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harringtown · 4 years

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stories tucked away - part 7

thank you so much for the support on this au! welcome to act II! dedicated to @daddystevee who is the absolute best!!!

catch up here

Summary: AU in which the reader is pulled into the Stranger Things world. With the knowledge of how the story ends, they try to change the script and save the characters they’ve come to love. But this isn’t just a show, anymore, and destiny isn’t easily affected.

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: some violence

The dreams El had night after night didn’t feel like dreams. The pitch-black dreamscape was like the void - as close to it as she’d gotten since the summer - but she no longer controlled it. Something else drew her in, and she was powerless to do anything but let it lead her and see what she was shown.

Up until a few nights ago, the images were too fuzzy and chaotic to focus in on, but she knew now that she was seeing you. Unconscious, curled up in a small room she didn’t recognize. At first, the dreams came with pain - like she was being impaled with a thousand needles - but it dissipated over time. She understood now it was healing; that she’d felt a fraction of what you had.

She also took that as proof that you were alive. How, she had no answers for. But she knew you were alive, knew it just as she knew she was, because she felt it, even if only in dreams.

A week before she and the Byers were scheduled to leave, the dream changed. She was no longer watching from above but standing behind you. The time hadn’t done you well, and even from the back, she could see that the clothes you wore hung loose, and your shoulders hunched with exhaustion.

That wasn’t what troubled her, though. Climbing up from your fingertips were black lines, twisting like vines. She couldn’t see whoever you faced in the doorway, but she heard your scream, voice raw from disuse. That was the last thing she heard before she woke.

El was hesitant to share what she’d seen; it would mean admitting she’d been seeing you for months, admitting she hadn’t figured out it was you, that you were alive. But now that she was sure, she couldn’t keep it quiet.

“I thought you couldn’t…access it anymore. After the gate closed,” Nancy said, arms crossed. She, Jonathan, Max, Mike, Dustin, Lucas, Will, and El were gathered in the Wheeler’s basement. They hadn’t called Robin and Steve yet, which was probably for the best, seeing how badly he’d taken your death. No one heard from him for the first month, save for updates from Robin, who assured them through gritted teeth he’d be okay, he just wasn’t yet.

They wouldn’t call him in until they were sure what El had seen was real, and that they could do something about it.

“I can’t,” El said, brows furrowing, trying to put it into words. She didn’t even really understand it. “I have these…dreams. I saw weird pictures, and I didn’t know what they were. But I saw Y/N.” She neglected to mention the weird vine-like lines she’d seen in her last dream; she still wasn’t convinced she’d actually seen it.

“Dreams?” Max asked, lifting her head, attention piqued. El nodded.

“Billy’s been having them, too,” she said. “He says it’s kinda like when he was flayed but different.”

“Wasn’t he, like, disconnected from the Mind Flayer?” Asked Lucas.

“Yeah,” Max said, deflating. Billy was still a touchy subject. He’d wreaked too much havoc and caused too much pain, made marks that couldn’t be erased through one attempted sacrifice.

“If the gate’s still…active,” Nancy said slowly, piecing it together as she spoke, “but not open, maybe you and Billy are getting glimpses into it. You were both part of the Upside Down. Maybe you still are.”

“I thought there was no Upside Down anymore,” Lucas said.

“Well, we also thought Y/N was dead, and obviously that wasn’t true,” Dustin said.

“Do you know where they are? Are they being held somewhere?” Jonathan asked. El frowned.

“Kam…Kamchatka,” she said, the syllables thick and awkward on her tongue.

“Please tell me that’s not in Russia,” Dustin said. Jonathan grimaced.

“That’s Russia,” he said.

No one came for you in the week after you woke from what you were assuming was a coma, except for the guard who opened the door once a day to bring food and clean out the bucket they’d given you. But even he stopped coming in after the day before when he’d startled you out of sleep. One moment, you were curled on the concrete bench, and the next, you’d been right in front of him, pain and rage swirling inside you. The guard’s gaze had dropped to your hands, but before you were able to look down, he’d yelled for help, and his comrades had come, plunging a syringe into your arm.

A familiar - but not friendly - face showed itself on the eighth day, the guards dragging you to another concrete room, this one with a chair that had straps on the ankles and arms. You were sat down and clipped in, and the guards moved against the wall, the door opening to reveal commander Ozerov, who marched in looking far too pleased with himself.

“So much for dying under the mall, yes?” He asked. “I see you did not die, either.”

“How did I get here?” You asked, struggling against the binds though you knew they wouldn’t break. “What did you do to me? How am I…alive?”

“So many questions from someone tied to a chair,” he said, an amused smile tugging on his lips. “We brought you here, to Russia, when we fled the mall.”

“I was dead. The Mind Flayer…it killed me.”

“Not completely,” he said. “We saved you. We healed you.”

“And then locked me in a cell,” you snapped, anger brimming.

“For your own protection,” he said. His gaze dropped to your hands, despite their bindings.

The chair itself, or even just the ankle cuffs, would have been enough. Where could you go? If you did escape the base, you’d stumble into a Russian winter, and die before reaching the nearest road. The extra binds were unnecessary. And yet, Ozerov seemed uneasy, like he knew something you didn’t.

“Why? Why save me? Why go through the trouble?” You asked, voice cracking from so much disuse. You hadn’t spoken this much in…well, you didn’t know how long.

“You are special,” he said. “Different than the others.”

“That’s an understatement,” you said. Did he believe you now? That you’d really been thrown into this non-reality the way you’d tried to tell him?

“You will remain here, under our protection.”

“Protection?” You asked. Some protection. You were more likely to die of hypothermia in your cell than of anything else. “Let me go. Just…let me go home.”

You didn’t know where home was anymore. Getting back to your home, your world, didn’t seem possible, but you’d take anything at this point. Anything that wasn’t Kamchatka, Russia.

Ozerov smiled smugly, making a tsk tsk sound with his tongue.

“I am afraid that will not be possible.”

You tugged against the bindings, fear threatening to swallow you whole. No. This was supposed to be over. You’d made your sacrifice; why were you still being punished?

Just as quickly as the fear came, anger came with it, rage at being trapped again, after everything. You tugged against the straps again, and they snapped. You must have scraped your arms in the breaking of the binds because pain crawled up from your fingertips, hot and sharp.

Ozerov’s eyes went wide, and you swore you could see fear in them.

“Let me go,” you said again, kicking off the ankle binds and standing, throbbing hands clenched in fists at your sides.

“гва́рдия,” he said, backing toward the door.

“I just want to go home,” you said, the fear and sadness and frustration swelling until it was too big to hold. You pushed toward Ozerov, hysteria rising, grabbing him by the wrists. His features contorted, and the pain leaked out of you at the touch.

The door buzzed and swung open, and Ozerov dropped to the floor, the fire slamming back into your arms as he fell. That same fear rose at the guard's entrance, and you backed up until you hit the far wall, but there was nowhere to go, and in moments a syringe was in your arm, and the pain dissipated as the world went dark.

“Tell me what you saw again,” Steve said, leaning his forearms against the card table. He, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, El, Mike, Max, are sat around the table in the family video employee break room, Billy against one of the walls. Were Keith working, he’d protest vehemently to just a blatant disrespect of workspace, and inevitably get onto one of them about not watching the storefront, but it was a Thursday at ten PM, and Keith wasn’t there, so it didn’t really matter.

“Y/N, in a…I think it’s a cell. And a man. A guard,” El said.

“A Russian guard,” Mike added.

“Kamchatka,” Billy said. He seemed almost reluctant to speak - he and Steve weren’t on the best terms, though Billy wasn’t on excellent terms with any of them - and stood in the back. “I looked it up. The Kamchatka Peninsula. In east Russia.”

“Oh, and I’m guessing there was a sign with that name conveniently written on it?” Steve retorted.

“No,” Billy said, unimpressed. “They said it.”

“Oh.” Steve sat back, arms crossed, the tension between them palpable. “Whatever.”

“Even if we do know where it is, how the hell are we supposed to get there? It’s not like the US is on great terms with the Soviets,” Jonathan said.

“Plus, we didn’t have great luck last time we were in a Russian base,” Robin added.

“Are you seriously saying we shouldn’t go after them? Just…leave them there, to die? After what they did?” Steve asked, eyes blown, frustration leaking off him.

“No one’s saying that, Steve,” Nancy said gently. “But we have to be smart about this. We don’t have Hopper-” she stopped, gaze flicking to El, “we don’t have all the help we had before.”

“We made it in and out of that base without help,” Robin said. “We can do it again.”

“I’m going after them,” Steve said, not leaving an inch of room for argument.

“We’re going after them,” Billy said, surprising everyone in the room, including himself.

“Alright, field trip to the Soviet Union. What could go wrong?” Robin asked rhetorically. No one answered her, because they all knew that lots of things - probably everything - would, indeed, go wrong.

“So, let me get this straight,” Murray Bauman said, staring at the large group of kids and teens on the other side of his living room. “You want me to fly all ten of you into the Soviet Union, help you break into a heavily guarded Russian base, and break out a prisoner?”

The kids looked at one another, nodding in agreement.

“Yeah, that’s pretty much what we want,” Dustin said.

“That’s exactly what we want,” Max amended.

“You have a pilot's license, don’t you? I saw photos of you in the back room,” Nancy said, gesturing to a set of French doors. Her cheeks went pink, and she looked away.

“Just because I can fly, doesn’t mean I’m going to. And it doesn’t mean I have a plane.”

“Do you have a plane?” Jonathan asked. Murray pursed his lips.

“I hate you children,” he said, exhaling and pinching the bridge of his nose.

“So, you’ll do it?” Nancy asked.

Murray frowned and threw up his hands dismissively.

“We’ll probably all die, but I’ll do it. Might as well piss off the commies when we get the chance,” he said. “And I have an old friend in Palana I can get in touch with.”

“You have friends?” Mike asked, to which Murray gave him a withering look. Mike quieted, tucking his hands behind his back and feigning innocence.

“Come back tomorrow with whatever you’re bringing. I’ll handle the rest. And until then,” Murray said, “all of you, get the hell out.”

The next morning, the group rendezvoused at the Wheeler’s, piling guns and pocket rockets into duffel bags, removing clothing to make room for weapons.

Steve wrapped the end of his bat carefully and tucked it into a small suitcase before zipping it up around the weapon and his clothes.

“Do you really think we’ll find them?” Robin asked. The answer wouldn’t change whether or not they went; every single person in that room wanted to find you almost as badly as Steve did. They may not have known you as well as the Scoops troop had, but they knew what you’d did for them, heard enough stories from Dustin and Robin to feel like they knew you.

“We have to,” Steve said.

You were the one who felt they needed to make things right, to fix the script. Now it was Steve’s turn. Screw fate, screw the writers of destiny. He’d make his own way. And he’d make it with you.

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daddystevee · 5 years

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GUYS

GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS! IM GONNA BE UPLOADING THE FRIST PART OF MY FIRST FIC TOMORROW!?!!?!? Freaking WHAT? So stay tuned for that ;)

also thanks to @harringtown for encouraging me and giving me tips. So EVERYONE needs to go check out her work because it’s FUCKING AMAZING AND I LOVE HER!

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80s4life · 3 years

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Character/Movie List

Below is movies and TV shows I like personally and are lsited as a reference. If you don't see something you're interested in, it is not that I don't like it, it is because I most likely forgot it because I love so many movies/shows tbh. Just ask, and I'll answer! And, from the Rules and Regulations page, what I had meant by "mostly" is that I can dabble outside of the acting world and into actors/actresses themselves and/or singers, popstars, etc.

{Another side-note, I am not so much into shows, but mostly movies! Although, there are some exceptions that I love beyond belief!}

MOVIES

Back to the Future Series:

Biff Tannen

Griff Tannen (Maybe, he wasn't the best of the Tannen's imo)

Buford Tannen

Marty McFly

George McFly

Doc Brown

Lorraine Baines

Match

Titanic:

Rose DeWitt Bukater

Jack Dawson

Caledon Hockley

Brock Lovett

Rabrizio De Rossi

Thomas "Tommy" Ryan

Karate Kid Series {1/2/3}:

John Kreese

Mr. Miyagi

Johnny Lawrence

Daniel LaRusso

Tommy

Dutch

Bobby Brown (not so much; don't know him too well)

Ali Mills

Lucille LaRusso

Chozen

Kumiko

Terry Silver (duh lmao)

Mike Barnes (also duh)

Jessica Andrews

Stand By Me:

Vern Tessio

Billy Tessio

Gordie LaChance

Chris Chambers

Eyeball Chambers

Ace Merrill

Teddy Duchamp

Goonies:

Brand

Mikey

Chunk

Mouth

Data

Andy

Stef

Jake Fratelli (he was kinda hot ngl)

Ferris Bueller's Day Off:

Ferris Bueller

Jeanie Bueller

Cameron Frye

Sloane Peterson

License to Drive:

Les Anderson

Dean

Mercedes Lane

Charles

Toy Soldiers:

Billy Tepper

Joey Trotta

Snuffy Bradberry

Ricardo Montoya

Hank Giles

Derek/Yogurt

Scream Movie Series {1/2}:

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Dwight "Dewey" Riley

Ghostface

Randy Meeks

Tatum Riley

Sidney Prescott

Gale Weathers

Cotton Weary

Derek Feldman

Mickey

Predator:

Dutch

Blain

Yautja

Escape Plan:

Emil Rottmayer/ "Victor Maheim"

Ray Breslin/ "Anthony Portos"

The Expendables:

Barney Ross

Lee Christmas

Toll Road

Tool

Gunnar Jensen

Bao Thao/ "Yin Yang"

Hale Caesar

Trench

Church

Divergent Movie Series {1/2/3}:

Divergent-

Beatrice "Tris" Prior

Caleb Prior

Peter

Tobias "Four" Eaton

Christina "Chris"

Eric Coulter

Will

Insurgent-

Marcus Eaton

Allegiant-

Matthew

Terminator Series:

T-100/"Uncle Bob"/Terminator

T-1000 "Austin"

John Connor

Sarah Connor

Grace

Dani Ramos

Dazed and Confused:

David Wooderson

Fred O'Bannion

Randall "Pink" Floyd

Ron Slater

Don Dawson

Mitch Kramer

Benny O'Donnell

Rocky Series:

Rocky Balboa

Apollo Creed

Captain Ivan Drago

Zombieland {1/2}:

Tallahassee

Columbus

Berkeley

Witchita

Little Rock

Madison

Lethal Weapon Movie Series {1/2/3/4}:

Martin Riggs

Roger Myrtaugh

Rianne Murtaugh

Leo Getz

Goodfellas:

Henry Hill

Jimmy Conway

Tommy DeVito

Karen Hill

Marvel:

Avengers Heroes-

Iron Man/Tony Stark

Thor

Ant-Man/Scott Lang

Hulk/Bruce Banner

Captain America/Steve Rogers

Hawkeye/ Clint Barton

Quicksilver/Pietro Maximoff

Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximoff

Black Panther/T'Challa

Vision/Victor Shade

Black Widow/Natasha Romanoff

Mantis

Spider-Man/Peter Parker

Doctor Strange/Stephen Strange

Avengers Anti-Heroes/Antagonists:

Yondu Udonta

Loki Laufeyson

Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes

Whiplash

Thanos

Mysterio

Kaecilius

Ronan

Hela

Ultron

Wolverine/Deadpool:

Wolverine/Logan Howlett

Sabretooth/Victor Creed

Bolt/Chris Bradley

Gambit/Remy LeBeau

Cyclops/Scott Summers

(Younger!)Professor X

Deadpool/Wade Wilson

Cable/Nathan Summers

Colossus/Piotr "Peter" Nikolayevich Rasputin

Dopinger

Weasel

Negasonic Teenage Warhead/Ellie Phimister

DC Universe:

Superman/Clark Kent (Henry Cavill)

Batman/Bruce Wayne (Affleck, Bale versions)

Aquaman/Arthur Curry

Wonder Woman/Diana Prince

Harley Quinn

Joker (Leto, Ledger, Phoenix versions)

Deadshot

Captain Boomerang

Enchantress

Rick Flagg

Bane (Tom Hardy)

TV Shows

Stranger Things:

Mike Wheeler

Nancy Wheeler

Will Byers

Joyce Byers

Johnathan Byers

Maxine "Max" Hargrove

Billy Hargrove

Dustin Henderson

Lucas Sinclair

Robin Buckley

Jim Hopper

Steve Harrington

Sex Education:

Erric Effiong

Aimee Gibbs

Adam Groff

Ola Nyman

Rahim

Otis Milburn

Maeve Wiley

Hannibal (Show):

Hannibal Lector

Will Graham

Dr. Alana Bloom

Jack Crawford

Abigail Hobbs

Orange Is the New Black (OITNB):

Piper Chapman

Nicky Nichols

Suzanne "Crazy Eyes" Warren

Galina "Red" Reznikov

Tasha "Taystee" Jefferson

Dayanara "Daya" Diaz

Gloria Mendoza

Lorna Morello

Tiffany "Pennsatucky" Doggett

Alex Vause

Joel Luschek

Big Boo

Maritza Ramos

Poussey Washington

Yoga Jones

Gina Murphy

Brook Soso

Sophia Burst

George "Pornstache" Mendez

Larry Bloom

Polly Harper

Stella Carlin

The Boys:

Billy Butcher

Starlight/Annie January

Hughie Campbell

Homelander

Kimiko Miyashiro

Queen Maeve/Maggie Shaw

Mother's Milk "M.M."

The Deep/Kevin Moskowitz

Frenchie

Stormfront

Becca Butcher

The Walking Dead (TWD):

Daryl Dixon

Merle Dixon

Rick Grimes

Carl Grimes

Lori Grimes

Maggie Greene

Beth Greene

Glenn Rhee

Negan Smith

Michonne Hawthorne

Carol Peletier

Shane Walsh

Paul "Jesus" Monroe

Eugene Porter

Sgt. Abraham Ford

Outer Banks (OBX):

Sarah Cameron

Rafe Cameron

Ward Cameron

John B

Topper

Pope

Kiara

Shameless:

Frank Gallagher

Fiona Gallagher

Lip Gallagher

Ian Gallagher

Debbie Gallagher

Carl Gallagher

Kevin Ball

Veronica Fisher

Mickey Milkovich

Mandy Milkovich

Svetlana

Jimmy "Steve" Lishman

Karen Jackson

Cobra Kai

Miguel Diaz

Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz

Robby Keene

Demetri

Carmen Diaz

John Kreese (baby version & old version)

Terry Silver (baby version & old version)

Tory Nichols

Samantha "Sam" LaRusso

...AND MANY MORE!

If there is something or someone you like not on this list, feel free to ask or direct message me! For movies like the DC Universe and Marvel, if there is multiple actors of that character and you want a certain one, please make sure that you add that detail!

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multiseries-imagines-blog · 5 years

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Welcome to Hawkins

Request: Yes Pairing: Billy Hargrove x reader Warning: implied smut, not really any just a mention

A/N: this was a request but I thought it would also be great to combine it with the 1.2K writing challenge @dacremontgomerylover has, so this is what it came out. I have wanted to write for Billy for a while and this is my first piece of work I have done for him so I hope you enjoy this x

Words: 1.3k

Billy Hargrove with a shy reader who wants him to feel welcome in Hawkins but is super nervous around him. She breaks into his locker to leave him some "welcoming" cookies.

14. “you´re so cute”

45. “I made them for you”

part II

You have lived your entire life in the small town of Hawkins. Always loved the familiar and kind surroundings; the forests full with brown leaves in the autumn and bright green ones on summer. You loved the familiarity between the villagers, you all knew each other since it wasn´t a big town; so whenever you had visitors, it was quick and easy to know.

Everyone had their part in the small town; Hopper was the chief, Jonathan was known as the photographer, Nancy was the intelligent one, Steve was the popular kid, and you? You were the sweet and innocent girl. You were known for your welcoming desserts or foods, always taking either one of those to the new resident. You had made a casserole when the Anderson´s moved into your house next to yours and you also made an upside down cake for Brooks. You were sweet to everyone, never losing your nerves or getting into any type of drama.

You were always willing to help in whatever way you could, so whenever the school made a dance you were a chaperone, or when the school needed funding to fix the gym you raised the money by making a desserts sales. You were Hawkins sweetheart in everyone´s eyes.

So one day you were walking your dog, Cooper, around the neighborhood. This was something you always did on Sundays, right before you went for dinner with your family. It was kind of a tradition, all your family would gather to have some fancy diner, play some games and then go back home to get ready for school the following day. When you were walking back home along with Cooper you saw a moving truck right outside the Anderson´s house, which had been on sale for three months now. The Anderson´s were really nice neighbors; they were a lovely married couple with two young daughters who brought joy to the neighbor.

Your neighbor wasn´t the fanciest or the funniest to be in, actually everyone who lived in it has at least some grandchildren. So when you saw a beautiful blue Camaro parked right in front of the doorway you got excited. It meant that someone around your age was moving in, and not to offend any of the older but you got bored easily around the area. You were excited to go knock on the door and meet the new family, offer your help in the moving in but Cooper had other plans for you. He somehow got free from his leash and ran away, you following right after him, trying to catch him before he got lost. When you finally caught the small animal, you went straight home, tired from all the running.

The following day you got up like every other school day, you took a shower, brushed your teeth and got dressed. This time you had put a little more detail to your outfit, excited to meet the new guy or girl that was going to attend your school. Your outfit consisted on some high waisted clear jeans and a bright yellow t-shirt along with some white sneakers. You took your backpack, which you had prepared the night before and put in the container you filled with some cookies. Soon enough you were walking my way to school.

When you arrived to school you began to look for any unfamiliar face, it was not that hard to know when you had a new student around, and the cheerleaders that went pass you confirmed it.

“Oh my god. Have you seen the new hottie?” Megan said, dramatically bringing her hand to her chest

“Have you seen his ass?” said Sophie

“I´m calling dibs” said Megan

“That´s not fair” this time it was Jessica

“He flirted with me” Megan did a hair flip trying to bring herself some attention

“I´m pretty sure a smile is not flirting but whatever”

And then they were gone. You now knew you were looking for a male figure but he was still nowhere to be seen. The bell rang and you sighed, making your way to your history class. You were not a nerd but you enjoyed listening and paying attention to the lesson so that you had less work to do when you arrived home. The class went by pretty calm, no signs of the new guy. You took notes and did an assignment with Steve who was sitting next to you on the table.

“Have you met the new guy?” you asked him

“Yes, he´s an ass” Steve responded with an eye roll

“Are you sure? He´s new, maybe he´s just nervous”

“Or you just try to see all the good in everyone…”

Steve and you continued to do the assignment. When the bell rang you decided to go look for Nancy, maybe she could help you find the new guy. But as you approach Nancy´s locker you saw someone you couldn´t recognize. As you got closer you scanned him, he was wearing some jeans, a white shirt and a demin jacket, his blonde hair styled in a mullet, his curls falling in the back of his neck and the top of his shoulders. You stood behind him and cleared your throat in order to bring his attention but he didn´t seem to notice you. So you tapped his shoulder. He was fairly higher than you and when he turned around you felt intimidated. He just stayed still, staring at you and waiting for you to say something.

“Hello, I´m y/n. I noticed you´re new and thought I would come by and introduce myself and welcome youo to Hawkins”

You smiled but he seemed confused, intrigued by your sudden actions. No one in the town had the guts to come and introduce themselves; he had already made himself a reputation when he began a fight with no other than Steve Harrington, the popular one. It was just a stupid fight which got out of hands, one to establish his dominance in the new school.

Billy checked you out, he thought you were extremely beautiful and your innocent vibe gave him chills. From that moment he knew he was going to have you, one way or another, wreck that innocence of yours. He laid his back on his locker and stared at you.

“Hey, I´m Billy, Billy Hargrove” his voice went one octave down and smiled at you

“I made them for you... for you and your family” you said while taking the container with cookies out of you bag, handing it to him

“You´re so cute” he said while taking the container in his hands

He took one out, looking at you straight on the eye while taking a bite. You were expectant to see if he liked them so you stayed there, not catching the whole flirting thing since no one had ever tried to seduce you before.

“Do you like them?”

Billy was shocked and confused as to why you weren´t begging to be on his bed already, he didn´t think you could be that oblivious to the situation.

“They are really good” he did that characteristic smirk while licking his lips in order to get the attention that he wanted.

But the bell rang, indicating the end of the break and taking your mind from his actions and to worrying you would be late. Billy didn´t seem to care about being punctual to his class.

“I´m glad you liked them. I noticed we live in the same neighborhood so if you ever need help with anything, me and my family are more than glad to help you. I´ll see you around”

You gave Billy a smile and left. The blue-eyed guy stayed there, against his locker, wondering why you didn´t catch his flirting, if it was on purpose or you were unaware of his seduction. And the fact that you had completely ignored him, made him even more curious about you, more interested in getting to you.

#dacremontgomerylover1.2k #stranger things #stranger things imagine #billy hargrove #billy hargrove imagine

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strangerererthings · 6 years

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peaches x

Summary: What if Bob had an adopted daughter? What happens now?

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Disclaimer: I DON’T OWN THIS OR ANYTHING.

Author’s Note: I know this one is a bit short but I really wanted to add in this chapter. So now there’s going to be one more after this and an epilogue after that. Feel free to start sending in requests to me for fics and headcanons and such!

Word Count: 1,549

part one/part two/part three/part four/part five/part six/part seven/part eight/part nine/part eleven/epilogue

Thanksgiving was a hit, lasting until almost 11:30 that night. The night ended with everyone in the living room watching movies until all six kids had passed out in various places. Joyce was sitting outside with Hopper, whispering and smoking their cigarettes while watching the stars.

“When are they going to cut the shit and get together?” Billy asked, surprising everyone that was still awake, which was you, Steve, Jonathan, and Nancy. Your hold on his hand tightened as you waited for everyone’s reactions. Billy may have been getting better, but the others were definitely still skeptical about him.

The tension released, however, when Jonathan burst into laughter. He threw his head back, causing Nancy and Steve to let out soft peals of laughter to match. “I agree.” Jonathan’s arm was wrapped tight around Nancy, pulling her closer to him.

“She just lost Bob.”

Everyone turned to look at Nancy, and then to you, realizing who they were speaking in front of. You took a long breath in, taking your time. “She deserves to be happy. Bob would want that for her... That’s all he ever wanted.” You leaned your head against Billy’s shoulder as memories of Bob flooded into your mind. You spent a lot of energy on trying to ignore what you had lost, keeping it all pent up. Tears filled your eyes, and you took in a shaky breath.

Billy recognized what was happening immediately and pulled you onto his lap, running his fingers through your hair comfortingly. “I’ve got you, peaches... It’s okay to cry...” His voice was soothing, loving.

It was all you needed to break down.

Your body wracked with your sobs as you curled up further against him. Your hands clutched onto his shirt, gripping the thin fabric. Billy could do nothing but hold you, rocking slightly.

Steve, Jonathan, and Nancy were all staring at you, dumbstruck. “Remember that time Bob came to the school to chew out your English teacher?” Steve said, trying to fill the air with happy memories. “All because that teacher said that your opinion on the true themes of Romeo and Juliet was wrong?”

You hummed, a small laugh stopping your cries as you wiped your eyes. Your nose was running and Billy smirked as he wiped it off with a napkin, your cheeks going red.

“Or the time he tried making Will a birthday cake and burnt it to a brick,” Jonathan added with a smirk, running his fingers through his hair. Nancy smiled wistfully at him, leaning against him.

“He was a good one.” Your voice cracked several times as you sniffled again, to Billy’s amusement. “He loved Benny’s Burgers, or when I’d make homemade cookies. His favorite was oatmeal raisin and I’ll never know why...” Talking about him finally felt like a weight lifting off your chest. “He was really, really good at chess. Any strategy game, he was good at. He... He was the one who taught me how to drive and helped get me into my classes at the college.”

“Let’s get you to bed, okay, sweetheart?” You nodded, and Billy picked you up bridal style. He was limping slightly as he carried you out of the kitchen and into your room. He set you on the bed and the three others appeared in the doorway, saying their goodbyes before disappearing. He began to leave after setting a t-shirt on the bed for you to sleep in. “Goodnight, peaches. I’ll see you in the mor--”

“Stay.”

Billy froze in place, slowly turning to look at you. “What?”

You patted the space next to you, biting your lip. “Stay with me tonight.”

He shook his head, but was slowly walking to you. “But Hopper--”

“Hopper will have to understand.” You stood up and walked to the door, shutting it slowly before walking to Billy. Your hands tentatively reached for his shirt. You tugged it up over his head, your eyes immediately going to the bruises covering his torso. You didn’t say a word, just tentatively tracing your fingers over them. “I’m sorry.”

He shook his head, tilting your head up to look at him. “There’s nothing to be sorry about, peaches.” Again with that nickname. His fingers pushed your hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear. “God, you’re stunning... You know that?” You kept your eyes down, blushing a deep red as he grabbed your hips, rubbing gentle circles into your skin. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my entire life. And that’s coming from someone who’s seen Brooke Shields in person.”

You giggled, shaking your head as you looked up at him once again, meeting his eyes. “You’re... You’re something else.” He smirked, kissing you once more before stepping back as you reached for the hem of your shirt. His eyes went wide as he watched you slowly peel it off of you, tossing it to the ground before you stepped out of your jeans.

What shocked you, though, was when he shook his head. He grabbed the button up he had worn, pulling it onto you before buttoning it up all the way. “I love you, Y/N. This isn’t something I want to rush.” He kissed your forehead before leading you to the bed and pulling back the covers for you.

“Will you at least sleep here then?” You looked up at him with huge puppy eyes. “I don’t want to be alone tonight...”

Billy nodded, coming around the other side of the bed. He tugged off his own jeans before crawling in beside you. He pulled you against him so your head was lying on his chest. “I love you...”

“I love you, too.” Billy’s steady heartbeat and the feel of his fingers running across your back lulled you to sleep.

Hopper and Joyce were sitting outside in the porch chairs that you had picked out last time you all had been in town, passing a cigarette in between them. “She belongs here with you.” Joyce raised her eyebrows at the man beside her, passing him the cigarette.

“She’s reckless and a bit of an idiot.”

She rolled her eyes, pointing at him. “Exactly.” She rocked a bit in the chair, shaking her head. “She really isn’t though, is she? At least, not most of the time.”

Hopper sighed, glancing back at the front door. “Only when that boy is involved.”

“That boy is Billy Hargrove, and he’s clawed your way into his heart, don’t deny it.” She pulled her feet up onto the chair. “They’re good influences on each other.”

Well, he couldn’t deny that. Anytime he was around the two of you, you were smiling and having a good time. You were happy. Like, truly happy and not just ‘I’m going to pretend to be happy because that’s what everyone expects’ kind of happy. And since Billy had started hanging around, his grades had gone up and Hopper knew that wasn’t just a coincidence. When you said you two were going to study, you meant it. There was no fooling around. Hell, Billy had taken to studying with El or just watching television with her even while you were working at the record shop. He didn’t fight as much, and you fought a little bit more, but only when it came to people or things you really loved. “I just don’t want Y/N to get hurt.”

Joyce shook her head, taking the cigarette from him and taking a long drag. “He won’t. He looks at her--”

“The same way I’ve always looked at you.” Hopper said it so matter-of-factly that Joyce didn’t even know how to reply. His eyes met hers and he leaned towards her. “Come on, Joyce. You had to have known how much you meant--and still mean--to me. I was crazy about you even in high school.”

She didn’t say anything as she looked down at her hands.

“I know...” He stood up, stretching a bit as he did. “I know that it’s too soon after Bob. But just know that I’ve waited over twenty years and I’d wait another just for you.” Hopper then went inside, leaving her out there. His heart was racing as he took a moment to collect himself. He had been wanting to say that since he was fifteen years old.

He began to head down the hall, stopping at El’s door and cracking it open. He smiled fondly to see her in bed, tucked under at least four blankets. He shut the door quietly before heading further down to your room. He opened it just enough to see inside, his heart warming at the sight in front of him. There was a faint glow cast over the room from your lamp. You had fallen asleep before turning it off.

“It’s sweet.” He looked down to see Joyce right beside him, also peering inside. You and Billy were curled up so tightly together that it was difficult to tell where one of you ended and the other began. “Are you going to tell him he can’t sleep in here?”

Hopper shook his head, wrapping an arm around her. “Nah... They need each other. They’ve earned a quiet night.” He walked inside, turning off the lamp before leaving, the door closing with a faint click.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy x reader #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things 2 #stranger things fanfiction #fanfiction #reader insert

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mellowsobri · 6 years

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Requests

hi hi hi so this is going to be one of those posts that are updated from time to time.

!! this is long as fuck !!

Rules:

if you send in a request, be sure to at least briefly give a prompt. for example, if i get a request that says “draco x reader please” i will delete it. instead, consider asking “draco x reader where they (etc)” instead.

here are the general fandoms i accept requests for. bolding indicates i am currently enthusiastic about it which means it’ll most likely be released a lot sooner.

Harry Potter

Fantastic Beasts

Be More Chill

Dear Evan Hansen

Alexander Hamilton

Stranger Things

It (2017)

Law and Order SVU

Mystic Messenger

Homestuck

Camp Camp

RPF (i will list them later)

here are some of the characters i write for. bolding indicates i am comfortable with my ability to write them / like writing them. italicizing indicates i am not fully comfortably in my ability to write them, but i will still try (might not be that great tho). an asterisk (*) indicates that they are definitely one of my all time favorite characters and i fucking love them.

(note: just because a specific character isn't listed doesn't mean i won't write for them)

Harry Potter (Harry Potter)

*Ron Weasley (Harry Potter)

Hermione Granger (Harry Potter)

*Draco Malfoy (Harry Potter)

*Neville Longbottom (Harry Potter)

Fred Weasley (Harry Potter)

George Weasley (Harry Potter)

Oliver Wood (Harry Potter)

Cedric Diggory (Harry Potter)

Sirius Black (Harry Potter)

Remus Lupin (Harry Potter)

James Potter (Harry Potter)

Newt Scamander (Fantastic Beasts)

Tina Goldstien (Fantastic Beasts)

Queenie Goldstien (Fantastic Beasts)

Jacob Kowalski (Fantastic Beasts)

*Credence Barebone (Fantastic Beasts)

Jeremey Heere (Be More Chill)

*Michael Mell (Be More Chill)

Rich Goranski (Be More Chill)

Jake Dillinger (Be More Chill)

Christine Canigula (Be More Chill)

*Brooke Lohst (Be More Chill)

Chloe Valentine (Be More Chill)

Evan Hansen (Dear Evan Hansen)

Jared Kleinman (Dear Evan Hansen)

Connor Murphy (Dear Evan Hansen)

Alexander Hamilton (Alexander Hamilton)

John Laurens (Alexander Hamilton)

Marquis De Lafayette (Alexander Hamilton)

Hercules Mulligan (Alexander Hamilton)

Thomas Jefferson (Alexander Hamilton)

James Madison (Alexander Hamilton)

Aaron Burr (Alexander Hamilton)

George Washington (Alexander Hamilton)

*Charles Lee (Alexander Hamilton)

Phillip Hamilton (Alexander Hamilton)

Angelica Schuyler (Alexander Hamilton)

Eliza Schuyler (Alexander Hamilton)

Peggy Schuyler (Alexander Hamilton)

Will Byers (Stranger Things)

Mike Wheeler (Stranger Things)

*Dustin Henderson (Stranger Things)

Lucas Sinclair (Stranger Things)

Eleven/Jane Hopper (Stranger Things)

Max Mayfield (Stranger Things)

Steve Harrington (Stranger Things)

Billy Hargrove (Stranger Things)

Johathan Byers (Stranger Things)

Billy Denbrough (It 2017)

Ben Hanscom (It 2017)

*Stan Uris (It 2017)

*Richie Toizer (It 2017)

Eddie Kaspbrack (It 2017)

Mike Hanlon (It 2017)

*Beverly Marsh (It 2017)

(i’m not writing for pennywise)

Sonny Carisi (SVU)

Rafael Barba (SVU)

707/Saeyoung Choi (Mystic Messenger)

Jumin Han (Mystic Messenger)

*Yoosung Kim (Mystic Messenger)

*Zen/Ryu (Mystic Messenger)

Jahee Kang (Mystic Messenger)

Unknown/Saeran Choi (Mystic Messenger)

V (Mystic Messenger)

Aradia Medigo (Homestuck)

*Tavros Nitram (Homestuck)

Sollux Captor (Homestuck)

Karkat Vantas (Homestuck)

*Nepeta Leijon (Homestuck)

Kanaya Maryam (Homestuck)

Terezi Pyrope (Homestuck)

Vriska Serket (Homestuck)

*Equius Zahhak (Homestuck)

Gamzee Makara (Homestuck)

*Eridan Ampora (Homestuck)

*Feferi Peixes (Homestuck)

*John Egbert (Homestuck)

Rose Lalonde (Homestuck)

Dave Strider (Homestuck)

Jade Harley (Homestuck)

Jane Crocker (Homestuck)

*Roxy Lalonde (Homestuck)

Dirk Strider (Homestuck)

Jake English (Homestuck)

David (Camp Camp)

Gwen (Camp Camp)

Daniel Howell (RPF)

Phil Lester (RPF)

Mark Fischbach (RPF)

Dan Avidan (RPF)

Lin Manuel Miranda (RPF)

Anthony Ramos (RPF)

Daveed Diggs (RPF)

Oak Onaodowan (RPF)

Jon Rua (RPF)

here are some AU’s/Tropes/Soulmate AU’s that i enjoy writing (which means you should definitely consider requesting a character with these)

Modern AU’s

High School AU’s (to soothe the fact that real high school is shitty)

Fairytale AU’s

“We we're accidentally college roommates” Trope

“We met at a coffee shop” Trope

“Unrequited love” Trope

“I caught you cheating” Trope

“The hot new student” Trope

“Our friends have to set us up because we’re too scared to talk to each other” Trope

“Our friends intentionally flirted with you so I’d tell you my feelings” Trope

“You're my childhood friend that got hot” Trope

“Whatever your soulmate writes on themselves it appears on your arm as well” Soulmate AU

“Tally mark” AU

“Meeting your soulmate in your dreams” AU

“If you throw a paper plane it will always make it to your soulmate” AU

“The pain you feel, your soulmate can also feel” AU

“You can communicate with your soulmate in your head” AU

“Your chest glows whenever your soulmate gets closer” AU

“Plants grow from the injuries your soulmate has” AU

thanks. this was long. send in requests.

#harry potter #fantastic beasts #be more chill #bmc #dear evan hansen #alexander hamilton #stranger things #it (2017)#mystic messenger #homestuck #Camp camp #x reader

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callunavulgari · 6 years

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Scrapbook 2018

Scrapbook for 2018! A reminder, for myself and others-

Italicized titles = enjoyed muchly, bold titles = love, titles with an asterisk* = OBSESSION and titles in (brackets) are re-watches/re-reads. And lastly, strikethough = DISLIKE.

Goals are: read forty-five new books this year, finish six video games, write either 30 fics or 70k total, finish the damn Sabriel AU, and write something original.

MOVIES

January

(Guardians of the Galaxy 2)

Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales

February

(LOTR: Fellowship)

(Wonder Woman)

Black Panther

Annihilation

March

The Ritual

Cloverfield Paradox

Pacific Rim Uprising

A Wrinkle In Time

(Star Wars: The Force Awakens)

(IT)

(Star Wars: The Last Jedi)

April

Wolf Children

Moonlight

The Red Turtle

Europa Report

Avengers: Infinity War

May

A Quiet Place

Alien

Deadpool 2

The Conjuring

BOOKS

January

A Tale For The Time Being | Ruth Ozeki

La Belle Sauvage | Phillip Pullman [Fin]

London Falling | Paul Cornell

A Swiftly Tilting Planet | Madeline L’Tengle [Fin]

In Other Lands | Sarah Rees Brennan [Fin]

They Both Die In The End | Adam Silvera [Fin]

Thunderhead | Neal Shusterman [Fin]

The Sun and Her Flowers | Rupi Kaur [Fin]

The Paper Magician | Charlie Holmberg

February

A Tale For The Time Being | Ruth Ozeki [Fin]

The Diviners | Libba Bray [Fin]

The Paper Magician | Charlie Holmberg [Fin]

We Were Liars | E Lockhart [Fin]

Lair of Dreams | Libba Bray [Fin]

The Tropic of Serpents | Marie Brennan

The Goblin Emperor | Katherine Addison

I Am: Seventeen Brushes With Death | Maggie O’Farrell [Fin]

Norse Mythology | Neil Gaiman [Fin]

Phasma | Delilah Dawson

Caraval | Stephanie Garber

March

The Tropic of Serpents | Marie Brennan

The Goblin Emperor | Katherine Addison [Fin]

Phasma | Delilah Dawson [Fin]

Caraval | Stephanie Garber [Fin]

Tess of the Road | Rachel Hartman [Fin]

Clariel | Garth Nix [Fin]

Seraphina | Rachel Hartman [Fin]

Before The Devil Breaks You | Libba Bray

April

Before The Devil Breaks You | Libba Bray [Fin]

The Tropic of Serpents | Marie Brennan

Salt to the Sea | Ruta Sepetys [Fin]

The Wicked Deep | Shea Ernshaw [Fin]

Hamlet | William Shakespeare [Fin]

Fangirl | Rainbow Rowell [Fin]

The Scorpion Rules | Erin Bow [Fin]

The Thief | Megan Whalen Turner [Fin]

Hear The Wind Sing | Haruki Murakami [Fin]

May

The Tropic of Serpents | Marie Brennan [Fin]

Only Human | Sylvain Neuvel [Fin]

World War Z | Max Brooks [Fin]

The Queen of Attolia | Megan Whalen Turner [Fin]

The Stand | Stephen King

Shadow Scale | Rachel Hartman [Fin]

London Falling | Paul Cornell [Fin]

Goldenhand | Garth Nix [Fin]

PODCASTS

January:

N/A

February

N/A

March

The Bright Sessions (Eps 30-41)

Wolf 359 (Eps 5-8)

King Falls AM (Eps 5-6)

April

The Bright Sessions (Eps 41-52)

Wolf 359 (Eps 8-13)

King Falls AM (Eps 6-7)

Penumbra Podcast (Episode 1)

May

Wolf 359 (Eps 14-49)

The Bright Sessions (53-55)

TV SHOWS BY SEASON

January:

Planet Earth II

Devilman Crybaby

Steven Universe s4

Brooklyn Nine-Nine s1

RWBY s5

(Stranger Things 2)

The Orville

(The X-Files)

The Flash s3

February

The Flash s3

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

The Gifted

The Good Place

The Runaways

AP Bio

March

Voltron s5

(Soul Eater)

Battlestar Galactica

(Sailor Moon)

Cardcaptor Sakura: Clear Cards

Bride of the Ancient Magus

Kabaneri of the Iron Fortress

April

Battlestar Galactica

Legion

The Flash

AP Bio

(Yu Yu Hakusho)

Persona 5 Animation

Westworld s2

May

Westworld s2

Legion

The Flash

Lost In Space s1

Persona 5 Animation

Siren s1

Steven Universe s5

VIDEO GAMES

January:

Prey (18 hrs)

Horizon Zero Dawn: The Frozen Wilds (20 hrs, FIN)

Monster Hunter World (8 hrs)

February

Monster Hunter World (25 hrs)

Kingdom Hearts BBS (1 hr)

March

Monster Hunter World (25 hrs)

Witcher 3 [FIN JFC]

Stellaris

Life Is Strange

April

Life Is Strange

Final Fantasy 12: Zodiac Age

Dragon Age: Inquisition (Dany - 98 hrs; Brienne - 5 hrs)

May

Dragon Age: Inquisition (Dany - 138 hrs - FIN; Brienne - 5 hrs)

SOMA

Witcher 3: Hearts of Stone DLC

DELIGHTFUL FIC

January:

Just the One, Two by Panny | Jessica Jones | Jessica/Trish | 10k They say you should never meet your heroes, but what about when you've been sort of in love with them since they broke your mother's marble sink?

Daylight by @notbecauseofvictories | Star Wars | Rey/Luke | 3k “Can I ask what you think it is you’re doing?” Luke says. His voice is only a little strangled. The silence that falls in its place is awkward, thick as sand. “Oh,” Rey stutters out. “Is that not—?” “No,” Luke grits out. “Please put your clothes back on.”

run all the lights by @fahye | Captive Prince | Damen/Laurent | 8.5k He’s a slim, too-pretty boy of twenty, and the men of this particular underworld talk about him as though he’s an open flame, a sparking engine near a pool of gasoline: volatile, and not to be handled. Kid’s got balls of sheer fucking steel, Damen’s contact said. Which must be true, because having just lost a race against Damen for pink slips, Laurent looks him straight in the eye and says, “Double or nothing?” in a voice like vodka poured straight from the freezer.

They Say It's Mighty Fine by apocryphal | Teen Wolf | Sterek | 23k "Hello. This is Alpha Vernon Boyd, calling from Camp Remus about—""Derek?" Talia asks, confused. "You're calling about Derek? Is he okay? What happened?""Oh, boy." Melissa blows out a breath. "All right. Is he hurt?""He's been there for two hours, what could he possibly have—" John pauses. "Hang on, Camp Remus? Like the werewolf camp?"

León de mi Corazón by clockheartedcrocodile | The Exorcist | Tomas/Marcus | 16k | Not for the first time, Marcus wishes he were a poet. Tomas drinks up beautiful words like wine, practically thrives on them. He thinks of his own clumsy attempt at a letter, begun and re-begun until the whole thing had been consigned to the rubbish bin. It was laughable.Besides, he thinks, Tomas and Jessica wrote letters because they could not have each other.“You have me,” he says, quiet enough that Tomas won’t wake.

Things Worth Knowing by Femme (femmequixotic) | HP | Drarry | 163k After the Battle, Harry thinks he's left Hogwarts for good, but Minerva insists that all students return for an Eighth Year if they wish to sit for NEWTs in the spring, and Harry needs those NEWTs to go into the Aurors. Draco's just grateful not to be in Azkaban. Or the Manor. He's hoping he can steer clear of Potter this year and grapple with his own problems.

Under the Covers by ToAStranger | Stranger Things | Steve/Billy | 72k Steve is (maybe) a little bit still in love with Nancy Wheeler and (maybe) trying to figure himself out-- between the night terrors and the babysitting and the general weirdness that is Hawkins, Indiana-- before he graduates.Billy Hargrove fits in there somewhere (probably).

the party never ends by brawlite | Stranger Things | Steve/Billy | 7k Billy wants a fight from Steve Harrington. He'll do just about anything to get it, too.

February

what a wicked game you played (to make me feel this way) by brawlite, ToAStranger | Stranger Things | Steve/Billy | WIP | Billy knew Steve Harrington would ruin him. Steve knew Billy Hargrove was nothing but trouble.They never expected it to end up like this.

don't just stand there by brawlite | Stranger Things | Steve/Billy | 3.5k Steve kisses a stranger in a club in a desperate attempt to spurn an advance from an unwanted admirer. Turns out, it's not really a stranger at all.

there's nothing wrong with me (loving you, baby) by ToAStranger | Stranger Things | Steve/Billy | 4.6k | “Mr. Hargrove,It has come to HR’s attention that you have, once again, used company property incorrectly. Please refrain from using the break room as a work out facility during your lunch hour. If you are in need a gym recommendation, I'm happy to provide you some. Remove your weights from the lower cabinets at your earliest convenience.Regards, S. Harrington”This isn’t the first ridiculous email Steve has had to send to Hargrove, and Steve sincerely doubts it will be his last.

in waves by lymricks | Stranger Things | Steve/Billy | 45k Plant your feet, Billy wants to scream at him. I’m going to bowl you over.

can't you see them? (can't you feel them?) by ToAStranger | Stranger Things | Billy/Steve | 8k | They're breathing down your neck.

Little Pockets of Upturned Loneliness by SeptemberEndings | Stranger Things | Gen | 5k | Months pass, and nothing bad happens to Will.

isizathu by black_nata | Black Panther | T’Challa/Erik | 8k | "What do you want?" T'Challa whispers. Almost like he's pleading. All Erik wants to do is wrap his fist around that smooth throat and make him beg some more.

falling for you in hawkins, indi-fucking-ana by LazyBaker | Stranger Things | Steve/Billy | 31k | Billy gets his shit together. Steve figures some stuff out. They fall in love.

thank god you see me the way you do by LazyBaker | Stranger Things | Steve/Billy | 6k | Five times Billy has had sex and one time he made love.

Secrets Make This Town by Oop | Stranger Things | Steve/Billy/Hopper | 5k | Hopper knows that Billy Hargrove sucks cock like he was born for it and he knows Steve Harrington is hung like a pornstar. He knows these by accident.

March

another city (better than this one) by notbecauseofvictories | Star Wars | Gen, Ben Solo & Lando | 6k | “You really should be more creative with your aliases,” Lando says mildly. “I’ve had every anagram of ‘Skywalker’ flagged since the first time you tried to run away from home.”

his hands so cold they shake by plinys | FBAWTFT | Percival/Credence | 4k | A soul mate is meant to be a blessing, but Percival feels anything but blessed.

We Keep Meeting by scioscribe | Hamilton | Hamilton & Burr | 4.5k | In which Hamilton finds himself a little more non-stop than even he expected, and Burr doesn't know why he's surprised that even death can't make Alexander Hamilton lie down and be quiet.

There Aren't Any Stars in the Sky by Ambrosia | Star Wars | Reylo | 4k | “Why are you here?” Rey asks. She appears to be meditating. Even his muscles remember the basics. Her eyes are peacefully closed.“Your mind is most open when you Jedi meditate, ‘letting everything go’,” he tells her, striding around in a vicious, predatory circle. “Which you would know if you had an at least halfway-competent teacher.”

Found Wanting by sellertape | The Bright Sessions | Mark/Damien | 2k | It didn’t take superpowers to know what Mark wanted him to say. He wanted him to lie. It didn’t take superpowers to get Damien to do what you wanted.

pull out the insides by SpineAndSpite | The Bright Sessions | Mark/Damien | 4k | “Stop,” Damien says again, more insistent this time.“I’m not doing it on purpose.” Mark's heart pounds in his ears and he sees Damien’s hands shaking. God. They shouldn’t have started talking about sex. Shouldn’t have filled in the colors and shadows to this pencil outline of a sketch forming between them. They shouldn’t have given it a name.

Life Is Not A Love Song by DetectiveJoan | The Bright Sessions | Mark/Damien | 4k | “Oh, you know the old saying — once bitten, twice mildly paranoid that everyone you’ve ever met is secretly working for the shady government agency that kidnapped you.” Mark's voice is sing-song through the dressing room door.

I Want You To Want Me by Ryuutchi | The Bright Sessions | Mark/Damien | 4k | Food, scotch, sex-- I don’t know, Damien; there's a lot of good things in life.

(coming for the king, that's) a far cry by lipgallagher | Stranger Things | Steve/Billy | 17k | billy and steve 'pretend' to be gay boyfriends in love for what is essentially just extremely small-time personal gain.

all these to me by lymricks | Stranger Things | Steve/Billy | 9k | Three times Steve and Billy share (a bed, a meal, the truth) and one time they share (a virus).

Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches by Reiya | Yuri On Ice | Yuuri/Viktor | 197k | ‘…Of all the rivalries in the world of sports over the years, perhaps none has become so legendary as that of Russian figure skater Viktor Nikiforov and his rival, Japanese Yuuri Katsuki…’

no need to say goodbye by smolsarcasticraspberry | Voltron | Allura/Shiro | 13k | The juniberry tree blossoms every seven years, and when it does, a gateway opens up to another world - a world that Shiro first explores as a child. There, he meets Allura.

(shoot the lights out, hide) till its bright out by lipgallagher | Stranger Things | Billy/Steve | 50k | The most dangerous thing walking around Hawkins goes by the name Billy Hargrove. And he fucking knows it.

April

so this guy walks into a bar by MasterOfAllImagination | Pacific Rim | Newt/Hermann | 2.5k | “Bourbon,” Hermann says, hooking his cane on the edge of the bar and sliding by degrees onto a stool.“Straight up?” the bartender asks.“Please.” Does he look like the kind of man who enjoys having his nostrils fumigated by undiluted whiskey? “On the rocks.”

Seeing in Color by what_alchemy | Pacific Rim | Newt/Hermann | The Dr. Geiszler Hermann had found in the publications — printed pages worn with constant handling and tucked into his briefcase for easy access — was an eloquent scientist whose work functioned at a level far above almost anyone else Hermann had ever encountered in the field, and yet he neither patronized his readers nor expressed himself in the inexplicable jargon which so infected much academic work.

Strong Enough by therealraewest | Pacific Rim | Newt/Hermann | 4k | "I would like to speak to Newt."

Laying Siege by astolat | GOT | Jaime/Brienne | 8k | “Marry me instead,” Jaime said.

Fool by astolat | GOT | Jaime/Brienne | 15k | Jaime didn’t really expect things to go well when he rode north, but after all, they hadn’t been going well otherwise, so it wasn’t that much of a change.

heartstrings by taylortot | Miraculous Ladybug | Marinette/Adrien | 60k | one of marinette’s rare unlucky days turns into something treacherous. thanks to a certain cat, the real danger passes, but there are other things to be more afraid of. her heart, for example, might be one of them.

Words by astolat | GOT | Jaime/Brienne | 10k | “So we’ll look for you in the North," Robb Stark said, "coming to pay your debt."

nanna by biggrstaffbunch | Thor | Thor/Loki | 1k | Thor, after.

just in it for the game by grim_lupine | Thor | Thor/Loki | 6k | “It's excellent rehabilitation for my image,” Loki says, widening his eyes. “They love you, and because of that they'll trust me. You wouldn't ruin this for me, would you?”

May

these fragments by Wildehack (Tyleet) | Avengers | Loki/Valkyrie | 4k | “Someone has to survive this day,” Thor grinds out, pressed briefly close to her by the fight.“Someone will,” she tells him.

Make Me by Ajaxthegreat | Star Wars | Hux/Ben Solo | 52k | A genocidal megalomaniac Emperor and a very slutty smuggler/occasional Resistance spy walk into a bar.

cherry pie by brawlite, ToAStranger | Stranger Things | Billy/Steve | 61k | illy Hargrove lives for summer. Endless sunshine, heavily chlorinated pools, roaming ice cream trucks, and unencumbered freedom? There’s nothing better.Even being stuck in Hawkins can’t ruin the summer for him. He eats it up, devouring every day whole.***

the ghost and good queen val by Wildehack (Tyleet) | Thor | Loki/Valkyrie/Thor | 8k | “Oh my god,” Korg says. “You did! You saw a ghost!”

Suspicious Minds by astolat | DA | Iron Bull/Dorian, Inquisitor/Solas | 4k | “Hm,” Bull said, thoughtfully. “Something I’ve been curious about. Solas.”“You want to talk about another man now?” Dorian said.

By The Still Waters by emilyenrose | DA | Fenhawke; Inquisitory/Solas | 83k | Hawke was left in the Fade. Fenris goes looking for him. He doesn't go alone.

Some Things Are Certain by cupiscent | Star Wars | Anakin/Obi-Wan | 7k | Detained far from where he should be by random chance, Obi-Wan meets an unusual slave.

For Better or Worse by DragonBandit | The Bright Sessions | Damien/Mark | 22k | Wherein Damien and Mark are soulmates, and this changes enough.**

killing me to love you by mostlikelydefinentlymad | The Bright Sessions | Damien/Mark | 2k | Mark waits by the phone.

give my reflection a break by autoeuphoric (FreezingRayne) | The Bright Sessions | Damien/Joan | 5k | When the bell rings, she almost doesn’t answer. She hasn’t ordered anything and it’s too early for carolers. She does not speak to her neighbors, and she’s not about to start today.Joan gets up and answers the door anyway. Because she wants to.

Try, Try, Try Again by anticyclone | The Bright Sessions | 8k | Joan gets mugged. Damien interrupts. Interrupting is kind of his thing.

sharp shock to your soft side by agivise | The Bright Sessions | Mark & Damien | 22k | The universe is a cruel, unforgiving bitch, and honestly, he's a little sick and tired of it. Sure, he deserves it or whatever, but still, totally uncool, universe. Real poor timing.

Scarier Things by starkraving | The Bright Sessions | Mark & Damien | 5k | Mark drags Damien back across the country in what amounts to the most karmic reverse kidnapping in history, but stopping to take hipster pics of scenic overlooks will not protect you from the scary stuff lurking in the liminal space behind highway truck-stops.

Patient Intake by starkraving | The Bright Sessions | Joan & Damien | 9k | ssume Joan takes a less passive approach to Damien’s influence in her life. Assume she’s sitting in her car with the engine running and he’s on the sidewalk in front of her. Assume there’s six months between this moment and the moment she first met him.

Artifice by buttpatrol | Wolf 359 | Eiffel/Hera | 23k | A story told in parts about colour palettes, identity, robot uprisings, sensational trials, space, and messy love.

blow your mongrel mind by endquestionmark | Wolf 359 | Eiffel/Jacobi | 13k | The first time Eiffel sees Colonel Warren Kepler — shockingly real, after so many days spent somewhere between delusion and despair — what strikes him most is how still Kepler is.

Calling Out My Name by vlasdygoth | Wolf 359 | Jacobi/Kepler | 2.5k | Five times Kepler called Jacobi a pet name, and one time Jacobi managed to pull it off on him.

and twice as bright by endquestionmark | Wolf 359 | Eiffel/Hera | 6k | “Eiffel.” Very quiet, hardly audible through the echoes. “What is it like?”

DELIGHTFUL FANVIDS

January:

2017 [Multifandom Mashup]

MCU Films // ♫Can't You Hear Me Knocking (12 Strong trailer version)♫

Arya & Brienne // The Rules Were Wrong

play with fire [Black Butler]

kylo ren & rey【 In a Dream, in a Nightmare 】TLJ spoilers

Stranger Things || Above and Below

Jim Hopper || Do you ever feel cursed?

Stranger Things || Sweet Dreams

February

Stranger Things || Time After Time

Darth Vader // The Force is strong with you

Game of Thrones || We Live In A Beautiful World

Allison Argent | Look What You Made Me Do

Kylo Ren and Rey l Hearts A Mess

►Stranger Things | Stay Alive

not alone | stranger things

Will Byers || You're home now

March

Voltron | Cosmic Love

Voltron | Broken Crown

River, MARVEL. [2k]

Voltron | Radioactive

S O L D I E R ll Voltron AMV

Loki // Hustler

a morphine toast

Bucky x Steve || Brooklyn (Go Hard)

Fullmetal Alchemist || Brother

Anime Mix - Legends Never Die [AMV]

Death Parade AMV - Feeling Good

AMV - Crucible of Souls - Bestamvsofalltime Anime MV ♫

[AMV] Transmutayshun - FullMetall Alchemist: Brotherhood

AMV Dazzling Inferno

April

kylo ren || animal

FLESH || Yuri on Ice

Roman&Peter || Piece by piece

◼️ quentin&eliot; give me love

Hannibal/Will - Take Me Back

Kylo Ren // In The End

(Marvel) Avengers | The End

Thomas & Newt ✘ Could I have saved him?

Multifandom || Wake Up

The Avengers | The Final Curtain

(SW) Darth Vader | A Light In Darkness

loki laufeyson | saturn (+ragnarok)

Loki - Birthright

May

Infinity War | I Was Here

Avengers: Infinity War

MARVEL || Bohemian Rhapsody

River, MARVEL. [2k]

The Expanse || A War Built On Lies

Avengers || Together

MARVEL || Lions Inside (collab w/ djcprod)

COMIC FILMS - Bohemian Rhapsody

Pixar: The Complete Supercut (2018)

Let Us Be Brave

👑black panther👑

X-Men || Revolution (ft. Ruelle)

DELIGHTFUL MUSIC

January:

Choir & Crickets | Jeff Russo

Black Lung Heartache | Joe Bonamassa

Undiscovered First | Feist

Tribe Society - Kings

MIX - MAURICE RAVEL Bolero

Never Give Up | Sia

Silvertongue | Young the Giant

Vikings Soundtrack

February

Sweet Dreams | Mark Hadley

A Hazy Shade of Winter | The Bangles

White Rabbit | Jefferson Starship

Stranger Things Theme | Kyle Dixon

Go To War | Nothing More

Does Your Heart Break | The Brilliance

Please Speak Well of Me | The Weepies

Smallest Light | Ingrid Michaelson

Flying | Cody Fry

My Friends | Oh Wonder

New Rules | Dua Lipa

Young As The Morning Old As the Sea | Passengers

Never Be The Same | Camila Cabello

Slow Down Love | Louis the Child

Come Together | Gary Clark Jr.

Don’t Think Twice | Utada Hikaru

Your Tongue Like The Sun In My Mouth | Sophie B. Hawkins

&Run | Sir Sly

Giver | K.Flay

Black Panther Soundtrack

March

Daddy Issues | The Neighbourhood

Whatever It Takes | Imagine Dragons

Carry Me Back To Her Arms | Jessica Curry

The Healing | Gary Clark Jr.

These Days | The Black Keys

No Roots | Alice Merton

Susanne Sundfør | The Golden Age

The Blue Whale | Steven Price

Everywhere' by J2

Sinners | Barns Courtney

Sam Tinnesz - Play With Fire (feat. Yacht Money)

Here | Junna

Robert DeLong - Favorite Color Is Blue (Lyric Video) ft. K.Flay

Steve James | Warrior

Hold My Liquor | Kanye West

Sweatpants | Childish Gambino

April

The Sailor Song | Autoheart

Steve James - Warrior (feat. LIGHTS)

Mother Mother - Reaper Man

Hello | Via Audio

Beyoncé | Back to Black

James Brown - It's A Man's Man's Man's World

Emeli Sande - Daddy

Nathan Angelo - Leigh

"In The End" Linkin Park Cinematic Cover (feat. Jung Youth & Fleurie)

May

Black Space/Stand By Me | Imagine Dragons

Dear God | Lawless

Sinners and Saints | Andrea Wasse

Ghost | Natasha Blume

Peter Gundry - Tales of the Night

Metal Gear Solid V Medley: Quiet's Theme / Sins of the Father | Freya Catherine

SOWULO - Yule

WOLVEN STORM ORCHESTRAL COVER (Witcher 3 - Priscilla's Song)

Amulet | Copal

Holding Out for a Hero | Nothing But Thieves

WRITTEN FIC

January:

N/A

February

Everybody's Looking For Something | Stranger Things | Steve/Billy | 4,790 words | On the third weekend of May during their last year at Hawkins High, Steve Harrington throws a party.Billy crashes it.

taste you on my tongue | Stranger Things | Steve/Billy | 2,290 words | “You’ve never felt pleasure like it, Steve,” an old girlfriend had told him once, her eyes bright with memory. Steve shrugged. “No vampires here, though.”

March

Home | Star Wars | Reylo | 1,670 words | “Rey,” he says into the quiet. “Just drive.”

April

hits like a drum | Stargate Atlantis | Mcshep | 3,507 words | “Believe it or not, having something with sharp teeth breathing down your neck is not actually conducive to one’s thought process.” John barks out a loud, abrupt noise that might be laughter, his breath tickling the hairs at the base of Rodney’s neck. “I’d have thought it would be good motivation.”

feed the hunger | Stranger Things | Steve/Billy | 1,792 words | “Thought you wanted to fuck me, Hargrove,” Steve whispers, and presses a sweet kiss to the hinge of Billy's jaw. “Now's your chance.”

Apotheosis | Marvel - INFINITY WAR | Thor/Loki, Steve/Pepper/Tony | 4,450 words | Grief, a story told in three parts.

May

N/A

FANMIXES/GRAPHICS

January

2018

February

We Could Be Heroes

Daddy Issues

March

N/A

April

Newmann

May

danien: back in black

#heather says what #scrapbook #2018

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stories tucked away - part 10

wow ive uh... really written 25k for this au in two weeks!! thats a lot! probably too much, so thank you for the support and comments and reblogs, and thank you for loving this au as much as I do!!!!!! and thanks as always to this au’s birth mother @daddystevee!!!!! also i promise it wont be angsty forever i just love the ~ suffering ~ also sorry stephanie meyer for snagging ur scene thanks girl!

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Word Count: 3k

Warnings: cursing

You slept through packing up and the flight back to Hawkins thanks to sedatives given by Joyce; there was no need for you to deal with any more chaos, whether it be Russian guards or just a tight plane ride.

You woke in a bed - a real bed, not a concrete slab - in a room you recognized, but had only seen on a screen. Will Byers’ bedroom, though its contents were packed in boxes and stacked along the walls, only the bed remaining. Standing near the window, the pane shoved halfway up, was Billy, a half-lit cigarette dangling between his fingers. When you sat up, he took a long drag and blew it out before turning to face you.

“Ready to explain?”

“Thank you,” you said, “for what you did back there.”

He nodded curtly, and you figured that was as much acknowledgment as you were going to get.

“Why?”

“Because I didn’t - don’t - trust myself-”

“I mean, in the mall.” He flicked the butt out the window and crossed the room, arms folded. “You pushed me out of the way. Why?”

You massaged the back of your neck, entire body stiff and achy, and met his gaze.

“It was the right thing to do.”

“I didn’t deserve it. I don’t deserve it,” he said, anger making him tense.

“No,” you said, “you didn’t. But you also didn’t deserve to die. Not like that. No one-” you shuddered, remembering the slice of teeth into your skin, “-deserves to die like that.”

His lips pulled thin.

“It changed you, too, didn’t it?”

He didn’t need to elaborate; the words brought the explanation to the surface of your skin, stinging as the veins climbed. You both looked at them, answer enough.

“When you touched me, back in the base. I felt it.”

“It’s a...pain. My emotions…wake it up, and I can…pass it on. Push it into other people.”

“And you need to touch them,” he said.

“I haven’t exactly had time to figure it out,” you snapped. You sighed and sat back against the wall. “I need you to keep it quiet. I’ll tell the others.”

Billy shrugged.

“Harrington’s been sleeping in the hall. Joyce wouldn’t let him in; said you needed to rest. Want me to let him know you’re up?”

“No,” you said immediately. “If Joyce is keeping everyone out, how did you get in?”

His gaze flicked to the open window, a smile tugging one half of his mouth up, and headed for the door to the hall.

“Billy,” you said, and he stopped before opening the door, turning and arching a brow. “Bring me El.”

El arrived a few minutes later, the door opening slowly as she came in and shut it behind her. She approached the bed hesitantly, then decided against it, standing between the door and the bed frame.

“I need your help,” you said. “Something happened to me, and now I can do these things, and I can’t hurt the others. I won’t.”

She relaxed visibly; this was something she was familiar with; she’d spent her life learning to control her power.

“Can I see?” She asked. You frowned, gaze dropping to your skin, currently unmarked by the black veins.

“I don’t-I don’t know how.” At your failure, frustration flared inside you, and the lines jumped to your skin. El stepped closer, mesmerized, watching as the ink swirled and disappeared as you relaxed.

“You got mad, just then. Because you couldn’t do it,” she said. “Because you got mad, you could.”

“I can’t just…not get upset for the rest of my life or avoid touching anyone. That’s no way to live.”

El sat beside you on the bed and took your hand in hers, despite knowing what lurked beneath your skin. She gave you a reassuring smile and squeezed your fingers.

“I’ll help you,” she said.

“How?”

“I had to learn to control my…my powers. You can learn, too.”

“I could hurt you.”

She gave you a small smile, but her eyes were fierce, reminding you that she was more than the young teen she appeared to be. A hardened soldier who’d fought more battles than you could imagine.

“I can hurt you, too.”

You were surprised to find a smile tugging on your lips. Oh, how the tables had turned. It felt like so long ago that you’d sat down on your couch and woken in Hawkins. You could barely remember that person, the one innocent enough to believe every story could have a happy ending, every fight could end without casualties. That person died when you had - almost had - back on the food court floor, and something else - someone else - had risen from their ashes.

Something you’d almost forgotten about flickered to life in the back of your head, information stowed during a time it wasn’t relevant, and you inhaled sharply, meeting El’s gaze.

“El,” you said. “I have to tell you something.”

Her brows furrowed.

“What?”

“It’s about Hopper.”

The move out of state had, apparently, been postponed, various boxes open around the kitchen, the large group making themselves comfortable. While everyone went home for the night after arriving back - save for Billy, Robin, and Steve - but returned the next morning. Joyce and Jonathan served up coffee and pancakes, all of which were eaten off napkins, the plates still packed.

Silence fell when you and El came into the kitchen, sat in chairs and on countertops or just milling about, eleven sets of eyes on you. Steve cleared his throat and stood, a silent offering for the seat that you took without meeting his gaze, though you saw his shoulders sink in your periphery. El hopped up beside Mike on the counter, and he took her hand after she gave him a reassuring smile.

“There’s something you all need to know,” you said, voice still a little raw, “about what happened to Hopper.”

It certainly wasn’t what they expected your first words after three months to be, judging by the various states of disbelief and confusion written across their faces.

“You’ve been in a Russian base for three months, and you want to talk about Hopper?” Steve asked from somewhere off to your left. You resisted the urge to look back at him and straightened your shoulders.

“Back in the mall, I told him what was coming. And I don’t know for sure if he did it, but I told him to jump.”

“Jump?” Joyce asked, breathless. The entire room hung unmoving, like they couldn’t process your words, or wouldn’t.

“I told him to jump through the gate and into the Upside Down.”

All eyes moved to Joyce for verification; she was the last person to see him alive, but you knew she wouldn’t have seen it. She’d closed her eyes, unable to watch him die to save them. You understood the sentiment more than ever these days.

Joyce shook her head helplessly and met your eyes.

“I didn’t see,” she said. “I shut my eyes, and I didn’t see it.”

“But, he could be alive. He could be alive, right?” El asked, her hope blooming and infecting everyone in the room, even you. You wanted a win so badly you could practically taste it. You wanted to fix all the things that had been broken since you couldn’t fix yourself.

“If he did jump, he’s been down there for months. Is it even possible that he…” Nancy trailed off, but her worry mirrored the others; three months in the Upside Down was unimaginable.

“Will made it for a week, and he didn’t even know where he was,” Mike said.

“If anyone could make it, it’s Hopper,” said Jonathan.

“Aren’t we forgetting something?” Steve asked, stepping forward, arms folded. “The gate’s closed. We blew up the only doorway.”

“I can open it,” you said, the words out of your mouth before you even realized you were speaking. The knowledge surfaced like song lyrics you thought you’d forgotten, like a memory you didn’t know you had, an understanding that came from somewhere else.

“What?” Steve asked, turning to you, and you flinched at the intensity and hurt in his eyes; he’d certainly felt the brunt of your disregard. He looked tired, too, like he hadn’t slept a full night in weeks - maybe months. His hair was bordering on shaggy, in dire need of a haircut, and his eyes weren’t as bright as you remembered.

Your fault, your mind chided.

“What do you mean, you can open it?” Robin asked. You pursed your lips, brows furrowing.

“I…I think I can open it.”

“No offense,” Mike said, “but it almost killed El to close the thing, and she worked with Dr. Brenner for years. What can you do that El can’t?”

“I can’t explain it. I just know it. If you get me to that gate, I can open it,” you said. El looked at Mike, then around the room.

“After the gate closed, I couldn’t do anything. Y/N brought me, and Billy, into the void. They told us how to rescue them, even if they didn’t know it. I can’t even crush a stupid Coca Cola can. So,” El met your gaze, lips curling up in support, “if you say you can do it, you can do it.”

“I need time. To…figure it out,” you said. Not time to figure out how to open the gate, but time to figure out how to control whatever…gift the Mind Flayer saddled you with. You wouldn’t put any of them anywhere near a risk like going back to the site of the gate without knowing you were safe to be around.

“It’s like our own Avengers team. El, Y/N, and…Billy,” Lucas said.

“Not quite Avengers level,” Steve said, cocking a brow.

“That’s what everybody said about the Avengers before they were the Avengers,” said Dustin.

“So, they called them non-Avengers level before the Avengers even existed?” Robin asked, poking holes in their logic for the fun of it. You couldn’t help the tiny smile that tugged on your lips.

“Eat shit, you know what I meant,” Dustin retorted. A laugh burst through Robin’s lips, and Joyce scolded, “Language.”

“We’re not the fucking Avengers,” Billy snapped, refilling his coffee and leaving the room.

Once he was safely out of earshot, Dustin said, “The team is a work in progress.”

Despite your best efforts, Steve managed to get you alone later that afternoon, finding you in the bedroom and entering without knocking. You turned from where you stood near the bed, sorting through clothes gifted by the others - you supposed you needed to start a wardrobe. It appeared you’d be staying for a long time; forever, perhaps.

You hadn’t thought about it much - hadn’t had the time or energy - but part of you always expected to wake up safe on your couch, the whole thing a big dream. But as time passed, that part of you grew smaller, and now, it was hard to locate.

This was your world, for the time being.

“Hey,” he said, caution in his tone.

“Hey,” you said causally. His brows twitched.

“I-” he massaged the back of his neck, his discomfort evident. “I wanted to….” He lifted his gaze to yours, eyes soft and warm, and as beautiful as you remembered them. “How are you doing?”

You turned back toward the bed and continued sorting, though you couldn’t focus on anything him behind you.

It’s for the best, you reminded yourself.

“I’m fine,” you said. “Ozerov had me in a coma for most of it, anyway.”

Steve inhaled sharply.

“Ozerov? He’s-”

“Alive? Yes.”

“And he was-he was there-”

You whirled, a hoodie balled in your hands, and forced your face into an empty slate.

“Did you need something?”

His face fell, but he zipped his wall back up a beat later, lips pursed.

“Did something happen?”

“Other than my time as a prisoner, and dying, you mean?”

He paused.

“I can’t-I have no idea what you went through. So if you need time, I can give it to you, but you’ve gotta talk to me.”

“Nothing happened,” you said, nausea coiling like a snake in your gut with every word. “I don’t need time. I don’t need anything from you.”

He recoiled like he’d been hit, and the confusion hurt you more than anything. He didn’t understand why you were doing this, and you couldn’t tell him, because if you did, he’d just tell you it was okay, he didn’t care, because that was who he was. It was one of the many reasons you…

You pushed the train of thought off its track and held Steve’s gaze, eyes narrowed. His nostrils flared, face all scrunched up, and you wished desperately to cross the room and throw your arms around his neck, close your eyes and pretend things were different.

But they weren’t. They were what they were.

“Back at Starcourt, you said-”

“I shouldn’t have. I shouldn’t have said, or done, any of it.” The done part was unspoken; the kindness, the kisses.

He shook his head in disbelief, the beginning of a protest forming, and you swallowed the bile in your throat and pushed on.

“I got caught up in being in the story, and I got carried away. But it wasn’t real.”

“I know you’re scared, that you’re changing and it’s scary, but you don’t have to do this alone-”

“That’s not what this is about,” you interrupted, using all your strength to keep your voice from wavering. You willed yourself calm; if you could make it through this without hurting him, without the power awakening, you wouldn’t have to worry about it again.

All it took was two broken hearts.

“Us…whatever you thought there was…it was all bullshit,” you said, barely managing to hold his gaze, shame burning inside you, threatening to bring pain with it. The words burned your tongue when you spoke them, but you knew the only way to make it stick was to make it sting; the only way to keep him from loving you was to make him hate you.

And it worked. His expression hardened, and he reminded you of the Steve from the beginning, the one who’d spat venom and hid behind popularity. He wasn’t your Steve, anymore; you were a liar, a cold-hearted deceiver. You deserved the hatred in his eyes, but it still broke your heart to see.

When he left, you let him go, and crumpled the moment the door shut, two different pains battling for ground inside you. The darker won out, and the pain filled your entire body, growing and growing until it was so big you were numb to it, and the hoodie clutched tightly in your fingertips turned to ash.

“This isn’t working,” you grumbled, throwing your useless hands up in frustration. How was it that those damned veins only showed themselves when you didn’t want them? And how could you ever hope to live around anyone again if you couldn’t trust yourself with a single emotion?

El pursed her lips.

“You’re not angry, or scared, enough.”

“I’m trying.”

“But it isn’t real,” she said. “There is no…threat.”

“There will be, if we open the gate.”

“If you open the gate.”

“Don’t remind me.”

El smiled.

“You’ll get it. You just need motivation,” she paused, like a lightbulb had flickered on in her mind, and she looked to Mike, Will, Dustin, and Lucas, who sat against the house a few feet away; the four had been determined to watch you practice, but so far, there had been little to see.

“Mike,” El said, and jogged over to him, saying something you couldn’t hear. He glanced at you, frowning, but got to his feet and slipped inside.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“Getting motivation,” she said. A moment later, Steve and Robin exited the house, Mike behind them. Robin and Mike sat back down, but Steve came to you and El, though he wouldn’t look at you.

“Mike said you needed me,” he said.

Fear bubbled up inside you, and you stumbled back, hands burning.

“No,” you said. “No. Not a chance.”

“You said it’s tied to your emotions,” El said.

“I know what I said,” you exclaimed, “but I won’t do this.”

“You can’t learn to control it if you can’t even use it.”

“I’m not doing it.”

“If it helps us get Hopper, just…do whatever,” Steve said. Big words for someone who didn’t know what he was up against.

“Take Y/N’s hand, and don’t let go,” El said. She met your gaze and said, “You can do this.”

“No. El, no-” Steve grabbed your hand, and though the touch sent shivers up your skin, the moment lasted only a second before he tightened his grip, and the wave coursed through you, your fingers burning. The pain slipped into Steve, searching for a release, and his knees buckled, letting go of your hand with a gasp. You hurried backward, out of arms reach.

“Jesus,” he said, bending over for half a second and straightening, letting out a breath. “Jesus.”

“We’re done,” you said.

“No. No,” he snapped. “I’m good. Go again.”

“I’m not hurting you,” you said.

“Burnt that bridge, didn’t we?” He retorted, rendering you silent. He threw out a hand, but it was in no way inviting; you steeled yourself and took it anyway.

Even with your attempts to breathe, the worry that you’d hurt him made you hurt him, the veins looping back up your skin.

No. No. You bellowed the word inside your own head, over and over. No, no, no.

Steve flinched as the pain jumped into him, but he remained steady, and you closed your eyes, stretching invisible hands out and pulling back, drawing the pain up through your fingertips, a scream building in your throat. But at Steve’s breath of relief, you pulled harder, dragging all the agony into you and away from him.

You held only a second more before you couldn’t any longer, yanking your hand out of his and falling back, landing on your hands and knees. You gasped for air, the stars clearing from your vision, pain fading.

When you climbed back to your feet, seven sets of eyes watched you with awe.

“Now that,” Robin said, a smile on her lips, “was pretty fucking cool.”

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stories tucked away - part 12

wow!!!! only one more part to go!! I had so much fun writing and planning this au, and am incredibly sad its coming to an end! it started as a joke and spiraled into this lovely mess, and I appreciate everyone being willing to go along with my antics!!! catch the last part in the next day or two! and of course thank you thank you thank you to @daddystevee for coming up with this au!! wouldn’t be here without ya!

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Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: violence & cursing

Steve woke first, the room warm from yellow light seeping through the thin curtains, rays of sun tracing across your face beside him. You curled against him, back pressed to the wall; to watch the room - to protect yourself - he realized with a sharp twinge.

In sleep, your ever-present frown - the last time he saw you smile felt like a lifetime ago - was gone, features calm, making you look younger, almost innocent. But even with your body language reading calm, the changes were in the smaller things. You were a painstakingly light sleeper, jumping awake at his slightest movement. The past few days had been a lesson in patience, learning to sleep beside one another, and you still fell asleep with your back firmly against the wall.

Steve resisted the urge to stroke your cheek, not wanting to interrupt your slumber; a peaceful one was no longer easy for you to achieve. He was content to just look at you, your lips parted slightly, chest rising and falling with slow breaths. The tension you hauled around each day - evident in the set of your shoulders and crease in your brow - was taking the morning off, it seemed.

Your lips parted, brow furrowing ever so slightly, and your eyes snapped open. When they settled on him, you relaxed - though he didn’t miss your quick scan of the room.

A tiny, sleepy smile tugged on your lips, and you shifted toward him, pressing your face to his bicep and letting out a sleepy noise. He rolled and slipped an arm around your waist, drawing your gaze up to his face.

“How long have you been staring?” You asked, cocking a brow.

“Me? Staring? I would never.”

“Hmmm.” You stretched up, ghosting a kiss across his jaw, and fell back against the pillows. The intimacy of the gesture made Steve’s stomach roll and twist.

Within the walls of the spare bedroom, hidden behind closed doors, is the only place you let down your own fences.

“I missed that,” Steve said softly, thumb reaching up to brush across your lips and their rare smile. Your lips pulled thin for a moment before curling back up ever so slightly, and you caught his wrist, kissing his knuckles. It seemed you’d both missed the ease of touch.

“I’m sorry,” you said, smile fading. “That I’m so different.”

Steve frowned and tugged you closer, dropping a kiss to your head before pulling back to meet your gaze.

“You’re still you,” he said. “You’re still the person that pissed off the Russians so they’d take you and not me. The person who pushed Billy out of the way. The person that I…” he trailed off, the realization hitting him as he spoke. That I love.

He could see how badly you wanted to argue, ghosts banging around your skull, blood still staining your hands, but he didn’t let you.

“I don’t care what you’ve done. I care who you are.”

“And how can you be sure about who that is?” You asked.

"Because I know you.”

The unwavering, steadfast support was like a kick to your chest. After so much time curled on a concrete bench, the word monster battering around your head, it didn’t seem possible for anyone to see something other than black veins and pain. You were death incarnate, the only remaining darkness from the Upside Down, an evil place Steve had lost enough to already. But here he was, hands on your monstrous skin, unafraid, uncaring; wanting you anyway.

He was a miracle in the form of a ragged tee-shirt and unkempt hair. A miracle you’d do anything to hold onto.

“What was it like, before? You never talk about where you came from.”

You sighed, rolling onto your back, gaze settling on the popcorn ceiling.

“My world was as complicated as this one,” you said. “But it wasn’t all bad.”

“Do you miss it?”

You folded your arms, thinking of the never-ending news stream, the violence and pain and corruption, but also of ocean waves lapping over your toes, the way you and your friends danced to shitty pop music in dark rooms, and your parent's voices.

“My world is broken,” you said. “But I miss the people in it.”

“Would you…go back?”

You turned your head, a grimace pulling on your lips.

“I don’t think I belong there anymore. Though, I’m not sure if I belong here, either.”

“You belong where you want to,” Steve said, somewhat stubbornly. You slid against him, a hand settling against his chest.

“At first, before I realized all this was real, I didn’t want to go. And when I realized it was, I think it was too late, anyway. But I thought about it a lot, when I was in Kamchatka. What it’d be like to go back after all this.” Your frown deepened.

That world…isn’t my story. But this one isn’t either. Maybe I’m cursed to be out of place forever.”

“Maybe it wasn’t your story then, but it is now,” Steve said. “You changed it. And you’re part of it.”

You wanted to believe him, his face earnest with his own notions.

Maybe he was right. Maybe the life you’d lived before waking in the woods had never been your story; or maybe, it had only been part. Maybe each and every one of us has a million stories tucked away inside us, waiting to be found and lived.

“Would you go back?” He asked again, and this time, you didn’t need time to think about the answer. For better or for worse, you knew where you belonged, now; or, at the very least, where you wanted to belong.

“No,” you said, “I wouldn’t.”

On the day before the planned rescue mission - a Saturday - the Byers’ home was as full as you could remember it being. Your training sessions with El always had audiences - whoever was home at the time - but today, the entire house stood along the outer wall, watching as you and El faced each other across the grass.

“Billy,” El said, drawing him from his place against the wall to join you both.

Steve was a perfect motivator, and over the past few days, he’d spent most of his time with you, whether it be training or…other things. But today, the final day, the most critical session, it was Billy that would be used.

Despite’s Steve’s protests, he’d taken the brunt of your power of the past week, and you refused to make him any weaker for the morning’s expedition. That left Billy, more than willing to help; more than willing to help if you were involved, at least.

The friendship that sprouted between you made no sense to you, let alone everyone else, but Billy was like a silent bodyguard, always present in case you needed it. You’d told him over and over you’d have sacrificed yourself for any of them, but he still felt the need to watch over you, like he owed you something.

Rather than stopping in front of you, like always, he took El’s instructions to stand back. You frowned, meeting the young girl’s gaze.

“How am I supposed to-”

“Throw it,” she said.

“Throw…my…”

“The power,” El said.

“You can’t count on your enemies waltzing right up so you can kill them, can you?” Billy asked.

“I don’t-I can’t-”

You met Steve’s gaze across the grass, and he gave you a small nod, urging you on. You took a breath, drawing strength from him, and looked to Billy.

“Ready?” You asked. He nodded curtly.

“Do your worst,” he said. He paused, and added, “Or maybe a little less than your worst.”

You closed your eyes, images of Steve, Robin, Dustin, and Erica down below Starcourt flicking behind your lids. Their fear, their desperation. The anger at the Russians - for hurting them, for hurting you - built itself up, bricks sliding into place, your pulse leaping and fingers pricking. You forced the pain into your hands, stopping its climb up your arms and onto your chest, the veins pooling and curling until your hands were pitch-black, skin barely visible beneath them.

You’d never used it without touch, didn’t even know how to begin. Steeling yourself and commanding the pain to stay, you opened your eyes and met Billy’s gaze. His jaw was set, the only indication he was nervous.

“You sure?” You asked again. He crinkled his nose slightly and grunted a yes.

“Hit me,” he said.

You thought of the kids in the mall, chucking fireworks, fear and fatigue woven into their features; you thought of El and Joyce, crying in each other’s arms; you thought of Barbara Holland’s gravemarker, an empty casket beneath it. All the fear and pain and death, some watched, some experienced.

And then you threw. The veins leaped off your skin, dancing and twisting as they shot through the air and caught Billy. He stiffened and keeled over, a gasp tumbling from his lips as his knees hit the grass. He caught himself, head snapping up, and you yanked back, the pain retreating back into your arms, stinging and disappearing.

For a long minute, silence hung in the air. Billy caught his breath, pushing back onto his feet, and you shook out your achy limbs, unable to look at your friends along the wall for fear of what you’d see in their eyes; fear; hatred.

“That was so fucking cool,” Max said slowly, excitement rising with each word.

“How did you do that?” Mike asked, eyes wide and bright.

“Me next,” Dustin said, which resulted in a chorus of no’s.

Steve moved to stand beside you, a hand sliding into yours, and Robin took up the other side, the others gathering until you stood in a clump. Even Billy wasn’t excluded, standing beside Max, the hint of a smile on his face.

“The Upside Down doesn’t know what’s coming for it,” Robin said, shaking her head, an approving grin on her lips.

“Y/N is coming,” Billy said.

“And nothing stands a chance against you,” Steve said. You couldn’t help the tiny smile that tugged on your lips; the sensation was unfamiliar, but you decided you missed it, liked it. Happiness was a dangerous thing, but you’d go down fighting for it anyway.

The mall was scheduled for demolition, but as the months passed, it seemed less and less likely, the already crumbling building sitting untouched. Luckily for all of you, though, it made reaching the gate effortless. Though you and Steve were on edge as the elevator dropped, it landed safely at the bottom as you’d known it would.

When you reached the gate, there was nothing remarkable about it, nothing to signify it’s activity, but you could feel it. Like something waking inside you, whispering your name, calling for you. It wanted to be open.

The dark wall was unblemished, but you approached it and placed your palm against the uneven rock, warmth blooming beneath your fingers.

“How do you open-” Steve started, only to be silenced by Robin. You let your eyes fall shut, tethers in your mind stretching out, finding purchase in the rough rock.

It’s time to come home, the voice whispered. You ignored it.

You are ours, it urged.

You pushed harder against the wall, willing the dozing particles to wake up and split apart. It came alive beneath your fingers, and when you opened your eyes, a red crack showed through the dark wall. You pushed the growing pain right into the wall, and the crack extended, elongated, crept up to the ceiling and down to the floor.

“Jesus,” Steve whispered.

“Told you,” El said, and you could hear the smile in her voice.

The crack widened in the middle but stopped in its expansion. You frowned, power faltering.

Come home, the earth whined. Come home to us.

The Upside Down wanted to regain its property - you - but you had no plans of letting it follow through.

But you weren’t the only mutated descendant of the world beyond that crack.

You turned to El and said, “I need your help.”

She joined you in an instant, and you took her hand, placing your free one back on the rock. You let the anger back into the room with a whush, and the power reactivated. But it wasn’t just your own; you could feel it through her fingertips, electricity buzzing in her body, lying dormant in wait. As if stuck behind a locked door.

“I can’t,” she said with a disappointed breath.

You dropped your gaze to El, whose brow was furrowed in concentration and frustration. You took her by the shoulders, deserting the gate for a moment, and forced her to look at you.

“Listen to me,” you said. “You are not broken. You are not weak. You are not some messed up experiment. You’re a force of fucking nature, and I can’t do this without you.”

“I don’t think I can-”

“Stop thinking and just do.”

Her features contorted. “I can’t. I can’t-”

“I know you’ve lost everything,” you said, voice low enough that only she could hear, “I know you lost Hopper, and your family, and your friends. But this is how we find our way back. This,” you said, “is when we stop fighting what we are.”

“And what are we?”

You cracked a grin, and in her surprise, she smiled, too.

“We’re wolves,” you said, “And we’re going to blow this house down.”

Her smile widened, all traces of hesitation and fear fading, replaced by a fierce determination that reminded you - and her - of who she was. She was not a damsel in distress, not a helpless victim, not a broken toy; she was power incarnate.

You were not possessions of the Upside Down, monsters created to assist or fight or find it. This was your story. Her story. Steve’s, and Nancy’s, and Billy’s, and everyone else’s.

Fate had nothing on you.

Wordlessly, El placed her free hand against the wall, closing her eyes. You followed suit, fingers splayed across the stone.

You felt the moment she broke it free of its cage, wild and angry power slamming to the surface. Blood dribbled out of her nose, and the tickle on your lip told you it probably did the same from yours, but neither of you faltered.

You are ours.

I am my own, you shot back, the anger striking the final match and blowing the gate wide open. It yawned to life, orange and red and yellow like the most horrifying sunset you’d ever seen.

You and El dropped your hands at the same time, breathing heavily. You swiped a hand across your nose, ignoring the pulsing of your heart against your skull, and turned to the others.

“Ready to do this?” You asked. In reply, guns were lifted, studded baseball bats were gripped tighter, and grim-faced nods were given. Steve moved to stand beside you, reaching down to take your hand, squeezing. You met his eyes, and he said nothing, merely tipping his forehead against yours for a long second and stepping away. He didn’t need to say anything; you already knew.

“I’m overdue for a shot on one of those bastards.” Steve rolled the handle of the bat around his hand with ease, careful not to swing at anyone. Your lips quirked up.

“For once,” Billy said, “I’m with Harrington.”

The Upside Down was, at the very least, easy to navigate. Despite its darkness and debris and mucus-covered-everything, it was Hawkins. And they knew Hawkins.

“If you were Hopper, where would you go?” Nancy asked.

“The cabin,” El said instantly, setting off in the direction of the woods. You and the others followed, settling into a formation as you walked. No direction was left unwatched, and though nothing appeared, the telltale shrieks and roars rumbling out of sight told of Demogorgons lurking in the darkness.

You made it halfway to Hopper’s cabin before one showed its face, ugly, gangling form darting out of the trees toward your and Steve’s side of the formation. You didn’t even have to think, didn’t have to draw anger out, before your fingers shot out, veins splitting off your skin and tangling around the beast’s face. It screeched, loud and wailing, and dropped, writhing as your darkness choked the life out of it. As soon as the Demogorgon went still, the pain rocked into you, stronger here.

But you were stronger, too. Like your power had been seeping through a crack in a doorway, and now that you’d entered the room, it had no more restrictions.

More darted from the trees, but it wasn’t only you who’d gained strength down here; El had two split in half before you even thrust out an arm.

“Come on!” Jonathan yelled, the six of you tearing through the trees. Relief flooded through you when you came upon the clearing, the cabin set against the trees, dusty and dark but there.

Nancy fired a shot back into the darkness, and Billy fired another, and you bolted for the safety of the clearing. The six of you formed in a tight circle facing outwards, but nothing crossed the tree line.

A door whined open behind you, and a rifle cocked, then, just as quick, clattered to the ground. You whirled and found a ghost standing on the porch of the cabin, his beard grown out, features gaunt, eyes hardened from months on a battleground.

Jim Hopper.

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Crashing Down

(steve harrington x hopper!reader)

Guys, I'm super emotional… this- is the last part to the fic. But more importantly this chapter is what the whole fic was written around. It's insane. Well more so like the very ending of it. But I'm so happy that this happened and I finally wrote my first fic ever. I just can't believe it. Thank you to everyone who read this and continued to support me through this. A special thanks to @harringtown who literally always has my back and was helping me out with this. I think i might write another fic one day but in all honesty who knows. It's freakin hard idk how Brooke spits these suckers out almost every day??? But who knows maybe i'll be more original next time and not have a full fledged slow burn fic.. Anyways love you guys! Xx ps its finally (steve x reader) !!!!

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Warnings: cursing, death, fluff, angst, super hella sadness, all the good stuff. And season 3 spoilers ig

Part 9/9

Word count: 3.7k (THIS IS INSANE??)

Summary: Sometimes things just don’t go as planned and your world just comes crashing down, but it’s a good thing that you have people in your life to be there to catch you when you fall.

You squirmed out of Steve’s arms and ran to your dad, El limping close behind you pulled him into a big hug. Even though the last time you saw him was a few days ago, now was not the time for full fledged reunions you had to figure out what you guys were going to do to beat this thing.

As everyone was explaining their part of what had been going on over the last couple of days, you took your place under Steve’s arm. You watched as Jim gave Eleven the extra care she needed in that moment, making your lips curl up at the corners.

“But instead of, like, screws and metal, the Mind Flayer made its weapon with melted people.” Steve said trying to make sense of everything he was being told

“Yeah, and it was fucking terrifying.” you say remembering what happened at the hospital yesterday.

“Yeah, okay I’m just makin’ sure”

Hopping up on the counter next to Steve, you watched everyone scramble around trying to make last minute preparations before, Joyce, Murray and your dad headed down into the Russian bunker. You look at Steve’s face and how messed up it is and then look back at your father, hoping nothing too bad would happen to him down there.

Steve notice how deep in thought you were,

“Don’t hurt yourself, thinking to hard over there Hop.” he said trying to make light of a situation

You laughed slightly, still letting your mind wander in and out of focus.

“You okay?” he asked moving across the counter to be a little closer to you

“Yeah just thinking. A lot of things could go wrong, just nervous I guess.”

He nods his head in agreement, “But this is your dad we're talking about, he’ll be just fine.”

You overhear Dustin telling Hopper that they need a head start and a car to get to the highest point in Hawkins. He turns and waves Steve over, Steve gives you a pat on the knee before jumping off the counter and heading over to him. After telling Steve what he needed to do, he hollered out your name meaning you were needed.

Steve met you in the middle causing you to stop, he pulled you into a hug while telling you that he was in charge of taking Dustin and Erica to some radio tower.

“For the love of God, please be safe. It’s bad enough you’ve already been fucked up by the Russians, I really need you back in one piece.” you say to him pulling him just a little closer

“Oh you don’t have to worry about me, it’s you I'm worried about.”

You took a deep breath in before pulling away. You looked up into Steve’s eyes and placed a hand on his face, stroking his cheek with your thumb before walking over to your dad.

“I was summoned.” you say marching up to and standing next to your dad

“C’mere,” he said, pulling you into his side, “I need you to keep a really close eye on El for me, okay?”

“Of course dad.”

“This thing is after her, so you guys are going to Murray’s house, so you guys can stay safe, protected and off the radar until this is all over.”

“Alright.” is all you can muster out before he pulls you into a lung crushing hug.

You climb into the backseat of the Wheeler’s family car before Will and Lucas, leaving El, Mike and Max in the very back of the car. Nancy tries cranking the car but the engine just won’t start. Jonathan gets out to look, and says that there's a part missing, and it doesn’t make any sense. But all thoughts are put aside when you hear the sound of a very loud and familiar engine revving up.

“Get out, get out the car now” you say rather loudly nudging at Lucas’s side.

You all get out of the car and head back into the mall where you would be a little bit safer.

After you get inside Mike instantly pulls out his walkie and starts sending out a code for ‘Scoops Troop’. You're standing next to El with your arm wrapped around her shoulder rubbing up and down her arm in an attempt to keep her calm.

You see Jonathan, Nancy, Will and Max all walk over to the car that El had flipped over onto the Russian’s earlier that evening. You call Mike and follow in pursuit, climbing over the counter and behind the car to try and flip it over. You even let Eleven try to slip it over with her powers but it’s no use, but suddenly a bell goes off in your head. The same bell apparently goes off in Mike’s head because almost as if you were reading each others minds.

“Physics.” you both say in unison.

You flip the car over with the use of leverage and Jonathan begins his search for the ignition cable.

Max was the one to notice El digging through the trash, you were the first to walk over to her and Mike was the one to call out to her. You were asking if she was okay and telling her that she needed to save her energy when none other than the Mind Flayer comes crashing down into the mall.

“Fucking hell..”

You grab hold of Eleven’s hand and pull her away and out of sight.

The four of you are hidden behind some sort of stand in the middle of the mall when Dustin comes over the walkie talkie telling you all to confirm your safety, but the Mind Flayer wasn’t having any of it. It let out one of the loudest screeches you had ever heard, you hadn’t been that close to it before. Tears formed in your eyes from the pain and from fear.

“We’ve gotta move.” you whisper to Mike

“There’s a way to get out, through The Gap.” El whispers back

Mike peeks his head up to see where the Mind Flayer is and is looking,

“Okay, okay. Now.” he said, grabbing El’s hand making a break for it, but of course not without making some fort of ruckus making the Mind Flayer turn and charge. Luckily you push them behind a clothing display just before it makes it to where the items had fallen,

You put your index finger to your lips signaling for them to be extremely quiet before you covered your mouth with your entire hand, attempting to silence your heave breathing. Looking at the three teens you motioned for them to crawl over behind the checkout counter in case it was just playing games, not wanting to risk anything. Though moving to this new spot didn’t help too much because you heard to your left the nasty sound of what you could only imagine was the flesh moving around.

As you turned and looked to your left you could confirm what you had heard, seeing the flesh like claw coming around the corner to snap at you. There was a loud popping noise, that sounded a lot like a balloon that caused a distraction making the claw retreat now redirecting its attention to the new sound.

“Go, go go.” you said to the kids and you got up making a mad dash towards the exit.

You run out the back door and towards the gate that allows delivery trucks in and out trying to catch up with Nancy and the others. But as you make it just outside the gate you see Flayed Billy standing behind his car. You make the kids turn around and go back inside the mall in hopes that Billy didn’t see you, but you wouldn't go unnoticed especially since you had to go back and press the close gate button a second time because it didn’t work the first time.

You run down a few different hallways trying to find another way out, whether that be up or down. So you pulled off into a side room where an elevator was, and mike pressed the button a few times. You really thought you had lost Billy at this point so you were good to take a little breather, until you heard the opening and shutting of a heavy metal door.

Max was the one to round the corner and see who it was,

“Billy. Billy, you don’t have to do this. Billy. Your name is Billy, Billy Hargrove, you live on 4819 Cherry Lane. Billy please, I’m Max, I’m your-” was all you heard before the monster backhanded her out of consciousness. Mike was the first to lunge at him, but instantly got thrown against the wall and was also knocked unconscious. That left you and El, you take your stand in front of your sister and attempt to throw a punch at him, You successfully hit him in the jaw,

“You’re gonna regret that you little bitch” he says as he grabs you by the arm and twists until you’re facing away from him and he slams your head into the wall, everything goes black

You wake up, what seems to be like hours later, seeing both Max and Mike still unconscious on the ground. You sit up, head pounding and your wrist and shoulder in excruciating pain. You crawl over to Max and get her to wake up, and when she does, she yells at Mike to get up.

“Are you guys okay?” you ask them. The both shake their heads, but then begin looking around the small room.

“Where’s El?” Mike asks.

The three of you run around in a panicked state of mind calling out for her hoping she had fucked Billy up and ran for help, but the more you looked the less hopeful you felt. You ran back down what you thought were the same hallways from earlier, but with your new concussion you weren’t so sure anymore.

You looked down to the ground and saw drops of blood and some sort of black stuff.

“Guys, look.” you say pointing down the hallway where the trail of blood led.

After some time you finally manage to make your way to the main part of the mall. You pulled yourself to a complete stop, sticking your arm out to stop Mike and Max from continuing on any further. El was on the floor talking to Billy.

You watched with wide eyes as Billy stood up in a protective stance over El. He stood there and stared at his creator, the thing that had destroyed him. Millions of memories flashed before his eyes as the fleshy tentacle that was supposed to kill your sister, shot out towards him. He stuck his arms out to stop it, to sacrifice himself.

You watched in pure shock as tentacles pierced into his sides and back, grabbing hold of him, hoisting him up. It all happened in slow motion, as if the universe was trying to torture you in some way. You watched as that thing took your Billy Hargrove and pierced into his chest.

“Billy!” you and Max screamed one after another

You choked up a sob as you took off running over to him, Max close behind. You slammed your knees into the ground as you grabbed Billy’s shoulders and shook them trying to keep him awake.

“Billy, Billy. Stay with me. Billy?”

His eyes fluttered open for a split second, this was the last time that he’d see your beautiful face.

“Hey, hey, hey, I need you to stay with me. Baby I can’t lose you. Please, baby please.”

He somehow managed to get an ‘I’m sorry’ out but you didn’t care he didn’t need to be apologizing right now, but that was the only thing he said before his whole body went limp. You continued to shake his shoulders, in disbelief that this was happening and that if you kept him awake long enough he would be okay.

“Billy, no please, Billy.” it suddenly feels like you can’t breath but the only thing you can do is yell. You’re choking out sobs as you strain your voice yelling out his name.

Steve makes it down to the second floor as quickly as he can and is behind you in seconds. He puts his hands on your shoulders in an attempt to pull you away and into his arms but you turn and yell at him.

“No! Stop it! Don’t let them touch him! Billy! Billy!” Each phrase is spoken with more sobs. You finally collapse into Steve’s arms, shaking violently with each cry.

All you can seem to say at this point was Billy’s name. Steve leads you to a paramedic and says that he’ll meet you outside, turning around and running back inside. You along with all of the others are checked over and are cleared to go home after sitting in ambulances for a while.

After Steve is checked, he walks over to you, Max and El and takes a seat next to you. The two are in a very tight hug, your sister is doing her best at comforting Max in this time of loss. You sit in silence, not having enough energy or emotion to talk. Steve wraps his arms around you with his blanket and pulls you into a tight embrace. You mellow out your breathing until you realize that you haven’t seen Murray, Joyce or your dad anywhere.

In a panic you release from Steve’s grip and grab your sister’s hand leading her to stand up. The two of you spend a few minutes looking around for them with no luck, suddenly you spot Joyce. No sign of Hopper, you notice that El see’s her too and looks to you confused as to why dad wasn't with her. But then she realizes, you know it too, dad didn’t make it.

Eleven turns into your arms and lets all of her tears out, and just when you think you don’t have any tears left to cry, all of your tears fall on top of her head. She lets out one scream and that’s it, the rest are sobs. You cradle her head, holding onto her and not letting go.

Both Joyce and Steve offer to take both you and El in for the night, seeing as how the cabin had been destroyed earlier that night and Hop wasn’t there to take you in for some extra loving. Of course you spent the next couple of weeks staying the night at the Byers’ house. But after a while it started to get a little too cramped so while El stayed with Joyce while you stayed with Steve. Most days were the same, super hard and emotional. But other days, you would be taking a few steps forward to recovery. It wasn’t easy, and it wasn't ever going to get easier, but you at least had the right people in your life to help you out.

>3 months later<

Over the last three months things have gotten better, you spent lots of time with Max and Eleven. Making sure that they’re both okay and that they know that they are both very loved. Your dad always told Joyce that if anything were to ever happen to him, that if she was up for it, to take care of El. It wasn’t that he didn't trust you to take care of her, he just knew that it would be a lot for you at such a young age.

Joyce took her in with open arms, and even offered a room to you when she mentioned that they would be moving to Maine. You declined, only because Steve couldn't handle all the kids by himself. Steve’s mom even offered to let you stay in their guest room until you and Steve could get your own place, you had only been talking about it since you were 11. The two of you still planned on doing that, but with being unemployed at the moment it was kinda hard to have money to pay rent.

Today was the final day of packing up the Byers house. You had planned on being there but got pulled into a last minute job interview at Family Video with Robin and Steve. But as soon as you were done there, you were heading over to say your goodbyes. It was a hard day and you were trying not to think about it.

Good news: the three of you start work on Monday. Bad news: it was time for the Byers to leave.

As you and Steve pulled up it looked like they had just put the last box in the moving truck. You hopped out of the car and jogged up to the door right as Joyce was coming out with a box for you to take home.

“What’s this?” you ask, taking the box from her

“Just a couple of Hop’s things, I thought you'd might want them.”

You sat the box down on the front porch and pulled her in for a hug, “Thank you, for everything. For the stuff and for basically being my mom and for taking El in. It means a lot to me.” A few tears escaped from your eyes.

As everyone was saying their final goodbyes you pulled El in for one final hug.

“You don’t have to go, you know..” you say in a half joking manner. “you could stay here with me, get our own place or fix up the cabin. He did it before.”

All she does is chuckle lightly and buries her face deeper into your chest.

“I'm really gonna miss you, kid” you say quoting something your dad would say, “but I’ll see you soon. I think we’re all coming up for Thanksgiving next month and then Christmas is right after that.”

“I know” she said quietly, “I love you, Y/N”

“I love you too El.” you pulled away from the hug and locked pinkies with her and kissed your own hands. Giving each other a small smile before moving on to the others.

“You have Steve’s number right?” you asked before pulling her into one last hug. She nodded her head as she pulled you closer for one last squeeze before climbing into the passenger seat of the moving truck. You shut the door behind her patted the door and just like that they were gone. The kids all ride their bikes back to their designated homes and you and Steve climbed back into his car to head home too.

As Steve puts his car into park he shifts a little in his seat, you don’t notice because you're looking down at your hands with tears rolling down your cheeks.

“I know today’s kind of a hard day for you, but I have something that might make you feel a little bit better.” he says running a hand through his hair.

He reached behind you into the back seat and pulled out a flat velvet box, you give him a curious look,

“Max and I, we talked about this for a really long time and she really wanted you to have this.” he says handing you the box.

You open it and your eyes fill with more tears as your hands drop to your lap and your head hung forward. Inside the box was Billy’s Virgin Mary necklace. It had been polished and shined and cleaned and it looked better than ever. You set the box to the side and you wrap your arms around Steve and give him a hug. After you pull away you pick up the box again and look down at it.

“I miss him Steve,” you say resting your head on his shoulder.

“I know you do.” he said as he wraps his arm around you

You sit up and look at him and he's looking back at you with nothing but love in his eyes, you think it’s time you told him.

“Steve there’s something I need to tell you.” your heart is beating so hard you’d be surprised if he couldn’t hear it. “These last 3 months have been some of the hardest months of my life, not only because I lost so much but because I’ve realized a lot of things. I learned my self worth, it’s been a while since I’ve truly been happy. And I found that I’m only truly happy when I’m with you. I also know that Billy would’ve wanted me to move on at some point, and as much as he said he hated you Harrington, he wouldn’t want me to be with anyone but you.”

He looked at you like if he blinked everything would fade away and none of this would be real. You reach out and place a hand on his face, looking over where wounds had once been and were now turning into scars.

“ I love you Steve.” You finally say

He doesn’t say anything back he just leans in and presses his soft lips against yours. The kiss held so much love and emotion. It felt just like the movies, like the moment when these things always happened. Time seemed to have slowed down, allowing you take it all in and cherish it.

“I’ll take that as the feeling’s mutual?” You say with a giggle.

Steve brushes his nose against yours before kissing you again, only this time with more force. You took this as his way of saying yes. His mouth hot on yours as his hands grabbed your waist awkwardly from the place he was sitting and pulled you as close as he could. You both only pulled away to catch a breath.

This would be a moment you would remember for the rest of your life. It wasn’t your first kiss, wasn’t even your second, or hundredth, but it was your first kiss as lovers, but it definitely would not be your last. The world would throw crazy things at you, especially when you aren’t ready for it, but you don’t have to deal with it alone anymore.

You just always have to know that sometimes things just don’t go as planned and your world might come crashing down and it’ll fall apart, but always remember that you’ll have people in your life to be there to catch you when you fall.

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