#but thank you joyce for letting me ramble

[bastart13]

I got the go ahead from @jilljoycearts to do an art analysis/comparison to how she approaches the Arcana style in comparison to the game and myself! She's been a really inspiring artist to compare and contrast during my art development so it's cool to write this all down. Go follow her on her tumblr or instagram (same name.) I highly recommend her personal art, looking at her patreon, or getting a commission if possible. She drew Abosede for me once and I still look at it.

Anyway!

In comparison to the game art, I'd describe her art as the Arcana minus my art. She nails the lineweight variation that makes it so iconic and there's a detail and cleanliness in her art that I aspire to. She makes sure her lineart and colouring is neat and rendered, with a lot of lines that accent the body seen in Dana Rune's artwork especially.

(eg. the tapering of the fingers and lines for the wrists and forearm)

Rendering-wise, one of the most iconic things in her style is how she renders shiny materials and hair. Out of all the Arcana artists, it reminds me a lot of Veronica Liwski, but even then extra attention is put into the specific interaction of light and shadow. This extends to the rendering, where she tends towards stark lighting with dark shadows and high contrast light. There's usually three layers of lighting for added depth to the figures.

The anatomy of her style is where it differs most from the Arcana. It has less exaggerated proportions and posing; the eyes are smaller, the hair is drawn with smaller, more proportional curls/locks, and the faces aren't as sharp or long. The nose especially sticks out to me, having more of a blunt/squarish shape to how it interacts with the mouth in contrast to the drastic angles in the game.

One way I'd describe the overal compositional differences is that Joyce draws at more of a distance. The lineart is thicker and the characters are often drawn further away from the "camera" than the game (though this is in part to drawing more multi-character illustrations.) There's less texture in her art as well. I'd assume this is from the brushes she uses, but the neatness of her lineart and rendering gives it a very smooth appearance. The lineart doesn't have the same loose texture or opacity change, making it precise where the game art isn't.

My own art has less technical skill (I envy her ability to draw faces at angles) but it's looser in how I exaggerate the expressions and rough-in lighting with a low-opacity brush. It's always been a fascinating point of reference for art styles. She mostly drew Asra, Julian, and Lucio, with some Nadia, fitting her more angular art style where Muriel and Portia have some softer shapes.

#the arcana #not art #art analysis #art style #i don't know how to tag this #but thank you joyce for letting me ramble

[steddieas-shegoes]

hate to remember you like this

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'angst with a happy ending' rated m wc: 1000 cw: mention of car accident, medical emergency, temporary amnesia tags: post-break up, assumed unrequited feelings, getting back together

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"Eddie, it's Steve."

Robin's words echoed in his head as he boarded the plane.

He left Steve three years ago because Steve told him to go, told him that if his dreams were so big that he couldn't stay then he had to leave and not come back.

Steve refused to talk to him since, refused to visit when all the kids came to his shows, refused to show up to Christmas at Wayne's.

So he shouldn't be on this flight to see Steve.

But Robin had insisted that Steve asked for him, and Eddie couldn't ignore the immediate need to be there for him.

Despite time, distance, and the constant feelings of regret mixed with heartbreak and anger, he still only wanted Steve.

He didn't know what happened, just that Steve had been in a medically induced coma for over 24 hours and the moment he woke up, he was begging for someone to get Eddie.

Robin had mentioned that he didn't seem to have all of his memories, but didn't tell him any details on which memories he may be missing.

He sat in his seat and hoped that whatever he was walking into would be closure for his heart.

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The kids were all sitting in the waiting room when he arrived at the hospital.

The moment Will saw him, hell broke loose.

"Who called you?" he asked.

"Robin. Are they letting people back?" Eddie asked.

"You shouldn't be here," Will said.

Eddie looked at his stance and couldn't help but smile. Will had grown incredibly protective of Steve after Eddie left, much to everyone's surprise.

"He asked for me. I promised I'd come if he ever needed me."

Everyone was quiet for a moment.

"Room 186. He was awake a little while ago, but they're only letting two people in at a time and Robin and Joyce have been with him for the last hour."

"Thanks."

Room 186 wasn't far down the hall. He could hear Joyce's motherly tone fussing while Robin sounded like she was rambling to herself.

When he walked into the room, his breath caught in his throat.

Steve was bruised, and half of his head was wrapped in bandages that looked like they needed to be changed.

But he gave Eddie a soft smile.

A smile he didn't deserve.

"Baby, tell Joyce to stop worrying herself to death over me. I'm fine."

Baby.

Robin and Joyce glanced over at Eddie, waiting for his reaction.

"I got it from here, Joyce," Eddie smiled at her and Robin, understanding coming over him swiftly.

"Alright, Eddie's got ya for a bit, but I'll be in the waiting room if you need me," Robin said, patting Steve's hand.

She gave Eddie a death glare on her way out of the room, silently suggesting that he would need a room at the hospital if he dared to hurt Steve in any way.

He sat down next to Steve, taking in his injuries.

"What took you so long?" Steve asked him, pouting slightly.

"Sorry, sweetheart. Got caught up with the band."

"But it's Wednesday. You don't have practice on Wednesdays."

Eddie sighed.

"Stevie, what year is it?" Had no one checked him for a concussion at any point in the last 12 hours?

"1988."

"It's 1991. You remember my band made it?" Eddie was going to get murdered by Robin for ruining whatever fantasy Steve's mind had settled on.

"What? But-" Steve's brows drew together as he tried to work through his own thoughts and memories. "You guys made it?"

"Yeah, we did."

They sat in silence while Steve processed.

Eddie felt the moment his memory started to come back, the room suddenly going cold.

"You left."

"Steve-"

"You left me," his voice broke, much like it had the night he screamed at Eddie as he walked out the door.

"I did."

"Why'd you come?"

"You asked me to. I'll always come when you ask."

Steve looked at him, his eyes heavy from whatever cocktail of drugs were flowing through his system, glassy with unshed tears.

"Then why did you leave?"

"You asked me to."

"I wanted you to stay. I always wanted you to stay."

"I wanted you to come with me."

They were both tense, Eddie's hands curled into fists against his thighs and Steve's body curling in on itself, preparing for a fight Eddie wasn't going to give him.

"I couldn't."

"I know."

"So, you'll leave again and I'll stay?" Steve asked, choking back a wet sound that Eddie recognized as a sob.

"I'll be here as long as you need me."

Steve searched his face.

"Why now?"

"Because you asked. Because I know what it's like to leave you and I know it's not worth missing you." Eddie gulped. "Because I love you too much to walk away from you again. Not unless it's what you want."

"I never want that."

"Then I'll be right here," Eddie reached for his hand, holding it gently in his own.

"You can't, though. You made it, Eds."

"I'll figure it out. We'll figure it out. Okay?"

Steve stayed silent for a while, but didn't pull his hand away.

"You'll stay while we figure it out?" he finally asked.

"Yeah. As long as it takes."

"Seal it with a kiss?" Steve asked, the way he did when he asked for Eddie to promise that he'd take out the trash, or stop at the store, or love him always.

Eddie leaned in and pressed his lips to Steve's.

Steve smiled as he pulled away.

"First thing to figure out: a new car."

"You totaled it?"

"She was good to me for so long. Unfortunately, she took things worse than I did."

Hard to believe looking at how swollen and bruised most of Steve was.

But they sat and talked through his plans for another car, something he could take on longer road trips to visit all the kids at school, see a few of Eddie's shows.

They'd figure it out.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddieholidaydrabbles #angst with a happy ending

[sunsh1n3s]

— he doesn’t talk much ( don hume x reader )

a.n. after long demand and long wait- here is my first don hume piece. one should be coming out soon also. not the real don hume, just thought to preface that. and take my writing lightly, it’s been a minute.

contains. swearing, gn!reader, if you squint could have some fem!reader themes only bc im feminine so it may slip in accidentally

a party celebrating the winning hometown rowing team was the biggest talk. y/n couldn’t imagine themselves actually paying attention to the sport. they were busy with their own things, but with convincing they ended up one of the thousands of people who watched in the crowd.

what also added to their interest was the stroke of the boat, don hume. y/n had him in a class of theirs, he was quiet, studious, and was like the others; just wanted in and out of the class. they missed small segments of notes to look at him. nobody noticed their interest, hardly noticed him until he beat the schools biggest rival.

“come on y/n, support your guy.” joyce teased, making y/n let out a laugh. joyce watched as her friend smiled, “he’s not my guy, joyce.” y/n stated and walked into the study commons with her. “well he’s caught your eye and,” joyce looked around her, looking back at them “do you really think he’s gonna find someone else? he doesn’t talk to many.” joyce said. y/n sighed and sat down with their things. joyce sat across from them and stared, pleading with her eyes. “fine, you’re right.” they agreed.

joyce walked with y/n to their destination, joyce was there to support joe and y/n was there for don. they claimed they were there for everyone, but joyce knew it wasn’t the case. after admitting their crush on him to joyce, they knew they’d regret it.

with their flags and spirit, the two cheered on the team. they watched as the flag with down and the boys started rowing like crazy. it was impressive, the way they all moved in sync and flowed beautifully. joyce got y/n to scream and cheer, don’s name slipped out their mouth a few times.

as they passed teams and were head to head with california; their biggest rival, y/n swore from then on their hand was numb from joyce. they smiled at the strong grip she had on their hand, but it did hurt.

everyone cheered yet had the urge to hold their breath, “cmon boys.” y/n spoke, leaning on joyce. they passed california and everyone around y/n screamed. joyce and y/n embraced one another in a hug, moving down to the guys that finished the race, their guys.

the boys noticed joyce and y/n, as joyce locked eyes with joe, y/n caught a shared glance with don. they smiled at him and he smiled but looked away; obviously flushed. the coxswain looked up at them, back at don, and back at them with a grin. y/n covered their face and turned on their heel to joyce.

y/n awkwardly stood near joyce and joe, talking with roger until the coxswain came up. “hey, y/n right?” he asked, y/n nodded. “i’m bobby, and i saw your glances to my buddy donny, he’s not a talker but the look he gave you said enough. why don’t we go talk to him?” he rambled, without an answer from them, he led them to don.

“hi don, congratulations.” y/n greeted, don looked from the water to them. bobby’s hands left the sides of their arms and he walked away. don smiled, getting the courage to talk. “i-uh thank you.” he said. y/n smiled and he swore his heart was theirs. “so there’s a big party after, am i gonna see you dancing there?” they asked, their grin turned into laughter while he nervously smiled.

“i don’t dance.” he shook his head. y/n crossed their arms, somewhat smug, “and you don’t talk so much, but here you are talking to me, so would you care to dance with me?” they used the adrenaline of watching the competition as courage to ask for a dance.

don’s eyes widened and he tried to stay calm, “yeah-! yeah sure i would.” he stuttered. they nodded, smiling, “alright, i won’t drag much out of you now. but congratulations again, don. i’ll see you tonight.” they bid their goodbye and he waved, looking for bobby while they looked for joyce.

“you actually spoke to someone other than your team- plus someone attractive” “shut up bobby.”

the dance was one to remember. it was crowded and people were tipsy. it was a lovely night filled with celebration and happiness. girls left and right talked with the guys, but few of the guys had main interest in certain ones.

y/n entered much later than joyce, which was noticed by don. he even mustered up the courage to ask bobby, who asked joyce; who would tell y/n later on once they sat in joyce’s room thinking over their night.

don kept an eye out for them; afraid he was stood up. but they arrived, and it was like his nerves skyrocketed. don resorted to the bench that was placed in the room. there they were, dressed all fancy, beautiful. he looked around in case they caught him staring, but he failed to hide it once he looked back at them and they had just met his eyes. a smile spread across their face, and beside them a smile was seen on bobby’s. they walked over and sat next to him, “wanna dance?” they asked, face close to his ear because the music was so damn loud.

don looked at them, their faces were close. y/n flashed him yet another smile, without a word he nodded and they got up. they held out their hand and he took it, following y/n to where the rest of his buddies were. don felt more comfortable around them, but they didn’t help in the moment as they whooped and shook his shoulders. it didn’t seem to bother y/n, as they smiled up at him. he couldn’t help but smile back.

their hand in his and they moved with one another, y/n was impressed with his rhythm. he was probably the only guy in the gang that knew how to dance and stay with the song.

in the middle of their dance, tipsy bobby came up to the pair with the rest of the guys. “y/n have you seen don’s talent?” he asked, their eyebrows furrowed and they raised one while looking at don. “talent? no i haven’t heard nor seen.” they answered cautiously. “really? give me a sec.” he excused himself and ran to the stage.

“don’t embarrass me.” he said to his teammates, his hand gripping y/n’s. they laughed at the sight, squeezing his hand in a reassuring way. soon bobby made a speech and the guys dragged don over to the piano. a smile rested on y/n’s face and they watched as they forcefully sat him down at the piano.

the boys returned to y/n, nudging them jokingly but paying attention to don. he played and y/n’s smile grew, that’s how he knew how to dance or follow a rhythm.

in awe, they listened to him play and watched him relax. they joined the crowd in singing and dancing, moving around with bobby and taking glances at don. it was short, but he got up with a nervous small grin. don’s eyes met y/n’s as they beamed and clapped; and he bowed, to be polite but just for them.

everyone calmed and it was like the man couldn’t get off the stage fast enough, thanking the people he passed and they nudged or slapped his shoulders. he politely brushed off the girls who flirted or whoever’s looks lingered too long. he just wanted to return to y/n.

once he did, it was like he was safe. “you get more amazing everyday, don hume. did you know that? and even more attractive.” they complimented. his face got red and he smiled, “thank you.” he accepted.

something gave don the courage to make a move he’d never expect to make. whether it was the slight alcohol, adrenaline rush of the attention, or the urge to make a move forever; he didn’t care, he was thankful regardless.

don gently held their face and brought them to a kiss. they melted into it and returned the action. cheering from don’s mates and people around them made them both go red. they pulled back with beaming smiles; what a night to remember.

— j note. i hope you enjoyed! i don’t have any dividers yet i just don’t feel the urge to find or use any so if it’s sloppy formatting just tell me to get some. but i hope this didn’t feel rushed or too much- it’s been a while since i’ve written something.

#don hume x reader #don hume x gn!reader #don hume #jack mulhern #boys in the boat x reader #x reader #the boys in the boat #boys in the boat #j’s imagines

[obessedwithfictionalmen]

Training

Joe Rantz X Ulbrickson!Reader

Summary: When Joe Rantz meets his coach's daughter. He develops a crush...

Warning: 18+/ blowjob/ Swearing/ Mean Joyce (she's a sweetheart, but in this, she's annoying)/ historical sexism/ use of Y/n/

Word count: 1.6k

A/n: Guys! I just watched The boys in the Boat and I'm in love with Joe Rantz. Thanks for the request! Hope you enjoy❤️

The first training for the new rowing team. Al Ulbrickson, his daughter and other people made their way to the dock. ‘’Honey, can you go upstairs? The boys need their maximum focus, it’s their first training and I don’t want them to be distracted by you.’’ Her father asked. Normally, she would’ve complained, saying it wasn’t fair. But her father was already stressed, so she nodded and went upstairs, to watch the training while she did her homework. She was studying to be a teacher, even though it wasn’t her first choice, she wanted to help design the boats, but engineering wasn’t an option for woman. ‘’Distracting, yeah, my outfit is distracting, its like a million degrees outside, try wearing a blouse!’’ she whispered, complaining about her father. She also wore pants, just like her mother. She liked skirts, but pants were better. She pulled her things out of her bag and started to work.

He was exhausted and his body hurt. The other guys on the team went away, but when he saw a light upstairs, he decided to let his curiosity win. She heard footsteps coming up, but when a man that was not her dad opened the door, she was surprised. But she recognized him, he was in class with her. ‘’Oh, sorry I thought the room was empty. ‘’ He said. ‘’Hey you’re Joe Rantz, right?’’ she asked. He looked at her, he thought that she was beautiful, and really cool for wearing pants. ‘’Yeah, but I’m sorry I don’t remember your name.’’ he said, shyly. ‘’Don’t worry, I’m Y/n’’ she extended her hand. They shook hands. His were rough, it showed that his body was tired. ‘’Rough day?’’ she asked. ‘’Yeah, what are you doing up here alone?’’ he asked. ‘’Uh, my dad is, uh, the coach’’ she mumbled. ‘’And he didn’t want me to be by the dock, he was scared that I would distract the boys.’’ She was nervous, but for no reason at all. He was really handsome, and it intimidated her, usually, she didn’t have trouble speaking with boys. But that blonde boy was making it hard to look at him in the eyes. ‘’Well, he’s right, you’re really pretty, and I would’ve been distracted.’’ He flirted. She blushed and bit her bottom lip. Just when she was going to say something, her dad comes in the office. ‘’Y/n let’s – Joe, what are you doing here?’’ he asks. ‘’Nothing coach, I, uh, I thought someone let one of the lights open, so I came to check’’ he stutters. ‘’It’s okay, dad, he and I have a class together, I know him’’ Y/n came to his rescue. ‘’Alright, go home, get some rest. Come on Y/n, I’ll bring you back to your dorm.’’ He spoke. She decided to stay on campus, she wanted her parents to have the house for themselves and she wanted the hole experience.

Weeks passed since they first met, they kept talking and they sat next to each other in class. But now, he couldn’t be fins, today was the first race and coach wanted them to be there early. Joe was at the library, when he was about to leave, a girl he went to school with stopped him. ‘’You’re Joe Rantz, I remember you, you had a huge crush on me in 4th grade’’ Joyce rambled. Joe wanted nothing more than leave, to avoid being late, but Joyce was holding him. Y/n was running in the halls to try and find the missing blonde, when she ran past the library, she finally found him, with Joyce. She entered the room, sweating from the running she just did. ‘’Finally, Joe!’’ she said, walking up to him. Joyce stared at her, judging her. ‘’Joe, we have to go, you’re almost late.’’ She panted. ‘’Hi, I’m Joyce! And this is Joe, but he’s nervous right now, so he’s not very chatty’’ she said. Y/n wanted to roll her eyes, but she managed to put a fake smile on her lips. ‘’Nice to meet you, and I know who he is. Come on’’ he was packing his stuff as Joyce walked away. ‘’By the way, did you ever lose that crush?’’ she teased as she left the room. Joe wanted to explain that she was just a friend, and an annoying fan. ‘’Y/n – ‘’ she cut him off. ‘’I don’t care, explain later, you have to go!’’ she rushed him.

He'd just won the race! He felt so happy! He’d work so hard to get there, and now he just won his first race. She felt so happy! Her dad’s team just won! They were gonna have a party to celebrate. She decided to leave to go and get ready, she had the perfect dress for the occasion. It was a baby blue long dress with small puffy short sleeves. It was simple, but really pretty, she let her long hair down and putted white heels on. 2 hours later, she stepped inside the reception room, with the loud music. She didn’t see Joe, but he saw her. The second she stepped in the room, he spotted her. Joyce was becoming a problem, not wanting to leave him. ‘’Joyce, you’re really great, but please I need space.’’ He said, trying not to sound mean. The second she left him, Joe almost ran to Y/n. She saw him walking towards her, Joyce was not with him, so she smiled. ‘’Hi!’’ he said. She had to lean in to reach his ear do they could hear the other. ‘’Hi, congratulations on the win!’’ she said. He had trouble hearing her. After they tried to yell in the other’s ear, the decided to go somewhere quiet. They went to her dorm room, she was on the first floor, the only room there. Being the Coach’s daughter had its privileges. When she shut the door, they were both standing up. ‘’Look, Y/n about earlier. – ‘’ he begun. ‘’Joe, it’s okay, you don’t have to explain yourself to me. You’re an adult, you do what you want, with who you want, as long as it doesn’t affect the team, your okay’’ she said, hiding the pain in her voice. She didn’t want him to be with Joyce. She developed a crush on him over the past weeks. He did too, he thought she was amazing, and so smart. ‘’Y/n, I don’t care about Joyce. And I don’t have a crush on her, I have a crush on you!’’ he confessed, his confession wasn’t supposed to be heard. She blushed and smile. ‘’I, uh, I’m sorry I – ‘’ she cut him off by quickly kissing him. She kissed him before her brain starts to panic. When they broke the kiss, he was red, so was she. ‘’I have a crush on you too, Joe’’ she admitted. She saw that he was not believing what just happened, so she pulled him by the tie and kissed him again. ‘’You deserve a reward for your win today’’ she whispered.

He wasn’t a virgin, but he wasn’t the most experienced person on earth. When she said those words, he thought he was going to faint. ‘’I know your stiff, and we don’t want to make it worse, sit down’’ she said, pointing her bed. He didn’t know what she was going to do, but when she straddled his lap to kiss him, he knew that she was in charge. ‘’You’re okay with this?’’ she asked him. He nodded and kissed her again. ‘’You trust me?’’ he nodded again. She felt him get hard underneath her, so when she dropped to her knees, she took his pants with her. He never got sucked before, the guys on the team said it was amazing, he was about to find out. She spat on his dick, before taking him in her mouth. He was big, but she’d done it before, so she didn’t gag. She started to bob her head at a medium pace, not wanting to torture him, but not making him cum too fast. ‘’Holy shit’’ he moaned as his hand found her hair. He felt really good, he was so excited. He just won a race, and the girl he has a crush on, feels the same thing, and is currently sucking him off. He was in heaven. She felt him jerk his hips a little, after all, he didn’t do it for a long time. And he had roommates, it was hard to jerk off. She took him further down her throat, making him moan again. ‘’Y/n, oh my, this is a-a-amazing. Shit’’ his brain was starting to malfunction. She felt him twitch in her mouth, she moaned on his dick. The vibration from the sound she just made drove him crazy. ‘’ I’m gonna cum, shit Y/n, I’m gonna – ‘’ his sentence was cut short by his orgasm. His sperm went down her throat as she swallowed. He was feeling euphoric. She got up, wiping her mouth. She smiled at him, seeing how beautiful he was.

‘’Thank you, it was amazing.’’ He praised her. She blushed and looked at him while he laid down in her bed. She went to lay next to him. ‘’I’m really proud of you, Joe Rantz’’ she whispered. ‘’And I really like you, Y/n Ulbrickson’’ he said, kissing the top of her head. ‘’When you win in Berlin, would you let me wear the gold medal?’’ she asked him. ‘’Of course I will, so does that mean you’re my girlfriend now?’’ he asked. ‘’Do you want me to be your girlfriend?’’ she asked, joy in her voice. ‘’I would love for you to be my girlfriend’’ he replied. ‘’Then yes, I’m your girlfriend, Joe.’’

#joe rantz x reader #joe rantz #callum turner x reader #callum turner imagine #callum turner #boys in the boat

[bookshelf-dust]

how people can change

steve harrington x gn!byers!reader

word count: 4,427

warnings: swearing, like one use of y/n, mentions of season one steve's bullshit, mentions of death, enemies to friends to more type beat

a/n: my very first *full* steve fic. look at us. who woulda thought? not me. i've been working on this since february. don't look at me, i know. i know. but i think i've gotten some sort of hold on how i'd like to write steve. some of the dialogue (season 2) isn’t mine. (also the title is a lyric from strange by celeste!) let me know what you think, okay? i love you. steve loves you. don't tell me if it's bad.

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November 1984

The door slams behind you with a deafening thud, and you take the extra five seconds to lock it. You know, that action no one else in your family seems to be capable of performing. 

The house is quiet, and you step over the map of Hawkins sprawling over the hardwoods, careful not to damage Will’s work.

Your keys clang against the table, knocking into your mother’s ashtray. It’s dead quiet again, and you freeze at a subtle interruption in the silence. There’s a muffled sound coming from somewhere else in your home, and frankly you’ve had enough of everything the last couple of days. Which is why Joyce sent you home to get some sleep, to clear your head. 

There’s no denying that you have a soft spot for Will. He’s always been your buddy. And you love Jonathan, you do, and he’s got this sick ability to know what you’re thinking or feeling before you do, but he doesn’t need your protection like Will does. 

Will is your best friend. And he’s got one hell of a support system with you, Jonathan and your mom behind him. He deserves the world. You’ve always thought that. 

You quickly infer that it’s a walkie making the sound, based on the staticky crackle, the slightly muffled voice of whoever’s trying to get through from the other side.

Yours is off—you know it is—so it has to be Will’s. Jonathan was too good for a walkie-talkie.

You step down the hallway, pushing your younger brother’s bedroom door the rest of the way open. You scan the small area for it, listening.

“Code red! This is a code red! I repeat, this is a good red! Shit, is anyone there?”

You snatch up the device, extending the antenna.

“Dustin? Is that you?”

“Jesus christ! Where have you been?” Dustin exclaims, and you swear you can hear someone else interfering with his words.

“Sorry! I wasn’t home. What’s wrong?” You sit on the edge of Will’s bed. It’s so much comfier than yours. 

“It’s Dart! He’s, he’s just…you know what? It’s a long story. Where are you right now?”

This time you definitely hear another voice, and maybe even music.

“Dart? You kept him, right? I fucking knew it, Henderson! You’re so not a good liar.”

“That’s for sure.” You can’t place the voice, not over the walkie and over Dustin’s rambling, but you do catch that and it’s enough to leave you curious. 

The boy starts to argue back, but you cut him off. “Dustin, who are you with?”

“Uh,” he coughs, “Well you see, um…Steve Harrington. I’m with Steve Harrington.”

Dustin gets a severe eye roll from said partner-in-crime, but he brushes it off. 

“What?” You’re so confused. How did that even happen?

“I know! But everyone’s been MIA!”

“Oh my god,” you say, and Dustin can practically see you face-palming.

“Look,” he shoves a handful of rogue curls back under the brim of his hat. “Can you just meet up with us? The old junkyard?”

You push off of Will’s bed, and start walking through the house again, retrieving your things. So much for a nap or eating anything other than hospital Jell-O. What are you gonna say? Fuck no? 

“Yeah, yeah, I'll be there as soon as I can.”

“Thank god,” Dustin breathes. “See you then. Over.”

You make sure to check the batteries in Will’s walkie before you go, and then you’re back in your car again, backing out just as aggressively as your mother (something you said you’d never do). 

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“Yeah, Farrah Fawcett. You tell anyone I just told you that, and your ass is grass you’re dead, Henderson. Do you understand?” 

“Yep.”

“Okay.”

Dustin goes quiet for a minute, watching each step he takes. The train tracks are old, and there are one too many loose nails for his liking. “So what’s Y/N got against you, man?”

Steve adjusts one of the gloves he’s wearing, trying not to think about the fact that he’s gonna smell like raw meat for who knows how long. “Uh, I don’t know, exactly. Never really talked to them before. But I’d assume it’s the–”

“The assholery?” Dustin interrupts. 

“Dude.”

“What? It’s true.”

“No, yeah, you’re right.” 

Dustin catches the slip in Steve’s attitude almost immediately. “Hey, they’re good, okay? I don’t think you’re a total dick, if that means anything. You’re trying and that’s what matters, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“We’ll figure it out.”

“Yeah, we will. Thanks, Henderson.”

Dustin gives Steve a winning smile. This kid could rule the world, he thinks. 

“Anytime,” Harrington. He lifts his hand up, awaiting a fist bump that Steve returns without a second thought. 

————

You wander down the trail of raw meat you’ve found, not bothering to even question what's happening or where the meat came from. Frankly, you don’t really want to know. 

At the end of your path, you catch a glimpse of familiar curls, even if they are crushed under the red brim of a hat. 

“Dustin?”

The boy practically gives himself whiplash turning around to face you. 

“Holy shit, I’m so glad you’re here. It’ll be nice to have someone older than me who’s not a total pain in the ass.”

“Hey, I heard that.” 

The voice pulls your attention away from Dustin. When you look up, Steve Harrington is walking out of the biggest vehicle in this abandoned lot: a school bus. He’s wiping his hands on his jeans and pushing the ends of his sleeves up.

Dustin looks at you. “You guys have to be acquaintances at the least, right?”

You nod at him, feeling your face burn. If there’s a word for a less-than-acquaintance, you don’t know it. But that’s probably where your relationship with this boy lies. King Steve isn’t really someone you just miss. 

But yeah, you know him. You know he’s a dick. 

“Hi.” Steve pushes his sunglasses up into his hair and crosses his arms. 

“Hi.”

You only look at him for a moment before your eyes are back on Dustin. The younger boy notices the tension radiating from you, and honestly, he gets it. Steve Harrington wasn’t exactly the person he’d planned on spending his day with, but here he was. Desperate times call for desperate measures or whatever.

“So what are we doing?” You ask.

Dustin puts his thumbs underneath the straps of his backpack, bouncing on the balls of his feet a little. “It’s a long story. Best if we talk while we work.”

You roll your eyes at him, but follow the thirteen-year-old wherever he wants to go. You’re not sure you could deny Dustin Henderson anything. 

————

You watch as Max, a young girl you’ve just met, stomps up the steps of the ladder you’ve rigged inside the mess of a bus that you’re camped out in. 

Your chest aches because what Dustin just said to her was rude, it was rude, and you can’t believe the two of them. You sit, arms crossed and leg shaking up and down, glaring at Steve.

You find it hard to believe that after everything you’ve learned tonight, about Dart, about Mews—which you’re never going to get over because you only visit Dustin’s house for his cat, never him—that this is what they’re doing now.

“That’s good,” Steve says. “Just show her you don’t care.” 

Dustin is pacing, hands deep in his pockets. “I don’t,” he breathes.

Steve winks. Watching the two of them is like watching a tennis match. You don’t even like tennis.

“Why are you winking, Steve?” 

You drag your hand down your face, sick of hearing this stupid ass conversation. When Dustin sits, the constant clink of metal where Steve keeps flicking his lighter open over and over starts to give you a headache. 

“Fuck, Steve, would you quit it already?” 

He scoffs, snapping the lid to his Zippo closed harder than he had been before. “What’s your problem?”

“You’re pissing me off, that’s my problem.”

Steve’s brow furrows. He doesn’t really understand the sudden need for aggression. 

“Is this really the time for you to be yelling at me?”

“Is this really the time for you to be a dick?”

Dustin jerks the antenna on his walkie down, clearly sick of the two of you. “Would you children stop bickering? This is a life or death situation we have going on here.”

“I’d prefer death,” you proclaim. 

Dustin glares at you. “I can arrange that if you’d really rather die, than act civil for one evening.”

“I think all of the civility,” you gesture vaguely with your hands, “went out the window when you asked me to come help fight demo-dogs.”

Steve snorts at your words, and you glare at him, an “oh, is that funny?” look on your face. 

Dustin rearranges the hat on his head, stuffing his curls underneath it once again. “Alright. I’m gonna go check on our status, you two…work shit out, okay?”

“Dude,” Steve starts, “I’m older than you. I don’t have to listen to your instructions.” He gestures vaguely with his hands.

Dustin flips him off, and that’s the only response Steve receives, leaving the two of you alone in the bus.

You remain quiet, hoping that if you do you might just disappear or dissolve into the cracked leather of the seat you're sitting on. Then there really wouldn’t be any form of confrontation.

Steve starts flipping the lid to his Zippo open and shut repeatedly again, but this time it doesn’t annoy you. In fact, it gives you something to focus on, and you know that if you had one you’d be doing the same exact thing. 

You wonder if he’s nervous. Or just bored. 

Your knee begins to bounce when you realize that he’s looking at you, that he’s stopped messing with the lighter. But you refuse to look back, staring instead at the way the moonlight glints off of the metal in between his fingers. 

“So what’s your problem with me?”

The way Steve says those words is so unlike the way he’s spoken the rest of the day, the way he’s behaved with Dustin, that you feel a pang in your chest. 

He sounds like he used to. 

“Did you even hear that? How conceded you just sounded? Like it’s funny that I might have a problem with you, king Steve?”

Obviously the use of his nickname hits a nerve. He shoves the lighter back into his pocket and sits up, tucking his hands under his knees. 

“Would you just cut the shit and tell me what your problem is then?”

You sit up, matching his stance. There’s a part of you that wants to piss him off. You ache for it. 

“You’re a dick, that’s my problem.”

Steve scoffs. 

“That’s it? Like I don’t already know that?”

You roll your eyes, oblivious to the fact that all three of the younger kids you’re with have their heads hung over the escape latch in the top of the bus, listening eagerly. 

“You think I’m just gonna put up with you, Harrington? I’m sorry, did you forget the slut shaming you and your shitty friends did publicly last fall? Because I sure as hell didn’t. I didn’t forget that you walk around like you fucking own the entirety of Hawkins because you’re swimming in daddy’s money. I didn’t forget that your girlfriend took my best friend away from me.”

You stop, and Steve just looks at you. You realize how heavy you’re breathing and subconsciously watch the steady movement of his chest, trying to match the pace and calm down. You hadn’t meant to get worked up like that. But sometimes…sometimes shit just happens. 

Steve sighs. Honestly he feels a little sick. And he could argue with you some more, say that you don’t know what you’re talking about, that that’s the past, that he’s getting better. But that feels shallow. It feels meaningless. Because he knows it’s true. That in worrying about only himself or getting the girl or impressing whoever, he hurt loads more people than he realized. 

It’s such bullshit, he thinks. This life he’s been living.

“You know, I’ve gotten plenty of earfuls about my actions from Dustin, I promise you that much. He can be very mean.” 

You snort, considering there’s absolutely no denying that. “He’s a smart kid.” 

Steve nods. He’s trying to think of a way to respond. He’s not good with words. 

“Look, I-I know I’m a dick, okay?” he starts. You decide to be brave and look at him. He seems to like that. The eye contact. It’s like it lets him know you’re paying attention. He doesn’t get a lot of that, not away from school. 

“The thing with Nancy,” he gestures with his hands, looking away from you and at the wall of the bus, like it hurts him to talk about or something. “I don’t know. My solution to not getting what I wanted was apparently to take it out on her. Tommy H. proposed the idea, and I didn’t stop it.”

“You know I cleaned it off, right?” he continues. 

You uncross your arms and sit up, criss crossing your legs instead. “No. I didn’t know that.”

“It’s okay. It’s not like I broadcasted the information across Hawkins. Tommy and Carol don’t even know.”

Oh. The fact that they didn’t know tells you that he did it without needed recognition. He did it because he wanted to.

“I just—she saw it. And then there was the whole thing…”

You start to grin before you catch yourself, but he sees it. 

“It’s okay, you can laugh. I got the shit beat out of me.”

“You deserved it.”

He can’t argue with that. He won’t argue with it. “You’re right. I did. I said and did a lot that day that I regret.”

You nod, and then you’re both just looking at one another. It’s quiet out here, the same quiet you get at home, where you can hear the crickets, where you know there will be lightning bugs in the warmer months, free to roam uninterrupted by human activity. 

Steve pushes his hair from his forehead, and though he sees you track the movement of his hand, he doesn’t point it out.

“What did you mean about your friend?”

If you’re being honest with yourself, you hadn’t intended for that to come out, but being in such close proximity to Steve in this moment had just made everything spill out. 

You try to wave him off. “That was a whole thing. I didn’t mean to spill my guts like that.”

“No, it’s okay, I want to know. If you want to tell me, that is.”

You nod, chewing at your thumb nail now. Steve has the urge to reach forward and pull it free so you won’t hurt yourself, but he doesn’t. Instead he stays still and quiet, watching you contemplate a while. 

Eventually he decides to keep going. 

“I’m trying, you know,” he tells you. You look up and it gives him that little push to continue speaking. “To be better. I know you think I’m a total dick, and you’re not wrong, I know that, but I really am trying to be better. To be a good influence on those little shits.” He quirks his head upwards where he knows all three of his charges are eavesdropping, without a doubt. 

You take a second and look at him. Really look at him. He seems to carry himself differently, though it’s not something you’d notice if you weren’t looking. He’s not dressed like his mommy picked out his outfit. He looks messy. The mess draws you in. 

“I believe you. And I-I know I shouldn’t stereotype you, but it’s just—”

“I am a walking stereotype,” Steve grins. So do you.

“Yeah. I guess so. But I believe that you’re working on it. I suppose some people don’t remain assholes forever.”

“Yeah,” he chuckles, though a little distracted. You still haven’t told you what you meant, but that’s not what’s really bugging him. 

There’s this pull inside him. This longing for a friend. A real friend. Not someone he knows just because their dads were up each other's asses, or someone he just sits with at lunch because they’re of the same status quo. 

And he just feels so alone right now. What with Nancy, this girl he thought he was in love with and everything, but clearly she doesn’t feel the same. What’s he even supposed to do with that? Did he ever actually know anything about her? 

It doesn’t matter. 

What matters is that he’s sitting here with you, hanging out with thirteen-year-olds and hiding from creatures Steve’s brain can’t even begin to decipher. 

“Barb,” you say. Steve panicked a little internally at the mention of her name, considering. But he keeps his eyes on you, focused on each word that leaves your mouth. “She was my best friend, in middle school that is.”

He nods. Oh. Oh. 

“We were still close when we got to high school, had a little group and everything, right? And even though high school kinda fucks everything up, I didn’t want to believe that would happen to our little partnership, you know?” 

He nods again, trying his best to pay attention. He’s trying harder than he ever has in school. He probably shouldn’t ever say that out loud.

“Anyways, she was my best friend. She was all I knew, and then we got to lovely Hawkins High, and she met Nancy. Nancy and I never really clicked, even when we tried. I guess it’s because I’ve always thought she was a pretentious bitch—sorry, Steve—but I don’t know. We just fell apart after that.”

“So Barb had Nancy and I had…no one. And the way my brain saw it was Nancy took my best friend from me, and then Nancy started seeing you, and so I saw those two from across the cafeteria, lounging with the popular kids. With you. And then she died.”

Steve is looking at you in a way he’s never looked at you before. Like he’s in awe of you. And it’s not anything negative. It’s warm. Understanding. Like something you’ve said has straightened something out in his brain, sorted something he couldn’t figure out on his own. 

“S-so it was like we took her from you, in a way?” he asks. 

“Yeah. And you didn’t. God, you didn’t. But it just felt like this…” you trail off, searching for the right words.

“Domino effect?”

“Yeah! Yeah. Exactly. And it’s not your fault, not at all. But I guess I already saw you as some dickish rich kid and that gave me another reason to stay the fuck away from you. And now that I’m saying it out loud I realize how awful it sounds because people change, you know?”

“No, I get it. I’ve been an asshole, and I’m sure I still am—Dustin can attest to that—but there are rich assholes that don’t change or probably won’t ever change. I know a few of them.”

You go quiet again. Steve doesn’t want you to stop talking. He’s starting to think he likes the sound of your voice. 

“It’s good that you’re changing, Steve. I’m sorry I said you were such a dick.”

A breathy laugh leaves his throat. “It’s okay, I promise. I’m sorry for…everything.”

“Maybe we can make a truce or something. Start over. It’s not like we really know each other that well anyhow.”

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s cool. Whatever you want.” He means that. He thinks he’d do whatever you wanted him to. 

“Okay. Maybe we can just try and figure it out.”

“I’d like that,” Steve says. He stops himself from proclaiming that he wants to try and fix this with you. Because you’re listening to him. You’re not mad. He doesn’t want you to disappear on him after this. 

You give him a small smile and he swears he might cry. Not that that feeling lasts. 

“Hey!” Dustin is leaning down into the bus, hands clasped together. “I’m so glad we’ve got this handled, but we’ve got a code red, so let’s get this show on the road, yeah?”

————

June 1985

The door to the back room swings open, a frazzled boy rushing in. You drop your candy wrapper on the table, and Robin keeps talking about the girl that you missed coming in this morning. She was “such a babe.”  

“Hello?” Steve stands in front of the both of you, hands on his hips. You have to fight back a laugh. 

Your eyes find Steve’s immediately, and you swear they soften, but maybe you’re imagining it. You nudge Robin’s leg where your foot is propped up on one of the supports under her chair. 

She stops flailing and looks up, seeing Steve’s hand raised where he’d been about to snap to get her attention. She quirks a brow. “Don’t you snap at me, Harrington! This is important shit.”

“Yeah, I’m sure. Could you two come and help me? I’m dying out here!”

It’s one of the hottest days of the year, and Scoops has had a line since it opened at ten. 

You look at your watch. “My shift doesn’t start for…fifteen minutes.” He rolls his eyes at you, though the gesture is void of any malice it could possibly hold. 

“Yeah, well this is supposed to be my break, so get out there, Buckley!”

She stands, though she’s pouting. “Come on.”

“You took the job,” he says, shoving her through the door. Robin gives him a look that you can’t see, but you can practically feel it from across the small room. 

Steve lets out an exaggerated sigh, ripping off the hat he’s been wearing and throwing it on the table in front of you. 

You watch him rummage through a bag before he emerges from its depths with a banana and throws himself down in the chair across from you, lifting your leg up from where you’d moved it to occupy the seat Robin had abandoned. His hand is warm on the bare skin of your calf, and he shifts the chair some, laying your leg across both of his. 

“Steve.”

“Huh?” He peels the banana, aggressively fast actually, and rips off a chunk, popping it into his mouth. 

“Why do you have a banana?” 

He meets your eyes. “Snack, duh.” He chews, and then gestures at the closed window. “Been working up a sweat out there I think I deserve a break.”

You grin at him, and he feels like he might hit the floor. 

“Want some?” Steve pulls off a chunk and holds it out to you. 

“Did you wash your hands?”

He gasps, mid-chew, and forces himself to swallow. “D-did I—yes, I washed my hands, mom, I’m not four.”

“Eh,” Robin’s voice breaks your little bubble. She’s pulled the window open–that way she can eavesdrop– propping herself up on her elbows. 

That makes you laugh, and when you smile your cheek is full of banana and Steve swears something is breaking inside of him. 

“Gang up on me then why don’t you,” he says, handing you the last piece he’s got left. He tosses the peel in the trash, “what do you want anyhow, Robin?” 

“Your break is up, and her shift has started. Let’s get to slinging ice cream, shitheads!”

You wipe your hands on your shorts and hop up. Steve doesn’t move, just looks at you. 

“C’mon, Steven. It’ll be lunch sooner than later.”

He grins. His eyes look tired and you wonder if he slept any last night. He told you once recently that he doesn’t always sleep well, that sometimes he has to listen to tapes in order to keep his head from being so busy, to keep the thoughts from being so loud. 

Steve has told you a lot since last fall. There’s a significant bit more that you know that’s more than what he’s given Robin, but you know he’ll let her in. He just needs the time. 

Though sometimes you think he might be giving you everything. The parts of himself he’s never shown anyone else. Because you’ve been such a good listener, and Steve’s never really had that before. 

He wishes he had the balls to tell you more. But he can’t fuck it up this time. Not with you. You’re too good.

Steve is your best friend now. You know that. He knows it.

If yourself from a year ago could see you now, she’d probably knock your fucking teeth in. But he’s just so much more than you thought. You’re not sure you’ll ever forgive yourself for not thinking there could be more in him, though he’s told you not to be upset. You’ve told him the same when he berates himself for not having paid you more attention in school.

It’s the past. You can’t live there. And today, you’re scooping ice cream for pre-sticky kids, for shitty pay, but it doesn’t matter because you have him. You have Robin. 

You stick out your hand, and Steve takes it without a second thought. His palm engulfs yours, skin warm and a little calloused. 

“We can watch whatever you want tonight.”

He squeezes your hand. You and Robin are supposed to have a sleepover with him tonight. He suggested he sleep in a guest room and you two have his bed, but Robin said she needs to be cuddled. You said you’re not letting him sleep anywhere but his bed. 

“I thought you wanted to watch Girls Just Want to Have Fun.”

“I always wanna watch that. But you can pick first, Stevie.”

Stevie. His stomach flips at that. You don’t let it out often, but when you do it’s like Steve might just die right there. 

He straightens, deal clearly made, and you pull him up–not that you need to. 

You push through the door with him, and immediately regret it. It’s like the soccer moms can smell your fear, and you know it. 

“Breathe,” Steve says. “Dustin’s here.”

He is. The entire party. That you can deal with. 

You think you could deal with an absurd line and angry mothers for the rest of your life if it meant assembling Dustin and Lucas’ weird orders. Even if you have to endure Will’s questioning looks and his pleas that you bring some ice cream home. If you have to listen to Robin’s word vomit.

If it meant spending time with Steve, you’d do it. 

God, how shit changes.

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[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

On the 15th, as promised! Ngl, I definitely almost forgot this. I have SO many feelings about this one, y’all check the tags if you want my ramblings. Buckle up. Also, happy stabbing Caesar day.

Part 1 | . . . | Part 64 | Part 65 | Part 66

Steve works his jaw, staring at Will. “Yeah,” he whispers. Will looks down. “Hey,” Steve says gently. “That’s not on you, okay? And Jonathan’s a really great guy. He and Nancy both had a lapse in judgement. They got together a while later and they were better for each other than she and I ever were.”

“But they hurt you.”

Steve chuckles. “In the moment, sure. But I’m fine now, I’ve moved on. It surprised me just now because I didn’t expect her to react like that. I know that’s not who she is as a person, and I’m sure as soon as Joyce talks to her about it and she’s had some time to think about it, she’ll come apologize. But none of that is on you, okay?”

Will shrugs, playing with the hem of his pants.

Steve glances at Eddie, who winks and plops down cross-legged next to Will, nudging their shoulders together. “My dad’s in jail.” Will looks up at him, surprised. Eddie shrugs. “I’ve had time to process, but it took me a while to realize he just isn’t a good person. Now, my momma was an angel among women, she just had a disease. It didn’t make her a bad person. But they’re my parents, so that must mean I’m a bad person with a disease, right?”

“No!” Will says emphatically. “Just because they-” he pauses, mouth a perfect circle, before flushing and ducking his head, smiling a little. “Okay. I get it.”

“Good kid,” Eddie says fondly, ruffling his hair. “Now, back to the planning?”

“Probably,” Steve nodded. “First things first, who wants out?”

“Papa hurt El?” Mike asks. Steve nods. “Then let’s kill this fucker.”

“Language,” say all the adults, and Mike rolls his eyes.

“I’m in,” Will adds.

“Me too,” Dustin says, and Lucas nods.

Steve looks around, and all the adults present nod at him. Robin squeezes his hand, and Alli pulls him closer to her by his shoulders. “Alright, little brother,” she says. He elbows her. “What’s the plan?”

Steve sighs and looks to El. “What do you think, Ellie?”

“Everyone else is dead,” she murmurs. “But if I go into the rainbow room, I will see them.”

Steve’s heart breaks. “You don’t have to go anywhere you don’t want to.”

She smiles sadly at him. “You cannot promise me that, Steve.”

He meets Robin’s eyes above El’s head, watches her heart break. “Watch me.” He looks back to El. “I know what he put you through, El.”

“He loves me.”

Steve takes a breath, shuts his eyes for a moment. “Remember what I told you, last time you said that?”

El nods. “You thought the same thing about your parents.”

“Exactly. It took me a long time to learn, but they don’t love me. And there’s nothing I can do to change that. Even if I was perfect, that wouldn’t be enough for them. Does that make sense?”

She nods. “You love me differently from how Papa loves me.”

“Yeah,” Steve whispers. “Which do you like better?”

“Yours.”

“Do you know why?”

She thinks about it for a minute. “You love me because you see Ellie. He loves me because he sees Eleven.”

Next to him, Alli makes a broken sound. Steve reaches back to hold her hand. “Yeah, Ellie. That’s exactly right.”

“I do not want to only be Eleven anymore,” she decides. “I want to be Ellie.”

“And that’s why I’ll do all of it myself if I have to,” Steve tells her. “So you can be Ellie. You don’t have to go in the rainbow room, okay?”

“Okay,” she nods, wiggling around until she can bury her face in his neck and whisper, “I trust you.”

He blinks quickly. “I’m glad,” he whispers back.

“Ellie,” Wayne says, voice not much steadier than Steve’s. She shifts to look at him from where she’s tucked into Steve. “We all want you t’be just Ellie if you want it. We’re all gonna be right there with you.”

“Thank you,” she says quietly. “Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“I won’t be strong enough. If I see Papa.”

“That won’t be a problem,” Hopper says, checking his gun. She shifts to look at him. “He’s not going to hurt you again.”

She frowns and buries her face back in Steve’s neck. “I’m happy,” she murmurs. “But I’m also very sad.”

Steve sighs and hugs her tightly. “I know how you feel.”

“I don’t like feeling this way.”

“I know, El. I don’t think there’s really any way to get rid of the feeling, though.”

“Just life,” Alli says quietly, scooting closer and laying a comforting hand on El’s upper arm. “I know it’s a cliché, but it’s true.”

El looks up at Alli. “Okay. What’s a cliché?”

Alli meets Steve’s eyes, a smile starting to spread, and Steve thinks everything’s going to be okay.

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[magicalyaku]

Hello and welcome to my 2023 reading wrap up! A big Thank You to everyone who followed my ramblings throughout the year! <3 I will continue through 2024. Maybe I'll learn how to write proper reviews, at least I'll try to remember better what I actually want to say about the stories. In 2022, I read 93 books plus my own. Guess how many it were in 2023? 93 plus my own!! xD That was huge coincidence and I love it. Of these 94 books, 4 are rereads (which won't be included in the "Favourite" sections), 2 are non-fiction, 11 are non-queer. I only DNFed 1 book (which is not pictured) and other than that I only disliked 6 books! (And it's a pretty soft dislike in comparison. I don't hate them nearly enough to want to shit on them again. :'D).

So on the the awards!

Most Read Author: KJ Charles (8 books)

Least Favourite Book: Daresh (Katja Brandis) (the one I could not finish for dear life)

Favourite Character: Brand (The Tarot Sequence) and Will (The Will Darling Adventures) (yes, there's a trend)

Favourite Covers (of books I read, not releases):

(There were too many. D:)

Highest Emotional Investment (aka The Agony, the suffering, the why you do this to me Award): Dark Heir - The Scottish Boy - In Memoriam

Wildest Story: The Adventures of Pinocchio

Favourite Books:

The Devil's Luck (L.S. Baird)

The Scottish Boy (Alex de Campi)

In Memoriam (Alice Winn)

Just Lizzie (Karen Wilfried)

Dark Heir (C.S. Pacat)

The Will Darling Adventures (KJ Charles)

Gwen & Art are not in Love (Lex Croucher)

The Buried and the Bound (Rochelle Hassan)

More Books I enjoyed greatly:

Oracle of Senders series (Mere Joyce)

Of Feathers and Thorns (Kit Vincent)

Wren Martin Ruins it all (Amanda deWitt)

Simon Snow series (Rainbow Rowell)

The Five Stages of Andrew Brawley (Shaun David Hutchinson)

The Tarot Sequence (K.D. Edwards)

The First and Last Adventure of Kit Sawyer (S.E. Harmon)

Sixteen Souls (Rosie Talbot)

By any Other Name (Erin Cotter)

The High King's Golden Tongue (Megan Derr) and more!!

Most Used Name: I counted names last year and didn't want to do it again this year because I read so much fantasy, so the names were all over. Still, there was one who stood out amongst them all with at least 4 instances, if not more. Probably more.

Will

Congratulations. I have to admit, I've always liked that name. My favourite character of all times and part of my one and only OTP is named Will as well and I kinda hope the last book of their second trilogy never comes because it will probably make me scream and ... ...

Bonus! This year, I counted pages! Because I felt that most books were much shorter than what I read before. So I wanted to know. Turns out, my feeling was wrong. My 93 books had a whole of 33011 pages which results in approximately 350 pages per book. That's pretty normal I dare say.

That's it for 2023! I had a very good year in books. I wanted to read less actually, and failed spectacularly because I had too much fun. And if anyone's wondering how I read so much, I read fast and I just didn't do anything else in my free time. Escapism to the max. I hope, the new year treats you well! I hope, you have fun with the books you read! Let's meet again soon! <3

#yaku reads #best of #2023 #books #favorite books #bookblr #book recs #queer books #lgbtq books #queer lit #the tarot sequence #the will darling adventures #in memoriam #the scottish boy #dark heir #gwen and art are not in love #the buried and the bound #the devil's luck

[kaylawritesfics]

can you write some headcanons where you're johnathans twin sister or something and your dating Steve?

Dating Steve Harrington and Being Jonathan’s Twin Sister

headcanons

summary: what it’s like to date steve “the hair” harrington while being a byers kid

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader (byers!reader)

WARNINGS: mentions of canon typical violence, plot inconsistencies bc i have the memory of a goldfish

note: gonna try not to make this one as annoyingly long as my steve x henderson!reader but we will see !! this has no spoilers for stranger things 4 bc truthfully i don’t remember it enough to write the plot out

You and Steve definitely did not get off on the right foot at first. “King Steve” and his obnoxious friends relentlessly tormented your brother, going as far as breaking his camera.

Tommy H and Carol teased you sometimes, as well, but your friendship with Nancy Wheeler protected you from receiving the same torment that your brother received.

When you found out your younger brother, Will, had gone missing, you and Jonathan found comfort in each other, both of you recognizing the horrible and frankly, insane state your mother was in.

Steve had even (reluctantly) brought over a casserole, which he claimed was from his mother, but in reality, he and Nancy spent hours looking for recipes and had multiple trial casseroles waiting at home to be eaten.

After seeing how caring and sweet Steve really was, your feelings for him began to change. You really appreciated his help and support while things were going to hell in Hawkins.

After Will was finally home and things were relatively back to normal, you and Steve had even started a small friendship, much to your brother’s distaste. However, even Jonathan didn’t hold much of a grudge against Steve after they reconciled.

You were especially thankful the following year, when Steve had taken the party under his wing, protecting them when things started to go to hell again.

Around the same time, Steve and Nancy’s relationship came to an end. You noticed Jonathan and Nancy had been spending more time together as well.

While Will was possessed by the Mind Flayer, Steve became a support system for you. While Jonathan was seeking comfort from Nancy, you found yourself frequently wrapped in Steve’s arms.

Obviously, in a purely platonic way. Steve was a great friend, a fantastic friend, even.

These new relationships greatly confused you and Jonathan.

“What’s up with you and Nancy?” “What’s up with you and Steve?”

Even though the situation is a little confusing, Jonathan is the biggest Y/N and Steve supporter. No matter how many times you explain that your relationship with Steve is completely platonic, Jonathan still doesn’t believe it.

“Yeah, right. You don’t see the way you look at him.” “Jonathan, I swear to god”

Even Will joins in, teasing you about your “nonexistent” crush on Steve.

“I drew this picture for you. There’s you, me, and Jonathan, and then over here is Steveholdingyourhand” The words rushed out of his mouth and he held back a laugh as you grumbled but still took the drawing.

Steve loves coming over to your house. His house is so quiet and cold. He thinks your house feels more like a home. Even though it’s small and sometimes a little messy, he thinks it’s cozy and warm.

He also loves Joyce and Will. Joyce has this need to take care of any kid who walks into her house and Steve is absolutely at the top of the list. His mother isn’t like that at all so he definitely basks in the attention.

Will makes Steve wish he had a younger sibling. He tries to spend as much time as he can with Will. Next to Dustin, Will is the kid in the party that Steve is closest to. Will loves Steve and appreciates that Steve listens to him and lets him ramble on about DnD, his favorite TV shows, etc.

The next summer, Steve takes a job at the new Starcourt Mall. You like to visit him at work, coming to order ice cream at least 3 times a week. Sometimes, you take Will with you.

Robin bugs Steve about you for weeks, encouraging him to ask you out.

Of course, right when he finally builds up the courage, things start to get bad in Hawkins again.

You and Steve don’t reunite again until after the Battle of Starcourt. While the Scoops Troop were infiltrating secret Russian bases, you and the party were focused on whatever the hell was going on with Billy Hargrove.

You’re sitting outside the burning mall when Steve approaches you. Your mom, Will, and Jonathan are all okay and everything feels like it could relatively go back to normal.

You notice the cuts and bruises littering his face and the bags around his eyes. His hair is falling in front of his face and you tenderly push it back for him. His arms wrap around your waist and he pulls you in for a hug that lasts suspiciously longer than usual.

“I love you.” He spits out quickly before his adrenaline rush wears off. He’s frozen and it feels like it takes centuries for you to respond.

“I love you, too” He releases a breath, leaning down to kiss you softly.

A few feet away, Will nudges Jonathan, pointing to the scene in front of them. Jonathan groans, squinting his face up in disgust at the sight of his sister locking lips with Steve Harrington.

“You owe me $20.” “Yeah, yeah, I know” Will smiles proudly, glad that at least something good came out of this disaster.

Jonathan and Steve weirdly become pretty good friends after this. While Jonathan is still fiercely protective of his baby sister (who, in reality, is only 3 minutes younger than him) and would kick Steve’s ass for a second time if he had to, they find out that they actually have a lot in common.

Steve fits right in with your family. He’s very respectful and kind and they all love him so much.

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[madnessformunson]

Double Daddy Part 10

Notes: sorry that this took so long and sucks so bad.

Steve headed out the door with El and Will, excited to go to the arcade. You however were dreading going to the store with Joyce. The car ride there was silent as she pulled up and parked in front of Sears, next to that was the baby surplus store. You quickly got out of the car and followed closely behind Joyce as she rambled off a list of things to look at. As she approached the maternity section you continued to stand sheepishly behind her while she started looking through the many racks of clothes. Shortly after a sales lady came over to greet the two of you, “hello ladies are we finding everything ok over here?” She said with a sickly sweet smile.

“Oh yes, just looking for some pants and maybe a few tops,” Joyce said back without making eye contact with the lady.

“Well you look like you couldn’t be very far along, I guess it’s always nice to be prepared. We have all our jeans on this rack, stretch pants are located on the table here and then the tops are here” she said gesturing around the store.

“Oh thank you, but we are actually shopping for her” Joyce said, still not looking up from the clothes so she clearly missed the concerned look etched out on the sales associate's face. You rolled your eyes as the lady headed back to the cash register whispering to a fellow co-worker.

“Can we please go now?” You said in an irritated voice.

“Honey we just got her, we should look around. Plus Eddie isn’t due to meet us at the baby store for another 30 minutes”

You roll your eyes again but follow closely behind Joyce, quickly agreeing to anything she held up. Once she checked out she took the bags to the car as you headed into the baby surplus store. The second the doors opened you were overwhelmed, everything that was related to a baby was in there. Who knew a baby needed so many things? Before you could finish taking it all in, Eddie walked up next to you, greeting you with a weak smile.

“You came” you almost whispered.

“Of course I did, man it looks like a daycare threw up in here” he said back and you giggled.

“Uh so how are you feeling? Still getting sick?” He questioned as he looked down at his dirty Reebok sneakers.

“It’s better, not as often. She just likes to use my bladder like a stress ball now” you reply with a small chuckle.

Joyce joined the two of you and you walked around the store, taking it all in. Joyce went on small rants about different things a baby would need and why.

“Well what’s most important? Like what would we need right away” you finally cut her off, starting to feel overwhelmed again.

“Hmm first you need to decide if you want to breastfeed or formula feed. That will help you figure out how many bottles to buy. Then you’ll need a safe space for the baby to sleep.”

She pulled you both along down each isle, pointing out the must haves and the things to pass on. Both you and Eddie felt equally dizzy as she ranted on all the supplies. At the end of the shopping trip you stood near the check out playing with a small bunny blanket in your hands. Joyce was busy talking to a store employee, signing up for the coupon book.

“That’s adorable” Eddie said over your shoulder, making you slightly jump. You nodded in return as you stared at the little blanket in your hands.

“We should get it” Eddie finally said.

“No way, I think there are a ton more things I should be saving for then a little toy” you replied, placing the blanket back into the bin.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you something..”

“Oh that’s never good,” you chuckle, “what’s going on”

“Well I haven’t exactly told Wayne about this .. situation. I mean he is definitely suspicious after you came over that one day but we haven’t had a conversation about it” he lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in.

“Ok well what does that have to do with me?” You questioned as you crossed your arm over your bump.

“I was hoping you would come over for dinner Saturday night and help me tell him” Eddie said in one long sentence.

“No way you weren’t there to help me when I told my dad” you scoffed.

“Well that’s not fair, first your dad is a cop he would have murdered me and gotten away with it if I was there for that. Second, you didn’t even tell him, he found out.”

“Either way it’s not happening, buddy” you said, turning around to look for Joyce.

She runs over with the coupon book in hand and a huge smile across her face.

“Guess what! They have free birthing classes for first time parents, I signed you guys up! It will be such an amazing experience for you two!” Joyce beamed.

Your face got red hot and you swallowed thickly saying, “I don’t think we would be in to that Joyce”

“Oh nonsense!”

“I think I’m busy that day, sorry y/n” Eddie replied.

“She didn’t even tell you what day it was, asshole” you said with an eye roll.

“Oh right, it’s sunday afternoon” she stated, handing you a small appointment card with the information scribbled down.

“I’ll give you a few minutes to discuss the details, I’ll be waiting for you in the car y/n” Joyce said as she started toward the car.

“Do you think somehow we can get out of that” Eddie said pointing down at the appointment card in your hand.

“Probably not. But she’s right it’s probably a good thing to go so we know what to expect” you stated with a shrug.

“Well how about we make a deal, I’ll go to the pregnant lady class and you come over for dinner with Wayne” Eddie asked with pleading eyes.

You roll your eyes in response, “it’s a birthing class but ok fine. You have a deal but you are doing all the talking at dinner, I’m just coming for the free food”

He laughed, “what should I tell Wanye to make?”

“Oooo his famous spaghetti sounds amazing right now!” You replied, licking your lips, “but with penne noodle, angel hair pasta grosses me out.”

“Since when, all noodles taste the same” He said with a laugh and you shrugged.

“They definitely don’t all taste the same!” You said laughing as you both exited the store.

The weekend came faster than you expected. School was decent, but you were definitely keeping to yourself. Eddie had invited you to eat lunch with him a few times but you wanted to take this new found territory slow. You pulled up to the Munson Trailer and let out a long breath. You knew Wayne wasn’t going to yell when you told him what had been going on, but he would definitely be worried and disappointed which was arguably worse. The only thing that enticed you to come was the thought of Uncle Wanye’s amazing spaghetti, you had been daydreaming about it all week. You approach the white metal door and knocked twice.

“Hey look who finally came over for a visit” Wanye said as he opened up the door, giving you a smile. You smile back but uncomfortably as it didn’t seem like he knew you were coming.

“I was just finishing up some meatloaf, Eddie is in his room”

“Oh ok, thank you” you gave him a tight lipped smile as you walked down the hallway to Eddie’s room. You open the door, turn around to close it and then march over to where Eddie was sitting with his guitar on his unmade bed.

“What the actual fuck Eddie, I thought you told Wayne I was coming over” you whisper yelled at him, not wanting for Wayne to overhear you.

“I know I know, I just got nervous. I didn’t want to say anything and then him start drilling me with questions” Eddie said as he put his guitar down. You pouted sitting down next to him on the bed.

“So do you have a plan on how this is going to go genius?” You question.

“Uh well I was thinking we go out there and after dinner we somehow bring it up into the conversation..”

“Oh yeah that’s a great idea, hey Wayne do you miss when Eddie was a baby? Ok good because we are about to bring another one just like him into the world” you threw up your hands getting off his bed.

“Well maybe not quite like that..” and you just roll your eyes.

“Kids dinner is ready” you hear Wayne shout from the kitchen.

You and Eddie make your way to the small kitchen table and start filling your plates. You don’t take much, not really being in the mood for meatloaf after Eddie promised a spaghetti dinner. It was quiet for the first several minutes, all you could hear was the clanking of the silverware on the plates as you all ate.

“So what brings you over here, kid? Not that I don’t love having you over, you just don’t come around often anymore” Wayne states.

“That’s a great question Uncle Wayne, Eddie and I wanted to tell you ..” you started just to get cut off by Eddie shoving the bowl of mashed potatoes towards you. “You barely took any food y/n, here have some more potatoes”

You look at him confused but can tell by his flushed appearance he was nervous.

“No I’m good, anyway like I was saying-“ Eddie cut you off again, “serious y/n you should eat some more potatoes”

“What the hell Eddie, you said we were doing this tonight so let’s just get it over with!” You say slamming your hands down onto the table. Eddie just froze.

“Ok what in the hell is going on” Wayne finally interjected.

Both of you look up towards Wayne with wide eyes, unsure of how to continue the conversation.

“Seriously somebody better start talking,” Wayne said as he crossed his arms.

“Ok Uncle Wayne, I’m sorry. A few months ago we made a terrible mistake and now we are in this situation and we are trying to make the most of it but I know this will be disappointing for you-” Eddie rambled until you were the one to cut him off, “Uncle Wayne, I’m pregnant” you finally stated. The room grew incredibly quiet. It stayed quiet for at least a minute, Wayne face clearly trying to process this new information.

“And just in case you weren’t sure, it’s Eddie’s baby” you added in and Eddie groaned.

Wayne got up from the table, without saying a word and walked out to the front porch.

“I told you this was a terrible idea!” Eddie exclaimed.

“It was your idea!” You said back. Eddie just closed his eyes and tried to control his breathing.

“I think dinner is over now, you should leave y/n” Wanye said as he came back inside, metal door slamming behind him.

“I think Eddie and I need to have a talk” he finished. You nodded to both of the Munson men and made your way out to your car.

#eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #stranger things #eddie munson x y/n #stranger thing fanfic #chrissy stranger things #eddie munson fanfic #steve harrington #steve stranger things #eddie munson x you #steve harrington x fem #steve harrington x pregnant!reader #eddie munson x pregnant!reader #pregnant #pregnant!reader #eddie munson fandom #eddie munson x hopper!reader #eddie munson #eddie #eddie x reader #eddie x you #eddie x y/n #uncle wayne #wayne munson

[1-800-munson]

ღ High School Sweethearts ღ ¦ Eddie Munson

Pairing:Eddie Munson X Hopper!Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: Hello! My requests are open! Just no smut, I'm terrible at those

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Your long awaited day had finally arrived, your graduation day. You couldn’ wait til it was finally time to go to hawkins high for the last time as a student. When the time rolled around you happily sat in the passenger seat of your dad’s cop car. 

“I remember your kindergarten graduation, you fell while you walked on stage,after you didn’t want to talk to anyone!” you both laughed as he drove you to the school. You both reminisced about how you dreamed of your graduation party since you first turned fourteen. “Joyce said she had some high standards to live up to with your party planning.” you smiled at him “dad, do you think i could invite my friends to the party tonight?” Jim looked over at you and nodded. “I don’t see why not, you girls could have a sleepover if you want!” you sighed at his answer. “Not just the girl's dad!” he groaned, he knew who you wanted to invite to the party, the other kid he didn’t like besides mike, eddie munson. “Please! I'm graduating tonight dad!” you pleaded.

Hopper sighs at you. “Fine! He can come to the party!” you smiled and hugged him. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” you smiled at him. “You promise to be nice to him too?” you asked as you guys pulled into the school parking lot. “Please, just tonight!” you asked him as you hopped out of the car. “Don’t push your luck y/n!” you stared at him. “Fine! Only because you're graduating! Don’t think we’re gonna be-!” “Best pals! blah, blah, blah!” you cut him off, “got it dad! See you later tonight!” you shut the car door and walked away from the car giggling. “Be careful y/n, see you tonight!” hopper rolled down the window and yelled as you walked away

“Hi mr hopper!” Robin waved to hopper as he drove away. “Nice dress y/n!” Robin complimented as you walked over to her. “Thanks, nice blouse! Let me guess, nancy?” she nodded and followed you into the school. “We’re finally graduating!” Nancy ran over to you two and squealed. “Is Jonathan here?” she nods at your question. “Him, his mom and his brother!” you smiled at her. You were all rushed into the choir room to wait while everyone arrived. “Jeff, you look nice!” you walked over to where jeff was. “Thanks y/n! You look nice tonight too.” you smiled at him, you two kept talking but you soon spotted eddie out of the corner of your eye. “Uh excuse me jeff!” he nodded and went to talk to one of his friends.

“Eddie!” you ran over and hugged him from the back. “Hello to you too!” he chuckled and moved you to be in front of him. “Look at our vice president!” Eddie smiled and played with your stole. “We’re finally graduating! Can you believe it!” you kept rambling but eddie zoned out on your words and watched how your eyes lit up at talking about leaving the shit show called high school. “You're still sitting next to me right?” he nodded at you. “Good because I want you to meet my dad and Jane properly tonight!” you told him as you fixed his cap, he tensed up a bit at the mention of meeting your dad and sister. “Don’t worry, I made dad promise to be friendly tonight!” you giggled at him

“Attention seniors, would you all follow me!” You squealed and grabbed Eddie's hand and walked out the room with him. Once you all made it outside they had you all stand for the principle higgin’s speech. Yourself, Eddie and Robin all made fun of his speech while waiting to be seated. “Are you ready to lose thirty dollars jeff?” Eddie asked as one by one students would be called up. “Yeah right! You’ll pussy out!” you looked at eddie and jeff confused. “Mr Munson, please follow me.” The office secretary directed Eddie to the stage. “Edward Munson.” he smirked and walked onto the stage. Cheering could be heard from the bleachers. “That’s my boyfriend!” you cheered from your seat. 

Robin and Jeff sat up a bit more as Eddie walked up to principal higgins. Everyone in your row started to laugh as Eddie flipped off principal Higgins after he shook his hand. You laughed as Jeff sighed and pulled out his money from his pocket as Eddie walked back over. “Thank you!” He took the thirty dollars from jeff. Robin high fived him and nancy just giggled in her seat. “Ms buckley and ms cunningham, follow me please.” you smiled as robin stood up from her seat. “See you all on the other side!” she joked before she joined Chrissy in following the secretary to the stage. You looked at the bleachers, trying to find your friends and family. You managed to find hopper, Joyce, steve, jonathan and the kids, except mike sitting all together. You smiled and waved at them.

“Ms Wheeler and Ms Hopper follow me please!” You and Nancy followed her up to the stage. You both smiled and clapped as Robin's name was called. “Go robin!” Nancy cheered, making robin get a bit red. “Nancy Wheeler.” Nancy looked at you and took a deep breath before she walked over to principal Higgins and shook his hand, before getting her diploma. You clapped as she made her way down the steps. “Y/n Y/l/n-Hopper.” you took a deep breath and walked over to higgins and shook his hand, “Congratulations ms hopper.” he said as he handed you your diploma. You smiled as you could hear cheering from the bleachers and from your row. You nodded at higgin’s words and made your way down the steps carefully, making sure you didn’t fall.

You made your way down the steps and sat back down next to Eddie, who had a big smile on his face. “We’re halfway to becoming fully graduated!” you smiled and cuddled into his side as you watched as other kids got called. Finally it was time for you all to turn your tassels. You all stood up and waited for the words you all waited to hear for years. 

“You may all turn your tassels from right to left, I now pronounce you all graduates of 1986!” you all cheered.

“We officially graduated!” you and nancy forced robin into a hug. You let go of the hug first and turned to hug eddie. “I told you those extra study sessions were gonna pay off!” you told Eddie as you both held onto each other. He just chuckled and rolled his eyes at you.

You all made your way off the field and went to find your families or friends. “I didn’t fall this time!” you yelled as you ran over to hopper and joyce. “It would’ve been-!” Hopper cut himself off when he saw the look Joyce gave him. “I mean it wouldn't have been funny!” you laughed at the pair. You looked over and saw Steve and the kids walking over towards you three. “Y/n good job you didn’t fall this time!” Steve said as he walked up. “Shut up, I was 5!” you rolled your eyes and laughed.

You noticed Eddie was with his uncle Wayne, you snuck away and walked over to the pair. “Hi mr munson!” you smiled at him and gave him a side hug. “Congratulations on graduating you two!” you and Eddie smiled at each other. “Thank you! I came over here to ask if you two would like to join us,” you pointed towards your group. “We’re having a barbeque and I wanted to invite you both!” Wayne chuckled and shook his head, “I have work tonight but thank you for the invite y/n.” you smiled “no problem mr munson.” “Y/N!” you looked over and saw Jane motioning for you to hurry up as hopper and Joyce started leaving the field and right to the parking lot.

“Are you gonna come eddie?” you asked as you slowly walked backwards. “Wouldn’t miss it princess!” you smiled at the nickname. You quickly told him the place and time before running to the cop car. “He’s coming tonight!” you said as you buckled up. Hopper rolled his eyes “Great!” he said as he drove away from the school.

A couple hours later

“C’mon Girls! We’re gonna be late!” hopper yelled, waiting by the door. You rolled your eyes and fixed Jane's hair. “Yeah, Yeah we’re coming!” you yelled back as you fixed your outfit for the night. “I like your hair y/n.” Jane said as you both left your room. “It looks nice, how long did you take to do it, about an hour?” you playfully rolled your eyes at hopper. “No thirty minutes for mine and thirty for el’s!” you smiled as you all walked to the car. 

Once there, both you and el rushed out of the car. “Oh y/n you look gorgeous honey!” Joyce said as she gave you a hug. “Thank you!” Jonathan walked over with his camera in hand “smile!”  he said as he took a picture of you and Joyce hugging and smiling and hopper looking at you two in the background. 

“It looks so perfect! Thank you joyce!” you hugged her once again. She smiled at your reaction. “I'm glad you like it!” You walked over to Jonathan and talked to him for a bit while you both fixed the picnic tables. Slowly everyone started to arrive. You were the first to notice when Eddie had arrived. you quickly got up and ran over towards his van. “Hi!” you smiled as he got out.

“You sure look pretty! Is someone you like coming?” he asked as he looked at your outfit. “Yep, he's a fresh graduate named Edward munson! He’s pretty cute!” you smiled and went to hug him but was interrupted by hopper coughing. You sighed and smiled at eddie.

“Eddie, this my dad hopper, dad this is my boyfriend eddie.” you introduced them both. “It’s nice meeting you mr hopper.” Eddie stuck his hand out but Jim ignored it and started Eddie up and down. “Y/n let me and Eddie have a moment alone!” you groaned and quickly gave Eddie a hug before walking away. “Don’t you dare do what you did to mike!” you pointed at Jim before you walked over to Joyce and murray. 

“He’s gonna make him run for the hills huh?” you asked out loud as you sat down next to joyce. “It’ll be alright honey!” she rubbed your leg, trying to calm you down. You had gotten pulled away from the table by nancy, steve, robin and the kids who wanted to play volleyball. “She was cheating! I saw her!” Steve said as he lost against you “sure you did grandpa!” he gawked at you. “She’s not wrong!” Dustin said as he walked over with robin.

You laughed and looked over and realized Eddie was helping Joyce make the food on the grill. You quickly walked over to the pair. “He didn’t scare you?” you asked as you walked up to the pair. “Nope! Just a warning!” you rolled your eyes.

Somehow you and Eddie managed to get away from everyone and found a fishing deck, you both sat down and looked up at the stars that started to show as the moon began to rise. “What did my dad tell you earlier?” you asked as you both sat down on the deck. “Nothing much just that if I ever hurt you in any way he won’t be responsible if a random charge will be added to my criminal record, you know the usual.” he chuckled a bit “Sorry about him.” you both laugh. 

“What are you gonna do now ms graduate?” Eddie asked you as you stared at him. “Probably find a job then definitely move out of my dad’s house!” you both chuckled.

“What do you wanna do now that you’ve graduated?” you ask Eddie as you sat across from each other. “I don’t know yet…get a job, marry you, get a better car, move out on my own, you know the basics.” you smiled as you processed his words.

“What did you say?” you asked with a smile on your face. “Get a better car?” he asked, acting clueless. “You said marry me?” he smiled and nodded at you. “Actually,” he reached into his jacket pocket. “Till i can buy you a better ring, please y/n y/m/n hopper promise to be my future fiance when i buy you an actual ring and not some candy one?” he asked as he held out a ring pop. you laughed and nodded at him. He smiled and slipped on the candy ring. “To be honest i’ll love this ring much more than an actual engagement ring!” you smiled at him.

Bonus:

You and Eddie finally decided to make your way back to where everyone was. You both sat down and ate some food, Joyce smiled when she noticed the ring pop on your left hand. “Nice ring!” you smiled at Joyce “thank you, it’s watermelon!” you laughed. “What’s watermelon?” hopper asked as he sat down across from you, next to Joyce and jane. “Why is there a ring on your hand!?” you smiled at your dad’s reaction. “It’s just candy, calm down hop!” Joyce said as she unwrapped it and held it out to jim. Everyone awed at the pair. You smiled and leaned onto eddie's shoulder and you watched your dad get flustered by Joyce's actions.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x hopper!reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader #stranger things x y/n #stranger things fanfiction

[keepyourbliss]

touch starved!boyfriend!jonathan byers hcs <3

bc he’s my babygirl and i’m in shambles every time i think ab this </3 these r kinda ramble-y and super self-indulgent but hopefully someone else will appreciate this !! completely gender neutral, no pronouns are used to refer to the reader and clothes aren’t mentioned

this man is so touch starved it’s unbelievable

he can’t remember the last time he was hugged by someone who wasn’t joyce

he doesn’t even shake hands

so he has no idea what to do when you do touch him

romantically or otherwise

he’s comfortable with you so he doesn’t mind it exactly

it just catches him completely off guard every time and he doesn’t know how to act

you know that and you’re completely understanding

which he appreciates

don’t get me wrong, he revels in touch

it just overwhelms him and he never knows what to do with himself

the first few times yous cuddle he’s quite stiff

overtime the two of you get closer and he relaxes more

you always let him take his time and you never push him, you know it can be overwhelming for him

when you hold hands in public his get clammy real fast and he always apologises kinda sheepishly

but you find it endearing

the first time you play with his hair he damn near bursts into tears

you hold him as close and as tight as he’ll let you and play with his hair until he drifts off

he feels so loved

you know that, even if he doesn’t say it

he always makes sure he tells you in other ways

he’s not very vocal about these things

so it’ll be things like squeezing you a little tighter for a few seconds when you hold him or vice versa

or nuzzling into you

he’s very shy about kissing to begin with but as soon as you put your hands on his face he melts instantly

and he puts his hands on you wherever he can, your neck, sides, face, hair

because he wants to feel you

not necessarily in a sexual or desperate way

he just wants to feel you, close to him, as much as he can without it becoming too much

he’s always been clingy

but after yous have been together for a while and have eased into touch he becomes super needy

in a sweet way

he just loves you so much and wants to hold you and be held all the time

or just touching in one way or another

like sitting super close together or holding hands whenever you can

it still becomes overwhelming to him sometimes

he just needs his space, as do you, and neither of you take issue with that and are always willing to give that space wherever and whenever it’s needed

you understand each other

and he thanks his lucky stars every day that he has you

#it’s self-indulgent hc o’clock #i would argue it’s self care #therapy is expensive but this is FREE #jonathan byers x reader #jonathan byers #stranger things #headcanons #hcs

[lonesome-witching]

I Couldn't Kill You If I Tried

I'm so excited for this prompt. I had a blast writing it and I hope you guys like it. This one features a flayed Nancy. Thanks again to the anonymous prompter who left this in my asks.

You can read my previous prompts or send me some new ones.

“And I think that’s kind of special, you know?” Robin had been rambling for about ten minutes now. There was something about being close to Nancy to caused her to lose the ability to shut up. She just talked and talked and talked. And she knew why, she knew it was because Nancy made her nervous, she knew that it was because she had a crush on Nancy, but it didn’t change the fact that she constantly felt like a nuisance.

Especially now. Because Nancy wasn’t reacting. She wasn’t nodding her head with a tight-lipped smile. She wasn’t giggling at the ridiculous bullshit Robin shared. She wasn’t recognizing Robin’s existence in the slightest.

It felt like one of the many nightmares Robin had. The ones where she ran her mouth and shared too much, and Nancy found out the truth about her. They never ended well.

“Nance?” Robin hated herself for the way her voice quivered.

There was no reaction.

Robin rushed forward on clumsy feet and walked backwards, simply to be able to get a better look at Nancy. If the girl hadn’t been walking, Robin would have assumed this was all Vecna.

“Nance?” Robin asked again. But as she looked into Nancy’s eyes, she missed the blue. Instead, her eyes were black, as if those irises had been poisoned by a drop of ink. “Nance? Are you alright?”

Maybe it was stupid that she reached her hands towards the other girl. The girl that was still walking. But what else was Robin supposed to do?

The second her fingertip grazed Nancy’s arm, the girl tackled Robin to the ground. There were hands around her neck, squeezing almost as tight as the vines had back in the Upside Down.

“Nance, Nancy, please.” The words were barely audible. Nothing more than shallow breaths. “Please, let go.” Robin’s hands reached for Nancy’s wrists.

Blue returned to Nancy’s eyes as she threw herself off Robin’s body. Robin sat up, her hand stroking over her neck. She had already opened her mouth to comfort Nancy, to tell her everything would be okay, even if she didn’t understand what had just happened. But Nancy muttered a soft sorry before rushing away.

-

“Something is wrong. I think she might be… flayed,” El said, her eyes closed tightly and a drop of blood dripping out her nose.

Robin was sitting in front of her, silently tapping her finger against her knee. She had been beyond agitated when she reached Hopper’s cabin. It still was a bit of a dump despite the work they all had done on it. Robin was pretty sure Joyce was actively looking for another place to stay. Something that shouldn’t be this hard with people moving away left and right.

“She’s fighting though. She’s fighting, but she seems… she seems tired.” El opened her eyes and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. “I tried to reach for her, but she pushed me out.”

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Robin yelled. She jumped up and started pacing the floor. “Flayed? That means she is like Billy. We all know how that ended. I can’t— She can’t die.”

“Will was flayed at one point and we got it out of him,” Jonathan offered.

“How?” Robin stopped pacing and instead opted to stare at the boy on the couch, Nancy Wheeler’s ex-boyfriend.

“Me and Nancy burned it out of him.”

Robin thought about pushing a hot poker into Nancy’s flesh and a shiver ran down her spine. She couldn’t. She could never hurt Nancy like that.

A knock at the door prohibited Robin from saying anything else. Robin followed Jonathan’s lazy steps toward the cabin door.

“You know it’s not polite to poke into someone’s head without permission.” Nancy looked different. She was wearing tight leather pants and a black shirt. Robin hated to admit that it looked hot on her.

“Nancy?” Robin asked.

“Robin?” Nancy’s face twisted into a sweet smile. It was almost easy enough to pretend it was real.

“What are you doing here?” The words felt bitter in Robin’s mouth. A few days ago, she would have been delighted to see Nancy at her doorstep.

“I’m here for you, of course.” Nancy took a step forward. “I want to finish our little get together from earlier. Aren’t you in the mood?”

Jonathan tried to grab for Nancy’s arm, but she escaped his grasp. It was shocking that Nancy seemed to be moving with even more elegance than she usually did. It somehow made Robin feel even smaller, more inadequate, than she usually did. Because even in her current stance she portrayed a lack of elegance that she had never seen on another girl.

“I’m not sure I am in the mood,” Robin responded, a soft breath escaping her mouth without consent. She had barely registered the way she had been holding her breath.

“Oh, poor Robin. Can’t you make some time for your dear friend. I really would love to speak to you.” Nancy’s voice sounded off. Like she was playing a character.

In the back of her mind Robin heard El’s voice. I think she might be… flayed. So, maybe she was playing a character. Or rather, maybe Vecna was playing a character. Was it Vecna? Or was the Mind Flayer its own boss? Robin wasn’t sure anymore. Maybe she had missed too much of the beginning.

“Nancy.” She felt almost stupid saying that name. Because every step Nancy took toward her made her look less like Nancy.

“Robin, Robin, Robin.” Each time Nancy’s voice uttered her name, she took a step closer. “I’m really going to enjoy ripping your heart out.”

When Jonathan tried to grab Nancy’s arm again, he succeeded. His hand tight around the limb. Robin worried it was hurting Nancy. But the girl simply turned towards the boy she used to love with a smirk on her face. All it took was one push for him to go flying through the room. Robin wanted to scream. But not a single sound escaped her.

Maybe she had gotten lucky that Nancy seemed to be distracted. It would have been the perfect moment for Robin to run, as Nancy walked over to Jonathan’s limp body and El jumped into action to defend her brother. This was how Robin could get out. But she was locked into place, simply destined to watch. So, she did.

She watched as Nancy straddled Jonathan’s body. She watched as those slender fingers gripped for Jonathan’s throat. She watched as Jonathan defended himself and Nancy pushed him in the face. She watched as El threw Nancy off her brother without so much as taking one step closer.

And then Nancy laughed. She laughed as she crawled up. There was blood on her knuckles and a grin on her face and yet she still looked beautiful. Robin was well aware she shouldn’t be thinking about that now.

She continued watching and yet she didn’t see what happened. All she knew was that in the blink of an eye El lay unconscious on the floor and fear gripped at Robin’s heart.

Nancy released a long breath. “Finally, just you and me.”

Robin felt the hairs on her arm stand upright. She wanted to crawl into the corner of the room. She stayed standing where she stood. “Why do you want me?”

Nancy rolled her eyes dramatically. “I don’t, she does.”

“Alright, well what does she want from me?”

“It’s hard to say. But it’s a distraction. You, Robin, are a distraction. And I can’t have any distractions.”

One hand squeezed Robin’s throat. Just like before. She tried to find a sign on Nancy’s face, an indicator of what she was meant to do. Nancy was the one who came up with plans. Nancy was the one who took charge. And now Nancy was gone, and Robin was struggling to breathe in more ways than one.

She thought about dying. She thought about whether or not there would be a heaven and hell and where she’d end up. If the religious were right, she’d be burning for all eternity. But Robin was certain it wouldn’t hurt as much as this very moment. Nothing could ever hurt that much.

Her eyes fell to Nancy’s lips. They weren’t smiling anymore. They weren’t doing anything. Robin wasn’t sure what came over her. She pushed against Nancy’s hand to get closer, to close that damned space between them and then she connected their lips. It was shocking how nice it felt. Or maybe it wasn’t shocking at all because it was still Nancy. These were Nancy’s lips and no matter who had poisoned her brain, that fact would never change.

It took a few moments before Nancy’s lips started moving against her own, even before Robin’s lips moved. But as Nancy started kissing her, her hand slacked and fell off Robin’s neck only to get a hold of Robin’s shirt, pulling. Pulling Robin closer.

The kiss didn’t last long. Perhaps half a minute, and then Nancy pulled away. Her blue eyes were wet with unshed tears, one of her hands was gripping the fabric at Robin’s shoulder while the other dangled next to her body. Her lips were wet, and Robin vaguely realized that it was because of her own saliva.

“Robin?” It was barely audible.

“Nance, are you alright?”

“I— How do you know it’s me?” Nancy sounded like she wanted to cry and perhaps she did.

“Your eyes. You have blue eyes. But when you were flayed, they were dark and… your eyes.”

“You kissed me,” Nancy whispered. Almost as if she spoke too loudly it would cease to be true.

“I did. You kissed back.”

“I did.” Nancy’s hand let go of Robin’s shirt. She missed it.

“I would— do you— I—” Robin couldn’t seem to speak.

“Why did you kiss me?” Nancy interrupted.

Robin sighed. “I was about to die and— I guess I didn’t care about consequences because I had nothing to lose.”

“Would you like— does that mean— I think that—” Nancy stumbled over her words. “Would you like there to be consequences?”

Robin blinked a few times. “What do you mean?”

“I want to kiss you again,” Nancy answered.

“Oh, those kinds of consequences?”

Nancy nodded, eyes locked in on their target.

“I would like there to be those kinds of consequences.”

“Thank God.” Nancy leaned in, and Robin was certain God had nothing to do with this. This was all Nancy.

#prompts #ronance #flayed Nancy #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #my work #stranger things #fanfic #robin x nancy #nancy x robin #ronance fic #I actually really like this one #there is violence in this #but not that much

[fatmaclover]

my brain is not letting me form thoughts coherently but I'm thinking so much about our little charlies home alone wolrd i feel siccck i feel sick. do you think they talked at all while she was out of the room about them caring about her. do you think she said anything emotional while on pain meds. im thinking

katie you make me ill. thank you

i bet mac and dennis definitely have moments just. sitting. in the waiting room. they definitely fight. it starts with mac and dennis fighting over each other for not being worried about joyce, like the fights in charlie gets crippled yknow? theyre fighting sure but it's definitely an expression of how much they care about joyce.

i definitely think theres a phase there, though, where mac and dennis are shooed from her room, since she needs her rest or whatever. and i imagine neither of them are gonna be the worse best friend and go home first. so theyre just sitting, silent, still emotional after crying with joyce. and after a while, you can see mac looking up through his lashes at dennis.

he asks if dennis thinks joyce will be okay. of course dennis says she will be. he tells mac not to be a pussy. some heartfelt scene with mac rambling, admitting his care and worry for joyce. dennis taking a long moment to contemplate, before agreeing, admitting how worried he gets for her, too. how much he cares. theres a long beat of silence, before they break into a fight over whos fault it is again, though its definitely with less effort than before.

as for joyce saying emotional shit on pain meds you know she was on that "i did it all for you guys" shit that makes mac and dennis feel 70x worse. "i hope you guys at least had a good game" and mac is about to punch a hole in the wall. sure she did all that so the eagles could win, but would she even care if the eagles werent so important to her friends? would she be that self sacrificial?

maybe once mac and dennis get to have time alone with her they get a bit more sappy. mac definitely would. sneaking in some glue or something to be able to get high with joyce. hes trying to be strong but he cant get over the guilt that he wasnt there to protect her. maybe hes even crying over her, finally pouring his feelings to her. finally getting out how much he cares and how sorry he is for not being there sooner.

and man. joyce really misses middle and elementary school. she misses the mac that would talk to her like this without her nearly dying in order to achieve it. in the moment, she lets herself be happy that shes getting anything at all though.

#sorry this took so long i was watching sunny with my friend #also sorry that im not writing a lotta dennis for this one. writing him drives me insane #iasip spoilies #keys dont look

[crispycreambacon]

I thought I'd share the sketch of this poster/book cover as well as my initial concepts! You can click the "Read More" button for more in-depth explanations on my design process.

Thhis is all for my latest fanfiction, Snip Snip, so if you'd like to check that out, then...

Now let's crack in!

For the release of "Snip Snip", I actually had several different directions in mind! One was a comic of one of the scenes from the fanfic—specifically the one where the Professor breaks down in front of Kate and Joyce with the line "I don't like being a woman"—and the other was a series of doodles showing the Professor's transition. Unfortunately, both directions met dead ends as I couldn't find the motivation to do either. The most progress I made were these sketches.

If you're wondering, "The first one looks familiar..." that's because I reused that pose for my first promo art! It was too good of a pose. I couldn't waste it :P

But anyways, after a period of getting extremely frustrated over the lack of progress, I realized my main problem: I was biting off more than I could chew. I didn't know this at the time, but I was dealing with burnout from school assignments that made drawing more ambitious ideas like the ones I had very difficult. Hence, I had to scale it down. It made me think, "Why not do something like a movie poster or a book cover?"

That's how the sketches at the top of the post came to be! I consulted a friend of mine over which pose to choose, and he picked the third one which I understand why so. The obscuring of the Professor's face not only made it cool, but it adds symbolism in how we don't really see his true identity—the real him—until his transition. Here's the first sketch!

As you can see, the title is on the top left corner! However, I moved it to the bottom for two reasons

It's advice I learnt while looking up how to make movie posters since moving the title to the bottom tends to bring more focus to the illustration above.

I couldn't find a font that fits! And the idea of doing typography again (especially after the Keep Yourself Safe poster...) was really not what I signed up for.

But then it left the problem of the top corner looking empty. It was too distracting! So what did I fill it in with? The subtitle: This is their story. The composition is now more balanced, and also the subtitle tickles me.

As I said before, I looked up movie posters for this! Special thanks to the Nashville Film Institute and Muse by Clio for their articles that guided me during this poster making process. I will say though I got really sidetracked watching Filmmaker IQ's The History of the Hollywood Movie Poster 😭 It's really interesting, I'd recommend watching it!

One thing I learnt is that movie posters limit their colour palettes. Of course, this is good advice for art in general, but movie posters emphasize on its colour usage to attract the audience with their simple yet bold schemes. It is a piece of advertisement after all! Following their footsteps, I limited my colours to the primary colours (red, yellow, blue) and purple to make the scissors pop and allude to the nonbinary flag colour scheme.

And from there, it was just a matter of experimenting with rendering! I wanted a mix of pop art and storybook illustrations, so I mixed lineart with lineless, and I wanted to retain the energy of the sketch while still polishing it, so I cleaned the sketch, merged it with the colours, and painted on top of it rather than make a separate lineart layer.

Overall, I'm extremly proud of the end result! The struggle of figuring out the promo art for this fic has been tormenting me since the beginning of the year, so I'm glad to bring it to an end. Thank you for reading my ramblings! I hope you learnt something or at least had fun? Either way, have a good day!!

#this truly has been a rambles moment #i really really recommend watching that video by the way it is FASCINATING #the professor #shane madej #puppet history #poster design #art process #design process #art #artists on tumblr #sketches #concept art #chris p fried rambles #chris p fried art

[cygninae]

You said you like Stranger Things in one of your asks, who's your favourite character? Also which character do you personally most relate to and which character do you find the most interesting and/or complex (and please feel free to elaborate in great detail!)

Hello, thank you for the ask! This is such a hard question but I'll try to answer to the best of my ability.

If I had to choose, my favourite character is probably Nancy. I mean, she's just really cool. I love how she's evolved over the seasons and how it reflects on her physical character design (hair, costume, etc). I love how she interacts with the people around her because it is so interesting. For example, in the fight she has with Jonathan in S3, she is trying to show him the misogyny she's been facing and is getting extremely frustrated at him for not seeing it, but at the same time she is blind to the classism he's facing and his difficulties with his poverty. She didn't have ill intentions, she just felt so so strongly that she became sort of tunnel-visioned. I love her passion, how she sees everything around her with a need for justice, how everything is worth her time because she wants to know things. I LOVE that her career goal is a journalist because I could truly see her thriving in that when she finds a niche. I can't wait for her to leave Hawkins and go to university and find herself because she has this potential, this spark that makes her so unique from the other characters to me. Whenever she's on screen it's HER scene, you know.

Funnily enough, the character I would say I relate most to is Jonathan. Or kind of a mix between him and Nancy. He also has this immense passion, like Nancy, but his is like a precise volt of energy into his photography and he hides this passion beneath a dark exterior that he hopes will ward people off. I may be a terrible photographer, but I relate to the concentration of all of your fervency into this one part of life that gives you a sense of being needed. Jonathan needs to feel needed. We can see that in how he's falling off the rails in S4, because his brother doesn't really need him anymore - Will is growing up, Nancy is busy in a whole other state, El has Will and Joyce - and Jonathan is lost without being needed by these people, so he turns to weed for an escape because it stops him thinking. (BIG FUCKING RELATE).

I fucking love Jonathan. I need him to catch a break because he's been through so much. Anyway, I'm not sure what else I can say about him, because there is SO much. I could make another post about Jonathan if anyone would be interested - I could make it far more organised than this.

You also asked who I found most fascinating, but I suppose I've sort of covered that, so I'll just ramble on a bit about some pairings I like? (You invited this I'm afraid.)

As one may guess I absolutely love Jonathan and Nancy. I don't think their relationship is the healthiest but that doesn't stop me being obsessed with everything about their pairing and the aesthetic of it. I think daily about that scene of them lining up their scars. What they want through was unique to them and they found themselves in each other when the trauma made them feel alone. They wound themselves together because all of their pain was reflected in eachother - and while that's not a great reason to start dating, I truly think they fell in love with eachother as they did this, and I can't blame them for wanting to find the slightest bit of comfort after what they went through. I love how dark and twisted the reason for their love is. I love how softly they hold eachother despite it. I love how they talk about the other when they're not there, how despite all of the darkness in their lives, they're eachother's anchor to the real world. I love how their career goals line up, the journalist and the photojournalist, and I love how Nancy brings Jonathan's passion out of him and let's him show it in front of her without being afraid of being judged, and he let's her follow her dreams, her thirst for knowledge, even if it means him losing the one girl who makes his life worth living. He's willing to leave her life if it means she can live it fully.

Anyway, some other dynamics I like are Will and Mike - romantically, Lucas and Max - romantically and Will and El - sibling dynamic. I really do hope Mike and Will can get together in the final season, because I think it would draw the show to this really nice close. Yes, the freak can have his true love. He can be loved because he is a freak, he is different - they're both different, but with eachother they're Kings of the world. Society's expectations don't matter when they have eachother.

With Max and Lucas, they are just so sweet. Lucas might not fully understand Max's depression and grief, but he wants to understand it. Something about that complete devotion, even when Max isn't being herself, just pulls at my heart. I really want an unconditional love like that. Max might've thought that Lucas was changing, that he wouldn't care about her after becoming popular - but then he's there, when she's almost died because of Vecna, and he's telling her I'm here, i'm here, I'm here, and he's holding her so tight that she can feel that he won't let anything happen to her. They are just like... soulmates. Seriously. They fit together like puzzle pieces and they NEED eachother. I really, really hope Max is cognitive in S5 because I need her and Lucas to just talk to eachother and hold hands and be teenagers in love despite the world falling apart around them. Yeah.

Sorry if I didn't make much sense, once again i wrote this all with no structure and just spoke my mind so it may seem disjointed. Hope I answered your question though and made it a bearable enough read.

#asks #stranger things #jancy #byler #willel #lumax #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler

[unabashednightmarepizza]

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐹𝑜𝑟𝑏𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝐴𝑝𝑝𝑙𝑒 | Stranger Things Series x DemonQueen!Reader

Stranger Things Masterlist , Part 1, series masterlist

Tagging: @preciousbabypeter @mosf13

"No more arguing kid! I stay and you go back to your school. Your mom would kill me if she sees you still here..."

Walking around nervously with some damp towels to make both Hopper and his mom wake up, Will gave you a sassy look which screamed that he wasn't going to do that. Rolling your eyes at him, you carried Hopper bridal style to his bed while Joyce was laying down on the couch. You were amused by humans, and their reactions to many situations were immaculate.

"I'm not gonna leave my mom like that! Besides-"

Will only sighed when he came face to face with school again. Looking around himself to see a glimpse of you, he just screamed at you and your stupid magic.

"I DON'T LIKE THIS AND YOU'RE MAKING FUN OF IT, GOD DAMN IT!" Giggling at his stressed voice calling out to you, you just popped another candy into your mouth gleefully while waiting for both adults to wake up.

"I love making humans angry, they almost look like an angry chihuahua!"

You hummed and plomped back on the armchair Jim had in his house and summoned your book that contained info about all of the creatures in your world and how to stop, contain or train them. Whatever was happening to this town wasn't normal, and it didn't just have anything to do with the monsters popping out randomly.

On the Earth, there were some points, points that have energy circles around them, a high aura of supernatural magic much like the magnetic field of this planet, that attracted many who practice witchery, summoning rituals and so on. Throughout the history, many people tried to learn the exact locations of those points to have the absolute control over the whole world but, they weren't left alone. Every single one of them was protected by an angel and a demon which later erased the memory of the people who got themselves into it so that no one would dare to do the same shits...

But obviously, someone didn't do a great job with this one gate and now you got to protect a bunch of humans.

Seeing that Joyce was stirring on the couch, you straightened up and let the book disappear before waiting on the chair for her to sober up from her slumber. When she finally opened her eyes and looked at you, you could see the hesitation on her face with a tint of... blush?

"If you are wondering whether I did something to you or not, I just read my book and watched you... I-I mean not creepily of course more like 'to-make-sure-you're-okay' kinda way!" Looking at your suspicious rambling with a side eye, she was mesmerized by how... human you acted. She didn't think a demon, as you told them, could be like a shy girl but it was... cute.

You blushed at what she thought and tried to act cool by getting up and pacing around the room. "You know you're right, right? About some shit happening I mean... We need to go and check that place as soon as Hopper wakes up."

Startled at the way you knew what she was worried about, she paced after your form who barged in Jim's room and slapped him awake.

"But how do you know about it? Do you know something we don't?"

"I know a lot of things that you don't... I'll tell you more on the road but here is the summary: there are gates all around the world that opens up to different worlds and one is about to be open again."

*****

"Let me get this straight: You're the DEVIL'S daughter who is trying to protect humanity? Bullshit, I say that's bullshit!"

"Hopper!"

Rolling your eyes at the man on the driver's seat, you wiggled on your seat at the back while Joyce was scolding him for being rude. Getting your cuffed hands in front of you, you leaned towards his ear threatiningly.

"Watch your tounge, boy... Don't think that just because you cuffed me, I can't do something about it..."

Snapping the cuffs which made a scared look settle on his face, you looked at Joyce cheerfuly. "Thank you for defending me, Joyce but I believe he learnt his lesson!"

Sitting back on the seat, you looked at the scenery passing by in wonder. "I told you that I could just teleport us there, this's taking so long!"

But your whining fell to deaf ears since they didn't give a single fuck about you. Sighing out, you questioned whether it was a good idea to reveal yourself to these humans. It was taking too much time and you didn't want your dad's hot breath on your shoulder.

You looked ahead when the car stopped and got out, not waiting for them. Hopper came while grunting and they both tried to open the door which they failed. You came close to the door and inspected it while they were looking at you suspiciously. Again.

"There is some locking spell on this door, I can easily-"

"Oh please, you red horns! Not everything is about magic, now get away so that I can kick it open." With a dead stare, you stepped away and pulled Joyce with you while she was looking at you with curious eyes. Leaning down until your faces were close, you didn't realize how her heart sped up a bit.

"Trust me, his ass is going to be handed to his hands in silver plate and I wouldn't want you to stuck under him and crush-" And that's exactly what happened with a shocked Jim looking at you upside down.

"That's exactly what I said... Now, move your ass so that I can open it!"

Making some hand movements and clicking the lock open when a purple smoke came out of the door, you looked inside sharply, looking around to see some movements. "Purple? Purple isn't good..."

"Why do you look worried, Y/N? Does that mean something bad?"

Shaking your head no to not to worry them, you let your thoughts linger inside your mind. Purple magic meant that it was someone who used to experience the bad side of the magic but either turned good or was at the grey part of the Moon. Neither good nor bad...

Someone else was playing with them like a mouse and that person was probably still here.

Raising your hand and summoning your whip which started to shine a bright red, they flinched at the sight of it which made you raise a brow. "What? I need something to protect myself!"

Shaking their heads, you three went inside while your other copies were with the problematic kids to save their asses.

*****

"Hi, cute sailor! You are pretty smart for finaly decoding it!"

Letting out a silent scream at the voice coming from right behind her, Robin looked at you with wide eyes which turned into a calm blue. Steve staggered back and fixed his hair which made you pout and seeing that a third person was with them, you tilted your head at the kid with a soft smile.

"Hello, Dustin. I see that you also joined the mission now, huh?"

I can finally go to heaven, thought Dustin who was looking at the most beautiful creature he had seen. It felt like rose petals were thrown around you two while you were giving him your number kinda cliche romantic setting... Which made you cringe at his dream and how hard the puberty was hitting him.

"Anywayyys... Since you're getting yourselves in trouble, I need to protect you guys so that you wouldn't get killed-"

"WE'RE GONNA GET KILLED!?"

" How do you even know about the mission?"

You rolled your eyes at their stupid remarks and just took both Steve's and Robin's hands into yours while Dustin was running behind you three. Your touch seemed cold even for a human and it felt like holding a rock. And there was something like a strong supernatural thing around you that made Steve shiver, after learning what was happening in Hawkins, he just knew that you weren't human.

"You aren't what you told you to be, are you?"

Grinning at him and the fact that he wasn't that stupid, you let your red eyes snap which left both of them star-strucked with both awe and fear. "You aren't as stupid as I thought you to be, Steve Harrington... I liked that~"

Running to the backroom of their work place, you started to tell them everything about you. They didn't believe you though, you expected that after all. No one would believe someone when they told them such thing so, with a sigh, your fire engulfed your form and your true form( at least the one that could be seen by humans) appeared which Robin tried to touch your wings and Steve let out a long whistle.

"Oh hush, boys! There are more important things to do right now, and Robin? Please close your mouth, sweetie."

Robin slapped a hand on her face and looked at you with flustered, wide eyes. She couldn't believe that she almost gawked at your gorgeous form, revealing her secret that she kept hidden for so long. But by the glint in your eyes, she knew that you know it by the seductive wink which she blushed even more nervously.

"Hey, Robin! Are you coming or something?"

She shook her head and ran after you three while you changed your form again which Dustin whined at why you changed something so cool.

"Do you want to be caught, sweet boy? If so, then I can change again..."

That shut his mouth pretty quick, you noted.

******

"Why are you so mad at me Hopper? What did I do to you?"

Joyce looked at you upon your question and saw that you were really sad, with the frowning that looked like a toddler's and the downcasted eyes. She didn't know it, but when you touched her shoulder as soon as you guys entered, you saw her memories. Memories of a man dying in front of her by one of the creatures of Hell which was also the reason for your sadness. You knew that if someone was killed by one of them, no matter they were good or bad, they would go to Hell, a cruel rule God has put.

"I don't know, maybe the fact that you're a demon? The reason of sin?"

"Hopper, don't be like that..." Joyce mumbled. Maybe she was being so soft but you trully didn't deserve this.

"... We were never the kne who told you guys to kill, steal or sin. You were given a free will and some of you chose to abuse it. I think it's not my fault..."

Stopping in his track, Hopper turned to you with a serious look Joyce knew, which meant nothing good.

"It's not your fault? Your father was the one who did all of this! He is the Devil! You want me to believe that he's good or something!?"

"No, I don't but this where you're wrong: Just because my father is the Devil, it doesn't mean I'm just as bad... You don't know anything about me Hopper and if you're gonna trauma dumb at me, please know that I had nothing to do with any of these... " You knew things were hard for him, especially after his daughter's death and you didn't want to hurt him so you just kept your silence.

Hopper was intrigued, to put it simply. Your eyes looked like hell, someone who faced with many things and in a way, it was true. God knows how old you were, you were like a walking history teacher.

And you looked... kinda sweet. With your big eyes, caring nature--even though it irritated him-- your sassiness... He wasn't going to admit any of these though.

Grumbling to himself while inspecting, he suddenly told a few things that made Joyce fidget. Something about her moving away...

"You're gonna leave the town? To be honest, I can understand..."

Rolling his eyes at what you said while he was trying to convince her to stay but he looked in astonishment at what you said after, heart picking its rate faster at how you voiced his thoughts with big eyes. " I know it's hard, you know? Loosing your child, almost loosing your son... I know how it feels like but you have people that cares about you. I mean, you can guess the amount of times I was bullied at downstairs for my traumas..."

Giggling to ease the tension, you were relieved to see that they both smiled at you. Even Jim, who was still adamant on not trusting you was smiling softly at you with those twinkling eyes. Feeling Joyce's soft hands on yours made your heart beat faster and you scolded yourself for feeling like this. It was obvious that Jim loved her and you weren't about to get in the way and make him hate you even more.

It was when a sound echoed around that you all parted your eyes away from each other. Looking behind himself with a hand in front of both of you, Jim took his gun out and walked deeper inside the facility. Ordering you to stay back and protect Joyce while he went to look around, you couldn't reach him in time and stomped your foot in the ground angrily, messing with your hair.

"You humans, and your tendencies of acting like a hero!"

You cursed the shit out of Jim when you found him laying on the ground even more but grabbed your head in pain at the ringing in your ears.

Your superiors were ordering you to come back to the Heaven Grounds.

******

"How the hell did I get here..."

Getting the painkiller and water for him, Joyce sat next to Jim who chunked it down hastily. "It was Y/N... I'm telling you she's so strong that she carried both you and me here, I mean she technically teleported us here but she took care of you..."

Grumbling under his breath, Jim made a note to thank you later while changing his clothes. But upon seeing you nowhere, he looked at Joyce with a raised brow.

"Where is the two horns? Did she run away or something?"

"No... After dropping us here, she said she had to go and came back later but then went away again... Said something about praying... I guess?"

And it was true, not that they knew it. You had a talk with the Heaven, not a pleasant one and stomped away from them. They thought that you weren't doing your job when they were the ones who sat back and watched as shit went down.

" Don't get yourself attached to humans, sister... Who knows what woul happen to them, like what happened to the last human you cared about~"

You wouldn't let anyone get in your way to protect humans, protect Will... your perfect vessel...

But it seemed that, the Mind Flayer and whoever was behind controlling it, weren't stopping any time soon when Will prayed to you hastily.

Please come Y/N, I need you to help us... It's urgent...

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