#but if he stays in the upside down with vecna and joins him then there will be double bc 1 vecna gives him powers so he's like his general

[unsurebisexualcore]

So here's the second third of the story/idea i'd written for s5, here's the link to the first third if anyone is at all curious: https://www.tumblr.com/unsurebisexualcore/724455275102404608/i-wrote-the-idea-for-this-around-the-same-time-s4?source=share The last third still isnt written, and im unsure if it ever will be, but yeah, i'm just happy if even one person reads it :)

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“Darlin’ you’ve got to let me know”

Will gasped.

He’d heard that voice before.

“Should I stay or should I go”

There it was again. The rasp of a man, not different from the belting notes that chirred from Johnathan’s dingy old speaker at odd hours of the night.

“If, you say that you are mine”

Will could practically imagine feeling the bumbling chords vibrating up his arms as he brushed his fingers over the buzzing speaker, Johnathan’s soft whispers overlaying Joe Strummer’s rebellious vocals as they mouthed along to the lyrics.

“I’ll be here til the end of time”

“No,” Vecna growled. His mangled face had transformed into an expression of inescapable rage. “No”

“So, you’ve got to let me know!”

The vines encircling Will’s neck wavered. 

“Should I stay or should I go!”

---

A girl stepped out of the shadows before them. She had been out of sight for so long, Mike had nearly forgotten she was even there. 

Her hand was outstretched, reaching for the discarded radio scattered by his foot. Her fingers quavered, bloodshot eyes glossy and hardened as she breathed harshly through her nose.

“Don’t stop!” Lucas shouted. He pointed at Will, whose arms had now hauntingly risen perpendicular to his body. 

“He’s almost got him, don’t stop!”

The music became louder, crystal clear, pulsing through every crevice, absorbing into the air until the house itself rang with the restless percussive and instrumentalist might that was The Clash. 

---

The blurred red sky burned sharp against Vecna’s outline. Will could see the fear imprinted into his captors face, the panicked tension in his powers as the creepers restraining Will’s legs fell slack.

In a split second Will felt his fight or flight response snap. 

He jerked forward and kicked Vecna dead center in the chest, right over the still-healing bullet wound Nancy had given him not days ago. 

Hard.

Vecna wailed in pain. He caved backwards, his attention breaking. The vines tying Will up retreated like slapped animals, dropping him to the ground.

Will gasped, grabbing his bruising neck as his lungs quickly filled with stale air. 

“Don't move” Vecna howled angrily, sending a sickening jolt of energy though the strangled boy crumpled not far from him. 

Will darted to his feet, his head spinning as the steady beating of drums quickened, Strummer’s voice warbling as he charged head first into the chorus. 

There, on the horizon. A portal wavered not far away, a faded gateway cut into the furious crimson skyline like a hole between two realms. The music streamed out of the exit with bravado, chorusing grandly, the words drawing Will towards it like a life buoy dragging him to safety. 

He stumbled, drowning out Vecna’s enraged screams. His footfalls fell in sync to the pounding beat as he broke into a staggering run, letting the buoyant symphony of instrumentals lead him forward. A slithering vine flashed into the path before him, reaching for his ankles like a snake. He leapt over it just in time, crushing it under his foot. A second later a dagger of rock the size of a car fell from the sky, grazing the back of his calf and crumbling into the ground, nearly throwing him off balance. Another nearly took his arm off when he tried to dodge an assault of vines once again attacking his legs. He wasted no time looking looking back at Vecna, who was now throwing everything he had at Will in order to stop him. Will’s gaze was locked onto the portal. His field of vision narrowed as his survival instincts kicked into high gear. 

Only one thought ran through his head.

Get to the portal. 

“Should i stay or should I go now”

The voice from the heavens sang. The image within the portal sharpened as Will approached it. The blurry features of the four people standing in the gateway became discernible. Will felt another surge of strength as his friend’s faces emerged through the haze. 

“Should I stay or should I go now”

Will tripped over a crevice in the ground, slowing down slightly. El was the closest to him. Even from his distance, he could see the strained concentration tightening his sister’s pallid face. A spot of fresh blood dripping down her upper lip. He could now see Lucas and Dustin clearly. They were both staring upwards, at what must have been Will’s body hung in the air. He could hear their panic-stricken voices screaming his name. 

Except there was one voice missing. 

One face not turned up at him. 

“If I go there will be trouble”

There, behind Lucas, was a familiar figure. A tall, lanky boy dressed in deep blue, whose freckled face and curly black hair had a special place in Will’s mind. He felt his chest soar at the sight of his best friend, his heart, waiting for him on the other side. 

“If I stay there will be double”

But Mike wasn’t looking up at Will.

He was standing next to El. 

He had a hand on El’s shoulder. His mouth moved soundlessly as he stared at her intently, no doubt trying to comfort her with some words of encouragement. Unlike Lucas and Dustin, Will couldn’t tell if Mike even noticed his body floating in the air. Like Mike was ignoring him. 

Like he didn’t care.

“So you’ve got to let me know”

Will’s steps faltered, a pang of hurt tumbling into his heart. A vine snapped forward, curling around Will’s foot. He looked down and shrieked in shock, and quickly kicked it away.

He looked back up, and his heart dropped into his stomach. 

Mike had looked up. His brows were furrowed, sudden anger silently brewing over his gentle face. He glared up at Will’s body, with an expression that Will could only describe as fierce, bitter, hatred. 

“Should I stay or should I go!”

And finally, through the chorus of screams and cried of his name, Will heard Mike’s voice.

“Go away!”

And Will stopped.

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“Go away!” Mike screamed into the empty air surrounding Will’s body.

“Vecna, leave him alone!”

Words could not describe the raw, uncontrollable rage that was coursing through his body. The immeasurable dosage of fear swirling around in his head just barely stopped him for wanting to walk straight into the Upside Down and strangle Vecna to death singlehandedly right there and then.

“Mike!” El shouted in pain, tears prickling in her eyes.

“Let me go please you are hurting me!”

“Sorry!” Mike yelped, realizing he had El’s shoulder trapped in a death grip. 

“Sorry, sorry! Hold on okay, don’t lose connection!”

“I won’t” she said fiercely, her jaw clenched tightly.

“Let him go!” Dustin yelled, his hands cupped around his mouth as he too addressed the air above them. “Let him go you bastard!”

The song had pulled away into the second verse. Bits of static were now feeding into the musical flow, but El was holding strong. 

“He’s fighting him,” Lucas said almost to himself, nodding nervously. “Will’s fighting back. He’s gonna be okay”

“Fight him Will!” Mike shouted, a shard of grief breaking in his voice. 

“Don’t let him take you!”

---

Within seconds an army of creepers dragged Will to the ground. Will didn’t fight them. He sat there dumbly, a strange, numbing sensation over-taking his limbs. Tears slipped silently down his icy cheeks, though he couldn’t feel the sadness that echoed behind them. Damp vines slithered over his arms and legs, but when they tightened, he couldn’t feel the cold strangling him like before. An empty chasm had finally caved into where his heart had once been. 

Not happy. Not hurt. 

Just empty. 

So he just sat there staring at the dark green vines wrapped around his wrists, the vague sound of his friends slowly fading away as his mind became still. 

As everything became still.

Like finally, finally, he’d given up. For real this time, every atom in his body really, truly, giving up. 

Through the haze he heard a pair of footsteps slowly approach him.

Vecna had come to claim his final victim. 

And Will wasn’t going to stop him.

But when Will looked up, it was not Vecna’s demonic face who stared down at him. 

It was a man.

A young man that too, for he could not have been much older than Johnathan. He was dressed simply in white, a sharp contrast against the supernatural world around them. His neat blond hair was combed and swept out of his face tidily, revealing two handsome blue eyes. 

He looked as if he belonged in a hospital, or a nursing home. Certainly not in the Upside Down. 

But there was something unexplainably consoling about his gentle  expression, the sympathetic understanding in his smile, that made Will overlook this.

“May I sit?”

His voice was delicate and quiet against the boom of thunder around them, yet also somehow solemn and commanding at the same time. 

Will nodded wordlessly. 

The man sat down calmly, the amicable smile never leaving his mouth. 

Will stared at him. Though he was never a very religious person, in this utter hellscape, the man seemed almost angelic to Will, so at peace in this place of disharmony and agitation. 

A face not yet scarred by the fiery red lighting sparking the air. 

A body not yet disfigured by banishment from the real world. 

But those blue eyes were the same.

Smooth, dark blue, peering into Will’s like he was looking directly into his soul.

“You’re One,” Will mumbled. “Henry. Vecna.”

The man’s smile widened, something like pride turning up the corners of his lips. 

“That depends, what name do you prefer?”

“It’s the same either way”

One chuckled softly.

“You’re a smart one aren’t you?”

Will looked away, staring into the distance soundlessly. 

The music in the air was growing louder, edging into the second chorus with renewed courage and gallantry.

“I knew your sister, you know?” One said serenely, glancing at the portal not 50 yards away.

“She told me about you,” Will muttered. “You tried to kill her.”

One nodded, hardly remorseful.

“That I did. Not much good it did me, as you can probably see.”

Will turned back and looked at him.

“She told me you created this place. This… hell. She said you wanted her to join you. Why?”

One sighed and glanced down at his lap. 

“Because I was different, Will Byers. I wasn’t normal”

He raised his hand and brushed his fingers out from his palm. The vines fastening Will to the ground scattered, lurking a couple feet away just out of sight.

 “I didn’t ask for these powers. For a long time I thought they were a curse, that my existence had somehow upset some higher power, and this was my punishment But I was born to have them. They are what make me different, what alienates me from the others. With them, I can never be... normal”

Will watched One carefully. An unexpected flash of empathy struck a chord his heart, and his stare unwillingly softened.

One looked back at Will.

“I thought Eleven was different. I thought she would understand me. Understand our shared potential.”

“But I was wrong.”

One’s voice suddenly turned cold.

“You see Eleven was not like me. She was a coward, a people-pleaser, just like the rest of them. 

This place…” One looked out to the vast thunderous dimension as if regarding it with bitter acceptance. 

“It was meant to be my prison, as it was yours not three years ago. Our eternal damnation for what we’d done on the other side. But you see Will Byers, it is anything but”

A smile flickered over One’s face. He raised his hand slowly from his lap, his palm facing up to the raging clouds, steady and gradual. Will felt the chill catch in his throat before he could see it. A flame of cold rippling through him like a blade slicing clean into his skin. The prickle of shadow slipping over his eyes. 

From the range of towering mountains in the distance a giant figure rose from the horizon. It’s reaching, spider-like arms blotted out the crimson hurricane in the stratosphere. 

Will jerked backwards, something like cold, dark fear trapped in his chest. He willed himself to retreat, to get to his feet and run as every muscle in his legs trembled to launch. 

“Don't be afraid, Will” One said softly. In his eyes Will saw a sort of gentle reverence, as he gazed at the dark monstrosity of his own creation.

“It can't hurt you here”

The hairs along Will’s arms quivered with static as the storm above him intensified. The crack of lightning rang brutally against his eardrums. 

Will gasped in fear. A shock of energy took hold of his chest, his eyes widening as the electricity dispersed into his bloodstream, rippling like fire. A fierce gale whipped at his icy face as the sky closed down upon him. Smooth particles kicked up by the cyclone that suddenly encased him blew silt and charcoal black dust into his mouth and ears. Sparks of red snapped before his eyes like blinding firecrackers, briefly illuminating the storm consuming him. 

“Help!” He screamed, choking on his poisoned breath. He stumbled as he stood up, the frenzied gusts knocking him every which way as he struggled to regain his balance. 

“Help, let me go! LET ME GO!”

“You don’t have to fight it anymore, Will!” A pressure steadied his shoulder and suddenly One was standing next to him again. A glint of lightning bathed his face in vermillion. Will locked eyes with him, trying desperately to search past the shine of encouragement in his deep blue irises.

“No more running away! No more hiding! You can be free in this place, the both of us! I can show you the gifts it can give!”

One looked into the wall of storm billowing around them. From the sky the Mind Flayer emerged, silent to the roar of the wind. 

“Let it take you! Let it’s powers flow through your veins. Let it finish what was meant to be done long ago!”

Will’s feet lifted from the trembling ground, his arms opening as his face tilted up towards the sky.

And finally, he embraced the chaos, allowing it to take over him. He opened his eyes, and let out a cry of pain as a charged bolt of blinding red came crashing down upon him. 

Then, there was silence.

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I know that Mike showing care for El to be Will's breaking point is kind of toxic and unrealistic, but that was kind of what I was going for is like from Will's POV he's literally on death's doorstep and yet Mike is still focused on El, showing that he is an unreliable narrator (as proven by s3/s4), and that in the long list of ignored and unhealed traumas he's experienced, when his life's value is (seemingly) invalidated to that degree, he just gives up, and accepts the thought that he's always going to be a defective and unlovable part of society. And that projection of isolation makes him see a kinship between him and One, and vice versa as to why One/Vecna would want Will to join him instead of just use and kill him. Anyway I feel like seeing Noah and Jamie Lee Campbell act together would be a super cool dynamic and they would work off each other very interestingly

#byler #byler fanfic #will byers #stranger things #i also wanted a callback to should i stay or should i go #and i think if it connected to the plot #like if i go there will be trouble if will chose the party and go back to hawkins vecna would still be a problem and “trouble” (like s1) #but if he stays in the upside down with vecna and joins him then there will be double bc 1 vecna gives him powers so he's like his general #and two the party now has to fight against someone they know and love and can't just kill calling back to a s2-esque conflict #except this time will is giving into the upside down not fighting it #will byers has powers #or will #later in the idea for this #if i write it #i like the idea of red lightning themed powers

[rogueddie]

Steve had been watching the kids play D&D with Robin. They were curled up on a beanbag together, almost painfully wrapped up together. It was so normal that no one batted an eye. And the two of them sitting in the corner to watch the kids play had also become routine enough that it was more unusual to find their corner empty.

Nothing about the afternoon, the day, or even the week, was in anyway odd or unusual. Steve had been feeling better, if anything. It showed too. Even Mike had pulled Dustin aside to ask what had him to much happier. But it was just the fact that everything was starting to look up- Max had taken a noticeable turn for the better, the cracks infection of Hawkins was increasingly slowing down and the amount of monsters had slowed down to the point that Steve didn’t even need to join the patrols.

All in all, Steve considered it a good month. What could possibly go wrong?

The room had started spinning so violently and so suddenly that he couldn’t hold in his confused, distressed noise. All heads in the room turned, just in time to see Steves eyes roll back, slumping back.

“Steve?!” Robin says, shaking him. She struggles to get up with most of him still wrapped around her, with how limp he’s suddenly gone. “Steve!”

Dustin is there in seconds, knees thudding to the floor next to them. “Steve! Oh, shit. Steve!”

“Has he just fainted?” Will asks, stepping forward with the others, hovering nearby. “Should we call an ambulance?”

“Check his pulse,” Mike suggests.

They’re all quiet, tense, watching Robins fingers shift on Steves neck.

“I can’t find it!” She sobs.

Dustin, who’d been checking his pulse via his wrist at the same time, yells, “no, I got it! It’s- shit, it’s faint.”

“Call for an ambulance,” Will tells Mike, already heading for the door. “I’m gonna get El!”

Dustin and Robin struggle, but eventually lift him enough for her to stand up. She insists he check for Steves pulse again, beginning to pace, pulling at her hair.

“Maybe it’s something to do with his head,” she continues to ramble. “I mean, he’s been hit a lot, that must have done some damage, right? And, like, I didn’t notice any lights flickering, but maybe he did and-”

“Robin!”

“Yes?”

“Not helping.”

“RIght. Sorry.” She’s quiet for a moment, continuing to pace, glancing towards the door. Mike can be heard talking on the phone. “But it’s gotta be something normal and easy to explain, right? It’s not like… it’s not like Vecna could have done this… right?”

But Dustin turns to her, slowly, frowning. “Maybe. It would explain why things might have suddenly gotten better. Vecna could still be weak, so a direct attack would take all his energy.”

They both turn, looking at Steve. But there’s nothing obviously wrong with him. He just looks… asleep.

“-in here!” Will is saying, rushing into the room, El hot on his heels.

El gently pushes Dustin aside, kneeling down beside Steve. She grabs his hand, quickly closing her eyes.

She stays there for a long time. Long enough that Mike comes back, warning them that the ambulance should be there any minute. Robin starts to pace again, whilst Will bites his nails. Dustin stays crouched beside El, staring at Steve like he’s tempted to try and jump inside his head alongside El.

“He is… not here.” She eventually says, opening her eyes.

“What does that mean?” Robin asks.

“He is not here,” El repeats. She looks as confused as everyone else. “His mind. It’s… not here.”

“You mean like… Max?” Will says.

“No…” El looks back to Steve. “Her mind is… empty. Hiding. He is gone.”

In the Upside Down, Steve wakes up.

His body doesn’t… feel right. He tries to stand up but, as soon as he tries, his legs wobble and he falls onto all fours… but…

Steve hesitates, looking down nervously. And, if the size of the world hadn’t given it away, the fluffy little paws he’s met with do. He tries to move his hands up, tries to tell himself that he’s just seeing things- but the paws move instead. The wrong feelings match up with the furry little body he’s in.

Panic bubbles up, so overwhelming that he gags. The noise he makes, though, only makes him panic more.

It takes him a long moment to realize that it’s him that’s yowling. It’s him making those sounds. It’s him… meowing.

“Woah, hey,” a soft voice coos. “How’d you get in here?”

Steve jumps around, hissing- but immediately stops. Because that’s…

“Eddie?” Steve tries to say. The meow he makes instead sounds curious.

Eddie smiles, awing at him. He crouches down, slowly extending a hand towards him. “Hi there, little guy. You got a mouth on you, huh? Heard you all the way from the trailer park. You must be pretty spooked. Did you fall in here?”

Steve stares at him, amused and annoyed. He huffs, sitting down, before pointedly tapping one of his paws on the floor. He still remembers the simple morse that Eddie had used to flash their SOS to Dustin… he’s pretty sure.

He barely gets two short taps done, before Eddie Is lifting him up. His hand curls under Steves belly, pulling him up to his chest. Steve yowls, annoyed- but Eddie shushes him. He glances behind him, which is when Steve realizes that he’s scared.

Then he hears the subtle sounds of movement. Something… stalking towards them.

Steve realizes, then, just how vulnerable he is like this. He’s tiny. He’s a fucking cat. If Eddie drops him, leaves him behind for whatever reason, he has no chance of survival.

“Woah, hey, hey,” Eddie whispers, startled, as Steve tries to worm his way inside Eddies jacket. He tugs it open though, curling an around around himself so Steve has some support. “That’s a good idea, you stay there, ok? Stay quiet, shh shh.”

Eddie is still, not moving or even breathing, for a long moment.

Eventually, he heaves a great sigh, gently prying Steve out from inside his jacket. He's careful to support him whilst holding him up for inspection, one hand around his chest and under his front... legs? But he has his other hand flat underneath him to sit on.

"You're so fluffy," Eddie mumbles, turning Steve around. "And clean. Where did you even come from?"

Steve grumbles, trying his hardest to glare.

It just makes Eddie laugh. "You're a fiesty little thing, aren't you?"

He pulls Steve closer, propping him up against his chest, starting to walk... deeper into the forest.

Steve tries to make his confusion clear, though he's not sure it works.

"It's ok, I have a little base set up at Harringtons place," Eddie explains, absentmindedly petting Steves head. "Not many vines there, so it's pretty safe."

Steve tries to wriggle around at the mention of his name, bringing a paw up to pat at Eddies chest, urgently.

"Hey, sh, it's ok," Eddie coos, stroking him from head to butt- Steve hates how much it does sooth him. "You're ok. I'll find you something to eat, ok? You're gonna be fine." Eddie glances down at him, humming. "I should name you, shouldn't I?"

Steve feels his ears droop. He's sure that Eddie will insist on giving him some D&D name, or some other nerd-

"Stevie," Eddie says, grinning at how quickly Steve perks up. "You're just like him, you know? Pretty, fluffy, soft... but also, a little bitchy."

Pretty?

"I shouldn't bore you with stories of old high school crushes though, should I, kitty?"

Steve meows, jumping up. He's too curious now.

Eddie laughs. "Alright, alright... but it's a long story! Don't say I didn't warn you. It starts in 83, he was a year below me..."

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #ficlet #unfinished

[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

Part 1 | . . . | Part 23 | Part 24 | Part 25

Once Joyce, Will, and Barb wake up, everyone gathers in the living room.

“Steve,” Joyce begins. “You and Robin have been through all of this before. We haven’t. So if there’s something you want us to do, we’ll do it. If there’s something we shouldn’t do, we won’t. My goal is to make this as easy as possibly for you.”

Steve opens his mouth to respond, just to shut it again when there’s a knock on the door. He furrows his brow and turns to Alli, who shakes her head. Neither of them are expecting anyone.

He motions for everyone to stay where they are and goes to open the door. “Chief,” he says. “How can I help you?”

“Steve,” Hopper nods. “Just checking in. Wanted to see how that game of yours was coming along.”

“Can you give me just a minute?” Steve asks in lieu of answer. Hopper shrugs, so Steve smiles, closes the door, and zeroes in on Robin. “Hop’s here.”

Robin blows a breath out. “Okay. Do we bring him in?”

Steve worries at his lip. “I think so. If nothing else, then for El.”

Robin hums. “Could be some extra firepower, too.”

“Exactly,” Steve nods, then looks at everyone gathered around. “Joyce and El, will you come with us? And Will or Barb, if either of you are feeling up to it, it could be helpful to have you there, too.”

“I’ll do it,” Barb says, waving off Nancy’s attempt at helping her stand.

Steve nods and waits until they’re all together before opening the door. “Mind if we all step out onto the porch?” He asks, already doing so.

He watches Hopper’s expression as he clocks everyone else walking out. His brows furrow at Barb and Robin and raise at Joyce, then his eyes narrow at El. “Harrington,” he says, eyes not leaving El, “you’d better have a good reason for harboring a wanted person.”

“A wante- she’s twelve!” Steve splutters, looking at Robin, surprised. She looks surprised too, and shrugs helplessly.

Hopper sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Of course she is.”

“Maybe it would be better if we let them explain,” Joyce suggests, so Hopper waves at Steve.

Together with Robin, they tell the story. Barb interjects occasionally, whenever she has something to add. Joyce and El stay silent, the latter hiding behind Steve just a little bit.

When they finish, Hopper pulls out a pack of smokes and taps one into his hand. “Hell,” he says, bringing it to his lips and lighting it. “The worst of it is I believe you.” He glances at El, still behind Steve, and sighs. “‘M not gonna turn you in, kid.”

Steve smiles and drapes an arm over her shoulders, letting her decide if she wants to keep hiding or not. “Thank you,” he tells Hopper.

Hopper nods. “So now you’re going back in there?” He asks. “To take care of this Vecna guy, for once and for all?”

“That’s the plan,” Steve agrees.

Hopper sighs again and looks at his cigarette, half-gone. “I already need another cigarette.”

Steve tamps down the laugh. He knows Hopper eventually buys from Eddie, but he doesn’t think it happens just yet. “We were just about to start planning,” he says instead. “Would you like to join us?”

Hopper considers it, then sighs before taking another long drag from his cigarette. “Might as well.” He gestures for Steve to lead the way back inside.

Once he’s in, Steve turns to watch Hopper’s face as he enters. He sees the surprise at the rest of the Party, and he sees Hopper’s mouth draw into a line when he sees Eddie.

He walks to Steve instead of making his way in. “What is Munson doing here?”

“He’s a part of this,” Steve says, in a tone that welcomes no argument. “He’s a friend.” He bites his tongue on the next words that want to come out, and looks around for Robin.

His eyes catch on Alli instead, and immediately she heads his direction.

“Hey, Chief!” She says happily. “How’re you doing?”

“Allison,” he nods. “How’re the folks?”

Her smile turns plastic. “I wouldn’t know, actually.”

At a loss, Hopper shuts his mouth and looks around, frowning at Will. “What-”

“He was in the Upside Down,” Steve says softly. “We’ve managed to save everyone this time, though.”

El tugs on Steve’s hand. “Benny.”

Steve shuts his eyes on a sigh. “Except Benny,” he amends, then opens his eyes when El tugs on his hand again.

“You’re doing good,” she insists, and Steve smiles, pulling her into a hug.

“Thanks, El.”

“You didn’t come back early enough,” she mumbles into his shoulder. “I didn’t bring you back early enough.”

He squeezes her a little tighter. “No blaming your future self,” he murmurs in her ear. “You’re doing good too, okay?”

“M’kay,” she agrees, smiling up at him before moving away to sit by Will.

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[storiesbyrhi]

Witch!Reader x Bat/Vampire!Eddie Munson Series Masterlist The Grimoire

Warnings: canon typical violence, horror genre typical violence, swearing, no beta, warnings updated each chapter.

Synopsis: No witch has stepped foot in Hawkins since 1845, but when Vecna opens the ground and poisons the town, a voice begins to call to you. Have you been brought back to this cursed place to heal the townspeople’s wounds, to save a hexed bat that always finds its way to you, or to redefine your history with a reunion 150 years in the making?

Chapter Summary: A voice calls to you.

Author's Note: Set around two weeks after the ‘earthquake’ and is canon-compliant except there is no Eddie in 1986. This fic takes a couple of chapters to get going, so stay with me. I am SO excited about this, and I think you will love where it goes.

1986

The colony screeched and swooped, taking off into the inky dusk sky with graceless chaos. Each bat had stretched their wings and dropped from their forest dwelling to join the trilling and flapping. Only one remained.

He perched high in the treetops, an unwillingness to join the others that was not typical for a bat. Impossible for a bat, depending on who you asked. He observed the night grow darker with an entirely unnatural sense of understanding.

Eventually, he would fall from the branch and join the others in the hunt for moths and wasps, beetles and bugs. The hunger would drive him to it, yet the hunger could never be satisfied. It had been like that for one hundred and fifty years.

He was the oldest in the colony and couldn’t remember being young. He couldn’t remember reveling in warm nights or cicada season. He felt as if he had always haunted the forest and always would. He felt, and that was the problem.

The other bats did as all Eptesicus fuscus did. They were born into a colony around April and spent a month nursing from their mothers. The pups grew up, hibernated in the winter, mated, and bared the next generation, ultimately living a short life, just shy of a decade at best.

This bat did not. He did not hibernate alone or with others. When they found warmth and shelter in dilapidated buildings, under tree bark, or in caves, he remained a presence on the boughs of the forest’s tallest trees. He did not mate and did not father. He did not fly patterns across the sky while the town below slept. He ate to survive and continued to live well beyond his species’ dictated years. Nothing more. Nothing less.

He watched over Hawkins, Indiana for over a century. With each passing year, things would change. Slowly, the wilderness had been reduced to clusters of wooded areas by modernisation and industrialisation. It was becoming more and more common for the bats to come into contact with humans. A vast majority of the time, the people screamed and ran, terrified of disease or spooked by urban legends. Some marveled at the bats with respectful awe. Some tried and failed to catch the needle-teethed things for sport. Mostly, they were left alone to mind their own bat business, and mostly, that’s what the ageless bat did.

It wasn’t until mid-nineteenth century that the bat sensed a deep and profound shift. The Lab was built and the earth suffered. The bat had an ariel view and echolocation, but he couldn’t know what happened within the walls. Decades passed and the mystery continued. By 1983 though, he knew his kind wasn’t the only nightmare fuel in the woods.

1984. 1985. And, in 1986 the ground split open, spilling the Upside Down into Hawkins. An earthquake, reported the news. The sixth sense innate in all animals knew better Deers, birds, and bees all migrated out of pattern. The colony of bats entirely disappeared one night, having feared the vibrations pulsating from the cracks in the earth.

Only one remained, an unshakable and quite possibly magical force tethering him to Hawkins.

…

“That town is no place for a witch,” came the warning. “Something is still wrong with Hawkins. Can’t you sense it?”

Infamous in Indiana, Hawkins was the place where buildings burnt and people went missing with threefold outcome. One: they were never seen again. Two: returned, but at what cost? Three: bodies found, so disfigured by unseen violence that it was hard not to believe in monsters.

When the streets fell apart in 1986, sending part of the town down into hell, it would have been fair for Hawkins to lose what remained of their resolve. Yet, the town would go on to rebuild, and between the freshly poured concrete and funeral services, a battle was fought in secret.

“A doorway was opened. They may not claim victory,” came another warning with a beg to heed.

Yes, it would be the fight of their lives, but it wasn’t for a witch to interfere with. That was a hard line in the sand of magic that even you would not cross. They called him Vecna, but you had no name for him. His sorcery was not of the natural world. To let him know of yours would be to risk it all.

There was more to you than witchcraft, however. Hawkins was a town in crisis, and there was space for you to help and heal.

“It’s not just him,” cried a third and final warning. “The ground is consecrated,”

“That’s old superstition,” you dismissed.

“So is blood moon bad luck, but look what happened last time. And falling brooms, broken mirrors, and circles of salt. We are superstition. There are some places witches should not go.”

Your mind was set and your path clear. “Something is calling me there. Doesn’t that have meaning?”

“Not all callings are sanctified,”

“Do we fear holiness or not?” you asked. “I can’t walk consecrated ground but should only show devotion to the sanctified calls?”

There was no answer.

You sighed and softened your voice. “Look, I know you mean well. All you do is out of love. I know that. But, I need to do this. It’s… I don’t know… So real. The calling. It almost has a voice,”

“The timing,” was offered as a reminder.

The first time you felt something coming from Hawkins was when the quote unquote earthquake happened. A catastrophic event like that had to have more consequences than just Vecna, you thought. It could have shifted other magic and natural musings.

“I’ve made up my mind,” you stated with boldness beyond your rank in the coven.

“Are you so willing to discount lore?”

“Folklore. It’s 1986. I know witchcraft isn’t a science, but you have to give me more credit than that. We don’t have to listen to every whisper on the wind and take for gospel the tea leaves in our cups… Nuances, you know?”

Your eyes stayed closed and your hand gripped the pen tightly, waiting for a reply to be sprawled out on the page. When nothing more came, ‘Are you so willing to discount lore?’ the last words scribbled in a handwriting not your own, you breathed out hard.

Automatic writing took a lot of energy out of you, but it was the best method of speaking to The Witches Who Came Before. Reading back their psychographic warnings, you felt a small sense of guilt over defying them, but more than guilty, you felt empathy for a town so beaten by evil over and over.

Hawkins was calling.

…

Aid workers, distressed families, and reporters had flooded the small town, making it all the more easy for you to slip by the city limits unnoticed. Although you weren’t sure what should or could be noticing you, there was still a small exhale of relief when you didn’t burst into flames as you drove passed the ‘Welcome to Hawkins’ sign.

The voice calling you to the town hadn’t been polite enough to give specific instructions. In lieu of directions or coordinates, you drove along roads that appeared to be out of the path of the earthquake, finding your way to a bar called The Hideaway.

Inside, patrons sat around watching their town on the news while staff rushed to cook food and package it up for the crisis centers.

“Bit of a wait on food, honey,” a waitress called to you.

“Just after a Coke.”

It seemed uncanny for a bar to be operational in the middle of an emergency, but it also befit a town so used to death. You took your can of Coke from the waitress, left a ten on the counter, and made your way around the tables to get to the noticeboard on the other side of the room.

Lost dogs. Swimming classes. Babysitters for hire. Then, your eyes landed on it.

1BR TRAILER. PARTLY FURNISHED. WATER/ELECTRICITY. NEEDS REPAIR. CHEAP. CALL: FOREST HILLS TRAILER PARK. 312-683-1192.

Maybe it had already been volunteered to home displaced people, but you trusted it was worth a shot. “Hey, can I borrow your phone?” you asked the waitress, walking to the bar and leaning on it. She nodded and dumped the old rotary phone in front of you.

After four rings, “Forest Hills,”

“Ah, hey. I saw your flyer. About the one-bedroom. Is that still available?”

The woman made a scoffing sound. “Apparently beggars can be choosers. Ain’t nothing wrong with that trailer but Red Cross said it ain’t fit for people. On account of the mold, they said.” Her voice was gravelly from a pack a day, but she didn’t sound unkind.

“I don’t mind mold,”

“Guess it’s available then.”

…

The bat had never known illness or injury. Whatever was killing the trees though, had touched him. He didn’t wither and die like other flora and fauna, but he wasn’t unscathed. It was as if he was burnt from the inside out, a mark on his feet spreading slowly but surely.

The sensation was unpleasant at first, but grew more noxious. His wings wouldn’t stretch their full span, and he could only glide small distances. The bat found a small patch of trees not yet turned to ash, settling in at the base of one, hiding under brush for warmth.

It was a fine place to die, if that should be his fate. He was where he belonged.

…

Forest Hills Trailer Park had been subdivided again and again; any spare patch of land was used for caravans and tents of people left homeless or those coming to watch the disaster unfold.

The one-bedroom trailer Michelle, manager of the park, gave you the keys to was indeed in need of repair. There were air vents that sat wide open, the outside cold seeping through. Dark mold grew in the corner of the bedroom’s ceiling. And the carpet should have been replaced years prior.

The very first thing you did once alone in your new home was ring a small bell you kept in your bag. Three shrill rings for good fortune. For everything else, you’d need supplies.

The local general stores would likely be low on stock, and the shopping mall had burnt down only a year ago. It stood in ruin, yet to be redeveloped. Before you ventured to the shops, you decided to take a short walk around Forest Hills and the surrounding land to see what could be foraged.

As you passed people, some looked you up and down, Satanic Panic clouding their perception of anyone they considered to be different from themselves, to be ‘other’ in any way. Some neighbours though, waved and offered a friendly greeting. “Michelle con you into that old trailer?” one asked, to which you politely faked a laugh.

Out beyond the trailers and RVs was a patch of land that seemed unaffected by everything happening in the town. The trees soundproofed the space, making it feel miles away from civilisation. While there wasn’t much in the way of edible mushrooms and plants, nor things needed for your craft, you sensed an undercurrent of magic there.

Crouching down, you picked up a golden leaf, twirling it between your fingers. Close, you thought, but didn’t know what it meant.

It was then you saw it out of the corner of your eyes. Something moved under the tree near you. Small. An animal. A rabbit, maybe? Rats or opossums or a trash-stealing raccoon?

Slowly, you sat down on the forest floor, cross-legged and facing the tree. You would wait until the animal revealed itself on its own terms.

The bat was so weak he could hardly move. He tried to hide away from the human that was watching him, but he couldn’t. When he resigned to his position, he let his vision focus on you.

You weren’t surprised to see the bat. The feeling was relief, like you’d found a missing thing. It was clear something was wrong with the creature though. “Do you need help?” you asked it.

Still slowly, you scooted closer to the bat. There were no obvious signs of injury. His brown fluffy body was free from blood or gore. Perhaps he had torn a wing or flown into a tree.

“I can help,” you whispered, holding a hand out flat to the ground. The tips of your fingers were close enough to the bat that he could bite if he wanted to, or he could shuffle forward into the softness of your hand.

Whatever compelled the bat to never leave Hawkins, compelled him to fall onto your palm.

“Hi,” you greeted, bringing your hand to your chest and holding the bat safely between your hands. “What’s happened?”

The bat was a common species; you recognised him as the aptly named big brown bat. His body was the size of a baseball, and some of his colouring was wrong. His legs and arms would normally be pink, but they were a sickly black colour. It looked like his brown fur was beginning to turn too.

“Did you eat something bad? Accidentally poison yourself?”

The bat, of course, did not answer your questions. You looked around the trees for other lost animals or any sign of something that may have caused your new friend to become sick. When there were no answers there either, you stood and took the both of you back to the trailer.

…

Destiny and a little folly may have led you to Forest Hills and the one-bedroom trailer, but you had come to Hawkins prepared nonetheless. In your car, there were supplies to ensure if you’d had to sleep there for a couple of nights, you could. The bat would benefit from your readiness.

The sleeping bag you’d packed was turned into a soft nest for him. “Alright, let’s get you warm,” you whispered, placing him in the middle. He shuffled on the spot for a few moments before settling, his brown eyes still watching you.

When you offered him a piece of banana, he nibbled at it.

When you gingerly stroked his fur, he let you.

Still, there was something about the way the bat watched you, something in his reaction to your movements. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but it was most definitely curious.

“Alright, my furry friend. We need provisions. Especially if there’s gonna be two of us.” You spoke to him as you pulled your jacket on and grabbed your bag. “Please be here when I get back. I promise I can help you.”

…

It was dark when you returned home. Stores were staying open late to receive interstate deliveries and provide goods to the in-need townspeople, so you managed to get most things on your list.

Inside the trailer was cold, the spring air outside not yet filtered with summer’s coming warmth. You checked on the bat, ensured he was still cosy in his nest. Then, you got to work.

After soap and scrubbing did its part and the mold was attacked with vinegar and bleach, you boarded up the vents and added repairing them properly to your to-do list. In the bedroom, the bed was covered in fresh linen while you dreamed of a brand new mattress.

The only other furniture in the so-called ‘partly furnished’ trailer was a couple of bar stools at the kitchen bench, a televisionless television stand, a couch in surprisingly good condition, and a coffee table that sat a little too low to the ground.

Next, you took a ritual learned from your sisters whilst in India and let milk and rice boil over on the stove for prosperity and abundance. From time spent in Lowcountry, you observed the practice of painting your porch blue. The trailer didn’t have a porch, but the doorframes would suffice. It would ward off evil spirits, as would the salt ring you ran around the home. Finally, mugwort and sweetgrass smudged through the space, cleansing and claiming it as your own.

By the time you were finished, it was almost midnight and your stomach growled obscenities. The bat had been nibbling on the fruit you’d offered, but you’d not eaten since the morning.

After two cups of noodles and a cup of white jasmine tea, you unpacked the small cat bed you’d purchased for the bat. You relocated him into it, still with the sleeping bag, and pushed it under your bed. He’d like it in the dark, you thought.

Skipping a shower, you changed into pajamas and got into bed. Sleep came quickly, perhaps quicker than it had in decades. You dreamt that night. Of darkness. Of blood. Of screaming. Nothing coherent, nothing recognisable. Just an ominous feeling that you were going to find what you were looking for, ready or not.

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It’s Always Been You

Based on this request

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem! Reader (you + Y/N)

Summary: You come home from college during holidays and to see your friends again. .Reconnecting with the core group that you connected with during the Upside Down trauma. Steve hosts a party for you and you get a little rowdy, Billy has always been there for you; this time something else happens.

TW: cursing and drinking. That’s about it. It’s pretty tame!

A/N: this is my work, I don’t give anyone permission to use it for anything or claim it as their own.

The sound of passing cars lulled you into an easy sleep as you got comfortable in the bus seat. Two more hours and you’d be back in Hawkins with your best friends. The only good thing about that pimple of a city: Nancy, Robin, Steve, Eddie, Jonathan, a bunch of weird kids and of course…Billy. The thought of your high school crush made you smile, you two had stayed in touch when you left for school, but seeing him again was a different level of excitement. He’d joined Hawkins High during your junior year in high school and at first; you despised him. His cocky attitude and the amount of girlfriends he plowed through disgusted you. BUT, he came with Max who became close friends with your best friends brother, then all the Vecna craziness broke out and somehow you got roped into a tight knit friend group with Billy. The real change in your friendship happened after Starcourt.

Pulled from your thoughts, the bus stopped and you could hear yelling at the us stop. Groggily you looked out the window but pure happiness and excitement filled your body as you saw your friends outside with signs, yelling for you. Steve and Robin were making fools of themselves but you ran to them as soon as your feet hit the pavement. Comforting arms wrapped around you and you felt like you could finally relax.

“Welcome home!!!!” Steve grunted out as he squeezed you and moved back and forth. Robin hit your arm playfully.

“That’s for leaving us for your fancy school.” She smiled and hugged you. “This is for coming back to visit.”

Grabbing your bags from the bus, you quickly loaded into Steve’s car and the three of you talked and laughed all the way back to his house. His parents were on some European trip or something so he just had you stay with him. Upon opening the door to his house, you heard a resounding “SURPRISE!” as a smaller body smashed into you. Maxine, she’d ran to you and gave you a tight hug; soon followed by the rest of the kids and then your friends.

“I missed you guys too.” A chuckle escaped your lips as you tried to stay standing from the overwhelming amount of people around you.

“Jesus Christ! Let her put her shit down at least, you are gonna suffocate her.”

There it was. That beautiful voice, you tried to see him, but Some of the guys too tall and blocking your view. Suddenly, you felt someone slip your backpack off and move your bags out of your grip. Strong, tanned arms wrapped around your shoulders and a familiar chin rested on your head. Billy.

“Hello to you too Billy.” You blushed softly, trying to laugh off his nice way of getting everyone off of you. The smell of cigarettes and motor oil filled the air around you. His smile could be felt from the top of your head.

“Welcome back short stack.” He squeezed you gently, then after just a few moments too long, (or not long enough) he let you go and grabbed your bags.

“Harrington! I’m putting her in your parents room!”

He called out to Steve who was grabbing some stuff out of his trunk. Max still hadn’t left your side and she had a brightness to her blue eyes. There was a soft spot in you for her and you wrapped on arm around her shoulder.

“Been keeping everyone in line?” You asked. They’d all went back to setting up stuff like balloons and streamers.

“Of course.” She smiled back. “Come on, Billy and I are staying here and there are some things I want to show you in my room.” The younger red head pulled you away from everyone.

“What’s the big set up for?” You asked as you passed the kitchen with a boat load of food and beer.

“Steve’s throwing a party for you tonight.”

Great. You’d hope to get a little sleep, but your friends were a rowdy bunch. Nancy was known for getting a little too drunk a little too fast; but Jonathan usually kept an eye out for her. Steve, you and Robin usually became the parents as Billy would get hammered and Eddy would get blitzed. You weren’t thrilled at the idea that the kids were gonna be around but Max could sense the hesitation so she spoke up.

“Don’t worry. We’re all going over to Hoppers tonight. El said to say hi, she’s busy with her dad doing super power shit.”

That was good. You relaxed a bit more and followed Max to the guest room.

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You’d managed to sneak away from everyone and finally you got to your room. It was wonderful to see everyone again, but the silence was needed to prepare for the party. Plopping down on the bed you exhaled and closed your eyes. There was a comfortable nature to Steve’s home, and you’d joked before about how he should open a home for wayward kids; since everyone always found a safe place with him. The thought of Max and Billy staying there too was nice, but it meant Neil was worse than ever. Billy had kept you updated on their lives but he never spoke about Neil unless it was really bad. Last time Billy wrote to you (Which he would never admit to writing you letters, but he did every month) he mentioned moving out and getting his own place…maybe Steve’s place was just a temporary set up.

“You look like shit.”

Opening your eyes you smiled to find baby blue eyes staring down at you. He was being playful, but you still sat up and tried to adjust your hair and outfit.

“I was on a bus for hours, how did you think I was going to look?”

He sat next to you and pulled you back down so you both were laying down. The blush on your cheeks only heated up.

“It’s good to have you back. I can’t stand these idiots.” You laughed, nudging him softly.

“I’m just like those idiots.”

“Not even close.”

There was a comfortable silence that settled between you two. This was a side of Billy that only you got to see, the calm man that lie behind the troubled sea that was his heart. He’d worked on his anger and his friendships but you always saw past his facades.

“You doin’ okay? School and shit going good?” His arm was wrapped around your shoulder and you nuzzled your head into his chest. It was very intimate but you two had moments like this in the past; you both just never addressed it.

“Mmhmm. How’s the shop?” Billy had started work at the town auto shop, and from what she knew of it; he was doing great.

“Good. Finally got a place for Max and I. We’re just crashing here until its ready. It’s not much, a trailer in Eddie’s neighborhood… but it’s mine.”

You sat up and looked at him, a different feeling settling in the air.

“I’m so proud of you Billy.”

A beat passed, then there was a knock at your door.

“Y/N! Are you ready? People are starting to show up! Do you need help with anything?”

Nancy. God Bless her for checking on you because you were about to kiss Billy and you couldn’t ruin that friendship. He rolled his eyes and got up, almost ripping the door off.

“She’s all yours Wheeler.”

Nancy rolled her eyes but came in, as Billy walked out he looked back and winked at you.

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Hair done, outfit on and makeup finished. Looking in the mirror you checked to make sure the ripped Band Tee didn’t show too much off, because the black leather shorts were a little too short but Nancy insisted they looked good. She paraded you out into the party and there were A LOT of people. Some just cheering because they were drunk and didn’t care why the party was happening, just that it was. Others you actually knew and you caught up with them a little as drinks and shots were placed in your hand in a revolving order.

Billy was outside, you could hear the keg stand chants, Robin was on the couch with a girl named Vickie, Eddie and Jonathan were probably out getting high and Nancy was circulating. You were, put nicely, smashed. There was no reason to hold back, you weren’t driving, you were in a safe place and your friends were all around.

Standing on a table, with some outside help from a few guys, you yelled over the music.

“Thank yeeew all for comin! LEts PARTY!” Someone cranked up the music and you started dancing on the table, and the cheering got louder than the keg stand cheers. That got Billy’s attention.

He came in to find you, someone who wasn’t too keen on being the center of attention, on a table; dancing like no one was watching. At first he just chuckled and laughed, but the guys who had helped you up were a little too close for his liking. He inched closer, but the moment one of the guys put his hand on your leg, Billy moved. Pushing people out of the way, he got to the table and threw you over his shoulder.

“Awww boo!” You giggled as he carried you up to the room you were staying in.

“Billy!!!! I was having funnnn.” You playfully hit his back before he put you on the bed.

“Oooo kinky!” A giggle left your lips as you took another sip of the beer that didn’t leave your hand even through Billy manhandling you.

“Alright princess, you’ve had enough for tonight.” He took your beer and you pouted.

“Party poooper! This princess wants to keep going!” You reached out for the beer but he stopped you, and the two of you were very close.

“Hi handsOme.” A drunken smile bloomed on your face and the glaze over your eyes began to set in. Yep, totally drunk. Billy just laughed and shook his head, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“You’ll thank me tomorrow.” Again, there was something else that settled in the air, but this time you were more confident. Liquid courage and all that fun shit.

“I’m gonna kiss you.” You giggled and got closer. An expression you hadn’t seen crossed Billy’s face and you paused…oh no.

“Oh…oh no I fucked up. Shit!!!” You immediately pulled away and scooted your back against the headboard. Pulling your knees to your chest, you began to rock back and forth. Did you just screw up your best friendship? Did you read all the signs wrong? Was he going to hate you?

“Shit.” Billy groaned and stood up. “Y/N, I would love to kiss you, but not like this. Get some rest baby. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

Baby, that was a new one. You looked up at him worried, but he winked and you relaxed. The room was spinning, maybe rest was a good idea. The loud party didn’t even bother you. Dozing off quickly you didn’t even notice Billy lock the door for your safety on his way out.

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Getting hit by a semi carrying other semi’s felt ten thousand times better than the hangover that hit you in the morning. Groaning you pulled yourself into the bathroom, looking in the mirror you shuddered. You also looked like you got hit by a semi. Taking a deep breath you hopped into the shower and tried to wash off the night before.

A soft knock got your attention as you got out. Keeping just your towel on you tried to open the door only to realize it was locked. Unlocking it, you found Billy before you with breakfast.

“God Bless you.” You smiled and took the food. He was quiet, looking at you in a towel. Billy needed to compose himself before speaking, he didn’t expect you to open the door so… freely. What if it was someone who passed out in the living room? That thought pulled him into the room and he shut the door so no one else could see you.

“Here.”

He handed you some ibuprofen and you smiled.

“You are the best Billy. How did you did this every weekend??” Downing the pills with some water he watched you and just chuckled.

“Practice babe.”

That threw you for a little bit of a loop but it sounded familiar.

“What happened last night? I remember talking to Vanessa but it gets a little fuzzy after that.”

Billy grabbed a few poloriads Nancy took out of his back pocket. You went red in the face.

“I WAS TABLE DANCING??” Groaning, you sunk to the floor with your food, nibbling on pancakes as you looked through the photos.

“WHy did anyone let me get on Bruce’s shoulders??” Bruce was your class clown and he apparently piggy backed you around according to Nancy’s photos. Billy scoffed.

“I sure as shit didn’t. You don’t remember anything?” There was a vulnerability to his voice that made you look up at him curiously.

“Oh no, what did I do?”

He sat next to you, resting his head on the edge of the bed. It was obvious he was trying to decide if he should tell you or not.

“You almost kissed me.”

Deer in headlights, that was a good way to explain your expression. Burying your face in your hands, the common symptom of puking while your hungover began to surface.

“Fuck I’m so sorry Billy. I don’t get drunk I didn’t know that’s what I would do. Shit, I’m really sorry.”

For some reason, you felt Billy relax next to you.

“So you don’t get drunk at school?” The image of you dancing on tables away from his protective gaze and you offering to kiss strangers had haunted him the whole night. Of course you could do whatever you wanted, the two of you were just friends, but he didn’t want that.

“Of course not, I don’t feel safe to drink that much at school. I don’t know people there like I do here. I don’t have you to keep me safe.”

You looked at the photo of him carrying you away, he always was there for you. Maybe it was because you helped save his life in Starcourt, or maybe it was because he truly cared about you.

“Why don’t you come back?”

His voice was quiet. That question hit you hard, and you rubbed your forehead.

“Billy it’s not that easy, with school and…”

“No, I know. It was a dumb question. I just…I don’t like you not being here. I need to make sure you’re okay. Phone calls and letters aren’t enough. I…get worried if you don’t answer the phone or if I miss a letter.”

This was a new Billy. He’d been open with you before but never like this. He wasn’t looking at you so you gently put a hand on his face and nudged it to look at you.

“Hey, I’m okay. All that is over with. It’s safe now. I’m okay.”

He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch. You two had playfully gotten close before but this was real and really intimate.

“Billy?”

He opened his eyes and looked at you, but it was for a split second before his lips were on yours. The kiss caught you off guard but after a moment, you returned it. Moving to straddle him you wrapped your arms around his neck while his hands settled on your hips. You lost time in his kiss and it was the safest you’d ever felt.

Finally the two of you separated, when he squeezed your hips softly. Any more and the two of you wouldn’t be able to stop.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.” He smirked as he rested his forehead on yours.

“Me too.”

“Come on, you need to eat…tell anyone about me being sappy and I’ll break up with you.”

He slightly joked.

“Oh so were dating now?”

You giggled and tried to get off of him, but he didn’t let you go just yet.

“Y/N, I’ve thought of you as my girlfriend ever since the summer before you left. You’re it baby. I don’t need anyone else.”

You kissed him softly, then got off of him.

“I’m yours Billy Hargrove.”

“Good.”

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The End!

Constructive criticism is welcome! DM’s are open! I hope this was to y’all’s liking! I got a little carried away sorry about that! I almost made it into two parts but I decided against it.

Thank you for reading!!!

#stranger things #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy stranger things #billy x you #billy x reader #billy hargrove x female reader #billy deserved better #billy hargrove x you

[teambyler]

Byler scenario in season 5

Remember in s1 when Nancy entered the Upside Down and couldn't sleep alone and so Jonathan slept in her room and she asked him to join her on the bed because she didn't feel safe?

Apparently, ShoeGate hints that Mike and Will are sharing clothes, and TableGate hints that Will is staying at the Wheelers because the Byers have no home in Hawkins.

What if Will sleeps in the basement, but Vecna does something that terrifies Will, or Mike, or both? Well, they'll both feel safer if they're close. And Mike might offer to Will that he can sleep in his room...

#byler #stranger things #season 5 #st5 #stranger things 5

[cinderellaslostshoe]

You had never seen more beautiful eyes than his

Summary: And once again you were reminded of their beauty when you looked into the big doe eyes of the one and only Eddie Munson. Pairing: Eddie Munson x gn!Reader Warnings: angst / hurt, fluff-ish if you squint real hard, character death, Stranger Things V.2 spoiler!, Word count: 500+

You had never seen more beautiful eyes than his.

It always had been troubling you how underappreciated brown eyes were. Everyone was always gushing about blue or green eyes. Eyes as blue as the ocean this, eyes as green as the forest that. Breathtaking blue eyes here, mesmerizing green eyes there. Blah blah blah….

Not once had you heard someone give the same enthusiasm to brown eyes. How remarkable, enchanting, gentle, lovable, striking, warm and pretty they were.

And you were once again reminded of their beauty when your gaze met his. When you looked into the big doe eyes of the one and only Eddie Munson.

You could stare into them 24/7 for the rest of your life and you wouldn’t ever get bored. There was something about them, about him, that pulled you in. Captivated you.

Right the second the both of you made eye contact in the cafeteria on your first day in Hawkins High, you were whipped. Totally whipped.

But it hadn’t been until a few weeks after that you talked to each other. You had ended up in detention - for the stupidest reason - and when he strolled into the room he sat down next to you.

As it turned out he had been feeling the same and shortly after you started dating, going strong for 1,5 years now. 1,5 wonderful years before shit hit the fan…

You were with him the night Chrissy died and went into hiding with him. When Dustin and his friends found you and filled you in on all the crazy shit that had happened the last years in Hawkins, you couldn’t believe it at first. Not that you didn’t believe them, especially after seeing the way Chrissy died, but accepting the existence of the upside down was another thing.

That was, until all of you went through the water gate to save Steve and saw it with your own eyes.

After the decision was made to go back into the upside down to kill Vecna/Henry/One you naturally stayed with Eddie, and therefore Dustin, as the decoys.

When the bats entered the trailer Eddie had sent you up the rope right after Dustin. You watched as threw his geat to follow and as soon as he stopped climbing you knew what he was about to do; maybe even before he knew it himself.

“No!”, you yelled, tears running down your face. “No, Eddie! Don’t!”

Dusting joined your pleas when it became clearer that Eddie wanted to stay on the other side. Both of you begged for him to climb over, get back to the real Hawkins. Begged him not to leave you. But it was no use. He had made up his mind.

He jumped down, swung his spear to cut the rope and with a last look at you, his eyes full of determination, hurt and fear, he whispered “I love you” before he bolted out of the trailer.

You went back through the gate as fast as you could, hurting your shoulder pretty badly in the process when your body hit the floor. You ran after him - you were sure you never ran so fast in your life before - but still, you didn’t make it in time to save him.

And even now as Eddie was looking up at you, his head resting in your lap and his face covered in blood… Even now as the light was leaving his eyes and his gaze went blank…

… you had never seen more beautiful eyes than his.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fic #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #stranger things vol 2 spoilers #stranger things v2 spoilers #stranger things spoilers #ghosts can write #repost from main blog #--- lost👠

[steviewashere]

There's something so beautiful, so appealing, yet so sad about vampire Eddie Munson and normal dude Steve Harrington as a pairing. Cause like—

Just walk with me. Imagine Eddie turning into a vampire spawn, not Kas, just a normal fucking vampire spawn. A vampire spawn who exists by the normal rules of vampirism.

He can't go in the sun. He isn't invited into places unless otherwise told. He must stay in the dark, hidden away. And, the worst part of his new form—

Eddie Munson, the man who was supposed to die saving the people that mattered, is immortal.

He's immortal. He makes friends. He works alongside annoying coworkers. He lives with his wonderful uncle. He falls in love.

And slowly, over time, he watches as everybody around him ages. The finer wrinkles, the grey hairs, the knobby joints, and collapsing postures. Their fragile voices and softer bellies, as they grow accustomed and comfortable with life. Life after violence.

But Eddie gets older, sure. He turns twenty-five. And thirty. Fifty-five. Seventy. His hair remains a dark brown. Face forever twenty. Body as lithe and malleable as it was before the Upside Down. And yet, for all that he's sacrificed—

The biggest sacrifice is the people he eventually loses.

Uncle Wayne dies peacefully in his sleep. And Eddie's forty-four, Wayne would've been eighty-three. That's normal. That's a normal death. A normal age. Except that Eddie is still...twenty.

Dustin Henderson and the rest of his friends, Robin Buckley and Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Argyle. They all die, too. They go grey and they gain soft bellies. They have crows feet. Grandchildren that look the exact same age as Eddie. They think that Eddie is a really young cousin, they think he's some lucrative relative.

The one that hurts the most, in the end, is the loss of one Steve Harrington. Who stole Eddie's heart. Red and raw between his hands. Kissed the tender outside with his beautiful, charismatic mouth. He was what sustained Eddie's dire cravings, blood and skin and tender moments. Steve shared many nights with Eddie in the dark, under the stars, in the glow of the moon. He shared interests, poked fun at Eddie, loved Eddie. He loved Eddie. And Eddie...God, he loved Steve.

Loved him so bad, that when Steve died, Eddie knew he lost himself, too. Because nobody will be as lovely and as young and as...and as lovely, as Steve Harrington. You don't grow to love a boy with golden skin, somebody who can go under the sun and bring home sunflowers. You don't grow to love the boy who knows your worst trauma and all your messy secrets. You don't just grow to love a boy. You come to love the man, the spirit, the hole that he leaves.

And Eddie Munson is immortal, cursed by his vampirism. He may have helped them defeat Vecna, he may have been able to aid his friends and his lover to their beautiful life-long end—seen them age and grow comfortable and happy. But, he assumes that the true sacrifice wasn't his death, it was his liveliness.

How is he supposed to continue on without the ones who know him best? So Eddie Munson is immortal.

You know what they say kills vampires. Does Eddie do it? Or does he reign himself to a million lifetimes of friendships and warm dinners, yet the loneliness at the mere fact that nothing can ever be replicated? Does he reign himself to a million lovers, hoping that in one instance, Steve will be the reincarnated body next to him in bed?

Or does he join the tender souls of his loved ones? Stake through the heart and a thousand new stories to tell.

#stranger things #steddie #fanfiction #ramble #fic idea? #vampire eddie munson #regular guy Steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington

[munson-blurbs]

feel free to totally ignore this if it sounds weird! but, could you maybe write some hurt/comfort where post-vecna!eddie has been gaining weight (injury recovery, depression, adjusting to eating again, etc.) and feels insecure about it? and the reader comforts him? thank you either way! i love your writing.

I hope y'all enjoy this 💚 a lil friends-to-lovers, perhaps?

Warnings: weight gain, body image issues mentions of injuries/Eddie's experience in the Upside Down, depression/mental health issues, language

WC: 1.5k

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Eddie squints, wincing, as sunlight streams through his window. His clock reads 7:05, which means he’s gone another night without sleeping. He prefers staying awake these days, because sleep often brings nightmares of dark red clouds, screeching demobats, and your tear-stained cheeks as you screamed out for help over his pale body.

A sugary smell permeates the air, and he realizes that you must’ve snuck out of bed to make breakfast. You’ve been spending the night ever since he’d come home from the hospital. Initially, you’d slept in a sleeping bag on the floor until his wounds healed enough. “I’m a restless sleeper; wouldn’t wanna hurt you, Eds,” you’d insisted, but after two months, you reluctantly agreed to join him in his tiny twin bed. 

He sits up with a grimace. All he wants is to curl up under the covers and shut out the world. He’s exhausted, but not just from a lack of sleep. It seems like merely existing tires him out now. His body still aches four months after Spring Break, but the pain goes beyond the injuries. It’s like he’s hurting from the inside out.

Maybe if I actually get dressed, change outta these goddamn sweatpants, I’ll feel a little better, he thinks. It’s a longshot, but he figures it’s worth a try. He rummages through the crumpled clothes in his dresser drawer until he finds his favorite pair of jeans. Sliding the light-wash denim over one leg, then the other, he hoists them around his waist to fasten the button.

But it won’t close.

“What the fuck?” he hisses through gritted teeth. No, these fit back in March. He remembers, because you told him that he looked good in them. He’d felt like he was walking on clouds for the rest of the day. Eddie looks down at his waist now, noticing some pudge where his stomach was once flat. 

“Son of a bitch!” he groans. It’s louder than he intended, and his cheeks redden as you burst through the bedroom door. 

“Are you okay?” you ask breathlessly. There’s pancake batter smeared on your hands and you’re still in your pajamas, but Eddie thinks you’ve never looked cuter. 

“Yeah, ‘m fine,” he mutters, trying to cover his waistband with his shirt. 

Your worried look dissipates as you breathe a sigh of relief. “You scared me; I thought you fell or something!” Though your tone is scolding, the smile on your lips indicates that you’re not actually angry. “So what’s wrong? Or are we just swearing to ourselves for fun now?”

Eddie briefly considers lying, but you’ve been friends too long for him to pull one over on you. “My pants are too tight,” he admits sheepishly. He can’t even say they shrunk in the wash, because he hasn’t worn them in months. 

“That’s all?” You wrinkle your nose in confusion. “That’s not a big deal. If you’re feeling up to it, we can go to the Gap and get some more. They always have a sale going on.”

His eyes widen at your indifference. “The pants aren’t the problem here!” he protests. “My body’s, like, betraying me, or some shit. First these ugly scars, then the soreness from the fall, and now this!” He gestures to his undone button and little potbelly before sitting back down on the bed and letting out the most self-pitying moan you’ve ever heard. 

You giggle involuntarily, clapping a hand over your mouth as quickly as you can. “I’m sorry, Eds. I’m not laughing at you.” You plop down next to him and put your arm around his shoulders. “The scars are gonna fade, and the pain will go away gradually. That’s what all the doctors said, right?”

Eddie looks down at the ground, refusing to make eye contact with you. “Yeah, I know,” he mumbles. “But what about—“

“Gaining weight?” You cut him off, and he nods. “Remember when you first came home, and you weren’t eating anything? How scared we were that you would just waste away?” It was a sight you’d never forget. Your best friend, normally full of energy and charisma, half-alive and covered in his own blood. The way your own voice warbled as you pleaded with him to stay with us, hang on. Seeing him with tubes in his nose, torso wrapped in bandages as he lay still in his hospital bed. He’d slept most of the time, waking up occasionally to cry. And now that he was home, he never left the trailer. You’d probably never have seen him again if you weren’t practically living there, too.

“That’s clearly not an issue anymore,” he huffs, trying and failing to button his jeans. “‘S like, just when I thought I couldn’t get any uglier…”

Now it’s your turn to be shocked. “Eddie Munson, you’re not ugly, you’ve never been ugly–not even when your head was shaved,” you add with a grin, “and you’ll never be ugly.” You take his hand in yours. “Think about it: if the roles were reversed, you wouldn’t want me calling myself ugly.”

“‘Course not,” Eddie murmurs. “I’d still think you’re the most beautiful girl in the world.” His lidded eyes snap open at the confession. “I-I mean…”

“And I think you’re the most handsome man in the world,” you tell him, and it’s the truth. You’d never admitted it to him before, but his smile always made you smile, and you couldn’t deny the way your stomach flip-flopped when he gazed into your eyes with his own brown orbs.

“You do?” Eddie questions incredulously. “Even…even like this?”

“The only thing I’d change is…I just wish you were happy. Happy Eddie is my favorite Eddie.”

He pauses, gnawing on his lower lip. “Sometimes,” he starts, “I feel like I’ll never be happy again.” Tears trickle down his cheek as he rests his head on your shoulder. “I want to be happy; and I feel little, like, pings of it every once in a while, y’know? Like when you cook for me, or comb my hair, but then it’s just replaced with guilt.”

“Guilt?”

“Yeah, like, I feel bad that you have to do all this stuff for me. And I can’t do anything for you in return.” He wipes his face with the back of his hand. “‘M fuckin’ pathetic.”

“Please stop saying that about yourself.” You feel yourself choke up and you swallow a sob. “You’re brave, and wonderful, and sweet, and beautiful. Scars or no scars; weight gain or no weight gain.” You continue, rubbing his back with your palm. “I feel frustrated knowing that no matter what I do, I can’t take away your sadness.”

“‘S like, it never leaves. And I can’t even talk to someone about it, unless you know any shrinks who specialize in post-alternate dimension trauma.” He offers a sliver of a smile, and it warms your heart.

“How’re you funny even when you’re dealing with so much?” you hum, running your fingers through his hair. The two of you sit there like that for a few moments before you pull away. “I should get back to making breakfast,” you say finally, though you truly don’t want to move.

“Wait,” Eddie blurts out, and you turn your head to look at him. “Did–did you mean what you said earlier? About me being handsome?” He blushes at his own statement.

“I believe my exact words were ‘most handsome man in the world,’” you tease, “and, yes, I meant it, Eds.”

He takes a second to absorb what you’ve just said. “I meant what I said, too. About you being the most beautiful girl in the world. Felt that way for a long time, actually.” He shifts his body slowly and brings his hand to cup your cheek. “Was gonna ask you on a date, but my plans got kinda…derailed.”

“Me?” you squeak out.

“Yeah, you,” he chuckles lightly. “Just didn’t think you felt the same way.”

You scoot closer to his body. “Can I show you how I feel?” Your voice is barely above a whisper as you lean into him, parting his plush lips with yours. You’re wrought with nerves, and the kiss is quick, but it feels like your heart’s exploding in your chest.

“You have the best lips,” you tell him, speaking against his mouth, “and the best neck,” you press a kiss right above his collarbone, and you feel him shiver, “and the best tummy.” You swoop down and blow a raspberry into his stomach, making him cover his torso with his hands.

“You know I’m ticklish there!” he whines, but he’s laughing as he says it.

“Oh, are you?” You wiggle your fingers mischievously, but he grabs your wrists before you can make contact.

“I was thinkin’,” Eddie says, tugging on your hands to pull you towards him, “maybe I could take you up on that shopping trip? We could, um, go get something to eat after?” His lips meet your forehead, and a tingle shoots through your spine. “‘S not exactly how I pictured our first date, but…”

“I’d love that,” you jump in, peppering his face with kisses. “Wanna help me make breakfast first?”

“Depends.” He’s smiling from ear to ear. “Can we put chocolate chips in the pancakes?”

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#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfic #fanfic #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things #requests

[alcalystrasz]

Here's the list of all my theories about Stranger Things 5 (not in order):

-Robin dies -> either to sacrifice herself (for Vickie or Steve) or she gets killed by Vecna.

-Max dies -> she doesn't wake up of her coma (episode 6 or 7, preferably after Robin's death).

=> After everyone starts to lose hope, they all get the courage to read her letters and they get determined to avenge her and the other deaths (even from previous seasons, such as Barbara for Nancy).

-Jonathan dies -> by saving Nancy or Will.

=> causes an emotional damage to Will, losing his big brother, the only one who knew about who he was.

-Mike and Eleven break up because Mike wants them to be just friends.

-Mike finally tells Will he's in love with him (episode 6 or 7, preferably after Max's death).

-Mike and Will go in the Upside Down (no reason in my mind right now, except it could be to find something).

=> They find Eddie alive (not dead because or the following reason: it's impossible to get killed in the Upside Down if you're not killed by Vecna himself -> Barb was killed by Vecna in the Upside Down since we see her in the pool she died, trapped like Chrissy, Vecna's mother etc. This could explain why Vecna didn't die when Nancy, Steve and Robin tried in S4). ((This theory is the least possible one in my mind, just so you know)) => he really dies though in the end.

Then, mostly everyone becomes a target of Vecna. Here's the list and the causes (why are they a target) and the characters that saves them (in order):

-Dustin is a target -> cause: Eddie's death, as he feels guilt for letting him go back in the Upside Down without him -> Steve or Lucas saves him because of their strong friendship.

-Lucas is a target -> cause: He feels guilt for not saving Max before Vecna takes her -> Max (if she doesn't die) or Erica saves him.

*Robin dies at this moment before the others gets targeted*

-Steve is a target -> cause: He feels guilt because he couldn't save Robin from the hands of Vecna -> Nancy saves him.

-Nancy is a target -> cause: She feels guilt because of Barbara and Steve being a target, but mostly of Barb -> Jonathan saves her by dying = she feels a second guilt and Steve feels guilt too.

*Jonathan dies at this moment*

-Will is a target -> cause: Vecna shows him his old memories (with his mom, Jonathan, Mike and the Party), but mostly bad memories to show him how his life is miserable. He asks Will to join him but refuses -> The music "Should I Stay or Should I Go" gets a door to open (just like Max when "Running up That Hill" started), and Mike's voice gets Will to escape Vecna's lair. He crushes his left eye before escaping (foreshadowing from Eddie during the DnD campaign in S4).

-Mike is a target (endgame, mostly end of episode 7 or beginning of episode 8) -> El saves him by fighting with Vecna but she still doesn't kill him. She gets hurt because he got stronger.

Now, the most crazy theory:

-Everyone finds a plan: Time travel.

=> They think, if the time in the Upside Down stopped the day Will got into the U.D, maybe he's the key of the U.D. Why? Maybe Vecna gave him this "power" because they're alike (sensitive, lonely, and good drawer). So they think if Will goes back inside, they can come back to the day he got kidnapped by Vecna and kill him when he was less strong.

And the Endgame theories (so episode 8 or end of episode 7):

-The Party finally gets back together and are going to be the leaders of the last episode.

-Eleven saves Hawkins by killing Vecna.

=> Parallel with the first season: Eleven gets Vecna on the wall, being ready to kill him but before that, she turns her head to Mike or the Party and says "Goodbye" one last time just like in the final of season 1. She then kills Vecna inside of the U.D creating a sort of supernova (because she erases him like the Demogorgon in s1, but since she did that outside of the U.D and she teleported them in it, and this time she's inside, this world can't support it and it makes a sort of supernova). This causes the U.D to get closed forever and Eleven dies, closing the possibility of interacting with the U.D from the real world.

That's it!! Tell me what you guys think about this, it's the main theories in big lines, some things a more precise obviously.

#stranger things #byler #will byers #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair #dustin henderson #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #robin buckley #vickie stranger things #rockie #jancy #stancy #maya hawke #noah schnapp #finn wolfhard #caleb mclaughlin #gaten matarazzo #joe keery #eddie munson #joseph quinn #natalia dyer #charlie heaton #stranger things 5 #stranger things theory #eleven stranger things #max mayfield #sadie sink #eleven hopper

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Fall For You 🌸❤️

Summary; After Nancy breaks his heart for the last time Steve has enough and decides to branch out of Hawkins with you and Robin at his side, Travelling in a Winnebago.

Nights stargazing, camping and Steve seeking comfort in you lead to more... Your feelings deepen. You just don't know if he feels the same.

Warnings; angst, fluff, comfort, fwb relationship, smut, 18+, minors dni.

I don't give anyone permission to copy, reuse or repost my work.

Pls consider reblogging, liking, etc if you enjoyed this ❤️✨

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It happened again.

Nancy had chosen Jonathan again. It's not like he shouldn't have expected it. How many times had it happened now?

He thought that after all the shit that had happened in the Upside Down that things would be different.

"It's always been you Nance," he told her about his fantasy involving her, the Winnebago, six little nuggets.

It wasn't enough, he felt like he wasn't enough, the same horrid sense of not being good enough fills him, like how he felt when Nancy and Jonathan got together after him and Nancy broke up.

The two main saving graces he had was Robin and you.

After staying a while to help with rebuilding the town after the earthquake caused by The Upside Down and Vecna's destruction by El, the three of you had left Hawkins.

It was just for a little while, to travel, see a bit more of the world outside of your little town in a Winnebago.

You and Robin were close anyway, just finished senior year together and you grew close to Steve since all the shit that went down last year.

There was a huge double bed in the camper van. The three of you took turns using it or would use the bunk beds, and talk well into the night.

It was a little awkward when dates were around, usually when one of you would bring a date home the remaining two would camp out under the stars to avoid any awkward encounters.

Well that being said there hadn't been much practice on that rule yet.

"Let's all camp out together. It's a beautiful night" Robin announces excitedly as she holds the hand of her date Elise who's very sweet, and adores Robin already.

"Yeah, it's romantic if you're on a date" you point out and Robin smiles and nudges you along beside Steve.

"You and Steve can look at the stars together, come on it will be fun. Ghost stories, roaring fire, pretty sky, Steve already got the tents and fire set up"

Buoyed by her enthusiasm you nod.

"Okay, okay. I'll get the marshmallows" Robin looks so delighted and it's nice watching her be so happy with her date and in general.

"Okay, okay" you join Steve who smiles at you.

"Hey, honey, guess we're a twosome tonight huh?" he motions you to sit on one of the logs that surround the fire, it's getting even darker outside and slightly chilly.

Robin goes first telling spooky ghost stories, anything that happened in Hawkins is off-limits, you're all trying to deal with the trauma entailed with what happened the last few years.

The four of you have flashlights and take turns in telling a story each, Elise's story is truly terrifying, a real story about the woods you're all in and a double murder.

Steve notices that you're shaking and he wraps his jacket around you, you give him a grateful smile.

💕💕

When you get in the tent there's just the one massive sleeping bag.

"Take the bed, I'll get some blankets, sleep on them" he assures you and you pat the bed.

"We're adults Steve, think we can share the bed and keep our hands to ourselves" you tease and he nods, turning his back as you get changed into your night clothes, he keeps his boxers and shirt on.

There's a funny tension in the air between you, it's been hanging around for a while now and you don't know what to make of it.

Steve is handsome, very handsome you've always thought that, the butterflies in your belly are new though.

Steve glances at you, noticing your furrowed brows.

"You okay sweetheart?" how can you tell him that just him laying beside you is giving you butterflies?

"Mmm," he props up on his shoulder and you know he doesn't believe you, his hand touches your shoulder, thumb grazing over it sending tingles over your body to your horror a small moan escapes your lips.

"Um, that was. I uh" you stammer but barely finish as Steve's eyes darken.

"That moan all for me honey?" you're pretty sure your brain goes haywire as Steve moves closer.

"What if it was? What are you going to do about it?" the words fall from your lips and Steve smirks, his lips meet yours and you kiss hungrily, he pulls you onto his lap and his hands cup your backside.

"Steve" you sigh as he kisses your neck, sucking at the skin, your hand's fist in his hair and you rock against him.

"Shit" he groans and you feel how hard he is, he takes off your nightshirt and strokes your cheek.

"You're so beautiful, do you want to do this sweetheart? We can stop if you want to?"

"Don't stop, I want this, do you?" he kisses you again.

"Fuck yes"

💕💕

When you wake up your body is entwined with Steve's, he kisses your neck as he wakes up and you turn to him meeting his lips.

"Steve that was" amazing you say in your head and Steve seems to read your mind.

"Mindblowing, it was a one-time thing though right?" he caresses your cheek, your stomach sinks a little bit but you nod.

"Yeah, one time".

It's a lie that you both tell yourselves until it happens again a few nights later.

And the night after that. Sneaking around so Robin doesn't notice. Stealing moments together, Steve buried between your thighs or you riding Steve until your both spent when Robin is out buying groceries for you all or exploring.

It's just sex though. You know that Steve still loves Nancy, sometimes he says her name in his sleep or you hear him mention missing her to Robin.

It sends ice through your veins and you try to hide how much it does hurt. Of course, he still loves Nancy, he's not gonna fall out of love with her in the space of a few months is he?

That's the crux of your first argument, you spend all day ignoring his flirty gazes, trying to fight these feelings that are brewing up inside you, as close as you are with Robin she's equally as close to Steve so you can't mention your feelings to her either.

It's annoying you that you can't switch these feelings off, bury them away and when Steve comes up to you while you're preparing dinner you are still brooding.

"Hey, you've been off all day? What's going on?" you shrug.

"I'm fine. Just because I don't want to have sex with you, Steve doesn't mean I'm in a mood or something. Maybe I don't want to be used you ever think of that?"

His eyes widen. "Use you? We've always been clear about what this is. I don't hear you complaining when I'm balls deep inside you"

His words make you fume even though he's right and you concentrate on dinner.

"Yeah, I'm very clear this is just a friends with benefits thing, Steve, so that means I can go on that date with Aaron then?"

Aaron was a guy you kept bumping into when you were in town, He was nice, funny and he had asked you out earlier this week.

At first, you said you'd think about it but if Steve doesn't care then maybe you should say yes. Steve's eyes flash dangerously and you wait for his response.

"Fine" he snaps irritated and stalks off.

Fine? He was fine with it. So it looks like you were going on a date tonight.

💕

Robin could sense a weird energy in the air ever since your date Aaron had come to join the three of them for hot chocolate and smores.

Steve was currently brooding and had been overprotective and tense since Aaron arrived.

She doesn't know what's going on. Every time Aaron touches you Steve stiffens.

He must be jealous. So does that mean he likes you? When did that start happening? She's confused, very confused and vows to keep an eye on things closely from now on.

💕

Steve tries to ignore the burning feeling in his gut but he can't, he's pissed and every time Aaron touches you it sends pulses of anger through him.

You laughing at the dickhead's jokes makes him even more irritated. He's relieved when the guy leaves.

As you're getting ready for bed he corners you, gently tugging at your arm.

"How did the date go?" he asks you and you shrug.

"It was fine. He was fine" Steve scoffs.

"Fine bet he got your panties wet at being just fine huh?" you roll your eyes. Could he be more obvious.

"Oh, my god. You can't even admit that you're jealous, can you?"

"You think I'm jealous of that douchebag? As if he can pleasure you like I can" his hands rest on the wall, at your sides.

"Arrogant much?" you huff and he leans closer to you twirling your hair around his fingers.

"No, I just know you, honey, I know what you're doing. Like you think that shithead could bother me?"

"Aaron asked me out on a second date I told him no but if you don't care then..." His jaw tightens and he gently tugs at your arm and a growl escapes his throat.

"I want you to tell that douchebag to clear off, you want the truth? I am fucking jealous and the thought of him near you drives me crazy alright"

Robin is out like a light on the sofa snoring loudly so he takes your hand and leads you into the bedroom.

It's risky, Robin could wake up at any time and you could be caught but that doesn't stop him from kissing you, hitching you up so your legs wrap around his waist and he fucks into you relentlessly against the wall.

You stifle your moans by burying your head into his shoulder, biting down on it. Waves of pleasure rock over you as he stills, a guttural groan issuing from him as he comes.

Breathing heavily he rests his forehead against yours.

"Tell him no please" he murmurs as he strokes your cheek.

"Why?" your heart is racing as you wait for his answer.

"Because I'm jealous and because you're mine"

❤️❤️

Something between you and Steve deepens after that night, your conversations last through the night, him lying in your bunk with you as the sun rises and you've both had no sleep but are smiling nonetheless.

Baking attempts with Robin that go awry as you attempt to make mega brownies and Cookies.

Movie nights where you fall asleep nestled into his chest after the credits roll and he and Robin continue talking.

The first time the two of you tried to have shower sex and it was so not how the movies showed it to be, though the two of you ended up breathless with laughter.

Listening with a smile on your face as he manages to communicate with Dustin via walkie talkie and his parting words melt your heart.

"Henderson? I miss you know" His eyes light up as Dustin says the same and you nearly tear up because their brotherly bond is so sweet.

Nights like tonight stick in your mind as you lay with him and Robin laughing at the names you make up for each star.

It's when Steve is grinning at Robin and his eyes catch yours, all soft and full of warmth that those three little words enter your head.

I love you. Stunned you get up, stumbling a bit, mind racing. Shit! Shit! Shit!

"You okay?" Robin asks you looking worried and you nod, faking a smile.

"Uh yeah, headache, think I need to lay down" you reassure her and Steve gets up.

"Do you want me to come with you?" you shake your head.

"Nah, stay out here with Robin. I'll be okay" You practically race inside and urge yourself to calm down.

Those three words were a timebomb, now that you knew how deep your feelings were you were screwed.

Why the hell did you have to fall in love with him when he could still love someone else? Would you ever compare to Nance in his eyes.

"It's always been you Nance" he told Nancy that, there was no use telling him how you felt because he wouldn't feel the same way you did.

It was a catch-22 because you didn't want to stop this thing you had with Steve but you didn't want to get your heart broken either.

What the hell were you going to do?

❤️

Steve joining you in bed wakes you at around four am.

"You feeling better honey?" he asks you as he kisses your hair.

"Not really" you mumble and turn around so you can cuddle into his chest. His heartbeat speeds up and you peer up at him.

"Your hearts beating really fast" he chuckles as you say this.

"Hmm, Sure it has nothing to do with the beautiful girl in my arms" The words are lovely and to your horror tears pool in your eyes, shit you needed to get a grip.

"Hey, he soothes what's wrong?" you make something up, tell him it's just your head but you can tell he doesn't believe you, he does pull you back down to his chest.

"You can tell me anything sweetheart. Is something bothering you?" the tears keep coming.

"I'm falling in love with you" His breath hitches as the words spill out and now they are out you can't take them back.

"What?" you sit up your stomach sinking, he runs his hand through his hair and you wait for his response and wait.

"Jesus... Honey, I... We" he stops and starts and you look away as the tears keep falling.

"It's okay, you still love Nancy, I know. Maybe you should go, Steve. Maybe we should stop this...us" He startles, swallowing hard as he stares at you.

"Stop?" it causes you pain you've never felt in your life but you give a firm nod.

"I'm not Nance, I'll never be Nancy or compare to her and I can't keep breaking my heart hoping you might feel the same, whe you don't"

Robin comes in at that point, chatting excitedly about a meteor shower, she freezes as she sees your tears and the look on Steve's face.

"Robin can I bunk in with you tonight?" you ask her and she nods as you race into the room and cry out all the tears.

"What the hell is going on?" you hear her question Steve and you borrow under the covers blocking out their voices and letting the pain take over.

❤️❤️

It's quiet, too quiet as the three of you have breakfast. Robin keeps looking between you and Steve and you figure he filled her in on what was going on or maybe she already knew deep down.

You hate this, the tension. This should be fun for Robin, fun for you and Steve but now it's awkward.

Maybe things would be easier for Robin and Steve if you went home for a little while. Just until things blow over?

Until your heart stops feeling like it's been split in two. What can you do though? You can't force Steve to feel the same way, he doesn't and you have to accept that.

With that decision in mind your head to your room and use the phone to call your parents. Turns out they are on holiday with their friends but you figure you could crash at home for a few days.

"Honey, you should have called sooner you could have come with us," your mother tells you.

When the conversation is done you head back out to tell Steve and Robin. Steve isn't there when you go to the kitchen and Robin explains he's went to clear his head.

"Uh. I'm gonna head back home for a little while" Robin's eyes widen.

"What no!! You can't. We're like the three musketeers, we can't split up. I get why you and Steve didn't say anything about what was going on, though to be honest I'm kinda hurt you didn't"

"We should have. I'm sorry Robin. It was just all so confusing and happened so fast, I fell in love with Steve and it's just a mess" She rushes over to hug you tightly.

"He's the world's biggest dingus" You smile at her words, you know she doesn't mean them she's just upset.

"I'll be back before you know it, I promise you" She still looks sad but perks up a bit, you squeeze her arm and begin to pack your heart heavy.

❤️❤️

Steve returns from his walk and finds Robin looking upset, he feels guilty for not saying about his relationship with you and made sure to tell her everything last night.

It still doesn't stop him from feeling guilty for keeping secrets though, she is his best friend.

"She's going back to Hawkins just so you know," Robin tells him and she takes his hand.

Something cracks in Steve's chest or at least it sure feels like it.

"For good?" he can't imagine not seeing you, the thought makes him feel sick.

"No for a little while. I don't want her to go but maybe it will be good for her. Maybe she might meet a nice guy or something, we can become a foursome on the road"

Robin's words hit Steve hard and the thought of someone touching you, making love to you, calling you his tightens the knot in his stomach.

He's not stupid, he knows how he feels about you but he's scared of getting so close to someone again because he's fallen for you more than he ever did Nancy and it's terrifying.

"You love her don't you?" Robin squeezes his hand and he nods.

"Yeah, I do" she looks exasperated.

"Then stop being a big dingus and go tell her or you'll regret you never did" he swears and gets up.

"Do you think I don't want to? I do but I'm terrified okay? Terrified because I'm in love with her, way more than I've ever loved Nancy and you know how much I loved Nancy, I'm scared I'll just get my heart stomped on"

She softens. "So you'd risk losing the person you pretty much just admitted is the love of your life because you're scared? I get it love is terrifying at times but it's also beautiful and sometimes you just need to suck it up and grab life by the balls" She looks confused. "At least I think that's the saying"

He smiles as she pats his arm.

"Don't lose her because you're scared Steve" He takes a deep breath and then heads to the bedroom knocking on the door.

"Can we talk?" he asks as you stop packing, you agree and he sits beside you.

"I don't want things to be awkward Steve, maybe if I go away for a bit then when I come back we can go back to normal"

"Back to normal? Just friends you mean?" you confirm this and he shakes his head.

"No, I don't want you to go anywhere and I don't want us to be just friends" This stops you in your tracks.

"Steve" you begin to say but he cups your face tenderly with his hands.

"I love you, sweetheart, I love you too" Your lip wobbles and you choke out a sob.

"I'm not Nancy though, I know I'll never measure up to her" he scoffs and looks deep into your eyes.

"No, you're not Nance. You're the love of my life and what I feel for you is more, so much more than what I felt for Nance, she was my first love, yeah but I want you to be my last"

He's crying softly now too and you kiss him, and he's kissing you back gently, then he moves to kiss your forehead.

"Stay" he pleads and you nod throwing your arms around him. Robin peeks her head around the door.

"You're staying?" she asks hopeful and you tell her yes through tears. Happy tears.

"Thank god! Now come on I need help making the pancakes" Steve stands up gesturing for your hand and pulling you in for a kiss.

"Come on, step to it lovebirds" Robin calls and you and Steve exchange grins as you head back into the kitchen to join her.

❤️

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[kedreeva]

At the end of season 3, Hopper should have been blasted through the opening gate somehow. If he was gonna survive what happened, it should have been that he got blasted into the Upside Down, and he's been in there, surviving on his own somehow for months.

or maybe not entirely on his own. one of the Russian soldiers got blasted through with him. some guy named Dmitri. You know the one.

He knows enough English to talk to Hopper, but he doesn't reveal this for like a month because it pisses Hopper off and they are busy being enemies. Well. Mostly enemies. They band together when they have to, to stay alive. They turn Hawkins into a little war zone. It's mostly against each other since not much actually lives there for a while. When stuff does show up it has to deal with them having Home Alone'd the town against each other except they both know what the other one's doing anyway, so they can both use all the traps.

It's not like they're friends (they're a little bit friends).

Vecna turns up after a bit, with all his fuckin' bats, and they get ousted. They don't go far. Vecna's plans are actually delayed by like a month because stupid shit keeps happening when he goes into the town, courtesy of our two little shits. They're not even doing anything new, it's just all the leftover booby traps and shit.

Anyway please imagine everyone's surprise when the fruity four turn up and get spotted by Hopper and Dmitri, who join in on going home. What have they been eating all this time? Listen, just don't ask. it did NOT taste like chicken. They just want a beer and some pizza, and then also in on whatever the new plan is.

forget the frankly boring as fuck russian prison garbage, I want upside down shenanigans. hopper still finds a whole fucking actual sword in someone's house tho. that can stay.

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[sweet-villain]

The Very Last Time~ E.M

Anonymous asked:

Now since you did fluff one shot of EM, now you have to do angst EM one shot🤗🤗

Angst

Angry tears ran down his cheeks as he stared at you from across the room.

" I wish you disappeared!" he shouted, his nose scrunched up and fist by his side. Your mouth was a jar as you stared in disbelief at him. He was suppose to be your best friend, the one person you trusted, the one person that made you feel like you weren't alone.

Those words hurt as it left his mouth. He regretted them as soon as they did watching your face falls. He wanted to say he didn't mean it but you stood there telling him how Chrissy Cunningham pitted him. She didn't like him and she was using him to get Jason Carver jealous.

You left the trailer after that, he barely spoke to you until you, Eddie and the gang were going to the Upside Down to defeat Vecna.

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹

You kept hearing the chimes and the voice inside your mind, calling your name. You kept getting headaches and headaches, they were not stopping.

" Y/N, oh dear stupid Y/N" the voice spoke to you. You gasped when everything changed and it was pitch black. Footsteps were heard from behind you and your head snapped so fast that before you got a chance to blink, he stood in front of you.

A monster.

" I have big plans for you" it said. This was Vecna. He hummed as he looked down at you. " You have a gift" he continues. The gift he was talking about was that you were a healer.

" I'm not helping you" you spatted. You weren't scared of him. He chuckled as he leaned in, " Yes you will if you want to keep your friends and the little crush you have on that stupid Edward boy."

" Leave Eddie and my friends out of this" he smirks as hums.

" Join me" he says. You looked into his cold and empty eyes. You knew and felt that Eddie will never feel the same way about you and he hatted you already. You friends were the only thing that mattered to you. You had to keep them safe.

" Fine" you say. Vecna chuckles dark. You had made a deal with the devil. "What do I do?"

" When the time comes, you will know"

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹

" Eddie! You have to stay with me, I don't care if you hate me or not but this isn't how this is suppose to go!" you shouted holding Eddie's hand as blood ooze from his mouth.

" It's finally my year" he says as he looks at you, " I never hated you" a cold feeling reaches up your spine. This was a way Vecna was telling you something.

" Life for a life" you heard Vecna in your mind. You could heal Eddie and save him but you were trading your life for his. Dustin kneeling by your side as he cried looking down at his best friend. You looked at him, cupping his face.

" It will be okay" your own tears fell down your cheeks. He sniffled as he trusted you for that moment. Your hand placed on Eddies chest.

" Sweets, what are you doing?" he asks, wincing. You didn't give him an answer and placed your hand on his chest and closed his eyes. They knew you were able to heal but not really knowing how much or really if you could heal a person.

Eddie had so much to live for. He needed to graduate.

You? You didn't have a family, you felt alone and he was more important than you. A light appears behind your hand and Eddie's doe eyes shined as he watched with Dustin.

Dustin smiled knowing you were healing Eddie.

" You're really doing it!" Dustin shouts. " Oh my god, wait till everyone hears about this" he adds. But then the light disappears and Eddie shoots up with a gasp.

He's alive. Dustin is hugging him to notice you had gotten up from your feet and slowly back up as fire appears as a line to block them from saving you.

This was your choice.

" Where is Y/N?" Eddie asks as he looks around. His eyes turn to look at the fire and your on the other side, watching him. He runs to it, feeling the heat off of it.

" What is this?" He says.

" This was my choice, Eddie. I need you to live" his eyes are glossy and filled with tears. " No! Come back to me" he says. You shake your head.

" I've loved you for so long Eddie, I want you to know that every smile you sent me, every hug we shared, every laugh, every smile, every sleep over, every time we smoked together, every moment we shared, I kept it close to my heart..."

" I love you too!" Eddie shouts, " whatever this is, I want to be with you"

" You can't" Steve, Robin and Nancy run up to the two and see you on the other side. " What is this?" Robin asks.

" Y/N?" Steve asks. Tears fall down your cheeks as you look at all of your friends. Remembering the moment you had with them. You loved them all.

" I love you all so much, thank you for letting me part of your lives"

" Y/N, please" you sniffled.

" I made a deal with Vecna. In order to keep you all safe, he's going to take me and then Eddie, I had to save you. You have so much to live for, every one will miss you and I couldn't have that. You can have your life with Chrissy. You can have everything you want"

He shakes his head, " I won't have you."

You look down feeling the vine raising up your foot.

" I'm so sorry" you tell them. " Thank you for everything" the vine reaches up and lift you up in the air. Nancy raises her gun to aim at it but your in the way and if she shoots, she will kill you.

They stare in horror, not knowing what to do. " Do something!" Eddie shouts at his friends. His hands are shaking as he looks up at you.

You let out a gasp as one of the vines go through your heart. A chuckle is heard as your body drops to the ground. The fire had died down as they race towards you.

Eddie takes you in his arms, shaking you and begging you to wake up. There is a hole in your chest as your head hangs with your eyes having no life in it.

" Come back to me!" Eddie shouting. Nancy has her hand over her mouth, Robins head is in Steve's chest. Steve is standing numb. Dustin is crying by Eddie's side, shouting your name.

It looks like Eddie did get his wish. You had disappeared saving your friends and the one boy that stole your heart.

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[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

Part 1 | . . . | Part 56 | Part 57 | Part 58

They get out of the Upside Down no problem; it’s a short trek back to the portal, a quick hop through, and soon they’re all stumbling back into the Harrington house.

Steve immediately makes his way to El, who’s in the living room, and scoops her up into a hug. “You did it!” He cheers. “I’m so proud of you, Ellie,” he continues, whispering to her.

“Thank you,” she whispers back, letting her eyes slip shut. “Can I sleep now?”

“Of course you can,” he murmurs, shifting to pick her up. “I’ll bring you up to bed, m’kay?”

She yawns big enough he fears for her jaw. “Your bed?”

“Sure thing, Ellie. Sleep as long as you want, m’kay?”

“M’kay,” she murmurs, letting her head loll back onto his shoulder. He smiles, kisses her forehead, and stands. He smiles wider when he notices her smile.

Eddie appears in front of him, wide-eyed. “She okay?”

“Yeah,” Steve smiles. “Just tired. I’m gonna put her in my room. Wanna help round up the rugrats and figure out food?”

Eddie bites his lip. “About that. Joyce is taking hers home, Nancy’s taking Mike, and Dustin and Lucas have already called their parents for rides. I think Hopper dipped the second he was able.”

Steve snorts. “Sounds about right. You wanna head home too, I guess?”

Eddie shrugs, a smile playing on his lips as he gestures towards Steve’s room, beginning to walk with him. “I could. But I’ll have more time with Wayne. I’m not sure about you.” His smile falls. “Another thing we haven’t talked about, I guess. And I don’t know if we’ll have time. Maybe after, I don’t know. But I’ve got time with you now, I guess is what I’m trying to say?” He hides behind a piece of hair.

Steve glances down at El, confirming she’s still asleep, then pecks Eddie’s cheek. “I’d like you to stay,” he murmurs. “If you want to.”

Eddie’s eyes crinkle. “I’ll go tell Wayne.”

He leaves, and Steve continues the walk upstairs. “Steve?” A small voice asks, and he looks down.

“Yeah, Ellie?”

“You and Eddie are good together, I think.”

He smiles at her. “I’d like to think so, too.”

He tucks her in and finds Robin waiting outside his door. “Hey.” He smiles and tucks her under his arm. “What’s up?”

She looks up at him. “It’s really over?”

He sighs, looks away, runs a hand through his hair. “I mean. I hope so? Vecna’s gone at least. And I’ll tell Alli to make me apply to Scoops if the mall gets built, if that helps. If we’re not friends in this time when we go back to our time. Damn, this is confusing.” He sighs again. “I dunno, Robbie. But I really think it is over.”

Robin hums, leans into him. “I hope so.” She sighs too. “It just feels like we’re waiting for the next shoe to drop.”

“I know.” He turns, pulls her into a real hug. “Wanna stay over?”

“Is Eddie gonna?”

“I can send him home. You take precedence here.”

She gives him a small smile. “Love you, Dingus.”

“Love you too, Robbie.” He squeezes her. “What about it? You, me, rocky road ice cream?”

She chuckles. “How about a big sleepover? The three of us?”

“Or maybe the four of us?” Allison pokes her head around the corner, teasing smile in place. “Or am I not cool enough to hang out with you?”

Steve chuckles. “You’re cooler than I am, Alli. Of course you can join.” He suddenly points at both of them. “But I want no joking or whispering if Eddie and I do anything, alright?”

Robin gasps. “But Steve! What about my delicate lesbian sensibilities?”

Steve rolls. “You’re raunchier than I am, Robs.”

She snorts inelegantly. “Yeah, alright. Just nothing too PG-13-rated, okay?”

Steve turns pleading eyes on his sister. “Alli?”

She narrows her eyes at him. “We won’t say anything about kissing with no tongue. Anything else is fair game.”

“I wouldn’t do anything else with you in the room,” he retorts, then sticks a hand out. “Shake on it.”

She smirks. “Pleasure doing business with you.”

Steve makes a face and wipes his hand on his pants. “Don’t make me sound like Dad!”

Allison cackles. “Your face! Oh my god, that was great.” She ruffles his hair. “We won’t say anything as long as it’s just a little kiss, alright?”

Steve rolls his eyes. “And if we end up talking about us? About what we’re doing?”

Allison tilts her head. “Would you want us there? As a sounding board?”

Steve shrugs helplessly. “Kinda? But I feel like this is something we should do on our own, too.”

Allison exchanges a look with Robin. “I think it’s time to teach you the ways of being a woman, Steve. We share everything with each other. Especially this stuff. It can be really helpful to have a sounding board.”

Steve eyes her. “Even if you’re biased?”

“We’ll do our best to stay unbiased,” Robin promises. “Deal?”

He grins and squeezes her again. “Deal.”

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[dual1pa]

on the brink of death

warnings: angst, swearing, y/n watches steve shower (nothing sexual happens)

steve harrington x reader (using she/her pronouns)

send requests pls

the group felt like they were hit by a truck... if the truck was a bunch of psycho bat creatures and a dude named Vecna was plotting to destroy the town of Hawkins, Indiana.

the car ride home was silent. steve was furious at her, his girlfriend, amongst his friends to put themselves in danger to save him, when he told them repeatedly that he was going to be okay.

it was still dark out, her watch read 10:38PM. Luckily, no one in the car should get in trouble since they aren't out past their curfew. She stared out the window, staring at the trees and other landscapes. As the minutes went by, the car had less people in it as they were all "safe" in their homes.

"Do you want to stay with me, tonight? Parents aren't home," Steve said softly.

She looked over at him and nodded.

He pulled slowly up his driveway and put the car in park. It was dark out now that the lights were out. She heard Steve get out of the car, she quickly followed him up to the front door, closing and locking it behind her. She watched as he walked up the stairs and took off the vest that Eddie gave him so he wasn't half-naked in the upside down. He chucked it in his laundry bag and went into the bathroom to turn the shower on. He stripped off the rest of his dirty closed and got in the shower. She could tell he was pissed off since he didn't ask if she wanted to join him.

She closed the toilet seat and sat down on top of it. Yes, she was also as dirty as he was, she could wait. She rested her chin on her knee and watched through the fogged-up glass as her boyfriend washed the dirt and grime off his body. She heard the water turn off as he looked at her and rid his body of water.

"are we going to talk about it?" she asked.

"Talk about what?"

"What you do mean 'talk about what?' what happened tonight."

"Look, I don't want to, okay? It was pretty fucking stressful, for me especially. So, just go shower and let's go to sleep."

"What? You don't think I was stressed? Watching the boy i love dive deep into the dark water of Lover's Lake? Not knowing if he was going to come back up? THEN watching you get sucked back down? You have no idea how worried I was for you, Steve Harrington. You can't do this to me."

"I TOLD YOU to stay on the boat... whatever you see or hear. I would have been fine."

"Clearly not, had to beat the fuck out of some demoboats in order for them to stop eating your insides," she screamed, tears coming out of her eyes as she had to say those words.

He hung his head, reminding himself of the large scar on his side.

She huffed, walking over to his side of the bed, and sat down next to him.

"I know you wanted to be the hero, Steve, but it's just not possible, not in this situation. You can't handle this on your own and we were there to help you."

"No, I don't want you there."

"Why not?"

"BECAUSE," raised his voice, causing her to jump, then he instantly regretted it, "Because, I've never met a girl quite like you before. You're very special to me and I really don't want to lose that."

"Hey, listen, you're scared, i'm scared, we're all fucking scared. However, it's up to us to fight Vecna, to fight the demobats, you can't do it alone Steve, hate to break it to you, but that's the way it is. I know you want to protect me and want what's best for me, but I care about you too steve."

The room was silent for a few moments, she knew that Steve knew she was right.

As she was getting up to get a shower when he stopped her. He got up with her and kissed her passionately. Both hands were pressed to her face as her hands rest on his chest. His forehead rested on her.

"Just... don't leave me, okay? I want to have a life without you outside this stupid town."

"Never."

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[wheelercurse]

This is going to be a hot take, and I know people will boo me (they hated Jesus, too), but I understand why people think Will was childish because he kind of was. And that was an essential part of his arc and development in season 3.

Stay with me. Let me explain it better.

Season three central themes were change and growing up. It's where their coming-of-age story started. Will was very insistent on playing d&d, more than his other friends. They were leaving their childhood behind, but Will held onto it much more than the others. And that's understandable because part of his childhood was taken away by Vecna. He spent one week in the UD, and when he returned, he wasn't the same. Then he was possessed by the mindflayer. He was that way for his trauma.

Does that mean the message was that he should stop playing games (d&d) like Mike insinuated? Absolutely not.

Mike had this mindset because his arc was the opposite. He was determined to fit in with society's expectations of a teenage boy (dating girls instead of playing games). He was on the other extreme of the spectrum.

That’s why they ended their arc in a middle ground. Will put his game in the donation box (accepting moving on from his childhood), and Mike agreed to keep playing with him (accepting more of his nerdy side)

Back to my point, it was an essential part of his arc because it was a big reason for the breakdown in Castle Byers. If you think he only destroyed it because of his love for Mike or his struggle with his sexuality, you don't fully understand the scene. Of course, it was part of it, and many didn't get it on the first watch. But it was also about growing up and confronting that his childhood was gone.

The breakdown is a culmination of many things that Will was dealing with: his lost childhood, his trauma, his alienation (he knows he's different because he doesn't like girls, and because of what happened in the Upside Down), his struggle with his sexuality, his feelings for Mike.

He wanted to play d&d more than his other friends when they were focused on girls. Of course, he wasn't immature for not liking them. But he knew he wasn't interested in them, and seeing his friends with girlfriends, made him feel more alienated. More when Mike told him, "It's not my fault you don't like girls." He wanted things to be like they used to be when they were little kids, but of course, it wasn't the same. That's why he remembered all these memories of the party and then tore up the photograph.

Also, the rain fight was about growing up. That's the first layer to understand this scene. As I said, Mike and Will's arcs were on the opposite side of the spectrum. One changed much of himself to conform, and the other refused change. These opposing views clashed and provoked the fight.

I won't deny that Mike and Lucas were assholes for making fun of Will. Of course, he was right to get mad at them. That's also why the boys apologised to him. Mike was also in the wrong for ditching his friends and being extra focused on his girlfriend.

But the fight was a pivotal scene for both of their development. And we see the fruition in their last scene together.

So, the season's message wasn't that you should leave your interests behind because you grew up, but life's changing, and you can't avoid it.

They literally spelt it out at the end:

"I don't want things to change. So maybe that's why I came in here, to try to stop that change. To turn back the clock. To make things go back to how they were. But I know that's naive. It's just not how life works. It's moving. Always moving whether you like it or not."

We have to take into account also the show's themes: against conformity, embracing being different, and accepting yourself. Of course, the message would never be, "you should stop being a nerd and conform." That's why we see the heroes joining another d&d club and Will making a d&d painting for Mike. I said this because if you want to understand characters' arcs, first, you have to grasp the main themes.

#this is inspired by one of marie's ask about the Duffers' writing choices #some of their writing choices are very questionable but this message to me it's pretty clear #I know many of you disagree with me but I can't keep this anymore #trying to erase Will refused change in life #it's not getting half of his arc #byler #<- puts this in the tag and runs away screaming