#and i certainly dont hate joyce

[ghostlynimbus]

CW: long rambly rant. Written on my phone. Not sure how coherent this is

Ah that post about Jonathan reminded me of the time that, in response to a post I made talking about Joyce's role in Jonathan's parentification, someone tried to excuse it by being like "they're poor!"

And like I get it to some extent. Poverty is likely a very big part of what leads Joyce to the actions she takes wrt this subject. So many things are easier when you are not poor. Including mental health care for yourself and childcare for the kids.

But she still played a part in Jonathan's parentification. And that is still abuse.

If a parent can't feed their child, the reason may very well be poverty. But the end result is still that the child isn't fed, and not feeding a child is abuse regardless of the why.

It's the same with parentification.

I think part of the problem with this subject is that some people are just not ready to contend with the idea that a person or character can be good and loving and care, and still abuse someone they love and care about. That sometimes a person/character can make the best decisions and take the best actions that they are capable of in the moment, and it's still not good enough. That sometimes the best they can manage is still bad.

I do not doubt that Joyce loves Jonathan. We see that, at least a bit in season 1 (and I'll blame the show's shitty writing/directing on why that isn't carried through consistently with the rest of the show).

I do not doubt that Jonathan volunteers for some of the stuff he does. He clearly loves his mom and brother. We see that again and again. He knows the family is struggling. He takes responsibilities sometimes that are not asked of him because he wants to help the people he loves. We see examples of this in the show.

But he still should not have to. He shouldn't be picking up any extra hours he can get bc he is worried about the family's bills. He shouldn't be the one arranging his younger brother's funeral.

These are things that he volunteers for, no one tells him he has to do them. In fact arguably Joyce tells him not to. But they are still the, more indirect, results of him having responsibilities put on him that he should have never had to bear.

In a flashback, we see Jonathan comforting and distracting Will while their parents are arguing in another room. Though we don't see the lead up to this, it seems unlikely that this was something asked of him and more likely this is something that Jonathan volunteered for. Because he cares about Will. He is still acting in the role of a parent here, and being responsible for things he should not be responsible for.

We see time and time again with this show that the combination of the family circumstances (external pressures), and Jonathan's love for his family (internal pressures), continue to put him in situations where he feels he has no choice but to step up and be responsible for things he shouldn't have to be. Because he doesn't have the support needed to be able to trust that an adult will do what needs to be done if he doesn't.

And to attempt to wrap up the subject of Joyce...

Abusers are not all irredeemably and unforgivably evil. A person who was abused recognizing that their abuser didn't intend to hurt them and is just a person with flaws and/or unfortunate circumstances doesn't make them wrong or weak or still under their abuser's control and a character doing those things is not necessarily bad writing.

Joyce intentionally or not put parental responsibilities on to Jonathan and created and maintained an environment where he felt like he had to step up to responsibilities that never should have been his bc he couldn't trust the adults in his life to do what needed to be done.

Joyce loves Jonathan and tried her best given her capabilities and the circumstances. Joyce's best was not good enough and she abused Jonathan.

These statements can both be true.

[cherryssodapop]

some things im excited to experience in my dr 👇

smell the air. listen i know, but it’s 41 years back into the past where pollution was a lot less and i’m also in indiana. in this reality i live in southern Canada, where it’s basically california but w the harsh winters. i wanna sniff that SMALL TOWN AIR 😤

speaking of, i wonder if winters in hawkins are harsh. i like to imagine they are because indiana is up north but is it just as bad? i mean i dont think anyone can beat canada but a close second maybe??

IM SO EXCITED FOR GROCERY PRICES LMFAOOOOOOO. affordable prices and not spending $50 on three items MAN i can’t wait for that especially 🤌🤌🤌

im also Sooooo excited to make mixtapes i know its like a process with the record player and the recorder but i RLLY WANNA DO IT (esp make mixtapes for billy. ik he’s gonna hate them cause i do enjoy pop music and I WILL be putting songs on there that make me think of him regardless of genre 😤 but it’s the gesture that counts right? 😩)

OH MY GOD LITSENING TO THE RADIO AND HEARING THE DIFFERENCE IN QUALITY OF THE TECHNOLOGY VERSUS TODAY. Tv included, omg there’s no netflix none of that, you have to put on the right channel and the right time and actually sit through the commercials and stuff omg i forgot WE used to do that before the pandemic.

this might sound really really weird but I’m kinda excited to do my school assignments??? i mean here im so used to typing it up on a computer and submitting everything digitally but back then everything was handwritten or if you’re lucky on a type writer- I WANNA USE A TYPE WRITER SO BAD, i hope the school has them, better yet i hope my house has one causw gawdamn-

lowkey kinda curious to see what the upside down is actually like and what it feels like and stuff. cause on screen it looks all gooey and gross so im lowkey rlly curious to actually feel it yk?

GIRL NIGHTS W NANCY OMG you already KNOW we’re abt it gossip our asses off over ppl we don’t like (mainly tommy h and his minons). especially abt our men 🤭. I would tell her about billy. She’d keep her mouth shut abt it nancy doesn’t spew people’s business like that.

late night weed sessions w jonathan. i scripted his garage has a lil cosy area where we huddle and smoke up and we do it when joyce and will are fast asleep so we don’t get caught. i know this man will not cease yapping abt nancy (listen im a jancy shipper so i will very much encourage him okay, i love steve but you can’t let ur bf stop u from finding your husband 🙏)

also last but certainly not least 😏:

find out if billy is actually big or not 🤭. i mean we all know he is but gotta make sure yk? gotta get all close and personal and see for myself n stuff 😝

[sajaffery]

3...

i have to come up with a different proverb. maybe a new one. this is harder then i thought. but im really enjoying doing it. it feels like a wrting exercise. shit! it is a wrting exercise and i hate those. i absolutely hate them because they feel gimicky and unimaginative. but i came up with this on my own. so is it unimaginative? wait isnt there something called free association writing? is that what im doing right now? im not sure. i dont think youre allowed to think in that you’re just supposed to write and write and write and write. but how can you write without thinking? okay charger has been plugged back in and i can stop and think again. full disclosure by the way i am cheating to a certain extent because i keep editing every fifth mistake i make. im still leaving a lot in there to make this feel authentic. i felt like adding an emoticon there. cue self loathing. but no wait. old white men dont like emoticons do they? that good we like that. but young white girls do like emoticons. and justin bieber. dont know which way to turn now. lets move on. and i’m blank. i cant get justin bieber out of my head. good thing its not young white girls because that would be creepy. andd liable. is liable the right word. i want to google but i cant. new rule! no googling allowed. just train of…no no no. we cant use that either no trains allowed. old white men use trains. river of thoughts? cheesy. to similar to stream of consciousness, which isnt so bad because Virgina Woolf is a dead white woman. and i hate to love joyce. Love Dubliners. Love the idea of Ulysses, despite never getting past page 50 and not understanding what the hell happened in the forty or so pages i do read. except a young jesuit was or wasnt shaving. no word count either. new rule. im always checking word count to make myself feel good but we wont be doing that anymore. but i cant do this in the mornings anymore. not when i have to write. i mean seriously write because i would like to get published one day. read my name on the cover of a book. a hardback thak you very much because i do still love those (dead white men be damned) even if i dont particulalrly like paying for them. 15.99 for a book is ridiculous. especially when you can get it for 1p plus shipping costs in a few months time. i just cheated again. i deleted a whole paragraph i dint like anymore. its just felt repetitive like i was just telling you the same thing all over again in different word. filler. and we don’t like filler. its something EL James would use. i’m so glad EL James has become the by word for bad literature. she fully deserves it and im not just saying that because shes made a shit load of money. it does help though.it also helps that everyone seems to know who she is. James Patterson is equally shit, actually hes a different kind of shit. those alex cross books werent too bad to begin with. they certainly made good movies. anything with morgan freeman is a good movie. i hope if god does exist he does look like him. i wouldnt mind listening to him for all off eternity then. but then he started buying up unpublished manuscripts, polishing them up and printing them as his own with the real author getting a co-write. that fucking pisses me off. and he has the nerve to defend it by saying that he’s helping young unpublished authors. no you’re not asshole youre just printing money and using struggling authors just like every other arsehole looking to make a quick buck is. but you cant badmouth patterson because most nonreaders don’t know about him. but everybody knows EL James. god bless anal beads. okay im back. its the same day but i just posted this went downstairs to make some more green tea and came back up to add a little more to it. had two slices of chocolate cake too. i thought i was eating more because i was having a hard time writing but apparently i just like cake. and stuffing myself to point of explosion. edited slices and explpsion. there must be a way to switch off the squiggly lines that come up while im wrting this. typing. i’m only typing this.

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

Being Franks Daughter in Hawkins pt 10

Gif Caption: Top Gif: Marc and Steven from Marvel's Moonknight, Bottom Gif: Billy Hargrove from Netflix's Stranger Things

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Reader: 17-18 | female

Characters Mentioned: Frank Castle (MCU), Matt Murdock (MCU), Marc Spector/Steven Grant/ Jake Lockey (MCU), Peter Parker (MCU), Curt Hoyle (MCU), Dinah Madani (MCU), Karen Page (MCU), Billy Hargrove (ST), Steve Harringotn (ST), Dr.Sam Owens (ST), Joyce Byers (ST), Will Byers(ST), Mike Wheeler (ST), Jim Hopper (ST) Nancy Wheeler (ST), Lucas Sinclair (ST), Dustin Hednerson (ST), Max Mayfeild (ST), Jonathan Byers (ST)

A/n: Here we go shits goin down just wait till i make billy and Y/n fight

Warnings: Guns, fighting with Billy, chaos is a comin around the corner.

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So you rushed to get the kids at school, driving quickly to the middle school.

Parking in the first spot you seen just in time as the bell rang.

You got out and quickly went to stand by the bike racks.

Mike was the first out, and certainly in a rush.

"Y/n-"

"We need to go." Y/n deamnded.

"No. I need to go to Will's house-"

"Exactly," y/n spoke picking his bike up with ease.

"Hey!" Mike argued, Y/n carrying it to the car and putting it in the back, "Thats my bike! Be careful!"

"Kid! I could give less than one fuck about a bike. Hell. I'll buy you a new one- I know about Will."

Mike looked up at her as she closed the trunk.

"You know about the Shadow Monster-"

"Yeah. Fucker had will draw me." Y/n informed, "Where are the rest of your friends."

"They dont know Will's been seeing it. Just. I do." Mike told, "Im just going, we lost Dart."

"Dustin's pet?" Y/n asked.

"I'll explain on the way."

The two got in but a hand slammed ontop the car on her side.

"You." Billy growled, "what The FUCK is happening. You were just arrested a few hours ago! What did you tell them?"

"I dont have time for this-"

"Oh no- You're gonna fucking answer me!" Billy argued, "Now Y/n!"

"Stay in the car." Y/n told Mike as she got out slamming the door closed.

"I suggest you back up Billy." Y/n threatened

Real names were being used, this was getting serious

He took a step forward they beyond invading personal space now, "Or what."

"Watch yourself." Y/n warned.

"What did you tell them?" Billy questioned once again.

"What? Bout you?" Y/n argued voice raising, "about what your dad does? Bout there Shit justice system. About how you Let it happen-"

"Shut up. Now." He demanded.

"Why? Because you cant swallow the fucking truth?-"

He grabbed her forearm, face leaning in closer.

"And whats the truth."

"You already know the truth: You came to me I helped but you asked me to stop- to not cross that line, yet you know in a god damn heart beat I'd cross that line for you. Its at the back of your throat but you wont swallow it." Y/n argued, "Now let the fuck go of me Billy. Before I break your arm."

He threw her arm to the side, both still in each other's face: "I fucking hate you," he deemed.

"I'll go cry about it then." Y/n shot back turning around to get back in the car and starting to drive off.

"You're dead to me Castiglione! DEAD!" he shouted as she drove off.

You drove off in heavy silence, Mike afraid to even talk

But you obviously distressed.

"You...okay?" He asked.

"Yeah...Yeah nothing I can handle..." Y/n lied with a smile, "Remember. Secret Supehero."

He looked over at her, "Why do older people lie to everyone?"

Y/n sighed: "I don't know."

It was silent the rest of the trip.

You had said you'd cry about it to Billy in sarcasm, but soon as you let Mike out the car to go to Joyce you sat on the porch trying not to cry

Hopper was leaving, shove over his shoulder when he spotted you

Dad mode?

Yes

He took a seat next to you, handing out a pack of cigrattes out to you

"Should a cop be giving a teen a cigratte?"

"Yeah well. We do stupid shit when we're upset." He explained as she took the carton, "plus I was a teenager once."

"Thanks."

She pulled out one and lit it with ease handing it back to him.

"Don't make it a habit."

"I wont." Y/n told rubbing her face, "You know. I moved from New York to Hawkins for some peace."

"Seems like the chaos followed you." Hopper told as he lit his own cigratte.

Y/n chuckled under her breathe, "Chaos follows me everywhere."

"Me and you both kid." Hopper spoke, taking a long inhale of his cigratte before blowing the smoke out his nose.

"Come on." He spoke.

"What?" Y/n asked.

"Come on. Lets go diggin."

Odd but. You follow him anyways

This time he didn't put you in hand cuffs.

And he took you to the farms.

You both got out and he told you to start digging

"For what? Roots?"

"No. Just dig until you hit something." He explained pulling out a pistol, "You know how to use that?"

"Revolver, Sam & Wesson. Model...67?" Y/n spoke looking over the revolver, "Sorry. 66."

He looked at her surpises as she tucked it in the back of her jeans and grabbed her shovel starting to dig.

"Well? Are we diggin? Or are you standing there?" Y/n asked.

He'd proceed to dig with you, making small talk along the way

He actually laughed when you told him you had done what you had to Neil Hargrove

Hopper explained he never liked Neil and that you beating Neil up kinda had made his week.

Apparently from what you could piece together: Neil had said he touched you: got into an arguement over something and it escolated.

He said it was good that you knew how to defend yourself

"My dad taught me." Y/n explained, they both take a small break sitting in the hole "but I have a feeling you don't like him."

"Barely know the guy." Hopper told her.

"I think it's about Joyce." Y/n spoke, "Ya know. Pretty ol Joyce Byers."

He rolled his eyes, smoking his break time cigratte.

"Hard to let someone go you love kid."

"I know..."

"thats what she wants and shes happy. Thats the only bad part. You think you can make her even happier but it doesn't get better than that kid." Hopper lectured with a stretch, "Don't think I've seen Joyce so happy before."

Y/n nodded standing up grabbing the shovel again, they both getting back to it.

"It plays out how it should in the end." Y/n spoke up, "Right?"

Hopper nodded, "Right."

The two contuined digging themselves what could of been there own graves

Tossing dirt over there shoulders and up top till Y/n hit something

"Here."

They both quickly dug and pulled at the black vine like goo

Creating an opening.

"What in the name of America's ass..." Y/n spoke dipping her head downward into the what she assumed was tunnels.

"Fuck- what are you doing-"

Y/n dropped in, with ease. If she was going to be involved might as well as be invested.

She landed on her feet looking both ways Hopper dropping in behind her.

"Well I'll be damned..." Hopper aspirated they both shocked at what was surronding them.

You only pushed forward Revolver in hand

Hopper stopped her, he cutting off his sleeves

"Airs toxic." He explained as she took it from him tying it around her head to make a makeshift mask.

"Just like my realtionship with Stark." Y/n sighed pulling a small flashlight from her boot.

The thing about being in front is your use to Frank keeping up, or you keeping up with Frank

You're use to fast pace, you can sight see later

So when you push on and loose Hopper you're kinda fumbernucked

"Chief!?" Y/n shouted looking around, "Cheif!"

"Oh fuck...I should of listened to Marc..." Y/n sighed contuining on, "what are the odds he's down here with his bird mother fucker..."

She looked around, but the shouting from Hopper caught her attention, she quickly rushing after him.

"Cheif! Cheif!" Y/n shouted looking around "Cheif!!"

Y/n looked down feeling something wrapping around her ankles, "Fu-"

She was pulled by the ankles and too the ground, being dragged down a tunnel.

"Fuck! I just wanted a Normal fucking school year!" Y/n protested in anger as she tried to grab onto something. Her shouting only echoning in the distance.

Meanwhile Dustin was trying to find SOMEONE ANYONE to help him

He was knocking on the Wheeler's door. Just to get an uncaring answer from Mr.Wheeler

"Son of a bitch, you no help at all." Dustin complained walking away.

"Lanuage!" Mr.Wheeler complained shutting the door as Steve had pulled up flowers in his hand he muttering to himself.

"Yeah. I made a mistake. Okay. These are an apology gift for Y/n but I dont know what Im apologizing for even though I do but nothing happened at the halloween party just. I dont know how to tell her what did happen." Steve muttered to himself, he going to ask Nancy for help, and for an apology to Y/n herself, Steve felt like Nancy could atleast do that, "yeah makes sense...:

"Are those for Mrs. Wheeler?" Dustin spoke up.

Steve looked up, "what no-"

Dustin grabbed them, "hey! Man-"

"Do you still have that bat?"

"What?"

"The one with the nails?"

"Yeah. Why?" Steve asked.

"I'll explain on the way lover boy. I need to go to Y/n's house."

So Dustin explained it to him, how he kept a baby demogorgin, and how he named it Dart

And how it REALLY didnt like you

Like. Despited you

"So?" Steve spoke, "You're freaky little pet didnt like Y/n-"

"Im assuming it'll go after her, and she doesnt know anything about the-"

Steve immediately floored it, driving faster to her house.

"Dude! Calm down!"

"If that thing Kills her Henderson, I'll make sure she drags you down to the grave with her!"

"Okay! Okay!"

They make it to your house and Steve bangs on the door.

Frank answers it, cup of coffee in his hand, must've just gotten home from work.

"You better have a good reason for-"

"Is Y/n home?" Steve asked frantically.

"No." Frank spoke, "She went with you last night-"

Matt joined Frank at the door.

"Is something wrong?" Matt questioned, "Y/n's not with you?"

"She's most likely with Billy-" Steve brushed off, "Yeah. There..."

"Probally out at a party." Dustin finsihed.

"Y/n hates parties." Frank argued.

"Yeah! But you know Y/n always the...life of stuff! We're gonna go." Dustin contuined as they both quickly walked away to Steve's car and quickly drove off.

"I'll get my suit." Matt spoke walking off.

Meanwhile your still stuck in the Upside down, hanging upside down, blood rushing to your head as more vines hold your arms straight down.

"What a bunch of a holes leaving me upside down...like atleast sacerfice me in a cool way."

"Hopper!? Hopper!?" A female called from the distance, it was Joyce.

"Oh thank god!" She cried out, she must've gotten Hopper out from wherever he was trapped.

"Kid! Kid!"

"Im here!" Y/n called, "Over here!"

The small group walked towards her, "Who's that?" Y/n asked.

"Im Bob. Im a friend of Joyce."

"Hi Bob Im Y/n. Joyce is dating my dad."

"What are you doing?" Hopper asked.

"Oh Just ya know. Hanging around with Mephisto's sperm." Y/n stated in a matter of fact tone, and glared at him, "What the fuck do you think Im doing!?"

So they helped you down and all of you luckily got out of there of course after being fuckin jumpscared by some guy in a hazmat suit

Your so done with different relams

Cant you just call Dr.Strange for this to be done?

God you wish

When you get out you're panicking seeing what's clearly a goverment operation

But then Will goes into what you can only describe as a severe seizure

Fuck the goverment now.

Wills in obvious pain and your main focus is to get him up and okay

But as quick as you go to help him your shoved away.

Unlike the others you actually detained, despite everyone's shouting for your release.

You fighting them to the best of your ability without severely injuring anyone

But they detain you anyways

And wow. Hawkins Lab who could of guess

There violent with you, or alteast of the verge of violent

They scrub you down with a damn hose while your in cuffs, they've cuffed your ankles.

This is beyond you just knowing now. They have to know something else.

And your chained to your chair, you had bit someone so they muzzled you

A doctor walked in, older man.

"Hello Ms.Castiglione." he spoke tossing a thick file on the table, "what do you prefer?"

Y/n glared at him, "Ms.Castiglione? Or Ms.Castle?"

She didnt answer as he sighed, "Perhaps Ms.Russo?"

"Fuck. You." Y/n spoke, venom dripping from her lips, "My name. Is Y/n Castiglione my father is Franklin Castiglione. I don't know a Russo. "

He nodded, "Alright. Lucky for you it was just a side research on my part. No one else knows."

Y/n was quiet as he opened up the file, "Multiple Premeditated and Conducted Murders. You're quiet Bust Ms.Y/n. I do thank you for taking down that molester slash serial killer, just before you moved to Hawkins. Horrible person he is."

"What do you want? Me to be quiet?"

"Infact. Yes. But I don't think that'd be a problem. With all your...past lets call it?" He explained, "Now I could care less about your track record. Wipe it clean for you if you do me just one small favor. Both you and your dad's track record."

"What."

"Why does this...entity. lets call it. You know. Where you were trapped?"

"The upside down." Y/n filled in.

"Sure. Yes." He went along with, "The upside down. What connection do you have with it?"

"It tried to kill me." Y/n told, "thats the only connection I have to it. Not a good one if you ask me."

"Why is it scared of you?"

"Shit." Y/n spoke leaning back in her chair, " why arent you asking yourself that? Aren't you afraid of me? You're the one threating my track record."

He shifted in his seat: he's uncomfortable.

"Now." Y/n spoke standing up, chains falling off her body, she pulled the muzzle from her face, red lines showed where it once pushed deep into her skin, "Shall we? Doctor-?"

Y/n looked at him as he sat in shock, she leaning in closer.

"Owens." She spoke, "Doctor Owens. Can We go? If its afraid of me. Dont you want me out there?"

He took you around the Lab, you thought you were going to see Will but ended up with Hopper

Both given hazmat suits which you decided against and just took a respirator.

Thats when you seen it for the first time.

The gate.

Unlike Hopper or the others you did hesitate to go and walk up to it.

It was like an infection, that spread throughout a body and that body was loosing

You reached your hand out but it retracted immediately and spread else where.

"What the fuck..." y/n laughed looking back at Hopper who had been yelling at her the whole time to get back.

But did you?

No

You walked through the gate, becausw fuck it at this point

You still dont understand how this place, or thing, or whatever is afraid of you

Can a place be afraid of you? That just doesnt sit right

Unless this Shadow Monster affecting Will is controlling this place

That would make more sense, but why?

Hopper was yelling at you to be careful when you realized it and rushed back through the portal

It knows who you are and if it knows who you are, it knows who your dad is what you both are.

You demanded to know where Will was, and Dr.Owens wouldnt tell you, so you pulled a gun from a gaurd on him.

Eventually you got it out of him and rushed to see him, Dr.Ownes behind you

Will was surpised to see you, and so was Joyce who quickly stood infront of Will's bed.

"Leave now." Joyce demanded.

She knows, "Joyce. Mrs.Byers. please. Let me explain-"

"Explain what?" She questioned, "That you killed people. Both you and you're dad!? The Punisher!? Really!?"

"Mrs.Byers those people had the right to die!" Y/n argued, "you don't understand-"

"No. I don't!-"

"Mrs.Byers. Please. Those people killed children." Y/n explained to her, her expression seemed to let up just the slightest, "Its how I ended up with Frank to begin with. He has my back, and I have his. I may have killed people but I wouldn't lie to no one. Especially not you."

"Why wouldn't you- Frank. Tell me." She asked, genuinely heartbroken.

"I. Its not something you can go flashing around." Y/n explained, "Look. You know me. You know my dad. Frank. My dad loves you and you know he'd do anything for you and your family."

Joyce slowly dropped her shoulders, "i get it. I do. Its scary." Y/n explained.

"But I know. For a fact. That If I can help save any of you. I would." Y/n contuined taking a few steps closer, "and that thing, knows I can do some serious damage. Let me help you."

She sighed, and nodded, Y/n sighing in relief, but wasnt expecting the hug that came next.

Joyce Byers was hugging you, after your whole identity was releved to her.

You don't think you've had anyone hug you after someone knew of well. You killing people.

So Joyce allows you to contuine to help

You sit besides Will.

"Hey bud...do I...scare you?" Y/n asked.

He shook his head no, "No...you're a good person."

Y/n smiled holding his hand,

"Are you kidding?" Mike added, "Your a totally bad ass! Taking down Badguys! I knew you were a superhero!"

Y/n laughed, "thank you Mike...But Will,I scare that thing?"

He nodded.

"Why? Do you know?"

Will shook his head no, "It doesnt like your friends either."

"My friends?" Y/n questioned.

"You're new york friends" He explained, "it doesnt like your dad either."

Y/n was silent for a moment, "fuck-"

Y/n got up quickly, "Where are you going?" Joyce asked.

"Its after my family!" Y/n argued, Dr.Owns throwing her keys.

"Take mine." He spoke, "go!"

You've never rushed off so quick before.

But he never told you what car he drives, and you got fucking annoyed and just broke into one and hot wired it and was off at the speed of light

Plus it was dark outside making it worse.

"Fuck. Marc I could really use you now!" Y/n argued, "Should Of just fucking listened! But No! You wanted a boyfriend! A normal life! Fuck a normal life!"

Y/n made it to her house, jumping out the car and rushing inside the house, no one home.

"Dad! Matt! Matthew!" Y/n shouted, curising as she looked around, "Karen! Peter!"

She walked into his room, "Curt!? Madani!"

No one. She went into her room, pushing over her bed, with ease and going to the loose floorboard.

"Fuck... Y/n cursed, but paused, looking at the vest, she could take it, put it back on.

Instead she grabbed the hatchets besides holstered on a belt.

"I can do this without you." She spoke, covering the floorboard and grabbing knifes from her wall.

"Thank god for Loki." Y/n spoke kissing one of the blades before holstering them on her belt.

Y/n covered the hole again and left to find her family.

You walked out the house, looking up at the full moon and screamed at the top of your lungs for Moonknight.

You were glad when part of the moon became blocked out, it Marc in the ceremonial armour landing at your feet.

"Now you need me?" Marc asked the coustume breaking away.

"Get in the damn car." Y/n ordered getting in the driver seat, "I need Steven."

"Well of course you do." Steven spoke getting into the passanger seat, "What is it today love? Midnight sons? Ancient Egyptian battle-"

Y/n speed off quickly, "Well slow down!" Steven complained.

"Theres a gateway here in Hawkins. To what they call the Upside down- It knows about me and Frank. I dont know where he is! And You need to help me!"

"Where the bloody hell would he be?" Steven asked

"I don't know!-"

Y/n floored on the breaks, rocking them both forward, "The Byers house."

"What?"

"The Byers house! If Frank's going to look for anyone it'd be at the Byers house! Fuck he knows me too well!" Y/n argued making a fast U turn, going back to Joyce's house.

"Who's the Byers!" Steven asked

"The moms Franks Girlfriend!"

"Frank has a girlfriend!?" Marc aspirated.

So you quickly drove to Joyce's house, well you where-

Until you stopped, smelling blood as you floored on the breaks.

"Marc I need you to contuine to look for my dad." Y/n explained getting out the driver seat.

"Excuse me!?"

"Look! Go look for my dad!" Y/n ordered, "Please."

He sighed, "You're lucky I like you."

He shifted over and took her seat, "becareful. I know you sense ya know....werid shit."

Y/n nodded.

You watched Marc drive off as you walked into the forest

You smelled Blood and Unlike Matt you couldnt identify who's blood

But with everything going on.. it was best to check

You found yourself farther than you thought as you made it to what seemed to be an old dumping grounds, an old bus, some old cars along with rubble here and there.

"Hello!" Y/n called.

She stopped when something squished below her.

"Aw...shit...always my fuckin feet..." y/n complained raising her foot.

Y/n kneeled down, taking a knife from her belt. Sticking it in the substance and bringing it closer. It was meat. Most likely beef from the color, or perhaps pork-

"Y/n!" Someone whispered in a rush. She looked up.

"Get over here!"

She looked up, and squinted, "Max?"

There was a low growl, Y/n pausing in her spot.

The bus door opened slowly, barely making a squeak Steve slowly walking out, hand loose in one hand and the other one out in sign for her to not make a move. Then brought a finger to his lips to tell her to keep quiet.

Another low growl as Y/n turned her head.

Just a rabid dog at first glance. Until it got closer. It's head made of what could be a flower bulb as it stalked closer.

Y/n slowly pulled one of her hatches from her side.

"Steve." Y/n started, "get in the bus."

"What-"

"Get in the fuckin' bus." Y/n ordered.

"No."

"I'm not-"

The growl came closer as it slowly closed in.

"Fuckin' stay close then..." Y/n whispered to him facing the dog.

It came running at the two, jumping for it's killing just for Y/n to slash it off to the side.

"Let me guess. Gift from a god." Steve spoke another growl being heard from behind, Steve's shoulder blades met hers quickly, they back to back.

"No." Y/n responded, "sharpened from the thrift store. Camping department."

"Keep on the toes in a circle," Y/n told taking the second hatchet out a second dog coming at them, Steve takinga swing at it, knocking it off and back into the on rolling fog.

"Gotta admit." Steve spoke up, twilring the bat in his hand, "Kinda hot seeing you kick ass Killer."

"Not the time to flirt hot shot." Y/n laughed.

"Steve! Y/n!" Dustin shouted.

"Busy!" Y/n complained.

"There's More!" Lucas shouted, "A shit load more!"

Y/n and Steve looked around them, they completely surronded by more of these flower head dogs.

"Oh..." y/n started.

"Fuck..." Steve finished.

"Abort! Abort!" Dustin shouted.

"Go! Go!" Y/n shouted.

The two took back back towards the bus, Steve rushing in with Y/n behind him, yet one clamped down on her hand.

"AH!" Y/n screamed.

"Y/n!" Steve shouted regripping his bat.

But Y/n dragged the monster in and Dustin shut the foor.

"Im keeping my fucking hand!" Y/n shouted at it, grabbing the lip of the monster and forcing it's mouth open.

"Holy Shit!" Max screamed Y/n getting her hand out and holding onto one of its petal like lips.

"Fuck. You!"

She pulled at it's mouth forcing it more open than it should be naturally, it screeching in pain as Y/n raised her foot up.

"Die! You!" Y/n shouted kicking it down, "peice!"

With more force and the help of her weight the thing was split, "Of shit!" She shouted for a final time, it dieing as Y/n threw it off to the side.

She falling onto the floor with heavy breathe, leaning against one of the broken seats "fuck..."

They looked at her in Horror, she covered in blood and guts, then the kids lauged.

"YOU'RE A TOTAL BAD ASS!" They cheered.

Yet it didnt last long as the dogs charged at the door, trying to get in, resulting in the fear setting back in.

"FUCKING HELL! IM DONE WITH FUCKING FLOWER FUCKIN FACES!" Y/n shouted grabbing the bat from Steve.

"Y/n! Y/N!"

You had already gone to the door where Dustin had tried to block it in and with the reching in demodog you beat it half to death.

Yet it didnt stop there, a scream from Max ripping you attention away, one of these dogs, screeching down at her from the open bus emergency exit.

But before anyone could make a move, it stopped and looking off to the side it chirping, growling then roaring before it left in a hurry.

You guys were quiet no one making a move for a good five mintues.

Steve was out the door first, back with his signature bat in hand as he checked

But the creatures had just vanished

And now that you all have a mintue to breathe in the outside air the adrenaline is starting to wear off.

"Dustin." Y/n called, "you got duck tape in that backpack of yours?"

He went through his bag, "Yeah. Here."

Y/n thanked him wrapping her bleeding hand and past her wrist in duck tape, "here."

He was in compelte shock as you just contuined on without a care, putting your hatchets away at your sides.

You all walked off, hoping to find where they went, Lucas found from using his binoculars that they went "home" Hawkins Lab

You told them last time you checked, Will was there

Dustin and Lucas started to try and fill you in

But you said you already knew, and not to worry you could handle it.

You stayed in the back of the group, Max walking besides you.

"Are...you okay?" She asked.

Y/n nodded, "yeah... this? Its nothing."

It was silent, "I know...you and Billy."

"I don't wanna talk about it..." Y/n responsed.

"But I just-"

"Look! Max! I don't care what you think!" Y/n argued, in a whispered shout, "my dad's god knows where, Im dead to Billy! I-"

She stopped rubbing over her face taking a deep breathe in, "Im...look Im sorry...I just...want everyone safe."

"Is that a superhero thing?" Max asked, "taking everything on yourself?"

"It just may be...Im not much of a hero..."

"Just a badass?" Max asked

Y/n chuckled, "Just a badass."

"Well..." she spoke, "if the badass doesn't mind. I don't mind helping with anything."

Y/n smiled patting Max on the head, "I'll remember that. Your first lesson when shits not grinding in the fan. Hot wiring."

"Really!?"

"No."

You all contuined forward, and you had to break up some stupid fight between Lucas and Dustin

Even tho they both yellled at you to stay out of it.

"Look! Both of you!" Y/n shouted, "You fucked up Dustin! You fucked up Lucas! You both get that!?"

"But-" Lucas tried to interveine.

"I said You fucked up Dustin! You fucked up Lucas! Do you both get that!? Or will I have to have The winter soilder come and stab both of you in the eye!" Y/n argued.

"You know The Winter Soilder?!" The two asked.

"Not the point!" Y/n argued, "so lets just. Go. Alright?"

The two nodded and contuined down the railroad path.

You all coming up on the lab.

Hearing hellos coming from the distance you all started towards the sound. Just for it to be Jonathan.

And Nancy...

Great she first tries to steal your boyfriend, talks to you like nothing happened, and then she was with your brother-Jonathan, she was with Jonathan.

"What are you doing here?!"

"Us!?" Nancy asked, "We're looking for Mike and Will."

"Shit what happen to your hand?" Jonathan asked Y/n grabbing the ducktaped hand.

"Nothing big-"

"Wait what are you doing here?" Nancy asked her.

"Right now? Getting Mike and Will out of there." Y/n argued pointing towards the lab.

"Gate has no power." Jonathan told her.

"Fuck..." Y/n spoke pulling away from him, looking up at the gate, "I can jump it-"

"Are you insane?!" Nancy asked, "That's barbed wire-"

"And?" Y/n asked walking towards the Fence serveying the area,"not as bad as you think."

She started to climb the fence.

"Y/n! Woah woah!" Steve stopped her, "You're injured-"

"Will and Mike are in there!" Y/n defended and started to climb again, but Nancy pulled her down.

"Are you trying to die?" Nancy argued.

Y/n turned to her getting dangerously close, "no but your going to if you touch me again."

Nancy looked offended, "What the hell-"

"Blow it out your ass Nancy." Y/n argued, "You're just Bullshit. You're pure bullshit!"

"Y/n-"

"Be quiet." Y/n ordered, "You stop me again, I will hurt you."

Y/n climbed over the fence, just barely able to throw herself over the barbed wire.

"Y/n!" Steve shouted, "Y/n!"

You ignored him and managed to hurry to the building, yet the door wouldnt open and if the power is off...

You managed with one of your longer pins to slide it between the door and the door frame wiggling around till you heard a click and the door opened letting you in

It's time to go safe the homies now

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[chasingfictions]

Hello have seen your posts about your ats rewrite and I am interested!! But also am a bit confused where to start w it or what order to read things in? Do you have like a master post or smth of your fic? Premise sounds amazing

aaaa thank u so much!! i dont have a masterpost but this is a great opportunity to make one!

series title is don't know how to stick around, but i wanna ... because i hate brevity :)

all the fics in the series are in chronological order to how they appear on ao3, and u can find that page here. that said, while there are pieces of continuity that carry through, i do try to write them more or less readable as stand-alones, so no need to necessarily read in order! if there's continuity from previous fics that's relevant, i generally drop a lil previously-on in the notes.

anyway, this is first and foremost a series about faith! it is second and uh... secondmost? a series about what if ats didnt hate women. ats has this tendency to get tired of women characters and shove them out of the narrative and say no more story for you, and i um. hate that. a lot. so this is a series where Faith Gets To Have More Story, but critically so does darla and cordelia and fred and lilah :) the whole gang's here :)

definitely a series that features heavy fuffy, and has a kind-of fuffy endgame but also a kind-of-not fuffy endgame, in that im interested in writing buffy as a part of faith's story, but not the center of it? also includes to a less focused extent - cangel, frunn, faith/anne steele, faith/darla, spuffy, some background tillow and xanya too. upcoming fics will almost certainly include weslah, faith/gwen raiden, and very possibly lilah/harmony? whole series also features very strong faith-cordy friendship and faith-angel siblingship

anyway! the fics!

1. where would i even start | time period: "sanctuary" and immediate aftermath | 6k words

(In which stabbing fantasies are Faith’s coping mechanism; Cordelia is always right; No one goes to jail; and Faith is just trying to figure out whatever the hell it means to be the Slayer again.)

i said hey what would happen if faith didnt go to jail in sanctuary and now uh. record scratch freeze frame i guess im writing an entire ats rewrite novel :) im fine u guys :)

2. when do i get better? | time period: back end of ats s1 | 10k words

(In which Faith has trauma dreams, attempts girl talk with Cordelia, tries to hit Angel playfully but keeps actually injuring him, is still trying to work out what it means to be the Slayer again. And in which, most importantly, Faith is a lesbian but still doesn’t know it yet.)

not terribly plotty -- more about setting the landscape for the emotional stakes of the rest of the series. giving faith some breathing room to process trauma and have things be slow and painful in a necessary way for a while

3. what if there’s nothing wrong with me? | time period: summer between ats s1-s2 to very early ats s2 | 12k words

(in which Faith and Gunn are besties, Gunn is a fanboy for slayers, Cordy thinks she’s the best friend in a romcom but doesn’t understand which kind of romcom, Lorne is a gay icon, and in which, most importantly, Faith is a lesbian but she knows it this time.)

definitely the fuffiest this series has been so far (up until the upcoming installment which is very fuffy). faith is gay!! this is a fic about how faith is gay

4. we’re five by five over here, baby. | time period: back half of ats s2 | 32k words

(in which Faith and Wesley go to family therapy, someone has a post-funeral threesome and shockingly it’s not Faith, Faith can’t stop calling Angel “big guy,” and in which Faith attempts to be a fuckboy but ends up uhauling hard.)

The One Where Faith Gets to Be Happy. faith has a girlfriend! faith is thriving! things still hurt a lot but faith is! happy! when you get! down to it! also including a decently sizeable sunnydale crossover for Joyce's funeral

5. this my grave or yours? | time period: between btvs s5 and btvs s6 | 44k words

(In which there’s only one Slayer left standing, but someone still has to guard the fucking Hellmouth. Also, in which Anya enforces mandatory fun, Spike’s best friend is Dawn and everyone agrees that’s really lame of him, and Giles wants to be invited to Build-a-Bear. But, mostly, in which it all just hurts. All the time.)

btvs s5-s6 interlude fics are one of my favorite genres of fic bc i love suffering i guess, and that's very much what this is. faith and the scoobies having big time grief all the time. not really an ats fic except for a few ats character cameos.

6. what's a family look like? | time period: early-mid ats s3 | 28k words

(In which Darla and Angel are toxic coparents; no one dies of a mystical pregnancy; and the Fang Gang can’t stop flirting with each other. And in which Faith keeps thinking about her mom, even though she really, really doesn’t wanna.)

darla doesnt die! a fic about how darla doesnt die! this is the least faith-centric of the fics so far, plot-wise, because there's just a lot of ats arc stuff to contend with as we get into the later seasons, but faith's experience is obv still the emotional center

7. [TBA] it’s not how i thought it would be | time period: second half of ats s3 | ... still in draft but currently we're at uhhh... 50k words? and i still have the whole final arc to write??? so.....

this is basically the chaos one. gunn/fred/wes love triangle. groo/cordy/angel love triangle. buffy/faith/darla love triangle. spike/buffy/faith love triangle. briefly a faith/willow/tara love triangle??? everyone goes to xanya's wedding? it's all a lot?? i still have to write all the connor wesley prophecy stuff but uh. that sure is also gonna be a part of it.

8. [????] ats s4/btvs s7 fic?

most likely will be more than one fic because that's a Lot of content but yeah

9. [????] post-chosen btvs / ats s5???

also probably will be more than one fic. im going to be writing this series forever you guys. it's okay.

10. [????] epilogue-y gift fic for @episode5s my beloved

this isnt going to have any bearing on plot or arcs but WILL be fun :) we can have a little domestic fluff. as a treat.

11. [?????] i have this vague idea about doing kind of an a visit to the goon squad style anthology fic set in this verse.

it's about all the ats women side characters lives intertwining in standalone short stories??? focusing on (as far as my very vague plan goes) kate, drusilla, darla, gwen, lilah, and harmony.

that's it! that's the series!!!!!!! as you can see these keep getting longer and fucking longer every fucking time so uh. yeah :))))) this is gonna be a long time going!!!! im prob just gonna use this ask as a masterpost going forward and will edit in the new fics as they come and re-reblog it :)

[frogboyandzombieface]

hii, hope you're doing well!

7, 12, 19, 23, 37 and 49 for the ask game :)

(sorry if they're too many)

 OH MY GOD MY FUICKING DUMB LAPTOP PISSED ITSELF AND I LOST EVERYTHING I WROTE :((( WAA i will do it again though.. sighs..

7: favourite episodes in each season?

AAAHH THIS IS A HARD ONE. okay so.. season 1, has to be holly jolly. my GOD the raw emotions in that episode, with joyce and hopper and hopper discovering more about the lab and everything and like.. mikes emotions with will being ‘dead’ and.. hvfjkjhhkhj hhooohhy my goodness its just so good.

season 2: THE GATE. DJFDK FUCKING OBSSSED WITH IT I LOVE IT SO MUCH AAA like everything coming to a climax, all the build up and the action and like the VIBES ARE SOSOSOSOS FUCKING COOL I LO V E IT SCREAMINGGGG 

season 3: MMMM probably the mall rats .. its got ELMAXXXX <33333 steve and dustin being all cute when they reunite, nothing tooo bad has happened yet , it has the BEST CHARACTER IN THE WORLD MR CLARKE. and has m*leven breaking up so YA KNOW !! best episode <33

12: favourite quote?

ohh man . god i love tons of the quotes. i really love jonathans quote to will “you shouldnt like things because people tell you you’re supposed to”, but also hopper’s letter at the end of s3 is so good.. and also joyce’s quote being like “i will find him and bring him home” in s1 GOD ITS ICONIC !!! sorry i dont have a singular fav cant decide. even though its my own fucking ask game whatever <3

19: j*ncy or ronance?

im sorry j*ncy fans but ... ronance. i dont Hate j*ncy but i dont really like it that much tbh.. also i need everyone to be gay like me ok.

23: who has the best hairstyle throughout all the seasons?

MAAAANN i gotta be basic and say steve. he’s always had the best hairstyle and he always will. ill say eddies a close second though.. my god i love his hair

37: if byler is something you’ll think will happen, how do you think they’ll handle it?

AAHHH SHITTT IM SO NERVOUS ABOUT THIS. i REALLY hope they’ll handle it in a concise, well-thought out way that slowly builds up to the ship and reveals it to general audiences (because apparently theyre too dumb to realise that theyve been coding it throughout the ENTIRE show so far) in a way that doesnt seem like its coming out of nowhere ya know?? and also i want to see mike and wills journeys of realisation and acceptance and everything like that handled in the way it deserves to be handled. they are my blorbos ok i am extremely attached and i need to see them go thru the proper channels,, especially mike because he’s clearly only coming to the realisation recently and he obvi has some Thinking to do. THE DUFFERS DONT KNOW THEM LIKE I DO💀💀

49: do you think mike is gay, straight, bi or other?

mann i gotta be honest hes probably gay. like all the queercoding he’s had throughout the seasons and the way he acts with eleven and everything, it points to the fact that hes probably gay more than bisexual. but im completely open to the idea of him being bi honestly !!! no bi erasure here :)) all i know is that he is certainly NOT STRAIGHT ok. this boys fruitier than the entire fruit isle he and will sat in in season 3.

stranger things asks! ⚡

[harringtown]

(time flies by) in the yellow & green part VI

this part took me forever but! its here! last part was fluff but today, we’re riding the angst train! and we’re nearing the end! I dont know exactly how many parts because im still deciding between two endings extremely happy or extremely sad? who knows. not me. yet. but it shouldn’t be more than 2-3 more! get pumped! 

Steve Harrington AU in which the reader is pulled through the Upside Down and back into 1985. Finding a way back is hard, even with the help of new allies, and falling in love makes things ten times worse (aka a sprinkle of time travel, more monsters, our favorite gang, and a handful or more of angst)

Part 6/?

read the other parts here!

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Three weeks in a time that wasn’t your own. Three weeks that your family and friends had spent wondering and aching and crying over your disappearance.

It shouldn’t have felt as normal, as comfortable, as much like home, as it did. You certainly shouldn’t have been enjoying it. You should have spent every hour slaving over possible ways to find your way back.

But the thing was, going back had lost its glimmering appeal. It was non-negotiable: if you didn’t go home, they’d never be able to shut the gate for good. The Upside Down would continue its slow infection. Going home was inevitable. And the thought made you sick with dread.

Now that you were healed enough to walk around without getting winded, the wheels had resumed turning. And the first task was reconnaissance. Since nothing was easy, recon meant diving into the belly of the beast with you leading the charge. And if you were doing that, you were doing it armed.

With the holiday break over, Joyce had taken El and Will back for school with a promise to come on the weekend and Jonathan, who was happy for an excuse to stay with Nancy longer, had remained. They’d all promised Joyce not to try anything too stupid before she got back.

That was how you ended up outside of the gun store with Robin and Nancy, a too-excited Steve bounding inside like a kid in a candy store with Jonathan behind him.

“So, they can just walk in there, and buy one? Without even giving an ID?” You asked from the passenger seat of Steve’s car.

“Yep,” Robin said, “It’s concerning how little the government cares about us measly peasants donning shotguns.”

“So long as you don’t turn it on them, they couldn’t care less,” you said.

“The whole point of the second amendment was to arm the common man in case their government turned on them again. But nobody reads the fine print anymore,” Robin said.

“It’s only downhill from here,” you said.

“I guess you’d know,” Robin said, and you could hear the grin in her voice.

“Have you thought about what you’re going to say? When you get home?” Nancy asked. You stiffened. You’d avoided the topic of going home in your mind for a multitude of reasons, one of them being the fact that you couldn’t tell anyone where you’d been.

You tipped your head back against the seat, eyes falling shut.

“I have no idea,” you said. “If I say I ran away, they’ll want to know where and how. If I tell them I was…I don’t know, taken…then there’s a manhunt for someone who doesn’t exist. And I can’t exactly tell them the truth.”

“Your family will just be happy to have you back. Even if you can’t tell them how,” Nancy said.

“I hope you’re right,” you said.

“If she’s not, just look me up. You can live in my guest house!” Robin said, grinning wide.

“If I get kicked out, I’ll be on your doorstep.”

She and Nancy laughed, and you found yourself missing them already. There was more time, just a little bit, but it would never be enough. Nancy and Robin would be grown up by the time you were born. You were a blip, an anomaly. But you were grateful for the seconds you’d managed to steal.

“How does Steve feel about you going home?” Nancy asked, soft and cautious. You stilled, stomach twisting painfully. Another thing you really hated thinking about.

“Why do you ask?” You asked innocently. Nancy made a face.

“Come on. I know what a lovesick Steve Harrington looks like, remember?”

“I do, too,” Robin added, “And I concur.”

“It’s not like that.”

“Oh, it’s absolutely like that,” Robin said. You shrugged, turning halfway in your seat to look at them.

“I always heard that timing is everything. I didn’t really get it until now.”

“Cruel irony,” Robin said.

“I just-if I had the choice, if I didn’t have to, I’m not so sure I’d go, anymore.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. It isn’t fair,” Nancy said.

“It is what it is,” you said because if you were honest, told her thinking about it made you feel like splintering, you’d cry and not stop.

“It’s bullshit is what it is,” she said.

“Yeah, well, I’m starting to learn Hawkins only deals in bullshit.”

“You know, you’re good together. I know that probably just makes it worse, but you are. Even if it can’t last, you make him happy. He hasn’t been that in a long time,” Nancy said, a drop of guilt in her voice.

“And certainly not for lack of trying,” said Robin, a tinge of sadness in her own words.

Each of them carried a shadow of loss behind them, one that you now bore, too. How could you go back to a bright world after that? Different and alone?

“He’s lucky to have you,” Nancy said, “for as long as he does.”

Always with the expiration date.

“Is it even fair of me to…to let it go on? To act like we don’t have a horrible ending coming? How is it the right choice to walk right into the water when you know there’s a shark ten feet away? We’re both going to get bitten. What’s the point?”

“You’re the one in the water,” Nancy said, “You tell us.”

“Just because it’s temporary doesn’t make it bad. I mean, the point is that it happened, isn’t it?” Robin asked. A sad smile tugged on your lips.

“That was cheesy, but she’s right,” Nancy said. “It matters because it happened.”

-

“I hate this. I hate that you’re going in,” Steve said as he loosened the straps on a gas mask. You brushed the stray hairs off your forehead and straightened your neck, covering his hands with yours on the mask.

“We don’t really have a choice,” you said, “But I’ll be fine. Nancy will shoot the shit out of anything that tries to follow us in, and Jonathan and Robin will keep her safe. And you’ll shoot the shit out of anything we find in there, and keep me safe.”

“I still don’t like it.”

“It’s recon,” you said, as if that made it better. As if your own stomach wasn’t a torrent of crashing waves and twisting knots.

Nancy, Robin, and Jonathan, armed to the teeth with two shotguns, a machete, and a pistol, would stand guard on the outside. All you and Steve had to do was get it, find the heart, and get out. No big heroic acts that would likely end in bloodshed. After all, they’d promised Joyce. And as scary as the Demogorgon was, an angry mama bear was worse.

You took the mask from him and pulled it over your head, breathing in the stale - but non-toxic - air.

“Sooner we get this over with, sooner we can go home,” you said. And by home, you were surprised to realize you meant Steve’s house. 

Steve pulled his own gas mask over his face and picked up the nailed-bat - his weapon of choice, along with a pistol in his pocket. You’d taken one of the machete’s Jonathan had picked out and tucked it into a sheath. With all the gear - gas masks, thick layers, weapons - you felt like you were marching into battle.

The gate hadn’t changed or closed since you’d last seen it, thankfully. You approached the tree, stopping a foot away and turning to face the others. Steve adjusted his mask and gripped his bat as Nancy flicked the safety off her gun, and Robin and Jonathan started scanning the trees.

“Ready?” You asked, voice muffled by the mask.

“Nope,” Steve said, with a wink. You grinned, though he couldn’t see it, and turned, unsheathing your blade and kneeling in front of the tree. The filmy surface rippled as if it could sense you.

“Stay close, alright?” Steve said, coming up behind you. You nodded, gripped the machete, and stepped through the hole.

It took longer than one would have expected to push through, like shoving through sticky taffy rather than a waterfall. You emerged on the other side, an almost identical setting save for the darkness and goop. The same trees, the same path they’d followed to find it.

“Center of town?” Steve asked, making you jump. You hadn’t heard him push him through, but were immediately grateful for his presence. The next time you came in, you’d be splitting off on your own with no way to know if he was okay. But for now, Steve was there, and you felt some modicum of safety.

“Between your old mall and my…I think it’s an apartment complex,” you said, trying to recall the maps.

A growl reverberated through the darkness and sent ice down your spine. You met Steve’s gaze - a little hazy through the masks - and he lifted his bat. He nodded, urging you forward, and you took a deep breath before setting off.

It was a patchwork quilt of a town, a mix of buildings you recognized from your time, older ones from Steve’s, and a few that neither of you could identify. As much as the Upside Down is an alternate dimension, it was a living thing, and had mutated and formed on some of its own terms.

You made your way out of the woods and onto what appeared to be the main road. The toxicity in the air was tangible, ash and radiated flakes falling constantly. You reached up to double-check your mask was secure, picturing tendrils of poisoned air slipping through the cracks.

The growl came again, closer this time, and you and Steve wordlessly started jogging. It wasn’t easy with the extra weight of the weapons and thick clothing, but it sure beats being sliced to ribbons again by a monster.

A stitch formed in your side as you ran, turning down streets and moving through alleys, but you ignored it. You remembered the slicing and burning sensation from the Demogorgon's claws all too well and had no interest in repeating it.

Steve was silent and focused, as if he’d flipped a switch allowing him to see only the danger you were both waiting for.

Though it likely wasn’t more than fifteen minutes, it felt like an eternity of wading through mucky, sticky streets before you found it. It didn’t look like a heart, like the thing controlling and protecting this wasteland that had been wrecking the lives of people in Hawkins for the past two years. It looked like a bubble. A big bulge in the ground, barely bigger than one of those individual trampolines for toddlers. 

“Jesus. Is that it?” Steve asked.

“Think so.”

“Right where we thought, too.”

“I guess our map making skills aren’t so bad.”

“It’s so...small,” Steve said. 

“I know. I was expecting armed guards or something. Not this.”

“I thought it would be more…impressive.”

“Don’t tell the Demogorgon. He’ll get offended.”

With the reminder of the beasts haunting this dimension, you both stilled and surveyed the surroundings.

“Let’s get the hell out of here,” Steve said. You nodded in agreement, mentally noting the heart/bubble/toddler trampoline’s location.

You almost made it back uninterrupted. But just as you turned up the path leading to the gate, another growl sounded through the trees, so close it shook them. Your mind jumped back to the last time you’d heard it so close, the fiery pain that had followed.

“Go!” Steve called. You picked up the speed, only stopping when you reached the familiar hole in the tree. Steve slammed into you in his hurry to get away, and you hit the sticky ground. The ground shook as the monster got closer, and you scrambled for your machete, only to see it a few feet away.

But Steve still had his pistol. Reaching over him, you yanked the gun from his pocket, lifting it and flicking the safety off just as the Demogorgon reached you. 15 rounds. 15 shots for cover to get Steve - and you, though he was your priority - back home.

“Go, now!” You yelled, dragging him to his feet and shoving him as you lifted the gun and shot at the creature’s mouth. He didn’t get the chance to argue, his momentum sending him tumbling backward. He disappeared through the hole and relief surged through you.

Claws swung at your face, catching your jaw before you were able to jump back and fire again. You did nothing but fire and fire and fire as you backed up, pulling the trigger even as you tumbled back through the hole.

You landed on the grass beside Steve, who was already scrambling to his feet and yelling at the others to run. The moment you were on your feet you took off with the others, not stopping until you’d all reached the road uninterrupted.

-

You scrubbed your skin raw in the shower back at Steve’s house, letting the hot water burn through the remnants of the Upside Down. After twenty-five minutes under the heat, you still felt the cold crawling up and down your spine. Unshakeable.

The cuts on your side had healed enough not to warrant stitches and the skin around it had started lightening to scar coloring. Its constant sting had died off, and the wound only protested when you pushed yourself too far. Soon, it would be nothing but a scar and a story you couldn’t tell.

After dressing in pajamas you exited the bathroom to find Steve had returned from the other shower, tired and a little miserable looking.

The euphoric bubble you’d spent the last few days in had inevitably popped. How could it not? You’d found the heart. That weekend, when Joyce returned with Will and El the group would be gearing up for real and going in. And when they all came out their gate, you’d part ways and go through your own.

“You hungry? I can cook us something,” Steve said, padding into the bedroom and shutting the door behind him. His long-sleeved shirt dwarfed him, likely taken from his parent's room after his shower, and he looked like a little boy standing in front of the door.

“I just want to go to bed,” you said, which wasn’t true, but it was close enough. There were a lot of things you wanted, but it was time to accept you might never get them. Or, at least, never get to keep them.

Steve nodded, relieved at your words, and crossed the room, climbing into bed and flopping onto his back, tossing an arm over his face. You flicked the lamp off and joined him. But while you’d curled right into his arms every other night this week, tonight, you didn’t know if you could - or should - push past the invisible line.

Luckily - or not, depending on how you looked at it - Steve made the decision for you, rolling and wrapping his arms around you as soon as the dark settled over the room. He pulled you against him and you tucked your chin into his chest, breathing him in, trying to commit everything to memory.

In a few days, memory would be all you had. A picture in your mind that would fade over time and a ghost you already doubted you could shake.

It wasn’t like you were dying, or he was. There would be no tragic parting with the knowledge you’d never see him again.

You would see him. You’d see all of them. But they would have a lifetime on you, 35 years of growing up and learning and changing that you had to wait on. How badly you wished you could do it together.

But the world wasn’t fair. Not to you, or Hawkins, or to anyone in this town. Pretending different would only make it hurt worse than it already did.

Tears welled in your eyes and you squeezed them shut in an attempt to force them back, praying Steve didn’t feel the moisture through the fabric. Your hands slid up his chest and you clutched the fabric of his shirt in your fists, trying not to shake as sadness settled heavily on your lungs.

Steve stilled, hands moving to your shoulders to nudge you back gently, allowing him to see you. “Hey,” he murmured, “What is it?”

“I don’t want to go,” you said, voice small and scared like a child’s, choking the words out. Steve’s lips pulled thin,

“Oh, angel,” he said softly. A sob burst through your lips unintentionally, tears following. He pulled you back against him, ducking his chin to press his lips to your temple.

“You know I’d let you stay,” he said. You tilted your head back to meet his gaze, his own eyes red and watery.

“It’s not supposed to be like this. It’s not fair,” you said. You should have learned by now that didn’t matter. Sometimes, all you have is all you ever will, even if you hate it. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for coming into you and everyone else’s lives and fucking it up again.”

“Hey. You didn’t fuck anything up,” Steve said, brows furrowing, “you’re actually, like, the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

The words only made you want to cry more. He kissed your forehead, again, then your nose, and finally your mouth. 

“Look, we don’t have a lot of time left. But we do still have time. It’s not over until the fat lady sings,” he said. You snorted, the laughter coming out of nowhere. You drew his face down to yours, pressing your lips to his for a long second.

“It’s not over yet,” he said.

“No,” you said, “It’s not over yet.”

[blodaue]

how does he feel about the other season gods?

ask me questions because i’m pathetic (accepting)

oof. oof.

okay so i need to explain a little bit about…the other deities and also how the world works for these guys. so essentially, in gerwyn’s world, gods, goddesses, mythological creatures and beings from fables, nursery rhymes and urban legends all exist. it’s a little similar to how the characters in joyce’s ‘guardians of childhood’ works; that the existence of these figures operates on belief. but it isn’t a temporary thing. once the god or mythos is “believed in” they are there to stay. there is not really a greater power for those who are believed in more or less, that’s something they just have to work out. 

so naturally, there are multiple gods of spring, multiple goddesses of love etc etc. they take “regions” quite literally, unless its a more widespread faith then it works kind of more…mechanically, involving “shift-like” work. clock in clock out. there’s an order to it, assigned by the lot of them together. it’s like united nations but everyone’s wearing togas and is a divine creation. it’s a mess as you can imagine, as they can never get along ever. 

anyway, gerwyn’s from brythonic, specifically WELSH, mythology, a branch of mythology than even in terms of european fame isn’t really..that popular. certainly not as popular as gaelic mythos is right now ( im looking at you fate/ it’s time to put some welsh mythos in there that isnt just kotr related okay ). so this is my adaptation of welsh mythology, based on what does exist and also my own wants in fiction and especially in villains. 

okay so now that’s answered; the seasons. 

so we dont get them confused, i’ll refer to them by the season so the list is as followed for the welsh seasonal deities, who only “control” seasons in wales and sometimes other parts of the united kingdom:

gerwyn = spring

bleddyn = winter

rhiannon = autumn/fall 

gwawr = summer

as i mentioned before, the gods rarely get along. the same can be said for the welsh deities. they are not related so they don’t even have a reason to get along, and of course, there were times they were reasonably alright with one another, but immortals such as these can hold onto grudges for too long, as evidenced by spring’s entire being. 

SPRING & WINTER

oh they have a long history of hating each other. winter is crueller than spring in some respects; often being deliberately colder just to ensure people suffer a bit longer. due to ~global warming~ the winters have lasted much longer than usual, meaning even in march (which is when spring is due to start) it is still incredibly cold. they absolutely did fuck. a few times. there’s not a lot of options and winter is just constantly teasing spring for this fact. winter is just a huge bully. he’s arrogant, overly confident, never shuts up and generally is just everything spring hates in a god. 

SPRING & SUMMER

their relationship is probably the best one spring has. summer is soft-spoken, deliberately so. she hides her true identity as a hideous water spirit ( this is my take on gwragedd annwn, where she was born as a result of a water spirit mating with a human thus she didn’t turn out too beautiful looking ) by masquerading as a “human” looking creature. as the deity of summer, she is the only one who isn’t technically classed as a goddess, despite her mother being a goddess and her blood being very much divine, but that’s due to… cruel family life. anyway she is patient with spring, very quiet so he can speak when he likes. she’s kind but in a… “i have to be kind or if i get too mad i could just drag you into the ocean” kind of way. she minds her temper pretty well around spring. meanwhile spring tolerates summer because she’s very… not invasive. 

SPRING & AUTUMN

they…do not get along either. autumn is incredibly outspoken and whilst she isn’t a bully like winter, she does enjoy making fun of how uptight spring can be. she thinks his fascination with dying is the only cool thing about him, pretty much hating everything else about him. as for him, he finds her clothing stupid and her presence generally very bothersome. he’s glad they hardly every see one another, especially since her type of magic is typically incredibly “witchy” and involves nature a bit too much for his taste. 

OTHER SEASON GODS

he hates them. case closed. dfghjksd NO BUT FOR REAL. he doesn’t like them because he hates any kind of reminder of who he is. gods are a constant reminder of the fact he is immortal. 

[amoristt]

Grazing the Fire | Nathan x Reader

disclaimer: i know nathan is not a good person. i am not putting a blanket over his actions in this fic. i, the writer, understand he’s not an innocent character and has made many terrible choices. im just answering people’s requests, please dont put me under the fire for it.

thank you.

Anonymous asked: please can you write about the reader meeting nathan for the first time? maybe they can become friends?

woohoo my first fic! im so excited to post this despite knowing it probably wont get much attention... either way to the people who DO read this i hope you enjoy the read! reblogs and replys are more than welcomed (it would make my entire life, god bless).

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The first time you saw him was in the dead of night, sitting on top of a picnic table with his head in his hands, a rather expensive looking camera residing next to him. He wasn’t moving much but you could tell he was stressed; shoulders hunched and his fingers occasionally pulling at his brown hair. The street lamp above him illuminated his figure and if you hadn’t already heard the rumors of the infamous Nathan Prescott you would’ve had some mind to reach out. Though this was the first time you’d actually seen him you knew it was the asshole rich kid your friends had gossiped about. You being new to Arcadia Bay seemed to grace you with not knowing him or his family, and maybe it also offered a second opinion as well. You hadn’t talked to him, seen what he’s ‘capable of’, so seeing him looking like he was seconds away from a breakdown made you wonder if he was truly the evil bastard everyone painted him out to be.

While you wanted to talk to him the fear of being yelled at was too much. Instead to sat where you always were in cool nights- at the edge of some hefty rocks and hoping Principle Wells wouldn't find you outside your dorm. It wasn’t smart to be out after hours, especially so close by, but usually you didn’t care. You valued your alone time.

Nathan left barely 20 minutes after you saw him and to your dismay he noticed you too. You couldn’t see his eyes from how far away you were but you could feel them- that cold stare. He probably thought you were watching him. Still, he seemed to spare you an argument, and disappeared into the night.

The second time you saw him you began to understand why Nathan Prescott certainly was a force to be reckoned with. While waiting in the parking lot for one of your friends you happened to see him storm out of the front door of Blackwell Academy, fire in his eyes that managed to clear a path of all the other students trying to leave. He raced straight past you and instead confronted a brunette girl you hadn’t met before. Whatever sorrow he was experiencing the previous night was replaced with venom and hate, and thought you couldn’t hear the words he was saying judging by the girl's face they weren’t too friendly.

Growing uneasy at the scene starting to play out before you, you pushed off the front of your car and shifted your weight, wondering if you should intervene. However that thought was sent out the window when a boy you also hadn’t met before tried to lay his hands on Nathan, therefore only earning a headbutt that sent him straight to the ground. You gasped, watching his body thud and his hands move to cradle the wound. The girl, to her friends defense, roughly pressed at Nathan's shoulder and he immediately retaliated by placing his hands on her throat, forcibly backing her up a few feet as his voice grew in volume. A few of the other students in the parking lot took note of the commotion but they all seemed to be in your position- both too scared and shocked to do anything.

Luckily none of you had to do anything. A truck barreled past all the parked cars and narrowly stopped just in time to avoid running the two students over, and in an instant the girl managed to free herself from Nathan’s grip and thanks to the heroic sacrifice of her friend who’d gotten back up taking a few more blows from him the girl was able to climb into the truck before it sped away, leaving behind a fuming and shouting Prescott.

Someone seemed to find it in themselves to take some sort of action, another student you had never met before running over to the two boys and kneeling beside the nerdy looking one on the ground. You could see the patches of red on his face but not the actual wounds. Nathan stared down at him like a predator but decided against attacking again, turning on his heel and stomping away while muttering things to himself. He passed by you again on his way back inside the building he saw you through the corners of his eyes and this time you were close enough to see everything first hand. His eyes narrowed at you before recognition took over, and he scoffed, mumbled something along the lines of ‘fuck off’ and then made his way back inside.

Your friend came out not minutes later, looking behind her as she made her way to you.

“Holy shit,” She said. “Did you see Nathan back there? He looked like he was going to kill someone!”

You just nodded, still staring at the doorway like he was going to come back out of it. Perhaps those rumors were more than true. He did seem to be rather violent and that was only a few minutes worth of a fight- you couldn’t imagine what it be like to be one of his enemies.

Hopping into your car with your friend right beside you, you made a mental note. Stay out of Nathan Prescott's way.

It seemed as though life did not agree with your new plan.

Since you had only been in Arcadia Bay for little over two weeks now there were still many places you still hadn't visited yet, and one of them was the frequently suggested diner ‘Two Whales’. From what you could see standing outside the building it was a cute restaurant, the logo of the two whales making you smile to yourself. Inside was how you expected it to be- small but not empty with a nice layout. Cozy. You chose a window booth and nested against the edge, staring out the window and taking in the aesthetic of a small but lively town.

“Can I start with you anything to drink?” A voice asked, pulling you from your thoughts. The waitress, a blond, stood at the end of your table with a note pad and warm smile.

“Just a water for now, please.” You answered. She nodded and didn’t bother writing anything down.

“No problem sweetheart.”

You turned back to the window when the waitress left you be, and low and fucking behold, the one person you’d been avoiding for days now appeared from the edge of your vision and, upon somehow seeing you from across the street through the window looking at him, B lined it for the diner.

Something about him staring directly at you before making his way over had your stomach rolling in it’s spot, your nerves starting to light up. He shoved the diner’s doors open up and you kept your head down, hand resting on your forehead to avoid eye contact. Unfortunately it didn’t work as Nathan slid right into your booth, staring you down from across the table. You looked up at him from your brows and cringed at his obvious anger.

“Alright,” He hissed, resting his hands on the table and leaning in. “I don’t know who the fuck you are but stop fucking following me or you’ll regret it, got it?”

You frowned and met his heated gaze. “What?”

“‘What’?’ He mocked. “Don’t fucking ‘what’ me, bitch. I’ve got eyes all over this shithole of a town and apparently you do too. Mind your fucking business, capische?”

“I’m not following you!” Leaning forward as well you stared at him in disbelief. He leaned back and shook his head, laughing. You took in the few heads turning in your direction and softened your tone. “I’m not following you.”

“Yeah right. I’ve seen you how many fucking times this week, all the time staring at me, watching me like I’m some sort of freak show?”

“We go to the same school, asshole.” At the sharpness of your tone he narrowed his eyes again.

“Really? So what were you doing out in the middle of the night last week?”

“None of your business, that’s what.”

“Hate to say it but bitchy little stalkers are my business.” He turned his head as the waitress came with your water, setting it down and looking at you with a confused expression.

“Everything okay here, sweetheart?” She asked you. You licked at your lips and debated telling her that you were being harassed, but you didn’t even get a chance to answer.

“We’re fine, Joyce.” He said with a fake smile and sarcastic tone. She shifted her weight and stared at him for a moment, then you, then him, almost as though she was torn. Eventually she did give into him though, nodding before letting a sigh escape her lips.

“Alrighty then.” She turned to you. “Let me know when you’re ready to order.”

You nodded and looked back down at your lap, and when she left Nathan once again found his intimidating pose in leaning forward. Despite the both of you sitting you felt so much smaller than him.

“You have no fucking clue what you’re dealing with,” He growled in a hushed tone. “Stay out of my way or else.”

“Why are you so angry all the time?” You suddenly asked, and it caught him off guard. You looked up at him. “I’ve seen you twice in the two weeks I’ve been here for. In what fucking world does that count as ‘stalking’ you?”

He scoffed and balled his fists. For the first time it felt like you got him as no response came out, just a pissed off glare. Finally he spoke up again, standing up and scowling down at you.

“Just stay away from me.”

With that the wildfire of a human being stepped away from your table, not looking back as he pushed the doors open and exited with diner. The few people who watched him go turned to look back at you and for a moment your face heated at probably looking like an ass. When the waitress did return, oddly kind with you, you randomly chose the first thing you saw on the menu.

You did not enjoy your meal.

Despite having been sincerely warned to stay out of Nathan Prescott’s ‘fucking way’ the angel guiding your life seemed to not care whatsoever about your well being. After talking with him face to face that first time you tried your hardest to not see him, not talk to him, not cross paths, but it felt like you were just seeing him more and more. You locked eyes in hallways, bumped shoulders walking in and out of classrooms, and at one point he almost hit you with his car while you were walking through the parking lot. Even outside school it was as though you couldn’t be anywhere without seeing his car, seeing him walking, or even entering the same place as him. Thankfully he didn’t feel the need to threaten you again, however. In return you hauled ass the moment he arrived or changed direction upon seeing him.

As much as he scared you it was almost comical how ironic it was given he’d warned you to stay away from him and as fate would have it you only ran into each other more often. He seemed equally pissed each time but hadn’t yelled at you save for a few ‘watch where you're fucking going’s here and there.

You were waiting for your friend after class once again, leaning against the front of your car while idly messing around on your phone. Most of the students had cleared out now, the parking lot fairly empty except for the teachers who hung around after class and those who had in school assignments to be spending their time on. Your friend was one of those people unfortunately, and you were her ride, so you were stuck in waiting for her to be done with whatever it was her teacher was making her do for just some measly extra points.

However you grew bored and groaned, eyes scanning over the door in hopes she would just magically walk out and you could go home for the day. You shoved your phone in your pocket and pushed off your car, kicking at some rocks beneath your feet and wondering where you should walk off too to waste time. In the distance you could see those rocks you had been sitting at nights ago and they looked as welcoming as they had the first time, so you pulled your phone out, shot your friend a quick text, and made your way over to them. You’d still be doing almost nothing but at least this way you had a nice view.

As you walked across the parking lot and stepped into the grass you could hear a commotion nearby. Fear struck at your heart at the thought of there being yet another fight on campus grounds. When you pinpointed the area you’re curiosity got the better of you and you came closer, barely brushing by one of the few parked cars. Not far away you could see two people- one of them you recognized to be Nathan, and the other looked like some sort of security guard. They were arguing, and for once you were actually witnessing Nathan being the one who get’s his ass chewed out. He seemed to be arguing back, however, hands balled into fists and shoulders tense. You didn’t dare get closer in fear that you’d get roped into the argument but as your luck would have it the security guard looked up from the teen and right at you. He pointed a finger.

“You,” He hollered. “New kid! Get over here!”

Nathan turned at the man’s words, looking to see who he was referring to. When he found it was you for a moment his eyes widened and then they rolled, his expression utterly annoyed. “She’s got nothing to do with this.” You heard him say as you slinked closer.

“Oh yeah, I’m sure.” The man said sarcastically. Cursing at yourself for being so nosy you slowly made your way to the pair, heart thudding in fear that you’d get in trouble for something you never did. It seemed like that was a growing pattern as of late.

When you stood beside Nathan you looked at him through the corners of your eyes and he huffed.

“There’s no point in lying. I know you two are involved somehow.” The security started bluntly. Both you and Nathan gaped at him. “Now, you two have been trying to keep it down but you can’t fool me none. Where one of you is, the other is always around. I’m not sure what it is you two are planning just yet but know I will find out.”

“Me and Nathan?” You said in disbelief. “We barely know each other!”

“Don’t you give me that missy. I see everything, and it’s only a matter of time before I know everything too.”

“You’ve got it so fucking wrong,” Nathan grumbled, rubbing his hands over his face in irritation. “You all think you’re some fucking detectives but you don’t know anything.”

“Then enlighten me, Prescott.” The guard challenged, overlooking his crude language.

Nathan sneered at him. “How about instead I’ll have my dad fucking fire you.”

Mentally you were rolling your eyes at the ‘my daddy will get you’ card but on the outside you were staring at the ground, not wanting to get in between their very obviously person argument. Some part of you was wondering how this came to be, how the choices in your life led you to be mistaken for not only Nathan’s friend, but his accomplice in whatever the hell he was doing. You wished you could disappear.

“We’re not friends.” You dared to mumble, half of you wanting to be assertive and the other half wanting to stay silent and get this over with already.

“Really?” He asked skeptically, obviously not believing your statement. “Then explain why you’re always together.”

“We aren’t, you ass.” Nathan grumbled.

“Well I didn’t ask you now, did I?”

You swallowed, trying to think of a way out of this. An idea popped into your head and you prayed that it would suffice enough to get not only you but also Nathan out of this situation. He was a jerk and you hoped to never see him again but you could also tell this guard made him just as uneasy as you.

“We’re partners for a project. We can’t go to one another’s houses so instead we’ve been trading information back and forth between classes.”

The guard narrowed his eyes, biting at the inside of his cheek. “How come you don’t go to each others houses. Ain’t that whats projects are for?”

“Like I said,” you began, looking at Nathan then turning your gaze back to the guard. “We aren’t friends.”

The guard took a few moments to bounce the thought in his head. For a moment you were terrified he would catch you in your lie since you didn’t have classes together and he obviously knew where you were at most times, but it seemed being new to the school was a benefit. He hadn’t yet figured out all your classes.

“This true?” He asked, turning his attention to an oddly silent Nathan.

Nathan offered a glance before nodding. “Sure is.”

For a few moments the guard didn’t say anything or leave, looking at the two of you back and forth. Finally he huffed in what sounded like some sort of defeat, straightening his back. “Very well then. You two are free to go for now. I’ve got my eye on you.”

The thought of being watched by the school's head of security was something you did not want to be always thinking about but you took the leave, quietly thanking him and turning on your heel to get the hell out of there. You heard feet following behind you, then a hand grasping at your shoulder.

You stopped, turned, and groaned to see Nathan. “Look just leave me alone, man. I didn’t want to get involved I swear.”

“That was a good lie,” He said to your surprise. “Sucks to know he’s gonna figure out you’re full of shit, though.”

You scoffed and shook your head. “You too, asshole. Leave me alone.”

“No, no, no,” He raced to get in front of you, stopping you from trying to walk away from him. “Madison doesn’t fucking stop, and when he figures out you lied to him,” he faked an exaggerated laugh. “You’re in for some shit now.”

“What, are you warning me?” You asked, glaring at him and trying to pass. He stepped in front of you again.

“I’m just telling you the next time you think I need your help at least think of a lie that’s got some fucking substance.”

You stared at him. “Are you serious? You think I did that because you needed my help? I did it because that guy scares me and I wanted to get away. I couldn’t care less if you did or didn’t get in trouble.”

Nathan shoved his hands into his pockets, that same silently dangerous expression coming back. He took a few steps towards you, staring you down while you took a few hesitant steps back. Just like back in the diner you felt tiny both on mind and stature compared to him, even if he was built like a twig. For a moment you were scared he was going to hit you but the movement never came.

“Don’t expect the favor to be returned.” He said sharply. “And watch your back.”

He turned his back on you before you could even think of a reply.

Like before a few days passed, each day feeling longer than the last. The length of your classes were awful and in between them when you should have been conversing with friends you were instead watching over your shoulder, heart dropping when you’d occasionally see Madison watching the crowds of teens from the corner of the hallways. The upside, however, was that you were seeing less of Nathan. According to your friend he had been skipping classes of late, getting into some real ‘deep’ trouble. You didn’t tell your friends about your run in’s with Nathan since you knew their stance on him. He was a rich kid asshole, he was a villain, an irredeemable dickhead. The rumors were true, he was all those things. But at the same time he was also… More. You couldn’t place it. He’d been nothing but bad to you but all those time he’d looked into your eyes, mustering up the darkest expression you’d ever seen, you’d also seen something among the hate.

Hurt.

You didn’t let that change your opinion of him, however. You’d be happy to not have to see him ever again. Just… some stupid part of you wished you could get to know him a bit more, maybe even get on his good side if he had one. But those thoughts were quickly brushed away when you remembered how so far every single run in you’d had with him was nothing but bad.

Sitting on the rocks, that picnic table he had sat at only a few yards away, you sighed. Scribbles, song lyrics, and random phrases littered the pages of the notebook you held, partially hard to see thanks to the setting sun. From the school yard you could hear a few students talking, a few others shouting and laughing. Friday was always a day all the students enjoyed and stomached willingly staying after class to discuss weekend plans. You, however, just wanted to get some peace and quiet. Sure you loved your friends and most of your classmates but you needed some alone time to think about academics and ‘other’ things. Most of the thoughts you had were settled down to pen and paper, the other half just buried. Good times.

“Isn’t that the new girl?”

Though you hadn’t been listening in on the conversations before this particular line, spoken from a male, caught your attention. Another male, who you assumed was his friend, laughed in amusement.

“I think it is.”

Muscles tensing you prayed they wouldn’t talk to you but you could hear them getting closer, small snickers and audible shoves getting louder. Eventually two hefty shadows came to rise behind you.

“What’cha drawing?” One sang, and in response you leaned forward a bit and quickly tried to fold your notebook shut. Before you could, however, a hand snatched it away from you. Immediately you shifted to turn around atop your rock, standing up and staring up at the person in front of you. Him and his friend were football players, wearing their varsity jackets and ugly grins. “Come on,” he sang, grabbing one end of the cover so the rest fell open. You reached for it and he lifted his hands, his height not allowing you take it back. “Ah, ah, ah, share with the class!”

“Give it back.” You demanded, frowning. You never considered yourself entirely weak but fighting two large football players was definitely out of the question. Strength alone was not going to get you your stuff back.

“Why?” His friend laughed, taking a turn in flipping through the pages. “You hiding some pervy drawings in there?” His friend laughed and made a ‘scandalized’ expression.

Face heating, you crossed your arms.

“You totally are!” He said at your reaction. You leapt forward and tried to catch him off guard but failed.

“No, I’m not!” You yelled as you regained your footing. “I just don’t appreciate giant dicks looking through my stuff!”

The first male, a blond, made a cat’s meow. “Giant dicks, huh?”

You crossed your arms again, not answering.

“I’m sure you’d love some giant dick,” his friend taunted. He shook your notebook and stared at it, then you. “How about we make a deal?”

The blond, at his friend's words, whistled and laughed. You, however, were not nearly as happy as he was. Both in shame and also anger you were blushing furiously, hands shaking. You suddenly wished you hadn’t told your friends you needed some alone time. The males suggestion made your stomach churn.

“What if I say no?” You managed out through your tensed jaw. He tossed some ideas around in his mind, head moving from shoulder to shoulder. He suddenly grinned widely then pulled a lighter out from his pocket. You gasped and almost jumped at the thought of him burning it. He saw the fear in your eyes and snickered.

“So,” he hummed. “What’s it gonna be?”

“How about you leave her the fuck alone?” A voice suddenly piped. All three of you were shocked by the interruption and the pair of boys turned, you looking past them. Your throat went dry at the sight.

“Nathan?” The blond gasped, thrilled at the sight of him standing with his hands shoved into his pockets.

“My man!” The blonds friend shouted, turning his back to the Prescott and then taking a few steps back in order to loosely hang an arm around his shoulder. “You got here just in time! The fun was just about to start!”

However Nathan did not seem to be nearly as amused and gleeful as the two players were. He shoved the boy off of him with what almost seemed like disgust, leaving the other staring at him in confusion. He slowly made his way around the player, seeming to separate you from them.

“Back off,” He growled, turning so his back faced you. “And I said leave her alone.”

The two boys traded glances and the blond forced a laugh.

“Seriously?” He asked with a rose brow. “You’re defending some no name?”

“Did I fucking stutter?” Nathan retaliated, and you could tell he had his eyes narrowed in that same threatening way.

Once again the pair glanced at each other before the one holding your notebook seemed to give in, obviously knowing something you didn’t about Nathan. He tossed your notebook on the ground roughly and then put his hands up as they both backed away, turned, and left while mumbling things under their breath.

With your notebook at his feet, Nathan kicked it in front of you. “Grow a backbone.” He grumbled while you bent down to pick it up and brush the dirt from the covers. You huddled it to you chest.

“They’re both almost a foot taller than me! ‘Grow a backbone’, they’d kill me!”

“They’re all talk. Everyone here is, you should keep your fucking eyes open.”

You frowned and stared down at the ground, the tip of your foot kicking at some of the blades of grass. “Why did you step in?”

Somehow through your hushed tone he still heard you and leaned his head onto one shoulder. “Consider it your only thanks for ‘sargent madison’. He hasn’t bothered either one of us yet so it seems like you're awfully thought out lie worked.”

You licked at your lips and looked up at him, and sure enough he looked just as angry as always. However you did take note that for once this time the anger wasn't directed at you. Still, you decided to poke the bear.

“I thought you said to not expect the favor to be returned.”

He squinted at you and then scoffed. “How do you know I just don’t like bullying jocks?”

“Because if you were bullying them you wouldn’t have done it in my defense.”

“Don’t say shit like you know what I’m doing.”

“Alright then, what were you doing?”

His hands tightened in his pockets and you felt that same wave of danger again. “You are such a bitch, you know that?” He hissed. “I fucking save your pathetic ass from a couple of nobodies and instead of thanking me you analyse me.  Newsflash, ___, I don’t need you to be trying to fucking figure me out.”

You stared at him for a few moments, his words seeming to fly right over your head. The things he was saying were making no sense, and it suddenly struck you that perhaps he was venting in some way.

“I wasn’t analyzing you.” You stated, taking a moment to sit back down on the rocks.

“Why not?” He huffed. “Everyone else is!”

“Because I’m not your therapist.”

His pointed expression seemed to soften for just a moment and he looked away from you, sighing. “Good. I don’t need your help.”

Again, you had no idea what he was talking about, but it was very apparent something more was going on with him. You decided to not take him so personally.

“Then you won’t get it.” You flipped through your notebook to make sure everything was still intact. “You’re clearly capable of taking care of yourself.” You weren’t looking at him but you could tell he had his eyes on you again. In your thinking, however, something seemed to strike you. You looked up at him. “How did you know my name?”

At first he didn’t answer, instead just glaring down at you. Then he shrugged. “Madison.”

“No,” You shook your head. “Madison only called me ‘missy’. He never said my name.”

He grunted. “I’m not sure what the fuck you’re on but we sort of go to school together.”

“Yeah and we don’t share a single class. We’ve never even talked before aside from you threatening me in the diner.” For a moment it seemed like he forgot about that instance, and then when he remembered he ran a hand through his hair. “So tell me, how did you figure out my name. You don’t seem like the type to go around asking people.”

“None of your business, that’s how.” He grumbled.

“Hate to say it but angry stalkers sort of are my business.” You stood from the rock and slowly stalked towards him. At mocking his statement from the diner he eyed you with an odd expression, one you hadn’t ever seen before. For once he seemed like he was on the other end of the stick, shoulders tense in defense but no words leaving his lips. Even though he was taller than you he still seemed smaller than you’d ever seen him, like you’d caught him red handed. The question was what you caught him for in the first place.

“I told you before, I have eyes everywhere.” He finally answered, but it was weak.

“Nice cop out.” You said, then sighed, a twinkle of amusement in your eye. “You were asking around about me, weren’t you?”

He rolled his eyes and grunted again, taking a step back and shaking his head. “You are so full of it.”

“You are too.”

Nathan remained silent and you did too, the both of locked in a strange feeling moment.

He was the first to break it, however, turning his head away and wiping at his mouth impulsively. “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”

“You told me that already.”

“And I fucking meant it. Shit’s serious, got it?”

“What,” you started incredulously. “And you’re worried I’ll get hurt?”

“Jesus christ, ___,��� He huffed. “Is this some sick game to you?” He turned his back to you and then rolled his shoulders. You shifted your weight and looked back down at your now safe notebook. He’d been the one to stand up for you thankfully, and even though it sort of creeped you out to think he’d been watching you as of late, you still couldn’t help but feel just a tad special. Nathan Prescott had gone out of his way to save you from the big bad bullies.

“Whatever’s going on,” You dared to start, now feeling a bit bashful. “thank for you helping me.”

He turned back towards you and sighed, his edges once again starting to soften. He truly was a firecracker of a person, someone who could cycle between emotions like they were on and off switches.

“Yeah,” He huffed. “Whatever. Just don’t go telling stories to all your little hipster friends.”

“Sure thing. Last thing you’d want is for news to spread that Nathan Prescott’s going soft.”

“I am not going soft.” He growled suddenly, and just like before he was mad again. You felt like you were going to get whiplash.

“Alright then, I believe you.” You bit at your lip. “But I’m serious, y’know? Thanks for getting them off my back.”

“They aren’t off your back.” He retorted. You tilted your head and he sighed. “If anything you’re more of a target now than ever.”

Your heart felt like it was going to drop. “Damn it.”

“Could you at least fucking try to not piss your pants?” He teased, and it felt odd for him to say something like that in a non malicious way.

“Well what am I supposed to do? I can’t fight people, and it’s not like you’re going to be there to ‘save me’ again.”

Nathan narrowed his eyes and shifted his weight. “You’ll be fine.” He said. You looked up at him at his tone, which was for once, almost genuine. He still sounded annoyed, like your fear of being constantly harassed made no sense, but overall he seemed like he was actually talking to you like a person. “Just don’t be a smartass all the time.”

“I’m guessing you a get a free pass then?”

“Only to everything.” Despite the obvious brag he didn’t seem to proud of his status, and you wondered if you ever would get the story behind that. You wondered if you would ever even be his friend.

You took a moment to gaze around, seeing all the students still talking in the distance. The jocks were nowhere to be seen but your eyes did catch on something even worse.

“Madison,” You warned suddenly. Nathan knit his brows and you swallowed, eyes frantic. “Madison’s coming.”

He looked over his shoulder and groaned, rubbing his face. “Damn it.” He looked at you then turned, taking a few steps to the right. Madison was gaining momentum now, obviously having saw the interaction and not happy as all. Now it definitely looked like you two were involved in something.

“I’ll tell him I was being harassed when you came to talk and you helped, and then you left. Nothing suspicious.” You said, nudged your head to the side to wordlessly suggest he take off.

He licked his lips and then nodded. “Thanks, just don’t-”

“Expect the favor to be returned. Got it.”

He offered you a nod of thanks before jumping off his feet and hurrying to the side of the school. Madison’s head watched him go but he didn’t follow, going right for you.

You were nervous and trying to think of the right words to say, and it occurred to you that now you weren’t just protecting yourself. You were protecting Nathan too, and for some reason you had no problem with it. Despite not ‘expecting the favor’ to be returned, you know it would in some way. You just hoped it would be in the form of nicer treatment.

Nathan disappeared behind the building and you felt at ease that he was out of the line of fire. Madison was feet away, and even though you knew you’d probably get yelled at, you felt better knowing Nathan had made his getaway.

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Long Ass Post Regarding The Bastille Fandom and how it's really Not As Great as it's made out to be

okay

so ive seen a Lot of posts lately praising the bastille fandom for being so “nice and sweet and chill and tolerant” etc etc. and they bother me a lot.

I have nothing against the people making these posts. they’re happy with the corner of the group that they associate with, and that’s fine.

what I do have a problem with is the posts themselves.

they make out like this fandom is so nice and peachy and perfect when if you look even a tiny little bit further away from your own friend group within it, if you scrape a tiny bit under the surface, it’s obvious this is certainly not the case, and nobody acknowledges this. no fandom is perfect, especially not this one.

we have our fair share of sketchy disgusting shit going on. it may not be to the level of certain others but it is there and it’s bad, and the mentality of glossing over that completely is worrying me.

I have a few points I’m gonna go over, mostly relating to this fandoms treatment of Dan, and their treatment of each other.

•1 Treatment of Dan

this is probably mostly in reference to the twitter group of the fandom but it’s bad on tumblr too hoo boy.

to put it bluntly

y'all are fucking THIRSTY and it’s disgusting. because Dan doesn’t have a partner that we know of publicly everyone seems to take that as him being free range and make some pretty Ugly and Disgusting comments towards him- and even worse y'all do it on twitter too, on his tweets, which he can see? the way you talk about him really rubs me up the wrong way.

he’s a human being for god’s sake and i don’t wanna sound like your mum but ACT LIKE YOUD WANT TO BE TREATED YOURSELF.

he is not free for you to treat like you do- and a good mirror for my point of the fact he doesn’t have a partner we know of is: you don’t make those kinds of advances toward woody, do you? y'all know he’s married and you respect that, which is great. but you can’t show the same courtesy towards Dan? (and don’t try to say that woody isn’t as attractive as Dan that has nothing to do with this.).

Even worse is your harassment of anyone involved with Dan’s life like his friends especially his female friends - the AMOUNT OF TIMES i have SEEN speculation about one of his friends or a crew member or anything being his girlfriend- and then you go and harass the poor girls?? what the fuck??? it shouldn’t matter to you if he has a partner and if he does you DONT HARASS THEM LIKE THIS. i find it really hypocritical especially after the whole glory thing.

•1a Treatment of the boys on twitter

I’ve said something about this before but the twitter fandom is SO bad. I’m not very involved with it so i won’t make claims but they’re some of the worst i think mainly because due to the nature of twitter they have direct contact with the band. anyway, twitter fandom is awful, not going further bc y'all know

•2 Treatment of others within the fandom

oh boy! y'all are not all nice as someone who floated around Heaps before i settled within the space I had within the fandom when I was a somewhat active participant in it, I can tell you that a Good Percentage of you in the tumblr section of the fandom are demons. I’ve seen people bully and harass others, send anon hate, more and more and more and i think maybe it’s gotten worse since the second album? the main problem is I think you’re all too overprotective of the band as a whole.

•2a Treatment of the creative side of the fandom

this place is the WORST when it comes to art theft of various incarnations Holy SHIT you steal and repost other people’s edits, their art, their gifs, with no credit and that is Bad. You know it’s bad but do you stop? no. do you check sources? no. you follow and reblog from accounts that repost gifs and you dont give a shit- even when the original watermarks are Right There

And let’s get back into how y'all treat Greg shall we?

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it as many times as possible- STOP STEALING HIS PHOTOS. how have you not learned? why do i still see leaked photos going around? why do you not check the source before you reblog? why do i, to this day, see photos from the photobook online when you’ve been specifically told not to post them? it’s ugly and disgusting how you treat creators in this place, especially Greg.

• in conclusion

there’s more to this but this is long enough already. what bothers me the most is how nobody seems to see this? how you praise each other for being so Great and Cool? there’s some great circles of people in here, i agree, a lot of you are really great but there’s still the other side to it there. no fandom is purely nontoxic!! you know that!! it’s worse here than you think it is and that’s what i want you to take away if you got through this long ass terrible post.

sorry for being the one to crash your party but it’s the hard truth and I wish more people were aware of it because this ignorance worries me.

(thanks to joyce for talking with me and helping me think out this post a bit)

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[SPOILERS]

My running commentary of my second time watching Stranger Things 3 E1

- all these angry russians in their masks i-

- TENTACLE FROM YOSIDE SOWN

- WHYS EVERYTHING GOING CEASH CRASH CRAHS

- omg is that Alexei i didn’t notice him the first time round

- hopper isn’t dead they’re looking at dead people too buthopperdidnthavedeadpeoplegoo

- BITCH IS CHOKIJG THE RUSSIAN NOOOONOONO PUT HIM DOWN NO ALEXEI I DONT WANT YOU TO SEE THIS NOOOO OMG RUSSIAN IS DEAD

- DUNADUNADUSNDNNDNSNDNSNSN SUDNUSNSJNSHSNDHDNDUDNDUDNNDD DUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN DUNDUNDUNDUNDUDNDJDNDNDNDND

- NO NOT THE RADIO I DONT WANNA SEE MILEVEN HAHHDH NO THANKS

- they really suck ass at kissing

- omg mike you freak

- hop :( he’s watching tv by himself stupid el :(

- EL IS WEARING SARAHS BRACELET

- omg the mall OMG LUCAS AND WILL AND MAX ew i’m not ready for wills character to be completely and utterly butchered no

- WILLS AWKWARD RUN AND THE WAY HIS HAIR FLOPS AS HE DOES IT FLAKFKWKF

- omg the powers out wow this isn’t FISHY AT ALL

- ew rats eewwwww rabies and the WHAT ARE THOSE PARTICLES AGAIN ARE THEY METAL BC THE MAGNETS IS THAT WHAT THIS IS and i don’t get why the rats are so relevant is it bc of the plague

- UFUDHHFH WILLSGLANCE AT MIKE THE ONLY BYLER WCENE IN THIS GODDAMN SEASON HE LOOKED AT HIS LIPS AND SKDJSJFJSJFJD

- ‘i’m not gonna... fall in love’ will :(((((

- THE MAGNNENENETTTJDJSJSJS

- omg i’m only a third of the way in this is gonna be a long review

- nancy mightn’t need a jonathan byers pep talk rn but i certainly do so stfu

- DUSTINNNN HE GOES BY GOLD LEADER THATS SO CUTE

- omg yurtle is alive

- dustin’s bedroom is literally so ugly bye and how does his dumbass just forget one of his best friends actually has telekinesis like bro i-

- we really don’t need to be wasting screen time on fucking billy and karen it’s so irrelevant but like okay suffer brothers let’s make will byers a tertiary character and make karen more relevant than him HAHAHhahwhdhd

- what’s a lardass

- dacres acting >>>>

- why is hopper such a literal dumbass he’s a cop of course he knows what a heart to heart is and what boundaries are like honestly the writing for his character was so disgusting at some parts they should have glorified him or at least made him more redeeming to make viewers sadder about his death but literally okay

- these misogynistic freaks talking about girls breasts i hate them sofuckingmuch

- dustin’s slammer invention could be a super violent dildo

- WILL ISNT FUCJING SEXIST SO STOP MAKING HIM BE DUFFERS I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD

- steve is a literal train wreck i cant

- hop again :(

- joyce is my actual wife

- JOPPER HAND HOLD I SIDNT EVEN NOTICE LAST TIMR

- baby hop loves her i’m uwuing so hard

- nobody loves dusty:(

- wow will the mind flayer sensor woopdidoo

- where the fuck are all these rats coming from k

- they look like jelly

- OKAY SO I SHIT ON THE DUFFERS A LOT BUT THEIR TRANSITIONS ARE SO COOL

- imagine feeling sexual attraction lol can’t relate

- karen and billy are so disgusting and irrelevant i can’t

- LUCAS GLUGGING WATER THE FUCKING SOUND MAKE IT STOP HE SPAT IT BACK INNFNFNFN

- lucas is ripped i already knew this but for some reason i’m shocked

- why isn’t joyce scared nobody’s home

- answer the phone nancy YES QUEEN

- stop fucking kissing i swear to god

- i am strongly opposed to mileven as a concept it just freaks me out this entire interaction between them and hopper is so what

- mike isn’t this fucking cocky idrk what happened to his character but i’m not here for iT STOP WHISPERING THIS IS SO FORCED AND DISGUSTING why is this so fucking overexaggerated make it stOp

- dustin suzie isn’t coming to the fucking phone and lucas stop being FUCKING SEXIST

- wow it’s the russians

- time for billy’s character arc to go to SHITTTTT

- aw gosh darn it he crashed his car hAh

- THE BILLY AND BARB PARALLEL OF HIM BEING DRAGGED DOWN THE STAIRS IS GENIUS

okie i’m done now enjoy i guess