why do you hate me?” As soon as he asked the question he knew it was a bad idea but he couldn’t help himself. He spent so many nights asking himself that question, it was high time someone else had to answer it.

“Are you seriously asking me that?” she snapped, anger bubbling over. It had been simmering all this time, and him acting like she was the reason there was a divide between them was just the final nail in the coffin.

“Yeah, after you ignored me for three years for no reason. I wanna know why you hate me.” His voice was frantic and upset, he didn’t know what his plan was but he wanted answers and he had her here now. It’s not like there were any remaining bridges to burn anyways.

“Oh because you were so friendly,” she replied sarcastically, referring to the way he had relentlessly mocked and criticized her publicly after their friendship ended. She could handle other people talking about her behind her back, but he said it to her face and it stung.

“I was confused. We were best friends and then-” he tried to defend himself but she quickly interrupted, seething at him trying to play the victim.

“Yeah we were. We were best fuckin friends and then you ruined everything.” Her voice sounded venomous, he flinched when she raised her voice just from the pure anger she radiated.

“What?” he asked dumbly.

“Junior year, winter formal,” she stated, as if it was supposed to mean something and It did mean something to both of them.

He remembered that night like it was yesterday. The dance was boring, they dipped after less than an hour and went back to her place. Her parents weren’t home so they decided to set up in the basement for a horror movie marathon.

She was scared out of her mind, or maybe he was. Either way they were curled up in eachothers arms, hiding from whatever monster was under the bed. After a particularly scary scene, she had crawled into his lap. He had thought maybe after all this time, he was finally going to get a chance with her.

His hands went to cup her waist, gripping the fabric of her dress in between his fingers. She was wearing a puffy purple cocktail dress with glitter. It looked stupid, well it would have looked stupid on anyone else. Because he thought she looked absolutely perfect. And he looked at her like she was the most beautiful person in the world.

She noticed the way he stilled, looking up at him in turn. “Eds, what's wrong?” He didn’t reply, not knowing the words to finally tell her how he felt. The look in his eyes told her all she needed to know. And for a second he thought she was going to kiss him, his hands tightened on her waist in anticipation.

But instead of what he expected, she shrunk back and mumbled something inherently. She made some excuse about being tired and shut off the movie, ordering him to go home. Nothing was said at the time, but he knew something was wrong. And based on the fact she completely ghosted him after that night, he was right.

“Yeah I remember.” He shook his head as if he was trying to shake the memory out, but like so many times before it didn’t work.

“The way you looked at me,” she added. He knew exactly the look she meant. It just hurt him more to realize the reason she rushed out that night was that she found out about his feelings. He had always assumed but having proof was harder somehow.

“You haven’t spoken to me in years because of a look?” he asked, he was angry but more than that he was just sad.

She wasn’t buying it. “No. It wasn't just any look. I know that look. That was the look of a guy who wants something.” That something she was referring to was obviously sex. So maybe he was in the clear, she hadn’t figured out about his feelings. The worse option that seemed to be reality, was she thought he was only friends with her because he was attracted to her.

“OK, is that such a crime?” he asked, not believing that they couldn’t have replaired their relationship from that with a mature conversation. Although, they were not having many mature conversations back at the age of 17.

“All that time. I thought you cared about me. And what, you were just playing the long con for a quick fuck?”

“Ok fine, I’ll admit it. In that moment, yeah I wanted to fuck you.” He should have told her that a quick fuck was absolutly not what he wanted but he was picking up on her anger and mirroring it.

“And now?” she asked, knowing exactly how to push his buttons even after all these years.

“Now? Yeah now I still do,” he admitted, shrugging his shoulders as if it was no big deal. And maybe it wasn’t. Things were different now, they were both adults and they were no longer friends. They could fuck no strings attatched, and that idea was starting to look enticing to them both.

“And the fucked up thing was. I almost did it. Because I liked you Eddie. I really liked you.” She couldn’t hide the way her lip was quivering as she spoke. She was angry but not with him anymore, she was angry with herself for letting him make her feel this. So in a roundabout way she was still mad at him too.

“Why didn’t you?” he questioned, still miffed by the whole ghosting him for three years thing. But she had said it, she liked him all those years ago. Not anymore, he thought. It didn’t matter now, if anything it just made the whole thing sting more.

“Because I knew it wouldn’t mean to you what it meant to me,” she finally admitted, stepping close to him so they were almost chest to chest. She looked up at him with something close to longing and he almost choked.

“And now?” he asked. There was a weird sort of sexual tension in the air that neither of them knew how to confront.

“You mean fucking nothing to me,” she hissed.

“Good,” he whispered, grabbing her face and pressing their lips together harshly. There was no affection in the way he kissed her at first, just rough lust and anger. Both of their pent up feelings spilled out as they grappled at each other's clothes for something to hold onto.

His hands smoothed over her legs, rucking up her skirt so he could squeeze her ass. He snapped the band of her underwear, it was a lacy red to match her bra. “You wear these for me?”

“Would I have needed to?” she teased, knowing by the way his hard on pressed against her that he didn’t need any extra encouragement.

“No. You’d still get me all riled up in a winter coat.” it was one of his ridiculously cheesy lines that she was sure he used on plenty of girls. But she couldn’t help but smile at it a little despite herself.

“How romantic,” she scoffed, pushing him back into a chair and sinking to her knees. Her hands ran up his thighs, kneading at the muscle covered by his ridiculously tight jeans.

She palmed him over the fabric, squeezing somewhat harshly. He didn’t mind one bit. “Fuck. Romantic isn’t the word I would use.” He especially didn’t mind when unzipped his pants and took him in her mouth. She wanted to say something about him going commando but she was a bit preoccupied with him brushing the back of her throat.

“Mmm,” she replied, whatever words she was saying were muffled by his cock in her mouth.

“Harrington is one lucky bastard,” he commented offhandedly, not thinking about his words since he was currently being deepthroated.

She pulled away instantly, as if she had been burned. She stood over him, something she wasn’t usually able to do since he was quite a bit taller than her. “What the fuck did you just say to me?” she snapped, grabbing his jaw and forcing him to look up at her.

He whined when her sharp nails dug into the flesh of his chin. It wasn’t a pained whine, his arousal at her roughness was evident in the way he twitched in his seat. “Nothin. Sorry.” Based on his public persona, she hadn’t expected him to be the submissive type. Not to say she wasn’t enjoying it.

“No Eds. You said something, why don’t you tell me again?” she demanded, taking pleasure in the way he reached for her with grabby hands as she stood there glaring at him.

“I heard rumors about you and Harington, if it’s true he’s a lucky guy. It was a compliment, honest,” he rambled, desperate for her to forgive him and get back to touching him where he needed it.

“You wanna know something?” She climbed into his lap, straddling him with ease in the large throne-like chair. When she first walked in she thought the chair was absolutely absurd, but now she was grateful for its width. She wrapped one hand around his neck as she leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “I never fucked Steve. I never wanted to.”

“No?” he choked out, having a difficult time talking due to her gripping his throat tightly in her hand. He wouldn’t ask her to stop in a million years though.

She pressed little kisses all around his cheeks and jaw, never touching his mouth with hers. This might have upset him if he wasn’t too blissed out to notice with her lacey panties pressed tight against his cock. “All those years. I only ever wanted you.”

He nodded furiously, as if to say to ‘me too, i’ve been in love with you since freshman year.’ But that's not what she interpreted it as. She grinded down on him, squeezing his neck and biting a line up his neck. “Lookit you. Can’t even talk,” she cooed.

She removed the hand abstracting his breathing so both of her hands could cup his cheeks. “Gonna be good for me?” she asked, her overly sweet voice almost taunting him. He cringed at the fact she would never be this nice to him if he wasn’t about to stick his dick in her.

That made him understand what she was feeling a little bit better. All those years ago, when he was prepared to tell her he loved her, she thought all he wanted was her body. And she used to like him, he had said it. Now it was too late and all he got was some mindblowing sex to give her closure and make him fall even deeper under her spell.

And so his heart was heavy when she pushed her panties aside and slid down onto his cock. That didn’t make it any less pleasurable when she clenched around him. He felt like he was going to pass out, barely catching the praise spilling from her mouth. “Fuck, Eds. We shoulda done this ages ago,” she moaned, carefully picking her hips up and bringing them back down slowly.

“Yeah,” he agreed lazily, letting his hands fall to her waist and rub little circles on the skin there. She went slow which he appreciated, deep slow thrusts that made both of them shiver. His heartache had faded, realizing he would be content to only be one of her conquests. He would be anything she wanted if she kept looking at him like that.

Her eyes were glassy and filled with lust. She was usually so sharp but she looked content and peaceful for once. She looked beautiful. He brought one of his hands up to the back of her hair to smash their lips together again.

It was aggressive and messy, his tongue fighting to engulf every bit of her mouth. She giggled when he pulled back and kissed her again on the tip of her nose. “So pretty,” he murmured. He could've sworn his heart stopped when her walls fluttered around him at the praise.

“Eddie,” she gasped out when he finally brought his thumb down to circle her clit. He wasn’t as experienced as her but he knew his way around, both from porn and from a few hookups where he insisted on practicing that specific skill. None of his sexual interactions could top this, being balls deep in any other girl wouldn’t even compare to the way she said his name.

“Can’t leave my girl hanging,” he teased as she moaned into the skin of his neck, forgetting to move her hips for a minute due to his fingers distracting her.

She chose to ignore the fact that he called her his girl, she could deal with that later. What she couldn't deal with later was the fact he was very clearly close to his orgasm. He had noticed as well, speeding up his pace on her clit and using his other hand to tweak one of her nipples. “Shit. I’m close. Gimme a sec, I’ll get you there.”

She chuckled softly at his insistence. Her eyes were filled with admiration or something of the sort. He almost came right there, he could handle her fucking his brains out but something about her being soft with him was what really got him going. “Don't look at me like that. I won't last.”

“You don't have to. Cum inside me. Please.” She was coming close to her peak as well, his talented fingers working wonders at ‘getting her there’ as he had phrased it.

Her offer was all it took for him to spill inside her. The thick ropes of cum pumping into her along with his lips on her neck forced her over the edge as well.

Usually after such exertion she would flop down onto a soft bed and bathe in the bliss of it all for a moment. However, they were in a tricky position so she just kind of sat there awkwardly staring at him.

It wasn’t as awkward for him. From where he was standing, or sitting would be the correct term, he had just had the best sex of his life and the girl he’d been in love with for six years was filled with his cum and sitting on his dick and keeping it nice and warm for him. “Fuck. I love you.” That shook her out of her post orgasmic haze instantly.

She shook her head, not looking at him as she started to cry. It was abrupt and he was worried he had done something seriously wrong but he continued because he needed her to know how he felt.

“You meant everything to me back then. You still do,” he admitted, his hands cupping her cheeks so she would look at him with her tearfilled eyes.

“Don’t say that,” she pleaded, begging him not to get her hopes up but he brushed her off like it was nothing.

“It’s true. I love you,” he repeated, this time with more meaning and passion if that was possible.

“Eds,” his old nickname slipped out of her mouth so easily. It hurt to hear the way she said it. Like she was cautioning him against continuing his confession, or almost like she was pleading.

“That night at junior prom, I wasn’t trying to fuck you. I was going to tell you about how I felt.” When he said that, all the puzzle pieces finally fit together in her head. But she had been telling herself for so long that he could never feel that way about her, it didn’t even compute that he was confessing his love for her over and over again.

“We’re not even 20. You can’t really think this is anything more than teenage hormones.” She was always cynical. He loved that about her but it was getting damn frustrating.

“You tell me? Do you love me?” he asked, finally turning the question back around at her. She was never a good liar.

“I can't-'' she tried to avoid the question but he cut her off.

“You’ve got my heart in your hand and I’m just asking you to break it. Do you love me?” She never realized how poetic he could be. He was always teatricial, but never like this. It made her think for a second that maybe he was serious.

Screw it, she figured. Why not? “Yeah. I do. I love you.”

He could already feel his dick hardening again at that admittance. And she could likely feel it too since he was still situated inside of her. “This isn’t going to sound very romantic, but do you want to go back to my place?” he asked hesitantly, way too timid for their current position. “Yeah I’d like that,” she replied before kissing him softly. It was slow and sweet, like they had all the time in the world. Because they did.

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lady-of-the-spirit · 1 year

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Chrissy & the Party thoughts aka how I think Chrissy and the kids would get along:

Chrissy and Dustin would be besties. Dustin would be lowkey obsessed with her honestly, because a pretty girl? And a popular kid?? Likes to hang out with him (and his friends)??? It's like Steve all over again. Dustin would think her cheering is cool, especially if it helped them in a fight. Chrissy would adore Dustin because he's adorable and funny and so, so sweet. She's super impressed by how smart he is (and it gives him an ego boost).

Mike is standoffish and doesn't trust her, for the same reasons that Dustin is obsessed with her. What would a cool popular girl like her want with them? Nothing good!! Eventually he chills out because she's just so insistently nice that being a jerk to her makes him feel like a jerk. Chrissy would have no idea what to do with this kid but keeps trying to be nice to him. They both start getting along better after Mike says cheering is not a sport and they have a whole debate over it. Chrissy gets very worked up over it and it makes Mike like her more.

Lucas and Chrissy are the only ones who would have a prior connection, due to their sports background. They might have even talked before Chrissy was officially part of the Party because they ran in the same circles. Lucas is firmly in team Cheering Is A Sport. Chrissy is defensive of Lucas being on the basketball team to the others. Lucas is always ready to explain things to Chrissy if she doesn't get them, like Dustin, and can do it in a science-light version, unlike Dustin. He likes Chrissy a lot and is really happy to have another person on his side when it comes to basketball-related stuff.

Max is standoffish to her, but that's just because she's being standoffish to everyone. Over time, though, as Chrissy kept staying around and being nice to her, Max would start showing cracks in her snarky exterior. She would still relentlessly tease her, the same way she teases everyone, but it's how she shows affection. Surprisingly (to anyone not Eddie), Chrissy actually enjoys Max's teasing - she thinks Max is hilarious and never takes it too seriously because she knows it's how Max shows affection. The longer Chrissy sticks around, the more Max unconsciously reaches out to Chrissy as an older sister figure and while Chrissy has never had a younger sister - only the older brother - she's happy to do her best with Max.

Eleven, especially post-California, is extremely wary of pretty blonde popular girls for a while. Even though everyone assures her Chrissy is nothing like Angela, Eleven is on guard around Chrissy, analyzing her words, always trying to see if there's a cruel double meaning in her kind words. Chrissy, though, is unfailingly kind to Eleven, knowing she's been through a lot even if she doesn't know everything, and eventually - with Max softening up to Chrissy helping Eleven - Eleven also softens up to her. After that, Eleven starts seeing Chrissy as another respected woman in her life. She might not match up with El's style, but Chrissy is a lot like Max in season 3, helping El find her own style and always ready to lend an ear. El helps Chrissy with some high jumps and tosses when she's doing gymnastics and Chrissy is ECSTATIC.

Will has no idea what to think of Chrissy at first. Like - a pretty popular girl hanging out with him and his friends?? Is this a joke?? But holy shit, she's not kidding, she actually is nice to them and wants to hang out with them and thinks they're cool? It's like a nicer version of Steve all over again. Well, Will can't not be nice back to her. In a weird way, even though she's part of the It Crowd, it seems like Chrissy has her own issues with social labels and conformity and all of that. Will opens himself up to her more after realizing that. And it sounds like she has a rough home life, in a different way than he does, but rough enough that they get each other in ways that some of the others in the party don't get. Occasionally he'll ask her if she wants to come and have dinner with his family. (Joyce adopts her the third time she comes over.)

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myriadof-fandoms · 2 years

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harringrove week - day 5 - am i walking towards something i should be running away from?

prompt: A Seance at Hawkins Cemetery During a Red Moon

or: billy haunts steve and steve would very much like him to stop

ao3

Steve has really fucking had it with Billy Hargrove. Even in death the fucker won't leave him alone.

If it's not lights turning on and off, it's the dishes clashing in the kitchen or the stereo suddenly blasting metal.

When he comes home his things aren't where he left them. At work tapes move. The channel in the car changes whenever they play Madonna. His hair products keep running out even when he has just bought them.

Steve is so over it he could scream.

Or, well, he has. Multiple times. He's told Billy to go to hell a couple of times now - the only response he's gotten is Mötley Crüe's Shout At The Devil suddenly starting to play.

It appears that despite Billy's clear ability to fuck with things the one thing he cannot do is speak. And must that not drive him fucking nuts. Steve is only a little gleeful about the loudmouth not being able to annoy him like that at least.

If it weren't for the fact that he is still very much annoyed by everything else Billy does, and if he didn't care for Max a whole lot, he wouldn't fucking be here. Because it's fucking creepy and he's had his more than his fair share of that for the rest of this life and the next.

But no, sadly he is still annoyed and he does care for Max, so now he's stuck on the fucking cemetery while the moon glows fucking red and Eddie The Freak Munson is sitting in front of him with a goddamn Ouija board.

All because Billy had decided to haunt Steve and Max together in the car one day by playing goddamn Def Leppard, which at least confirmed Steve wasn't just going mental, and then Max had made him tell her all about his experience with Billy The Ghost. She was going through it as well, except apparently in death Billy has decided to be nicer to her and keeps helping her pass tests in school or tormenting his father whenever he raises his voice against Max.

After that conversation suddenly all of the kids knew. And of course Dustin and the other knobheads had to befriend The Freak. The Freak who for some reason knows a lot about Seances and talking to ghosts. Which was of course the only logical thing to be done.

Max had just had to look a little sad at the idea of not trying it. And Billy had started blasting I Want To Break Free and Steve actually felt bad for the guy for a minute there. So he agreed. (He regretted it when Billy wouldn’t stop turning the water cold while Steve was having a shower later.)

Obviously Robin had thought it was a great idea to try and talk to Steve's poltergeist when he complained to her about it. So at least he's not alone amongst the nutjobs. He's brought his very own best friend so at least he understands how one of the nutjobs around him works.

She sits beside him, basically vibrating with excitement. Max is on Steve’s other side, more subdued but he can feel her tension. She wants this to work. As does Billy, Steve’s sure. The fucker had once again played Billy’s Got A Gun over and over again while Steve drove around picking the kids up.

They met Munson at the cemetery. He had set the day, because a blood moon is apparently the best possible setup for a seance. He made them set up candles around Billy’s grave, a morbid task that Steve didn’t enjoy one bit. Will looked a bit spooked by it too.

Honestly, Steve doesn’t know why any of the kids are even here except for Max. Mike has been making stupid comments the entire time and has only further made this evening unbearable. As have Dustin and Lucas because they keep fighting about how the pentagram of candles is supposed to be set up. The only one who has been perfectly well behaved is Eleven and she seems to just be fascinated by Eddie’s tattoos so.

Robin and Steve are told to form a circle of salt around the set up of candles and after that annoying piece of work Munson tells them all to sit in a circle with the ouija board in the middle of them. There's a picture of Billy next to it, the one that they used at the pool, with his stupid crop top on. Something about the whole thing irritates Steve to no end.

"Right, so first we're going to have to call Billy here."

“Oh, no need, he’s here,” Steve informs him with only lightly disguised annoyance.

Munson arches one eyebrow, “And how do you know that?”

“Because he keeps breathing cold air down my neck.”

The kids have the audacity to snicker at that. Steve considers just going home. The little ungrateful shits can all walk.

"You sure that's not just the wind?" Munson dares to look at him like that's a valid question.

"Yes, I'm fucking sure, you ever feel a fucking breeze only touch your neck and literally move nothing else, Munson?" Steve doesn't hide his annoyance at all anymore. "He's here just get on with it."

"Right," Steve doesn't quite understand it but Munson looks amused now. "So technically we all have to place two fingers on the planchette-"

"The what?"

Again Munson throws him a look. This time like he's stupid.

"The planchette. The thing that Billy will move to communicate with us, Harrington."

Right. He could've figured that one out maybe.

"Anyway, we're too many so I suggest Red, King Steve and I actually touch the thing and everybody else forms a circle around us."

He rearranges their seating arrangement so that the tiny nerds and Robin sit between them and all hold onto each other's hands. Except the three of them that move their hands to the little triangle and are thus on one side only in the circle through a hand on their shoulder.

Munson looks almost giddy with excitement when he finally gets on with it, "Billy? Are you here?"

Steve should've gotten high to deal with this.

"Didn't you listen to me? I told you-"

The planchette moves.

YES

And right that was really creepy.

It also proved Steve's point which he would really like to point out but Max speaks before he can.

"Oh my god," Her voice is a little shaky but Steve can't blame her. Not when the small thing under their hands is still vibrating with energy. "Billy, are you okay?"

The planchette moves quickly over the board. Both Dustin and Lucas read the letters out loud over Max' shoulder

R U K I D D I N G

Typical. Steve voices his opinion of Billy's sass, "Well, then, at least we know it's actually the douchebag."

Despite the fact that Billy is being a primary example of a dickhead Max sniffles.

"I'm sorry, Billy. I didn't want you to-"

The planchette interrupts her. It drags their fingers to the stark NO before moving over the letters again.

N O T D E A D

"What-" Max's face is drawn together in confusion. "What do you mean?"

The planchette rips out from under their fingers and they all quickly pull them away from the board. It almost flies over the letters now.

W H A T I S A I D S H I T B I R D I A M N O T D E A D

The planchette stops. Steve wonders if all ghosts are this rude and stupid or if Billy is a special case.

"Eh, Hargrove, dude, I think all these people kind of saw you die? We're also literally sitting at your grave."

N O T G H O S T

"What do you mean? We don't understand," Max sounds so desperate it makes Steve want to have words with Hargrove again.

H A V E B O D Y C A N F E E L W R O N G P L A C E

"Wrong- wrong place?" Will speaks up surprisingly. "Describe it."

D A R K C O L D W R O N G

For a moment they stay silent. Munson in confusion and all of the others with the same thought.

Mike says it first, “The upside down?”

"Sure sounds like it," Lucas answers.

"If he's in the Upside Down we can get him out," Max says. "Right?"

The planchette moves again.

W H A T

Max almost absentmindedly answers, while looking between Eleven and Dustin waiting for a response to her own question, "We might be able to get you out of there."

"If we can open a gate, it should work," Dustin says hesitantly.

Now almost everyone is looking at El. Her powers have been wonky at best since Starcourt.

"I can try." Her voice doesn't waver but Steve picks up a slight hitch that used to not be there. It tears at him a little. El is too cute to go through shit that makes her question herself like this.

The tiny noise of the planchette attracts all of their attention again.

P L E A S E

For a heartbeat no one moves a muscle.

"That's gotta be a first, right?" Steve asks into the group, sarcasm heavy on his tongue.

S H U T I T

Steve bristles, "No! You shut it! You've been haunting me for weeks!"

M O S T E X C I T I N G T H I N G I N U R L I F E

"It's not! I'd fucking love to just be alone for five minutes without your annoying music working a hole in my head."

N O T H I N G T H E R E A N Y W A Y

"Oh, fuck off, Hargrove. If I'm that stupid why do you keep coming around?"

The planchette doesn't move.

Everyone is looking at him or at the little triangle.

"Hello? Hargrove? Cat got your tongue?"

Nothing happens.

"What the fuck?" Steve murmurs.

"I guess Hargrove left the seance," Munson laughs. And right, Munson is there. Steve had almost forgotten.

Steve can feel Robin's eyes on him and when he turns to her he's greeted by her smile that usually means I Know More Than You.

"He really likes to pull on your pigtails, huh?"

"I don't have- What?" Steve is convinced this is the weirdest night of his life.

No one answers him and yet Steve feels like everyone around him has somehow gotten an information he missed. Even Mike looks at him somewhat questioningly.

Steve is ready to call it a night and start collecting about 200 candles melting around them, since no one around him seems to deem it necessary to talk to him anyway, when Billy Hargrove decides to get in the last word.

G E T M E O U T P R E T T Y B O Y

#stranger things #billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #harringrove fic #harringroveweek #harringrove harvest #mimi's writing #mimi makes things #thank u noah for confirming that this is post-able #i was too drunk to tell <3

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Ghostly Campfires Au

Characters relationships with each other

FAMILY

Will - Johnathan

They're quite close!... And there wasn't many other ghosts to talk to, so they kinda had to be.

Mike - Nancy

They don't talk often, especially outside of camp. Nancy being there is the main reason Mike's attending camp- but it's not like he'd ever tell her that. They miss each other and get on each other's nerves, but they try to talk when they can.

CLOSE FRIENDS

Steve - Robin

Telling each other almost everything- and knowing things about the other they were technically never told, -the two are really close. With their frequent meaningless competitions, they might even fit the PLAYFUL RIVALRIES category.

Steve - Dustin

Steve basically adopted Dustin the second they met, and Dustin accepts that. Dustin tells him nerd shit and Steve pretends to understand. But yeah, they've probably committed crime together.

Eddie - Chrissy

Sure, Eddie was scared as all hell the second he saw a motherfucking GHOST, but she quickly calmed him down. It was still scary. Even though that incident happened, the two got kinda close.

Dustin - Lucas - Mike

Childhood friends, and it doesn't look like their friendship is gonna change any time soon. Oh yeah and they communicate feelings more and are overall nicer to each other than whatever canon them have going on.

Eddie - Dustin

Ah yes, Dustin's other father. Dustin keeps being adopted. He also thinks Eddie is cool as shit so that's nice. These two have also probably committed crime together.

Max - Eleven

Max had a crush on El at one point, but it didn't last long (and she never even acted on it). They have a lot of fun together, El teaches Max how to do some various arts and crafts-type activities and Max teaches El easy ways to shoplift. It's a good trade.

Max - Lucas

Lucas says nerd shit and Max is only HALF pretending to understand! They've also written stories together!

Nancy - Johnathan

They both had a crush on the other at one point. They both know this and actively make fun of the other for it. They're chill about it and genuinely just find it funny, they're just friends and that's not gonna change.

Chrissy - Nancy

Another two that could be put in the PLAYFUL RIVALRY section. They're both very kind to each other, but jokingly insult each other at least twice a day. Neither of them are actually hurt by it, and it's not even a genuine insult that could actually hurt the others feelings, even if said seriously.

Eddie - Will

I'm giving yall the "Eddie meets Will and instantly takes him under his wing" yall wanted before s4v2. Eddie adopts Will a little too.

Dustin - Will

Both because Eddie's Will-Adoption and because of how close Mike and Will are, Dustin's gotten pretty close with him too! They talk about nerd shit together. Dustin keeps him updated on shows Will can't watch because he's kinda busy hiding in a forest and being a ghost.

POSSIBLE DATING/ROMANCE-Y RELATIONSHIPS

I'm not 100% sure these are going to be in this, just concepts. You're welcome gays.

Mike - Will

So yall know the part in season 4 when Mike says he loved El ever since that moment he found her in the woods? Just realized I accidentally had that happen but with Will this time, and with a ghost instead of someone with psychic abilities. Mike has a type I guess. Anyway Mike met Will and they started hanging out a lot, Mike not even noticing he likes Will for the longest time and Will pining for months.

Steve - Eddie

Gay fathers. Light rivalry and homoerotic tension. Yall remember that one time Eddie pinned Steve to a wall with a bottle at his throat? Because shit like that might happen (far more jokingly) and I swear if it happens one more time we can get Steve out of the questioning step. it's 100% valid to be in the questioning portion of queerness but guys trust me this'll work-

Robin - Nancy

Robin saw ghosts and the panic was only 70% due to queerness, which is new for her! Robin thinks Nancy is cool and amazing, Nancy thinks Robin is awkward as hell but in an endearing, cute way.

PLAYFUL RIVALRIES

Steve - Johnathan (?)

Nobody's 100% sure if it's a playful rivalry. Steve's competitive in general, Johnathan not so much, but Johnathan is still extremely competitive against Steve. Either they don't like each other or they're REALLY good at doing whatever bit this is, because WOW everyone's confused. Steve actually knew Johnathan before he died, and just thought he moved away or something. (Johnathan also slightly caused Steve's sexuality crisis.)

Will - Eleven

They're great friends, just make little competitive games to do when bored. Far less of a rivalry than whatever Steve and Johnathan have going on.

Nancy - Will

Nancy spent quite a bit of her time making sure Will wouldn't be lonely or sad due to the whole ghost thing and lack of people to talk to, so they'd play a lot of games against each other, quickly forming a rivalry. Never play any competitive game with them.

Steve - Lucas

Lucas is one of the stronger kids, so Steve ends up doing quite a bit of more physical activities with him, which means a lot of sports. They do competitive sport things idk I don't do sports.

Mike - Robin

The two weren't really close before the camp fully met the ghosts, their conversations mainly just being Robin letting Mike rant about his interests- and literally whatever he wanted to rant about, because boy does Robin know what that's like. Though, the two got much closer after they all met the ghosts and Mike noticed Robin's queer panic caused by Nancy. Mike then asked about it, and continued to (lovingly/p) make fun of her.

So there's that I guess.

#stranger things #stranger things au #the ghostly campfires au #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #dustin henderson #chrissy cunningham #will byers #johnathan byers #mike wheeler #nancy wheeler #ronance #steddie #byler #max mayfield #lucas sinclair #eleven stranger things

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