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my-tin-can-mans · 2 years

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No More Trust

Eddie Munson X Reader, kinda Steve X Reader but it's not the focus.

Notes: Yeah I'm not so sure where this came from but I do love to write good angst. Eddie survives Vecna in this one but at what cost. Italics and flashbacks.

Warnings: literally the whole thing is angst. one small sexual interaction but not actual smut. seriously though angst.

Summary: You and Eddie used to date, but now you are about to get married to Steve until someone from your past shows up, all of the memories of why it didn't work start flooding though. the ending is open for interpretation.

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“Don’t marry him.” the voice came from behind you. You knew who it was instantly and you felt your stomach sink to the floor.

Today was your wedding day. You stood in a back room of the venue dressed in a gody white, over-the-top dress. Somewhere in this building, Steve stood in a room with all his groomsmen getting ready to call you his wife. But apparently, it wasn't going to be that easy.

After everything that had happened in Hawkins in the past years, you felt sad and alone. When the party defeated Vecna you decided to seek comfort in someone. Luckily Steve was looking for the same thing. Dustin, your brother was excited to see his sister, the mom of the group, and Steve his mentor and, well other mom of the group together.

You and Steve got along well together, whether that was because of all your shared trauma or the fact that you actually were meant to be together you would never be able to tell. You couldn't change the past. Although you wish you could. Before Vecna, well before everything, you and Eddie had been dating. Eddie was everything to you, he consumed your thoughts 24/7 while the two of you were separated, much to your dismay. Eddie and you were practically inseparable except for when it came to his D&D campaigns. That was until you found your brother keeping a demo dog as a pet.

If you had to look back and place a moment in time where Eddie and your relationship started to tear it would be right there. Dealing with demo dogs had taken a toll on you. Traumatized you. You started having nightmares that you couldn’t really explain to him, so you decided it would be best to not sleep over at his place anymore. He presumed you just didn’t really care for his somewhat questionable cleaning habits so he started trying to sneak into your place after your mom had gone to sleep.

“Eddie you can’t be here,” you stated stopping him from coming any further into your room from the window he had already climbed through.

“Why not? Your mom’s already asleep sweetheart and if I remember correctly you said you had to drop your brother off at a friend’s for the night earlier on the phone.”

“It's just that…” you paused. You couldn't think of a logical explanation and saying sorry I might wake up screaming because there was this one time I was attacked by creatures from another dimension and almost died doesn't really cut it, “my mom suspected I’ve been sneaking out so she's been checking up on me at night.”

He gave you a weird look not really buying it. “Okay then, no more sleepovers. Got it.” he quipped, turning around with a blank face and climbing back out of the window he had come in from.

That. That was the moment. Although it took a while for the two of you to actually break it off. That came in the summer while you dealt with the mind flayer. Well, you, didn't really deal with it, that was more for eleven and friends while you dealt with the Russian spies with Robin and Steve. Robin had been your friend for a while and Steve was beginning to grow on you after watching him practically mentor your younger brother. Not having your dad around anymore had really taken a toll on Dustin growing up. You and your mom were the only parental figures he had in his life and you knew he felt like he was missing something, after all, you couldn’t really talk to him about girls the way Steve could, no that would just be weird. So when you found out they both applied to be at Scoop Ahoy separately, this was your chance to combine your friend group much to both of their dismay about the other.

After being interrogated and being drugged, and everything, literally everything imaginable happening, you managed to land a few scrapes and bruises. If you had just remembered those were there a little sooner when finally getting to have some alone time with your boyfriend, maybe things would've been a little different.

You were laying on Eddie’s bed, thighs spread with Eddie in between them. He was kissing down your neck, grinding himself into you, “fuck baby, missed you so much, hate that stupid job of yours.”

“Somebody's gotta be the breadwinner,” you giggled. The giggles turned into a moan when he hit a particularly sensitive spot on your neck while also rutting down into with a particularly rough thrust.

“Come on now princess, we could live on the streets for all I care, just wanna be with you all the time.”

You sighed in bliss. Happy to have him back in your arms after such a traumatic past few days. When you were with Eddie it felt like a fairytale come to life, well maybe not your conventional prince charming and cinderella, more just the true love part.

He kissed down lower on your neck running his hands up your shirt to feel your skin, you were too distracted by the peace that had settled into your bones and the pleasant buzz of your heated make-out session to stop it from going any further.

“What’s this?” he questioned. Sitting up on his haunches with a more serious expression on his face than you'd seen in a long time.

“What’s what Eddie?” you asked. He frowned at you, lifting your shirt and pointing to the bruises littering your stomach and torso.

“Did somebody hurt you?” he asked. Yes, you wanted to say, but it's okay we took care of them, nothing to worry about just your typical Russian spies in Hawkins.

“It's fine Eddie, just-i just fell down the stairs.”

The frown on his face grew even deeper, “you don’t have stairs at your house, the Henderson's is a one-story, I should know im the one sneaking in and out of the windows.”

“Seriously Eds it's not a big deal,” you tried to laugh it off, “you know me im just clumsy.”

“These are more than just being clumsy, it looks like someone held you down and punched the living shit out of you. Why the hell can't you just tell me what happened.”

“It's not that simple,” you groaned, hiding your face with your hands. Hop made it clear to you all that none of this was supposed to be told to anyone. Now he was gone and you couldn’t bring yourself to disobey him. Besides even if you did tell him he would just think you were lying anyways, it was better to try and brush it off, now that it was all over it didn’t matter anyways you could focus on the two of you instead, you going into your first senior year, and Eddie going into his hopefully final senior year.

“How is it not that simple, we’ve been dating since you were you were a sophomore, three years, and you can’t tell me why you have some strange bruises on you?”

His voice was stern. Serious, the mood ruined, you couldn’t distract him with kisses anymore.

“I just can’t you okay? Can you just trust me and drop it?”

“Trust you? Seriously.” he scoffed. He moved from between your legs, getting off his bed in favor of pacing in front of it instead, “you want me to trust you after you show up at my house after not responding to my calls for days, telling me you were working extra shifts, even though I called over there and no one answered with strange bruises on you.”

You opened your mouth the speak but nothing came out. He stopped his pacing to look at you, “are you cheating on me?” he asked before you could think of anything to say.

“What! Of course not.”

“How can I believe that! You don't tell me anything anymore, I feel like you're keeping things from me, and I have for a while now, ever since last fall you’ve been acting different, I tried to tell myself it was just the stress of school getting to you, because ya know I never really got that, didn’t really care, but this summer it feels like its getting worse.”

“Eddie please,” you begged crawling to the end of his bed, reaching out for him, “I love you so much, you have to understand that, I love you so, so much but I just-”

“Just what?”

You faltered, “I just can’t tell you what's going on, but I promise you're the only one for me yeah? There's no one else, I couldn’t even dream of that.”

Silence. Eddie had stopped pacing and was standing in front of you with his arms crossed over his chest, looking at you intently as if you were a puzzle to solve.

“I don't think I can trust you anymore,” he said solemnly, he looked down at the floor, “and if I can’t trust you, I don't think we can be together.”

“Eddie please don’t.” he shook his head, still looking at the floor, “Eds, come on, I love you.” you said voice breaking as you reached out for him, “please” he took a step away, so when you grabbed for him you missed.

“No don’t make this any harder, I already made up my mind, this was just my final straw.”

So from then on, it was just you and Robin and sometimes Steve. Every once in a while you caught a glance of him in the hallways, giving his infamous speeches at lunch, striding out of the school doors with your brother when it was your turn to pick the boys up from hellfire. Dustin felt bad about joining the club sometimes with the history of you and Eddie, but you insisted it was fine. Nancy insisted that you weren't gonna be picking them up anymore after Mike told her that you almost ran off the road because your teary eyes didn't see the deer soon enough to hit the breaks properly one night.

That was until spring break, you hadn’t seen him. Hadn't talked to him. And now you stood in the boat house of reefer Rick’s letting Dustin explain everything that had happened in Hawkins that tore the two of you apart you felt sick to your stomach. He was not supposed to be drawn into this. That's why you didn't tell him. Why after he told you to leave, you did and you didn’t look back. Too many people had been hurt and it wasn't fair to allow the same thing to happen to him.

When everyone started to leave, you stayed behind for a second, wanting to make sure he was okay with all the information that just dropped into his lap. “So,” you hummed, “Chrissy, never knew you were into cheerleaders, would’ve joined the squad a long time ago to get your attention.”

He huffed at you. “It wasn’t like that, she just wanted something strong, you know I don't keep that shit on me.”

“Yeah but I also know you didn’t let clients into your house before.”

“Yeah well that was when there was someone who I cared about stayed with me.” he scoffed at you.

“Ouch,” you said. Getting up from the pole you were leaning on and heading towards the door if he was okay enough to be snippy with you, he was okay enough to be left alone while you guys handled this, plus you're sure Steve was getting impatient with you.

Just as you were about to take your first step out the door, he spoke up, “is this why you were keeping things from me? Cause you were dealing with this-” he gestured around, “this shit.”

“Yeah," you turned around to look at him, his face softening a little.

“Why didn't you just tell me, I could’ve been there for you.”

You scoffed, “would you of believed me if I did tell you?

“Probably not.” he signed, rubbing his face with his hands.

“Guess trust just wasn’t our strong suit huh?”

“No, you being honest with me wasn’t our strong suit.”

“You just said you wouldn’t have believed me anyways!” you started to raise your voice a little, “what difference would it of made.”

“I don't know I guess-” he looked down at his feet. “I guess now I could’ve at least had the closure of knowing it was my fault for not believing you that our relationship ended instead of you keeping things from me and being pulled into it anyways.”

That wasn’t fair for him to say. Your eyes met again, tears rising to the surface and while you stared at him in silence you could tell he was doing the same. You walked away. Again.

The gate to the upsidedown was closed and Vecna, the beginning of everything was gone, but you hadn't had to deal with the trauma without Eddie before. You couldn't go back to him now either, not after the conversation you had in the boat house. Not after you, almost saw him die. The image of him spitting up blood replayed in your head over and over again. You and Dustin managed to drag him through the gate and get him help. While he was in the hospital, you all gave your everything to defeating Vecna.

When it was done and over you couldn’t bring yourself to visit him. It hurt you too much to think about it. Besides you were sure he didn’t want to see you anyways. Not after he practically told you that you were the sole reason the two of you broke up.

Just because you weren't returning to Eddie didn’t mean you weren't lonely. You missed being able to seek comfort in his arms when things got bad. During the summer after, you hung out a lot with Robin and Steve, only now Robin had Vicky. So sometimes it was just you and Steve. And then well, you and steve became, you and Steve.

It was easy and convenient. Steve was always complaining about not being able to connect with any of the girls he took out, you were always moping around feeling lonely. So one night when Robin had bailed movie night to sneak out with Vicky, you and Steve stayed together to watch a movie, one thing led to the next and well, that’s how you ended up here, in the wedding dress Nancy and Robin had helped you pick out.

Your and Steve's relationship was easy, it felt right. Not as right as you and Eddie had ever felt but you were happy. That’s all that mattered. You loved Steve, and he treated you like you were the only thing that mattered in his life. So when he asks you to marry him you didn’t think twice before you said yes.

Although after the initial lovesick engagement phase wore off, and you were planning the wedding while Steve worked non-stop, once in a while you looked at the ring and thought, this wasn’t really you. You didn’t want to settle down and have “six nuggets” you weren't even sure if you wanted one, but Steve ensured you that the two of you would figure it out. That wasn’t it though, the ring wasn’t you. That was a silly thing to think but it did make you question things.

If Steve couldn’t get you a ring that was you, could he really know you? He knew about your trauma, about your life, but was that enough, did he get you? You couldn’t help but wondering what type of ring Eddie would’ve gotten you if he had ever proposed to you. You shook that thought from your mind whenever it came up.

“Don’t marry him.” he repeated.

As you turned around to look at him your eyes fell upon Nancy and Robin, both standing there wide eyed, probably mirroring the same expression you had on your face.

Eddie stood in the door way. Token band shirt and black jeans. For obvious reasons he hadn’t been invited to the wedding, “what” was all you could muster up.

“Hey bud I dont think this is a really good time ya know? What with it being her wedding day and everything maybe this conversion is a little late.” Robin spoke up. He turned to look at her, glaring daggers, “Or ya know maybe this is a great plan Eddie,” she spoke sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

Eddies turned his attention back to you once your friends rambling had been quieted, “don’t marry him.” he said for the third time.

“Eddie what the hell do you think you’re doing.”

“You might be happy right now but i know you, once that wears off and you move to the end of the culdesac and settle in, your not going to be.”

“Alright I think thats enough” Nancys voice was stern. She walked over between the two of you, breaking the gaze.

“Hey it’s okay nance, I got this,” you said placing a hand on her shoulder. “Why dont you and Robin you check up on the kids, make sure their behaving, give me a moment yeah?”

She turned to look at you, “you sure about that?” you nodded holding her gaze for a moment to make sure she understood, “holler if you need us yeah?” you nodded again and then she was walking about of the room with Robin behind her.

Once the door has closed you turned you attention back to Eddie, “let me get this clear, I have loved you since the moment I layed eyes on you, I tired to protect you from all the bad shit in my life and that wasn’t good enough for you, you didnt trust me, and then when you did find out the truth, it was my fault. My fault for trying to protect you, my fault for our relationship ending, my fault you couldn’t take me at face value and see that all I wanted was to love you. And when I finally moved on, finally found someone who appreciated me, you come and crash my wedding.”

“Look I’m sorry I just-”

“No you don’t get to be sorry Eddie, you practically broke my heart twice, isn't that enough for you?”

“Hey thats not fair you broke my heart too, I had no clue what secrets you were hiding.”

“Were not having this conversion again, it didnt turn out well two years ago lets not do it again.”

“Fine it’s in the past, but still, youre not gonna be happy with Steve!”

“I wouldn’t be marrying him if i didn’t think i was gonna be happy.” you scoffed.

“I can see it in your eyes, sweetheart. Please just give me a another chance, things are different now I know everything theres nothing to hide now.”

“Eddie please don’t do this, this isn’t fair.”

He had been pacing this whole time in front of you, just like he had the night he broke up with you, he stopped again this time, instead of telling you to leave though he stepped forward and pressed his lips into yours.

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thessalian · 7 months

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Faerun!Alisaie vs Moonrise Towers

And, up at Moonrise Towers, where eeeeverybody hates us now, and there are an awful lot of charred corpses

Alisaie: Well. Are we sure Aylin needs us here?

Jaheira: You want her to have all the fun?

Alisaie: No, but given she's left holy fire everywhere to burn the shit out of everybody? I think she might be a little careless about her allies. Then again, she's been trapped as living source of perma-healing for gods know how long, so I guess her being all killing-frenzy is understandable. Wanna come with?

Jaheira: I would not miss it.

Shadowheart: I still want to know what his deal is. I mean, maybe it's just me unevenly lapsing out of a cult, but I know what I did to start that uneven lapse; what the hell did he do?

Alisaie: Fuck if I know, but I figure it has something to do with his wife or some shit like that. Love makes you do the wacky. Anyway, let's go.

A long protracted fight with a whole lot of cultists later

Jaheira: Why are we wandering aimlessly around this tower?!? We need to get to Ketherick!

Alisaie: Potions, poisons, better weapons--

Gale: Ooh, books. *yanks protruding book from shelf*

Zombies: *rise and start attacking people*

Gale: WRONG BOOK!

Alisaie: Why does he even have that book?

Stabnation: *is incredibly brief*

Gale: All right. Carefully. *pulls another protruding book*

Pedestal: *clicks*

Gale: All right ... this is a locking mechanism. I ... don't know what it needs to make it open, though. Doesn't look like a key.

Alisaie: Given the fact that most of these acolytes are carrying humanoid hearts? I can guess.

Gale: *puppyeyes*

Alisaie: ...OhforfuckssakeGale... *picks up heart* Ew ew ew ew ew ew... *puts it on the pedestal*

Secret Room: *opens*

Controller Person: ...Given what happened in my own D&D group a few sessions ago? IRONY.

Once the looting of the tower was done, up to the roof

Ketherick: YOU! WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?

Alisaie: Huh. You've actually heard of me. I thought I left fewer of your so-called family alive to talk about me. Anyway, I restored the natural order. Big whoop.

Ketherick: Welp. Don't know what you expected to get out of this. Not like I'm getting redemption any time soon.

Alisaie: There's always a place for redemption. And while killing you would be kind of justified, given the shit you've pulled, I'm feeling like being the better person and letting you fucking repent before you die, just so you can see your poor dead wife again. Who would really not agree with any of this bullshit. Just FYI.

Ketherick: For a seeming pragmatist, you have some weird ideas about being able to redeem yourself from anything.

Alisaie: Where there's life, there's hope?

Aylin: KETHERICK THORM, YOUR LAST HOUR IS AT HAND!

Alisaie: *facepalm* OhforfuckssakeIwasgettingtohim...

Ketherick: Okay, no, hell with this. BOW.

Artefact: *says NOPE*

Ketherick: YOU had it this whole time?!? Oh, that's it; I'm just going to break you people.

Stabnation: *ensues*

Stabnation: *is interrupted by giant tentacle yoinking him away and down*

Ketherick: *as he's yoinked* AND YOU'LL GIVE ME MY DAUGHTER BAAAAaaaaack...

Jaheira: His dau-- wait. ISOBEL? Oh, FUCK no.

Alisaie: Explains a lot about why he sent that Marcus jackass, though. Anyway. That happened.

Wyll: Maybe we should have explored the dungeon a little more.

Alisaie: And let a bunch of traumatised tieflings and deep gnomes either sit in jail or go down into what's probably a fucking mind flayer colony? Are you nuts?

Wyll: No, but--

Jaheira: Hey. This is interesting and all, but... You're going after him, right?

Wyll: My father's probably down there! As well as some devil I really don't give a shit about but who not-saving might turn me into a lemure!

Gale: That's a thought. If it is Mizora as Alisaie theorises, would she be able to turn you into a lemure if you didn't save her? Does the contract extend past her death or mind-flayerdom or however that works?

Wyll: Much as I hate to say it, but if we don't rescue her, at best they get a powerful mind flayer. At worst? One of these True Souls with the power of a devil!

Alisaie: And it is all the leverage in the world to get her to break that fucking pact.

Jaheira: Excuse me, but Ketherick is below and he needs killing!

Alisaie: Yeah, and we're getting there, but we need a breather. And I'm honestly more worried about what we'll have to go through to get to him than I am about facing him again.

Jaheira: ...The fuck?

Wyll: Alisaiiiiiiie ... what did you do?

Alisaie: I haven't used the magic part of my ability suite for so long, you all forgot I had it, didn't you? I cast Heat Metal on him ... and he dropped something. *holds up Ketherick's hammer*

Gale; Wyll; Shadowheart; Jaheira: ...............

Shadowheart: One of the many reasons I love that woman. Let's go.

#Faerun!Alisaie #Thess liveblogs Baldur's Gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 spoilers

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eric-the-bmo · 1 year

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Tell me more about Ven pls!!

Oh!!!!!! Oh Ven my beloved!!! He’s so awful okay where do I start oh goodness-

{warnings for mentions of cannibalism, manipulation, memory loss, and suicide ideation}

Also all of this is from memory, I haven’t checked his character document in like half a year-

So! Mechanically speaking, Ven is a dnd character I have yet to play (im so sorry, ive got you intrigued by my dnd oc), but I’ve planned out events in my head and he essentially functions as a whump oc, my funky little pathetic magician who will be covered in blood. In regards to Dungeons and Dragons, he’s an Aberrant Mind Sorcerer with the Haunted One background <3

He likes poetry, peppermint tea, the color green, and would really just prefer to live peacefully in Meadowvale with his wife. He’s quiet and a bit nervous, and is reluctant to admit he has magic and has a habit of talking to himself. He dislikes being pushed on certain topics and will erupt in anger if continued to be pushed, and will often stalk off to read poetry to calm down (nerd). He also likes cooking, and carries around a journal that functions as both a poetry book and diary. He has very long fingers, a sign that his body has already begun to change from delayed ceremorphosis. I’m uh, I’m not the best at describing personalities? Maybe I’ll ramble more but here’s his backstory:

Ven showed up to Meadowvale around 8 years ago and bought an empty bookshop to use as his own. He was very religious and never spoke much about his past, even to Ophelia, the captain of the guard who would eventually become his wife. The two of them got married, and it rained, but that was okay. A little over a year ago in the current timeline, he suddenly disappeared. Search parties were sent out but to no avail, and eventually Ophelia hired a passing adventuring party (who called themselves the Dice Crew, and might lowkey be wanted by the law) to go find him. They did in fact find him, in the woods, and while he was a bit apprehensive they managed to bring him back to her. Unfortunately what they didn’t realize was that during his time being missing, he was being held captive in a mind flayer lair (hooray!). He had fit the requirements for the ceremorphosis process, and so an illthid tadpole was inserted into his brain via his eye. Before it was inserted, however, he prayed to every deity he could think of, begging for them to come save him. None of them did, of course, and in his last moments before the parasite ate away at him he vowed to never worship them again. Anyway he has Extreme Memory Loss, and one of the only things he remembers is that the gods did not help him (help him with what, exactly, he doesn’t remember). (Also fun fact it’s implied there are other people like him who got implanted with parasites, hooray)

He eventually get reaccustomed to everything, but due to so many townspeople worrying over him he eventually felt,,, guilty? He dislikes being pitied, and perhaps if I had the words I could explain it better. This is around the time he starts to develop some sort of PTSD from what happened- disliking things going near his eyes, panicking whenever he sees a tadpole or some kind of multi-legged bug, nightmares he can’t quite remember. Ophelia tries her best to help him (genuinely let’s acknowledge how she’s also going through a lot atm, we love Ophelia in this household) This is also when the parasite residing in his brain starts to act up. More migraines, sleepwalking (*cough* it’s possession *cough*), things like that. The parasite also communicates with Ven, although since he doesn’t know of its existence, he merely thinks it’s his own thoughts, and often speaks out loud “with himself” to try and figure out his thoughts. Cere essentially functions as intrusive thoughts, self-hatred and anxiety for Ven. One day in the summer a man enters the shop with a dagger and threatens to kill Ven, implying he knows the poet. Ven, having no recollection of this man, tries to deesculate the situation. The stranger lunges at him, and in this moment of stress- Well, his body’s psionic magics have slowly been building up for a long time. With all of it suddenly being unlocked, well... the man was torn apart, and Ven entered a panic attack. Unbeknownst to himself, he used his magic to make Ophelia hide the body, and he was afraid of this newfound sorcery. His guilt over being a supposed burden to his wife, as well as all of his guilt over murdering a stranger/ his anxiety over being found out, his fears of hurting Ophelia with his magic... There were a lot of factors, one of them being Cere’s manipulation, of course, that pushed him to leave. He reasoned that if he became an adventurer, he could find a way to get rid of his horrible magic. He secretly gathered up everything he felt he needed to become an adventurer, and on his and Ophelia’s wedding anniversary they spent the entire day together. It was nice. He left in the middle of the night, with a letter on the counter explaining why he had gone. He promises her he will write to her (there will be no address listed, to prevent her from tracking him down. He wants to do this himself.), and that he will come home eventually.

While he doesn’t have a good grasp on his magic yet (sometimes accidentally using it), he has a good enough grasp that he can manipulate it enough to avoid killing anyone with it. AKA, his spellcasting primarily focuses on Utility, Enchantments, Area of Effect, anything besides violence, although he does have a few small-damage spells. Despite having a green color palette, his magic is purple, a color that’s primarly used for Ceremorph. When using his Metamagic or using extra Spell Slots (AKA when he uses too much magic ig), it will result in a nosebleed.

Eventually Ven will discover the parasite in his brain, as well as the fact he’s becoming a mind flayer, and it just overall won’t be a very fun time for him (he has a horrible mental breakdown and temporarily goes insane, because the way he finds out is that he blacks out and wakes up in the middle of eating a man’s brain). I’ve a few scenes in mind, such as him considering bashing his head against the wall. My personal favorite is where he considers staking himself with the tools from his monster hunting kit, because isnt he a monster? Isnt it better to destroy himself now, rather than watch himself become worse? He’ll decide against it, saying he promised Ophelia he’d come home. (It’s also because even I don’t want him to die like that, that’s too dark for me. I want this poet to get better.)

he has such low self esteem, he doesn’t want to bother people and so he doesnt bring up his trauma at all and feels bad when he needs to be comforted. He has religious trauma and an avoidance coping mechanism and it’s so terribly bad, bestie u cant run from the parasite in ur brain. He wants to help others to try and prove he’s not a bad person, that he’s not a monster, and despite making bad decisions he doesn’t want to hurt anyone. He likes cooking, eventually he’ll only be able to be a cannibal. He’s a bit of an asshole. He’s against murder and will try to find another way to apprehend enemies, but hates the Gods and will in fact try to stab one (with the Stranger’s Dagger, mind you, because I love parallels), deep down he’s worried he did something that caused him to lose the Gods’ favor. He’s got PTSD from two fucking events, I want him to hallucinate. Ophelia deserves to be really pissed at him. He’s gonna have a horrible time, I want him to have a happy ending after everything he’s gone though.

He’s my pathetic little poet and I adore him, he’s in a psychological horror movie <3

#thank you for sending this ask it was so fun #ven vibes #eric finally speaks #bestie im also focusing on two other ocs if u wanna ask baout them /hj /lh

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theonewiththefanfics · 5 years

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Hawkins’ Charm (Part 6/?)

Synopsys: They had gotten out of Hawkins. After all the shit that had happened, all the heartache and pain, Billy and the Reader had gotten away from that hellhole, building their life in California as he had dreamed. But when Max’s graduation rolls around and they go to celebrate, it’s as if the Upside Down was just waiting for all of them to return. And it has a bone to pick.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x f!Reader; platonic!Steve Harrington x f!Reader

Genre: angst, lil bit of fluff

Warnings: blood, mentions of injuries and death, fighting, swearing, implied stuff, smoking

Word count: 3319

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT CONDONE BILLY’S ACTIONS AND THE THINGS HE’S DONE! THIS IS BASICALLY AN AU, WHEN REALLY LOOKING AT IT! SPOILERS FOR S3! READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!

Billy’s grip was crushing as he held onto Y/N’s limp body who'd been sedated by Joyce and Hopper with a tranquillizer. It had been against every word of his, but he could only glare at them as he maneuvered her out of the house and towards the Camaro. Next to it stood a big van, it sides a rust-covered white and there were no license plates. “Place her in the trunk,” Hopper motioned with his head. Billy had to scoff, unconsciously hugging Y/N tighter. “I’m not placing her in the trunk, are you fucking insane?” “Just put her in the trunk, we don’t have time for this!” “She’s a human! She’s Y/N, not some roadkill!” Alex argued for his brother-in-law. “She’s that thing's slave right now!” Hopper raised his voice with each spoken word. “And we don’t want it to know where we’re going." A tense silence settled between the three men. In the back of Alex’s and Billy’s minds, they understood that Hopper cared for her, and he wanted the best, which would be not letting her sit in the car next to them and give away their position to the Mind Flayer, but they wouldn’t budge. “I’m not placing her in the trunk.” There was no room for a discussion. Billy had put his foot down. Hopper looked like he might burst, as he ran a hand through his thinning hair. Only then did everyone notice what he was wearing. Jim was adorned by what looked like a prison suit. It was dark grey, had tears and holes pretty much everywhere and didn’t smell too great. He’d gone through hell, and for a second, Billy’s heart twinged. But then he remembered him choking the life out of Y/N (even though he was doing it to save him and the rest), he still didn’t appreciate it. “Let’s put her in my car,” Nancy came as the savior, holding the brake cables in her hand. “I have an open trunk, so you can sit next to her and watch over.” “Fine,” Hopper replied earning a scowl from Billy. “But we need to put something over her head, so if she wakes up, the Mind Flayer doesn’t find out where we’re going.” Small grunts of agreement erupted around them, and even Billy couldn’t find anything to counter it, so with gritted teeth, he nodded, watching as Nancy opened the back of her car. Johnathan quickly rushed and slid underneath it to hook the cables back into place, and Joyce came out of the house with a large white piece of cloth and El’s black blindfold. “That is so not helping,” Alex mumbled, as Hopper put the pillowcase over Y/N’s head and tied the other piece of fabric around it as well. “Now it looks like we’ve kidnapped her.” Her blood-soaked shirt was not helping one bit. “Look, kid-“ “I’m eighteen.” “Look, kid,” Hopper gritted, losing his cool. “I know it’s your sister, and I know you care about her, we all do. But right now her comfort’s the least of our problems while the Mind Flayer is inside. Now, if you want, you can be my guest and announce to the Demogorgon and his little doggo army where we’re going, but if you want to keep your head on your shoulders, and save Y/N, this is what we have to do.” Alex and Billy had never wanted to punch someone more for being right.

“She’s gonna be okay. We’ve done this before,” Joyce gave the Californian a tight-lipped smile and patted his shoulder. “That does not make me feel any better,” Y/N’s brother mumbled but didn’t say anything else. He wanted to sit at the back with his sister, but when Billy laid her body down, it made him think she looked too much like a dead body, so he opted for driving with Joyce, Hopper, Robin, Lucas and Dustin in the van the ex-Chief had stolen when he had escaped. The rest consisting of Max, Billy, Johnathan, Mike, Will and El hopped into Nancy’s restored vehicle. “Hop, you said the Russians are back,” Joyce asked after he’d told them to drive to the local store. “What do they want… again? “I don’t know, world domination? It’s not like they talked about their big evil plan while torturing me.” She gulped, sharing a look with Lucas and Dustin, but didn’t say anything. “The Gate’s open,” Dustin announced. “Do you have any clue what they could want with the Upside Down? What did they want in the first place?” Hopper shook his head, turning down a hard left. “Whatever they think they can do with it, they’re wrong… it’ll kill them first and then us.” The next sentence threw everyone for a loop, as he stopped by where Joyce used to work at the convenience store. “We need a bunch of foil.” Mike’s eyebrows scrunched up as they all jumped out of their cars, El and Billy standing guard to keep an eye on Y/N and to deter anyone that might wanna know what’s up. “Why?” “Cause we wanna cook that bastard out of her.” Billy hadn’t smoked in years and now despised the smell and taste of the cancer sticks, but he hoped Y/N wouldn’t mind much if he did it just this once given as to what they were preparing to do. He looked through the back window and watched how Y/N’s chest rhythmically rose and fell. “It’s gonna be okay,” El’s voice made him turn around and look at the teenager. Billy’s mind played the memories of him trying to feed her to the monster four years ago in vivid detail. He remembered how gentle her touch on his cheek had been. How she had talked about the one time before Y/N that he’d been happy. She had helped him break out from the spell. “We’ll get her back. I promise.” Billy smiled. Somehow, he didn’t doubt her words. “Thanks.” El just shrugged. “She’s my friend too. I care about her. Besides,” she let out a small chuckle, “I miss Clara.” She’d met his gremlin only once, but the little blond-haired girl had taken a huge liking to El. Especially when she had made her dolls dance with her powers. Y/N and Billy had been very much so against her showing her telekinesis, but, later on, understood there’d be no harm in letting the two-year-old witness a little bit of magic. The sight as everyone exited the store with handfuls of tinfoil would’ve been almost comical, if not for the fact everyone knew what it was for. “Were to?” Before Joyce had left Hawkins with her sons and El, she had cleaned up Hopper’s old place a bit. Fixed the roof as best as she could and covered the furniture with some sheets, so that it didn’t seem like they’d left it without a care. It had been El’s home. Jim’s home. She couldn’t do that to them. Y/N didn’t stir once throughout the whole silent ride, and from time to time Billy had to doublecheck underneath the pillowcase if she was breathing. When her soft warm exhales greeted the back of his palm, he sighed in relief. The car stopped with a jolt, and everyone was up and running. Billy didn’t even heave a breath, so used to Y/N’s weight whether she wanted to have a piggyback ride or acted dramatically and made him carry her to their bed. Nancy, Johnathan and Will were carrying every heater they could find into the bedroom and given how the cabin was in the middle of the nowhere, and winters in Hawkins were not the kindest, there was quite a lot of them. “Is it gonna be enough?” Billy asked, placing Y/N down on what used to be El’s bed, and smoothed some hair out of his wife’s face. She looked so peaceful like that, he almost forgot what had transpired in the last twelve hours or so. “I don’t know, but it will have to be,” Hopper said and gave instructions to the rest of the Party as they laid out the foil along the walls and ground. “Cover the rest with sheets and everything you can find. Block out any markings she could see to identify where we’re at.” “We had less when Will…” Joyce started but didn’t finish the sentence, though everyone knew what she meant. “It worked then.” "It's just gonna have to work," Hopper said. They didn’t want to think about what they’d have to do if it didn’t. Billy and Steve were left to tie Y/N up on the bed, belts and ropes at their disposal. “When you think it’s tight enough, tighten it more,” Hopper stated and nailed a piece of sheet to the wall. “Yeah, I’d like for her to retain all her limbs, thank you very fucking much,” Billy snapped at the older man but did as he was told. The Mind Flayer was strong, and he remembered how much power he himself had. Granted, he’d been possessed for different reasons, but there was no doubt in his mind, once that thing figured out what they were doing, it would fight tooth and nail to remain in its current host. Hopper rolled his eyes and huffed, making sure that not even a sliver of light from the setting sun peaked through the fabric. “I think she’d much rather lose a hand than her life.” Together they brought every possible heater around the bed and plugged them in. It became almost unbearably hot in the span of a second, and Billy was happy for his open shirt and that he’d left his jacket in the car. Robin had helped Steve stoke a fire in the flimsy-looking fireplace and the flames that licked upwards added to the growing temperature. Y/N’s chest started heaving, and she stirred on the bed. A soft whimper escaped her mouth, and Billy saw how her clothes stuck to her chest. Her lashes fluttered open but quickly closed when a bright light above shone directly into her eyes. “Billy please, it hurts,” she begged tears slowly running down her cheeks. Or maybe it was sweat. Either way, he wasn’t happy seeing her face scrunched up in agony. “Billy,” she panted looking into his eyes. “Please.” He had to turn away from the sight before him. He couldn’t stand watching as she arched up from the bed, and the rope dragged across Y/N’s skin, burning a bright red line across her collarbones. The only marks he ever wished to see were from his fervent kisses, and this was so not it. “It’s not her talking,” Joyce reminded everyone, as she pushed one of the heaters closer. Their clothes were already clinging to their bodies, beads of sweat rolling down their skins, accompanied by the perspiration of stress. The foil had helped. A lot. It felt like they were stuck under the direct heat of the blazing sun, combined with an open fire. Which it kinda was. “Honey, please,” Y/N whined, trashing on the bed and lifting against the ropes. He saw her muscles flex and unflex and thought to himself it was a miracle they were holding her in place. "Bil-" she started, but he wasn't going to listen. Two hands slammed on each side of her head, and their eyes met. For a second, Billy was lost in her Y/E/C gaze, but then he looked at the black veins in her orbs. “Get out of my wife.” That was not the right thing to say, as it would seem he’d just pissed the Mind Flayer off. “You’re a shit husband, let alone a father!” Y/N sneered and then groaned as Max shoved a portable heater closer. “I’ve thought about leaving you so many times, it’s ridiculous.” Every word was laced with so much venom, it was like acid was being poured over his head. Alex grunted as Y/N tried to break free from the binds and had to hold her down. “Don’t listen to her!” “But every time I stayed,” she continued her verbal assault. “Out of pity. Because I knew no one else would. Not even your fucking mother wanted to stay around a piece of shit like you.” It took everything in Billy not to rip her out of that bed and slam her against the wall. He was just about to crack, when his eyes saw her veins turn completely black to the point the color could block out the moon in the sky at night. It wasn’t Y/N speaking, he reminded himself, it was the Mind Flayer. “You can’t take care of me or Clara; you don’t deserve us,” even in so much pain she was delivering a blow after blow to Billy’s heart. All of his self-control was now turned to not breaking apart as Y/N spewed his worst fears at him. No, not her! He reminded himself. It’s the Mind Flayer. “And I certainly won’t let you taint the three of us with y-“ She didn’t get to finish the sentence. Y/N’s back arched up from the bed, the belts digging into her skin leaving angry marks. Billy shut his eyes to block out what was happening. Instead, he thought of the times her back had lifted from the mattress while his head had been between her legs, or their hips had met one another’s in harsh thrusts. Not when a scream of pain tore through her throat as El used her powers to pull out the piece of Mind Flayer possessing her body, seeing as the heat alone wasn’t helping. Y/N was struggling back as if she didn’t want to let go of the demon in her body. For a moment El lost her balance. She had fought bigger things, worse things, but for some reason, this was the hardest battle yet. Maybe because she was trying to save her friend, yet, it seemed like she was doing more harm than good. Nancy had been hugging Johnathan from the moment Y/N had started screaming, but it wouldn’t stop. It just wouldn’t stop. His shirt was soaked not only from his sweat but her tears. She couldn’t lose another friend. “What are you doing?!” Billy yelled at her as she rushed to the open fire and pulled out a brightly glowing piece of metal. “I won’t let it win!” Nancy bellowed and thrust the burning hot poker in Y/N’s side. It was the last nail in the coffin. Black plumbing smoke propelled itself out of her from every possible place, making everyone who was near stagger back and away, as if being just in the proximity of it would infect them as well. But El didn’t let it escape. Her hand was outstretched, and a little stream of blood trickled down her nose, mouth and then chin. “Burn it,” she sneered as she held it in an invisible grip. Mike was right there with a can of old hairspray he’d found in El’s old room and a lighter Hopper had tossed him. Even in its separated form, the second bright red flames touched it, the Mind Flayer released a shriek, that made everyone else close their ears. Both Mike’s and El’s faces were scrunched up at the piercing sound, but they had to get the job done. And in two minutes there was nothing, but black flakes left that drifted to the floor like ash from the sky. The whole place turned completely silent; it was like the woods outside were holding their breath as well, not believing what had transpired in the old, half-broken cabin they were hiding from the rest of the town. “Benny’s,” a hoarse voice from behind them said. Billy whipped around and saw Y/N’s head lol to the side, eyes blinking and trying to adjust to her surroundings. “Dollface?” “Benny’s,” she mouthed again. “Are you-” he was beyond confused as he pushed the matted locks away from her sweaty skin but couldn’t help the astonished chuckle that escaped his mouth. “Are you hungry? Really?” “No, you idiot,” a horrendous cough rattled through her body as she tried to sit up but couldn’t because of her binds. “It’s where the Mind Flayer is. I don’t think it thought I’d make it, so it didn’t bother with hiding… there’s a whole tunnel system down there. I think they used it as storage and had products delivered that way… it’s a pretty cold place… and leads right to the lab…” A small voice from the very back of the room spoke up. “Y/N?” She smiled as Billy removed each rope and tie, and she opened up her arms as Alex barreled towards her and crushed her in a hug. “Hey shitbag, ya’ miss me?” Y/N whispered, her throat still very much so sore. “No,” he sniffled pushing his face in the crook of her neck. “Just didn’t want to be the one to tell mom you’ve been possessed.” “Sure,” she drawled out. “Just admit you fucking missed me.” “Why would I do that? I was so close to getting your car…” Y/N pulled back with her eyebrows scrunched up. “You do realize I’d rather have it chucked into the ocean than let you have it?” “What a great big sister you are,” Alex scoffed, but when he pulled away, there was an undeniable smile on his face. “Uh, I’m the best,” Y/N mimicked his tone, as she slowly sat up on the bed, Billy’s palm resting on the small of her back, as she did so. “I’m uh,” Hopper scratched at his neck making her look at him. Now when he was face to face with Y/N, instead of the Mind Flayer, the bruises on her neck were harder to swallow, especially since it was his handiwork. “I’m sorry about, you know… choking you and stuff…” “ ‘S okay,” she lifted her shoulders and dropped them as if it was an everyday thing she had to go through. “You had to do what you had to do… I’m glad you’re back, by the way. You know, just as a side note.” Hopper grunted and put his hand on El’s head, as the girl leaned into his side breathing heavily; a small smile played on her face as she looked at the other girl. “Yeah," Jim said. "I’m glad I’m back too.” Y/N looked around the room giving everyone shy grins and snorted when Steve and Robin waved at her, but when she saw Max pacing around the room, her lips turned down a bit. “You okay there, Maxine?” The redhead didn’t even react to being called by her first name, even though she despised it will all her being. “It’s just that… I don’t get it,” Max was biting her nails, and Lucas gently slapped her hand down. She’d already bitten them down to the skin during the whole ordeal, he didn’t want to see her rip them apart so hard they started to bleed. “Don’t get what?” Nancy asked, offering Y/N a towel to wipe the sweat and dirt and blood away from her face and arms. “Why would it want to kill you, apart from punishing Billy? Wouldn’t that, you know,” Max nodded vaguely, “kill the Mind Flayer? It made sense when he tried to kill Billy, seeing as he was the only one strong enough to go against it.” Everyone was looking at Y/N whose eyes had dropped to the floor. She couldn’t look at them. She knew why, it just wasn’t something she wanted to say out loud. “Because I wasn’t the main host…” Y/N finally sighed out after a moment. But when Billy asked who was, there was no way she’d meet the blue orbs that were like the ocean. She kept her gaze on where his wedding ring used to sit, only now realizing it was missing. “It’s your dad, Billy. Neil's the main host.”

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visionssofgideon · 5 years

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Thoughts on Stranger Things 3/Hopes for ST4

I MEAN WOW, I feel like this season was the best yet and my favorite for sure! It honestly felt like it happened so fast- probably because it did in the day and half I bingewatched it. It was a perfect mix of humor, suspense, sci-fi/horror, character development, emotions, EMOTIONS, AND EMOTIONS. SO

I REFUSE TO BELIEVE HOPPER IS DEAD. If El had her powers, she would be able to find out where he is, but they believe he is dead and she does not have them FOR A REASON. Also, his body was not found next to the key, but earlier they showed the burnt bodies for a reason. I BELIEVE he either went into the upside down as a portal and the Russians found him. I MEAN, the post-credits scene in the Russian prison where they say “Not the American”?!!? THAT’S HIM. They hinted at an opening to the upside down in Russia in the FIRST EPISODE of the season, when they showed the snow and ice outside. This is just a continuation of that and s4 will definitely delve into that. I have a theory that they will use Hop for their own use and maybe mind control/brainwash him. OR it is Dr. Brenner in the prison, and Hopper is in the upside down but the Russians find him.

Hopper “dying” was expected, but surprising to say the least. All along this season, with so much intense scenes and plotlines, I felt like Hopper would be the one to die. Turning him from a chaotic police chief/dad to a sacrificial hero was drastic, but I’m glad they made his role big this season.

EVERYBODY BEEN KNOWN that hopper and joyce like each other since s1, we just needed Murray to make them face each other like he did with Jonathan and Nancy in S2. TRULY an iconic and power couple (of badasses!) So the fact that they didn’t go on their DATE to Enzo’s makes me feel all sorts of emotions. I mean, they were bickering like a couple the whole time they might as well have wed each other.

AND WHEN I WANTED EL AND WILL TO BE SIBLINGS HOPPER DYING AND JOYCE TAKING HER IN WAS NOT THE WAY I IMAGINED IT.

So let’s talk about Will FREAKING Byers. I believe he is gay, and many fans speculated it starting from mentions in S1. But the fact that Mike specifically said “It’s not my fault you don’t like girls!”, I mean “girls” not “you don’t have a girlfriend” or anything, with Will looking DEVASTATED after, not to mention him WRECKING castle byers (NOAH SCHNAPP IS AMAZING) shows it affected him deeply. BUT Will’s story is FAR from over- just because they’re moving away does not mean they can’t talk about him more. I mean, they ROBBED Noah Schnapp of acting besides touching his neck and saying “He’s here” 5 times this season. Will has been through SO MUCH in S1 and S2, and the fact that giving him this much of a “break” is tragic, considering how in S4e3, these two scenes resonated with me and so many other fans so much!

While we have one unrecognized gay, we have another celebrated gay- ROBIN. Wow, as a new character, she was introduced perfectly, and the friendship she formed with Steve was so amazing. And the fact that her coming out in the 80s was subtle but STEVE WAS LIKE “OH. YOU LIKE THE WRONG GIRL” WAS GREAT, I really like how they progressed that. But if there is no Robin talking to Will as an older gay in s4, I will RIOT.

Steve “Hair”ington was amazing, as usual. His character development was one of the highlights of S2, and continued this season. His friendship with Dustin and growing friendship with Robin and acceptance of her shows that he truly is a deserving character, even though his stupidity was obvious many times this season. SCOOPS AHOY!

Scoops Troop was DELIGHTFUL with little Erica Sinclair and her sassy self. Her attaching Murray from “team Bald Eagle” made me CHOKE and I love that she will be able to embrace her inner nerd.

Here’s the thing about Mike and El- Mike’s character seemed, ~off~ this season. I truly think her obsessing over El and ignoring his friends was a little selfish, but I’m SO glad they admitted that they love each other. Mileven fans SCREAMED worldwide.

But the fact that El uttered the words “I dump your ass” showed HOW ICONIC of a duo Max and Eleven are. El was able to go out and have fun for once, and figure herself out. And Max was so open to teaching El, because she is afterall like a toddler with primitive knowledge of the world. THAT WONDER WOMAN COMIC SCENE shows how important having a girl inspiration is!

Oh and Hopper’s letter? FUCK THAT I SOBBED. That is NOT okay. Hopper basically called El his daughter. Also side note she’s wearing his first daughter’s bracelet. That’s NOT okay. That is all I have on that.

El REALLY used her powers this season, so I don’t believe they’re gone. I thought the bite from the flayer would be a bigger deal since the 2nd to last ep was literally called “The Bite”, but I guess her powers was the main point. But her really going into Billy’s past which she had only done once before with her birth mother and allowing him to see the error of his ways from his memories was a mind trip. Honestly the scenes at the beach were STUNNING and it was really interesting. Billy went from being one of the most hated characters in s2 to being a martyr and saving El from the flayer in s3, and that’s crazy.

But I’m v conflicted about this Zac Efron lookalike- he was racist and abusive after all, and it is devastating to see that he ended up saving El’s life. I’m glad they showed Max’s fight against the flayer in him, because it shows that she really loved him.

Speaking of changed characters, I’m SO glad that they didn’t trash Karen Wheeler’s character, because instead of making her a cheating wife, they showed her caring for her family and having an inspirational talk w Nancy. Her character for once was proven to have a point.

Nancy’s struggles in the workplace were minimal, but I’m glad they brought them up. Although she is privileged like Jonathan said, it’s good to highlight her ambition against the odds, especially after her talk w her mother.

ANYWAYS FUCK THE ARNOLD SCHWARZENEGGER LOOKALIKE AND RIP MY BUDDY ALEXEI SMIRNOFF. All my buddy wanted was a cherry slurpee and EVEN THEN accepted a strawberry and helped team bald eagle. He just wanted to be a true American and did so by winnin a carnival game. So sweet and kind :(((

So um, DUSTIN SINGING. Been waiting for Gaten to sing since he does irl, and it was a delightful little bit in a episode of chaos. ALTHOUGH if dusty buns hadn’t sang and got planck’s constant that i’ve ripped my hairs out of my head for in college chemistry for suzie poo, Hop and Billy might’ve still be alive. Just sayin...

LASTLY. Joyce needs to go into the police force. For the fact that Detective Byers sounds badass and would do Hop good.

Stranger Things 3 fucked me up emotionally, and I know that the wait for ST4 and the emo fuck up that follows that season will be worth it.

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theonewiththefanfics · 5 years

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Hawkins’ Charm (Part 4/?)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x f!Reader; platonic!Steve Harrington x f!Reader

Genre: angst

Warnings: blood, mentions of injuries and death, fighting, swearing

Word count: 3345

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT CONDONE BILLY’S ACTIONS AND THE THINGS HE’S DONE! THIS IS BASICALLY AN AU, WHEN REALLY LOOKING AT IT! SPOILERS FOR S3! READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!

Y/N’s heart felt as if it was about to break out of her chest, her arms clutching onto a crowbar she’d found under one of the bus’ seats. Steve’s back was just as tightly pressed against the inside wall, as was hers, his own fingers wrapped around a sturdy looking piece of wood, yet she still felt like there was nothing separating them from the Demogorgon. Tears had started to stream down her face pretty much instantly when they both dropped down to hide inside the hull of the vehicle. “Do you think it heard us?” Y/N whispered, trying not to move a muscle in her trembling limbs. Steve shook his head. “I don’t think so, but I’m not about to ask it.” “We have to get out of here.” “Yeah no shit,” he hissed, extending his neck to see out the front window where the Demogorgon was still lurking, moving at a snail’s pace and sniffing each and every corner. It looked about a hundred and fifty feet away, but it was still a risk to leave. They could slam up against something sharp, and if the sound wouldn’t give away their position the scent of blood definitely would.

Y/N was desperately trying to look around the interior for anything they could use against it. She remembered that it hated warmth, despised it, so fire would be a sure way to incapacitate it for a moment, if not even gravely injure it. Her Y/E/C eyes befell on a graffiti can. “What are you doing?” Steve asked, hands gripping his weapon tighter. She just shushed him with a look and passed her crowbar to him. Barely breathing, Y/N leaned to stand on all fours and crawled her way down the aisle. Just as her fingers were about to reach for the can, she heard the Demogorgon approach. Y/N completely pressed herself against the floor as Steve did to the side of the bus. The fear was all consuming by that point. Sure, she’d fought one of those pieces of shit before, she had fought even bigger monsters, but there was something about the Demogorgon, that Y/N couldn’t quite shake. Maybe it was the fact it had been the thing that started it all – taken Will, killed Barb and had turned her life upside down. Quite literally. Or maybe it was the fact she was no longer fighting for herself or for her friends. Y/N had a family. A husband and a daughter that meant the most to her in the world, so the fact that the Demogorgon could so easily rip it away was not something she liked to consider. They could hear the weird noises it emitted, as it walked around the junkyard, slowly moving further away from where Steve and Y/N were hiding. He stretched his neck a bit further out to look at where the Demogorgon was, and after deeming it safe, Y/N crawled forward a bit more and got a hold of the can. She couldn’t tell if it was half full or completely empty, at least not by the weight of it, so the only way they’d be able to check was if she shook it and pressed on the nozzle. “It’s gonna be loud,” Y/N muttered, looking at Steve. He nodded. “I know…" then something dawned on him. "Wait, do you have a lighter or something?” Shit. She hadn’t even thought about how she’d light it up. Y/N’s main concern had been getting the can and now testing it, not figuring out if by the lucky chance it was usable, they had anything to flame the paint up with. Instinctively Y/N patted down Billy’s jacket, for the first time ever hoping to find either matches or a lighter, but of course, there was nothing. He hadn’t smoked in years. Her mind wheered with the possibilities of what they could do. “Do you think there’s something here we could use? There’s no way kids don’t come here to smoke or drink,” she muttered, scanning the bus again. “Maybe,” Steve whispered back, still tracking the Demogorgon’s moves, the crowbar his new best friend until he could get his hands on his trusty nailed bat. “And there could be some stuff of use in the other cars, but are we sure we wanna risk it?” “Steve,” Y/N whisper-yelled, “we’re gonna have to risk it either way. There’s zero chance we can take it on with a rusted crowbar and a wooden plank. Fire’s our best bet.” “And if it’s empty?” A pregnant pause passed. “Then we run like fucking hell.”

***

The junkyard might’ve been a twenty-minute walk through the woods from Tina’s, but with a car, with having to weave their way through the town, no matter how small Hawkins was and no matter how fast Billy was driving, it was still way too far away. “Take a left!” Robin yelled, as he almost missed a turn, the tires screeching against the road and leaving black marks in their wake. She looked to the side, watching as Billy’s knuckles on the wheel turned from white to almost translucent, eyes boring into the street like he could see invisible marks Y/N had left there that would lead them to Steve and her. “They’re gonna be okay,” Robin tried to somewhat soothe him, but his grip only tightened, and his foot pressed on the gas pedal harder. “They’ve dealt with this before.” “That doesn’t make me feel any better,” Billy grunted and quickly looked in his rearview mirror to see Nancy practically decimate the path behind them, her headlights shining brightly before they disappeared as she took a quick right to pull up on the other side. “They’re alone, in a junkyard with whatever the hell kind of a monster the Mind Flayer has released now. No weapons,” he slammed a hand on the wheel, and Robin tightened her hold on the shotgun. “And it’s my fault,” he let out a bitter chuckle. “I called her a mood killer and told her to go home, ‘cause I just fucking needed to prove to fucking Tommy H, Tommy H! that I was still the King of Hawkins!” “Look,” Robin started and then pointed to where a forest road led to the junkyard, Billy quickly turning that way. “Yeah, you were a dick, when she just wanted to relax with her friends, and your ego might’ve gotten in the way, but this is not your fault.” “Really? Then whose is it?” “I don’t know!” she practically screamed. “Probably whoever opened the Gate!” Whoever. Opened. The. Gate. “Fuck,” they breathed simultaneously. The Gate was open. Had to be. There was no other way to explain how something from the Upside Down could be here. “Do you think it’s the Russians again?” Billy asked, trying to think of something else other than his wife fighting off a monster, and maybe, potentially, losing the battle. “I don’t know,” Robin shook her head and loaded two rounds into the gun. “It wouldn’t make any sense, cause the people Hopper called to help us out four years ago made sure to lock everything up.” “And do you trust what they said?” “I mean given how they poured cement over each and every door, and Joyce was there to oversee it, yeah. I trust her.” It didn’t make any sense. The only other option was that the old access point in the Lab had been opened. “I mean, the Russians did apparently have their own Gates,” Robin suddenly remembered a conversation she’d had after the whole thing had gone down, hands slightly shaking at the thought of what was to come. Would it be as bad as it had been the first time around? Billy’s eyebrows furrowed. “What like in Moscow or something?” “I don’t know. All I know is that the last time Joyce and Hopper grabbed some commie dude, and he told them they used to have their own Gates, but something always prohibited them from fully working, so that’s why they came to Hawkins. This is like the source of all that Upside-Down shit.” Of course, there’d have to be something completely wrong with this already godforsaken town. “So, you think they did what?” Billy bitterly chuckled, “hopped on a boat and sailed here? Or did they send ‘em through the post?" Robin was not on board with his attitude despite understanding where he was coming from. “Look, I said I thought I saw a weird humanoid thing with a flower for a head. Nance said that means it’s probably a Demogorgon, and the last time, that shit could make portals wherever the fuck it wanted. So, maybe there’s a Gate open somewhere in Russia, and it just decided to move on its own to where the pull is the strongest?” They had slowed down to a crawl, headlights turned off before Billy had to kill the engine. They’d make the rest of the way on foot as to not give away their position. “There still has to be a gateway open in Hawkins,” Billy whispered opening up the trunk and taking out a bat he kept there. Clara was a huge fan of baseball for some reason, and he had decided for her fourth birthday they’d go to a game and ask a player to sign it. “It might be able to survive with a Gate open so far away, but it wouldn’t be able to function. Trust me,” he gave Robin a painful look. “I’d know.” “We need to see El,” Robin muttered, whispering as they neared the junkyard. “Maybe she can help us find out what the fuck is going on. “After we save my wife.” “And Steve.” Billy just gave her a look of dejected confirmation before they stepped out into the dark woods. Y/N would always be his first priority. Her and their kid. His grip grew tighter around the bat.

***

They had miraculously managed to evade the Demogorgon, up until that point. Together Steve and Y/N had made their way across the junkyard and towards the tiny path that led into the forest but not before scouring every possible car. She was still holding onto the graffiti can like it was her last lifeline, which it might as well have been. “The one time his disgusting habit could’ve been useful,” Steve had muttered to Y/N after they had searched the third car for something to ignite the fumes if there were any left in the can. Their feet moved against the gravel with way too much noise for their liking, but the Demogorgon seemed to be far away enough, it wasn’t picking up on it or didn’t deem the prey noteworthy if it did hear them. “Quiet,” Y/N hissed with a motion to the trunk as Steve popped the back open. It seemed to be a relatively new car in the yard, at least it hadn’t been there when they were teenagers, the paint was still shiny, the light from the moon bouncing off its sides, compared to the rusty beasts lying around. A trash bag, what looked like a ripped-up sheet with stains littered across the fabric and a can of gasoline was what was inside. Gently, Steve grabbed the handle and lifted it up. Clear as the day, they heard liquid slosh around the cannister. And yet, still, with the additional fuel they could use, there was no way to ignite it. Something in the woods behind them cracked, and their heads whipped around. A low rumble echoed across the field. It was a rumble that Y/N would recognize even dead before it disappeared. “Billy,” she whispered, hope lacing that single word, but during the little moment of happiness, she had let go of the trunk's hood, as had Steve for he had grabbed onto the crowbar with both hands thinking it was the Demogorgon when it closed with a loud slam. The monster whipped its head around from where it had been sniffling, opening up its grotesque mouth and releasing a screech. Her first instinct was to drop down and hide, but someone from the opposite side yelled ‘hey!’, and they took it as their opportunity to flee. “Run!” Steve yelled, setting off in a dead sprint. A gunshot rang out, the bullet whizzing past their heads, and Y/N instinctively ducked, the graffiti can rolling out of her hands and under a pile of metal scraps. “Shit!” Y/N scrambled towards where she thought it could’ve gone but had to recoil when something sneered directly into her face. It seemed to be a Demogorgon, but it wasn’t big enough, more so the size of a big cat or a small dog. A hand grabbed at her collar yanking Y/N back, the crowbar in Steve’s hand meeting the back of whatever that thing was. “Watch out for Demodogs!” he yelled, and a bullet from the shotgun Robin was holding met its head, the beast recoiling away but not dead. Y/N’s eyebrows scrunched up. “Demowhatnow?” “Demodogs!” Steve was gripping at her hand and pulling her away to the bus to take cover, as more and more of those things surrounded them. “The year after the first incident, Dustin found this weird lizard thing, and it turned out it was a Demogorgon, only not fully evolved.” “So, you’re saying that those things,” Y/N pointed at one of them, “become that?!” By that, she meant the Demogorgon making its way towards them but being fended off by Nancy who had made a Molotov cocktail from a whiskey bottle she’d snatched from Tina’s, the end of her blouse and a lighter. A lighter! “Nance!” Y/N yelled. “There’s a can of gasoline in the trunk we were looking in!” “On it!” The Demodogs were pressing in on them. She could hear the yelps from them when the thud of a crowbar or Billy’s bat met flesh, Robin taking as many out with her shotgun, Johnathan keeping Nancy safe by creating a wall of flame as he spilt another bottle of whiskey around them and lit it on fire. It was unmistakably Billy’s arm that wrapped around Y/N's middle and pulled her behind him. “Get to the car! Now!” She wasn’t going to argue, seeing as she was the only one without a weapon, and where she was stubborn, she also knew how to read the situation. With one last look at Steve to know he was going to be okay, he nodded giving her the green light, and Y/N was running. But she didn’t get far. Pain exploded all across her back, and a metallic taste invaded her mouth as she was slammed onto the ground. Bright spots danced across her vision, and it was hard to take in a breath. It was like a belt was slowly being tightened around her neck. She thought she vaguely heard someone yelling her name. Someone vaguely sounding like Billy. Y/N tried to answer, to call out for him, but her tongue was made out of cotton, and lips wouldn’t move. Her fingers went to grab at whatever was prohibiting her from taking in a breath when she was met by fingers with razors for nails. Y/E/C eyes instantly sprung open to see the Demogorgon leaning over her, its mouth open as if waiting for her to give him permission to eat. Of course, that was not going to happen. With as much strength as she could muster, Y/N kicked at the knees of the Demogorgon, and for a brief moment, she had taken it off its balance, allowing air to start flowing once more. Quickly she turned on her stomach to crawl away, but her oxygen deprived limbs were too slow, and the agonizing feeling of claws digging in her back and dragging her away made her vision go black. For a moment, Y/N opened her eyes and saw the junkyard illuminated by a circle of fire and a horde of Demodogs surrounding her friends and the one person she could never live without. Then everything turned to darkness.

***

Robin didn’t have any more bullets, and she was fighting the Demodogs off by simply slamming them with the shotgun. But the fight didn’t last much longer. In a way, it was a miracle, as the surviving Demodogs retreated back from where they’d come from, hissing and growling. But at the same time, it didn’t feel right. Sure, they were battered and bruised and tired, and they had no complaints about no more fighting, but that’s when they were the weakest, the easiest to be killed. Billy was sporting a nasty cut on his shoulder from one of the paws of the Demodogs, and it was hard to keep ahold of the bat the pain making bright white spots dance across the inside of his lids whenever he blinked. “What are they doing?” Johnathan asked, completely confused as they’d stood back to back while struggling to defend one another. “They’re retreating…” Robin stated the obvious, but it seemed so improbable it was needed for it to be pointed out. “Why – why are they retreating?” “Guys?” Steve butted in, “where’s Y/N?” “I told her to get to the car,” Billy responded, and it was those words that made him dash towards where he’d parked the Camaro by the junction. He’d never been a religious person, the Virgin Mary that always hung against his chest had been his mother’s, but for the third time in his life, he prayed. The first time had been when the Mind Flayer had injured him. He had prayed for death to come quickly. The second time had been when Y/N was in labour. He had prayed for everything to go as smoothly as possible. Now he was praying to find his wife in the safety of his car, but when he was fifty feet away, he didn’t need light to know she wasn’t there. “Y/N!” Billy roared but was only answered by the silence of the forest. “Y/N!” Four pairs of feet joined him and looked at the distressed man as he pulled at his hair and kept yelling her name “Maybe the Demogorgon was chasing her, and she decided to run,” Steve threw out the idea, hoping for it to be true, but everyone had a gut feeling it wasn’t. Nothing was ever that easy. “No! Fuck it took her! I left the keys in the car! If she would’ve made it, she would’ve slammed on the gas pedal.” Billy chucked the bat against the door, and it left a sizable dent in it. He didn’t care about it anymore, he didn’t care about anything else anymore. His wife was gone, missing, and it had been his fault. His fault she was hurt, his fault their daughter could possibly have to grow up without a mother. His fault. “Let’s go,” Johnathan’s voice brought him out of his self-loathing. “No,” Billy shook his head. “I gotta find her.” But he had nowhere to start. Nancy tried to reason with him. “That’s what we’re gonna do, but it’s pointless to scour the woods in complete darkness with barely any protection. We don’t know where the Demodogs are or the Demogorgon. El’s at our place with the rest of the Party… She can help. She can find her.” “Do you promise?” Billy asked through tears that he could barely keep at bay. “Can you promise me she’ll be alright?” “I can’t,” Nancy’s lip quivered at the admission. She couldn’t lose another friend, but she also couldn’t swear that they’d find Y/N alive. “But El’s our best option.” He kicked the dirt by the wheel of the car but nodded. El was their best option. “Come on,” Billy wiped his face down, a trail of dirt and tears left in the wake of his palm. “The sun's coming up.” With the first scarlet rays of the new day, Billy and Robin climbed into his car as Nancy and Johnathan went back to theirs. He'd find her. And if he didn't he'd burn Hawkins to the ground.

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A/N: I apologise for any grammar mistakes, I’m pretty tired, but I wanted to put out this part :D

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