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comicglitterr0909 · 11 months

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Confused. Vanessa Shelly/Afton x Fem!Reader

Vanessa Shelly/Afton x reader who is really bad with emotions. Reader basically had not the best life, and wasn't allowed to show emotions growing up, and so when reader starts catching feelings for Vanessa, you don't know what it is so they are really confused and awkward around Vanessa, also Mike kinda just doesn't exist in this lmao :D

Even though the pizzeria might not have been my first choice, it's really not that bad. Or maybe I'm just trying to convince myself of that…oh well. I close my car door, careful not to do it too hard, the door would probably fall off. I really needed this job, I have maybe 100 dollars to my name. Sighing I use the key that Mr Raglan gave me, I try to unlock it one way, it doesn't unlock.

“Shit..” I mutter to myself, I turn the key a different way, flip it around, I try everything and it just isn't unlocking. I stand there for like 30 minutes fumbling with this stupid fucking key, and just my luck. A cop car pulls up, oh cool they can probably help me, wait oh shit, they are gonna think im trying to break in. I worriedly look at the cop car and wave, the windows are tinted and it's dark out so I can't see who's in there. Fuck fuck fuck fuck, I try to use the key again, glancing back at the female cop who just got out of her car. She looks nice… she can help, wait, all cops look nice, that's their tactic.

“Hey. What are you doing?” The officer says as I quickly turn around, I can feel my heart start beating faster, I'm usually fine around cops though, whatever it's just nerves. “Officer! Hi um I'm the security guard here, the key I was given isn’t working. I've been trying for like 30 minutes haha…” That was convincing and definitely not suspicious. Shit. She raises her eyebrow, looking me up and down, and glancing at the lock behind me. “You're really lucky that the owner said there was a new security guard, or I'd probably arrest you. Here let me try.” She says with a smile, I hand her the key without saying anything. Woah my stomach feels weird, am I sick or something?? It feels like my stomach has like… horses running around in it. Weird description but whatever…taking a step back I watch as she unlocks it on the first try.

That's awkward. “How did you do that?? I swear I... I tried for like 30 minutes…” She turns around and gives me back the key, looking me up and down again, god what happens to me? It feels like I'm going to throw up every time she does that. What is happening to me?? “It’s fine, keys can be difficult sometimes.” She smiles at me, fuck I feel like a fool all I can do is just stand there looking at her, I think im having a stroke. No wait, a heart attack, that more likely feels like my heart is eating itself. “Um, thank you Officer.” Why did I say that so weird, god she must think i'm drunk or something.

“Please, my names Vanessa, Vanessa Shelly.” She holds out her hand for me to shake, AND I STARE AT HER HAND FOR LIKE 3 SECONDS BEFORE AWKWARDLY SHAKING HER HAND OH MY GOD. I'm freaking out, is it hot? No, it's cold, why am I sweating?? “Right, uh, y/n, y/n y/ln. It's really nice to meet you.” It's really nice to meet you? Did I really have to put the really, whatever i can't go back in time. “You too, mind if I stick around for a bit?” YES, wait yes what the fuck is happening why do I feel this way? “Yeah no problem.” I say like a fool, I don't usually overthink things like this. Or do I? Have I just not noticed? Huh, whatever.

The night goes on, and my heart doesn't slow down, the odd feelings in my stomach continue as she talks to me, and asks me a couple questions. It feels like the night goes way too fast, and I find myself upset when it turns to 6am. Driving home all I can think about her, why? I think I just really want to be friends with her, probably, that's all it is. I get home and lay down on my bed staring at the ceiling, maybe this job won't be as bad as I thought it would be.

The next day Vanessa doesn’t show up, maybe she never will. I also find out how creepy the pizzeria is and even though my life is practically in danger, I just keep wishing that I’d get to see her again, but just as friends though. Just friends.

I pull into the parking lot of the pizzeria. Walking up in my goofy looking security vest, I sigh. Yesterday I was actually able to unlock the lock, after 10 minutes…but at least I got it. Ugh, time to try to unlock this for half of my shift. And just like I said, it's been 5 minutes and I still can’t get it. “Does it…go the other way or..” I mutter to myself, before I see headlights shining at me. SHES HERE. Oh god I feel like I shoulda put more effort into myself today, does my hair look okay. I zone out thinking about every possible thing that I could ever overthink, before finally getting snapped out of it by her. “Hey, need help with the lock again?” She says teasingly, grinning at me. Woah, my heart just went to the moon and back okay that's normal. “Uh yeah haha, still can’t seem to get it right.” She takes the key from me and just like before, unlocks it with ease, before handing the key back to me. “I'm gonna hang out again today, hope you don’t mind.” “Hah no, I don’t care, I enjoy the company.” Finally I said something without sounding like a 5 year old.

We both walk into the pizzeria, without saying anything, as we are walking her hand brushes against mine, there it is again, that fuzzy feeling that only happens with her. Maybe I should google my symptoms. “So how's your day been?” She asks me, with a smile. “Oh, pretty good, better now that you're here haha.” I pause, DID I JUST SAY THAT, holy shit oh god what? What was I thinking?? “That's funny, I was going to say the same thing.” She says with a wink, before continuing to walk down the hall. Everything in my head was screaming at me, I had to remember that walking is something that you do if you wanna follow someone. So I started walking again, maybe I should ask her? She's a cop, she might know what's wrong with me.

We go over to the showtime area. “Hey, have you seen them perform yet?” “They perform?” “Yeah watch.” Vanessa presses the showtime button, and the animatronics jump into a song. I watch them with intent, probably the first thing I've thought about that wasn't Vanessa in 3 days. We both walk over to a booth and sit down, just watching and listening to them do their thing. “So this is cool isn’t it?” She asks, looking at me, I look over at her. That feeling again, I swear I'm having a stroke. “Y/N?” Yup this is a stroke why can’t I answer her? “Y-yeah, right, um yeah this is super cool.” I say looking down at the table, smiling and looking back at her. “Are you okay?” Vanessa asks me, looking genuinely worried.

I gulp and look at her nervously. “Um, not really? I don't know.” “You don't know? What do you mean what's going on?’’ She stands up and squats down in front of me, looking up at me. She takes my hands and holds them. I swear my heart just stops at that point. “Hey, talk to me, what's going on?” “Do you um” I clear my throat. “Do you ever get this weird feeling? Lately my heart has been beating faster than normally, and I'm really nervous and anxious and my stomach feels like it's being twisted up.” She looks at me, with those doe eyes of hers, with genuine care and worry. “And the weirdest part of it all, is it only happens around…well…you.” And with that, the worry on her face disappears into a softer one. She laughs and looks back up at me with a smirk. “Y/N have you ever had a crush before?” “A crush? What's that have to do with this, I’ve never had one before but I’ve heard- oh” And it finally clicks, all those movies i’ve seen are like this, a crush, I have a crush on her. Oh shit. I just admitted to her that I have a crush on her. As she watches me come to realization, I feel my face heat up. “Don’t start stressing yourself out, y/n, I like you too.” She says grinning and looking at me sympathetically. I’m still processing all of it, so I don’t really say anything for 10 seconds. “That's good, I um I like you too…a lot.” “Yup, I realized that.” She teasingly smirks at me. “So are we dating now?” I ask genuinely as she laughs again, standing up. “Wow, you really haven’t ever done this before huh? It’s cute, and yeah, we are dating, cmon.” Vanessa holds her hand out for me to take, and finally, it feels right. No more confusion, it feels right, being with her. I’m finally happy. With her :)

#vanessa afton x reader #fnaf vanessa #vanessa shelly #vanessa afton #vanessa shelly x reader #vanessa afton fluff #fnaf #fnaf movie vanessa #elizabeth lail

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under-sedationnn · 9 months

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mike schmidt x pregnant fem!reader pt.2

summary: a continuation of a day in the life with mike schmidt in which the reader navigates the joys, and hardships, of pregnancy.

"so, what are we thinking, a classic baby blue or something more adventurous? like" a pause, squinting at the screen, "green."

With Abby gone for the day, Mike and I plopped ourselves in the living room for a debrief of the day ahead. I opted for the floor, Mike helping me lower myself to the carpet in front of the TV. I groan as my butt hits the floor less than gracefully, and lay flat on my back as we chat.

"What sounds best to you, y/n?" he starts, stifling a yawn. I feel myself frown slightly in response, feeling guilty about how tired he must be feeling. He catches on.

"Hey hey, baby, I'm okay," another yawn, "I just need another cup of coffee, I think."

"No, Mike, you need to sleep," I say, and turn to lay on my side with my head propped up on my hand. He leans back on the couch and huffs, pulling his hands down his face as he lets out a sigh.

I pick at the carpet with my fingers, and wait for him to respond.

"I know, I know I need to sleep but- damnit, I'm trying to make this work, y/n." Face still hidden, he sits in silence again until I move to sit up. With great difficulty, might I add.

"And you're doing a great job, Mikey, but I really think you could use the rest. We could use the rest, right now." He moves his hands from his face and pulls me in for a hug by my neck. I trace my nails up and down his back through his shirt, and he lets out a small sigh.

He nods his head against my shoulder, and in silence, we move to the bedroom. The bed is still unmade, and we slip back under the covers as if we have never left. Turning to face away from him, Mike buries his front into my back and we melt into one another, the warmth of his chest replacing the chill of vacant sheets.

He places his hand on my stomach, and I feel at home in his embrace. "Mike," I start, "you're gonna be a great dad."

He kisses the back of my neck. "Thank you, baby. You're gonna be a great mom, I know it."

With that, the sound of the TV in the living room drowns out to a lulling hum and the morning light of the window slowly but surely fades to black.

"We're in this together, y/n."

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When I wake up from my nap, I haven't moved from my original position, but Mike is gone. The absence of his warmth sends a chill through my body, and I sit up to find the nearest throw blanket.

Walking into the living room, I catch sight of Mike scrolling on my laptop at the table. His forehead is wrinkled in concentration, and when he looks up to find me standing in the doorway, he cracks a smile.

"Good morning," he says, "again."

I chuckle, and he turns his attention back to the screen, scrolling once again.

"Whatcha looking at?" I ask, moving to pour myself a glass of water. I open the dishwasher to find that it hadn't been run the night before, and curse myself silently. I give up for now, and walk back over to the couch. "Mike, please do remind me to run the dishes tonight. But seriously, what's got you all focused in? Looking for a new job listing?"

"I definitely should be, but the night shift pays the bills. Just look at this." He swivels the laptop toward me, and when I see different swatches of paint pulled up, I can't help but smile.

"Good thinking, Mike. Ooooh, I like this purple! It's like a periwinkle."

He leans in to look with me. "Yeah, they have a good selection for not too much money. I'm sure Abby might want a new coat of paint once we get started on a nursery, so we need to prep for that."

"Right," I draw out, "she's probably sick of the shade she's got. Needs something more big girl, you know?"

He only rolls his eyes, grinning slightly. "So, what are we thinking, a classic baby blue or something more adventurous? like" a pause, squinting at the screen, "green."

"Hmmm, green is quite daunting, huh?" I scroll for a few moments, and find a springy peach color. "This would look great with all the sunlight coming in, and we could get everything else in neutrals and use all the hand-me-down furniture my family gave us."

"I'm glad you're feeling inspired," and he looks over the paint color himself, turning to smile wider this time. "This'll be great, let's go pick it up now."

I kiss him, hugging him as well as I can, and waddle to our room to get ready.

After changing our clothes, I find myself on the couch, looking longingly at my sneakers from across the room. Mike walks in, follows my gaze to where my shoes sit, and places my shoes in front of me, chuckling as he goes for his keys.

I sigh, defeated. “Mike, I'm gonna be honest, there's no way I can tie my shoes.”

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i know that this part 2 is late and was way shorter than the first but i did just want to give a little more attention to dad!mike because uh so cute?? anyways

thanks for reading!!

#josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson fanfic #josh hutcherson imagine #mike schimdt smut #mike schimdt x reader #mike schmidt

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callme-dickmaster · 2 years

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Sweetheart - (eddie munson x reader)

Ch. Fourteen - Y/n is Bitchin'

summary: an uninvited guest ruin the calming moods in the house; a plan with arson puts y/n back in the playing field cw: 18+ (minors dni) this is obnoxiously long, unfortunate use of y/n, language, badly written action scenes, billy and steve fight, billy beating on reader, wreckless driving ig, vine references in an 80s fic, arson -i think that's it- author's note: season 2 is done yay! there's gonna be some fluffy filler stuff before we get to the season 3 stuff but it's all good i promise! anyways love you <3

<<Part 13 --- Part 15>>

Y/n didn’t realize until Mike and Hopper left the room that Eleven was staring at her. “Uh… hey?” Y/n said, looking like a deer in the headlights. Eleven stared at her for a second, looking her up and down all over.

“Bitchin,” Eleven said, pointing at her.

Y/n raised her eyebrows, still very much confused.

“Thank you? You’re bitchin too. Nice coat,” she said, gently pulling El’s sleeve. El took her arm and (gently) twisted it around, examining her wrist.

“Hey, El, she’s not from the lab. She’s just got tattoos. That would be pretty cool though, huh?” Dustin said, putting a hand on her shoulder. El nodded, a small smile on her face. She walked past a well-meaning Max and hugged Joyce.

“Do you know El?” Lucas asked.

Y/n shook her head, shrugging, “I’m just fuckin cool, man. Shut up,” she said, pushing his and Dustin’s head. Lucas laughed and Dustin flipped her off, fixing his hat and glaring playfully at her. El and Joyce went down to Will’s room to talk, and Y/n messed with Dustin some more. She wiped some dirt off his cheek and pat his head lovingly.

Steve came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, picking her up while her arms were caged to her sides, “Steven!” Y/n yelped, thrashing in his hold. Lucas laughed at them, and Dustin pouted now that she had literally been stolen from him. Joyce and El went into the kitchen and shortly after they were all planning again.

Y/n was starting to get whiplash from how many times they went from one plan to another.

“It’s not like it was before. It’s grown. A lot. And that’s considering we can get in there. The place is crawling with those dogs,” Hopper said. Y/n sighed, screwing her mouth to the side.

“Demo-dogs,” Dustin said, “I’m sorry, what?” Hopper sighed, “I said, uh, Demo-dogs,” Dustin repeated. Y/n sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Like, Demogorgon and dogs. You put them together, it sounds pretty badass-”

“How is this important right now?” Hopper interrupted him, “It’s not. I’m sorry,” Dustin mumbled.

“Please stop speaking,” Y/n sighed.

“I can do it,” El said.

Y/n had to admit that for a kid El was extremely brave. She had a lot more bravery in her than Y/n could muster.

“Even if El can, there’s still another problem. If the brain dies, the body dies,” Mike said. Y/n furrowed her eyebrows, “I thought that was the point?” she said, crossing her arms.

“It is, but if we’re really right about this… If El closes the gate and kills the Mind Flayer’s army…” he finished to let them fill in the dots. “Will’s a part of that army,” Lucas said.

“So, closing that gate would kill him,” Y/n sighed. Mike nodded sadly.

Y/n blew out a breath and looked at Ms. Byers. She looked like she wanted to throw up. “I mean, what can we do? Do we just command it to leave? Like…” Y/n asked, shrugging.

“No, this isn’t some ghost. It’s a virus. And Will’s the host,” Dustin said.

Ms. Byers walked back into the room where Will was laying. She shut the window, cutting the cold air that Will liked back outside.

“So, this is a virus… and Will’s the host…” Nancy trailed, “We need to make the host uninhabitable,” Jonathan finished. Joyce pursed her lips,” And if he likes it cold… we need to burn it out of him.”

Y/n sighed, running a hand through her hair. She could deal with Demo-dogs, and she could deal with schizoid kids, but setting a kid on fire? She didn’t know. But it wasn’t her kid, so she wasn’t going to say anything against it.

Y/n, Steve, and the kids were told to stay at the house while everyone else got to go and do actual work. Y/n huffed when she sat down on the couch. “Fuckin boring…” she sighed. She watched with furrowed brows as Steve and Dustin wrapped up the Demo-dog in a quilt and carried it to the kitchen.

Y/n sighed, laying back and following the vines with her eyes in an attempt to occupy her mind. Mike paced the room up and down, looking a fool worrying about a literal superhero.

“Yo! Can you quit?” Y/n yelled, “Please!” Lucas sighed.

Mike huffed and faced them, “You weren’t in there, okay? That lab is swarming with hundreds of those dogs!” he said. Y/n rolled her eyes when Dustin yelled “Demo-dogs!” from the kitchen and sat up.

“You weren’t at the junkyard either! We’ve all seen them, we get it. She’s fine, I’m sure. Hopper will take care of her, and she is literally Carrie on steroids! She’s fine,” she said. Mike went to argue again, but Steve strolled out with Dustin behind him. “Listen. If a coach calls a play in a game, bottom line, you execute it. All right?” Steve said, wiping his hands of Demogorgon slime.

Y/n sighed and flopped down on the couch. This was so overwhelming. Between the rotting Demo-dog in the fridge, and Steve and Mike arguing over sports games, she wanted to kick something. “Where are we going?” Y/n mumbled when everyone walked into the kitchen.

“Here. Right here. This is like a hub. See how all the tunnels feed into here? Maybe if we set this on fire-”

“That’s a no!” Steve cut in.

Y/n hopped off the couch with a grin, “I’m so down for arson! What’s your idea Wheeler?” she asked. Steve yelled her name in protest, which got him a smirk and a shrug in response. The kids came up with a pretty solid plan. Set shit on fire, loop back around to the exit, get home free and be back by bedtime. Sounded decent to Y/n. She was more than willing to help out. Especially if she got to set shit on fire.

“Hey! Hey! Hey! This is not happening! And no buts! I promised I’d keep you shitheads safe, and that’s exactly what I plan on doing. We’re staying here. On the bench. And we’re waiting for the starting team to do their job. Does everybody understand that?” Steve asked, cutting his eyes to Y/n with a pointed look.

“I said does everybody understand that? I need a yes,” Steve said again. Y/n rolled her eyes dramatically, sitting on the couch again. “Sure mom,” she sneered.

Steve stuck his tongue out at her, but the unmistakable sound of a revving engine and skidding tires interrupted their fun. Y/n laid back and looked out the window. Max and Lucas ran over and crawled over top of her. “Hey!” Y/n yelled only to be ignored.

“It’s my brother. He can’t know I’m here. He’ll kill me. He’ll kill us,” Max said, looking at Lucas. Y/n quirked an eyebrow and stood to look out the window above their heads.

“Right. Close the blinds, I’ll take care of it. Steve, c’mon,” Y/n said, shutting the curtains and walking out onto the porch. “Don’t worry about it, Max. It’s fine,” Y/n assured, shutting the door behind her. Y/n leaned on one of the porch posts, Steve staying on the steps.

Billy stepped out of his car, puffing on a cigarette. “Am I dreaming or is that you Harrington?” he asked with a wide grin. “Yeah, it’s me. Don’t cream your pants,” Steve sighed.

Y/n snorted, standing up straight. “What are you doing here, amigo?” Billy asked, “I could ask you the same thing… amigo,” Steve replied, walking up to him. Y/n sighed, walking over, and standing by him.

“Billy what do you want?” she huffed. Billy popped his cigarette into his mouth, slowly sucking on it. Y/n rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. She wished she had some boots on so she could have some kind of advantage over him. All she had was words and threats. No punch Y/n could throw, even a decent one, would put Billy on his ass.

“Just looking for my stepsisters. Now that I found one, I think you can help me find the other one,” Billy said in fake sincerity.

Steve hummed, “Well, I don’t know the other one. And Y/n’s fine as you can see,” he said, “Small. Redhead. Bit of a bitch…” Billy filled, trying to get Steve or Y/n to tell him where Max was.

“Doesn’t ring any bells to me. Sorry,” Steve replied. Billy smirked, taking his cigarette from his lips.

“You know, I don’t know, this whole situation… it’s giving me the heebie-jeebies,” Billy said, still faking his concern and confusion.

“Why is that?” Steve asked stupidly.

Don’t ask questions. You’re never ever supposed to ask him questions. Billy took another drag, “My thirteen- and eighteen-year-old sisters go missing all day. And then I find them here with you in a stranger’s house. And you lie to me about it!” he said.

Y/n’s heart was pounding. He knew. He had to know Max was there. He’s just dragging this out. “Billy, if I just tell you me and Steve snuck out here to hook up will you go away? We’re the only ones here.” She huffed. Billy pointed his cigarette at the window where all four middle school idiots were sitting in the window.

“Shit. Listen-” Steve didn’t get to finish because Billy shoved him to the ground. “I told you to plant your feet,” he said simply before he kicked Steve in the stomach and grabbed Y/n by the hair to drag her into the house. “Aw fuck!” Y/n yelled, gripping his wrist for dear life so he didn’t rip a bald spot on her head.

Y/n grunted, hitting her head on the doorframe as Billy slammed the door open. “Ow! Dick!” she yelled. “Y/n!” Max cried, seeing her sister practically hanging by her hair in Billy’s grip.

“Well, well, well,” Billy started, throwing Y/n to the floor, “Lucas Sinclair. What a surprise. I thought I told you to stay away from him, Max,” he said, getting in the kids’ faces. Y/n rubbed her eyes and held a hand to her aching head. Being yanked around by the hair and hitting her head (hard) on the doorframe and the floor did a number on her. Her vision was blurry, and she was uncertain if that was from Billy, or if she just lost a contact. The kids shouting sent a ringing through her ears and she winced, rubbing her eyes, and trying to gain some sight back.

“Where’s Max?” Y/n mumbled, blinking through the last bit of blurriness.

“She’s okay. She’s fine. Steve’s dealing with Billy,” Dustin whispered in her ear. Y/n’s head shot up and she turned to the kitchen where Steve and Billy were swinging at each other. “Fucking Christ…” Y/n sighed, stumbling to stand, and walking through the kids. “Billy! Jesus!” Y/n yelped, jumping out of the way of a flying Steve. Billy crawled on top of him, laying punch after punch to Steve’s face. Y/n kicked his back, throwing him to the floor and off of Steve

“You little bitch,” Billy chuckled, grabbing her leg, and pulling her to the floor. Billy slapped her across the face and grabbed her chin harshly. “Let’s leave the fighting to the big boys, huh?” he growled in her face. Billy sat up and turned back to Steve, grabbing his shirt, and pulling him up. He didn’t get much of a chance to start anything because Max stormed over, grabbed a syringe, and stabbed Billy in the neck with it. Y/n gagged, turning away from it, and hiding in Dustin’s shoulder.

“You little shit, what did you do?” Billy slurred, falling to the floor. Y/n slowly turned back around and passed her sister and Billy to check on Steve. Max grabbed Y/n’s bat, threatening Billy with the ferocity of a fully grown tiger. Y/n grinned with pride while still trying to wipe the blood off Steve’s face with her shirt. Steve was out like a light.

“Let’s get out of here,” Max said, holding up Billy’s keys.

“Ah! Ah!” Y/n tutted, snatching the keys from the shorter girl, “I don’t think so.”

The kids sighed in frustration at their plan being foiled again. “Get the shit we need for the fire. I’ll drive,” Y/n said.

The boys all smiled happily, high fiving before they ran off to grab the supplies. Y/n cleaned Steve’s face to the best of their ability and hauled him into the backseat of Billy’s car.

“Got a map!” Lucas said, offering it to Y/n.

Y/n stuttered, “U-uh… Max? You still wanna drive?” she squeaked.

The seating arrangement was extremely cramped in the two-door car, but they were on a mission so that didn’t matter. Y/n sat in the driver’s seat, working the pedals while Max sat in her lap and worked the steering wheel. Lucas sat in the passenger seat to read off their map, and the other three were squished in the back.

“Nancy?” Steve slurred in the backseat.

“You put up a good fight. He kicked your ass, but you put up a good fight!” Dustin whispered to Steve. Y/n snorted, glancing in the backseat. “Oh, my God!” Steve exclaimed, seeing Max and Y/n in the driver’s seat.

“Steve, relax. She’s driven before-

“Yeah, in a parking lot!”

“That counts.”

Y/n pressed harder on the gas in an attempt to make this conversation go faster. “They were gonna leave you behind, but I promised that you would be cool, okay?” Dustin spoke, trying to calm him down.

“Fuck this,” Y/n sighed, slamming her foot to the floor, and sending the car even faster. Steve, Mike, and Dustin started up in the backseat which was distracting everybody from the road. “Everybody shut up! I’m trying to focus!” Max screamed. “That’s Mount Sinai! Make a left! Turn left!” Lucas yelled. Max cursed and spun the wheel, turning left before Y/n could even think about pressing the brake. Y/n gripped the oh shit handle tightly, praying to a God she didn’t believe in that she wouldn’t die in Billy’s car.

“Stop! Stop! Stop!” she squealed, slamming the brakes just in front of a huge manhole in the pumpkin field.

“Incredible!” Mike breathed, “Told you… Zoomer,” Max stated before jumping out of the car.

“Aw, fuck yea!” Y/n exclaimed, pushing the seat forward and popping open the trunk. She passed out all the backpacks, and Mike and Dustin grabbed the gasoline. Y/n flicked her lighter, smiling as she ran her finger over the flame. After Dustin convinced Steve to get over it and help them out, they lowered themselves into the tunnels. “Ooh!” Y/n breathed, looking around at the flakes in the air.

“I’m pretty sure it’s this way!” Mike called, looking at his hand drawn map. “You’re pretty sure, or you’re certain?” Dustin replied, “I’m one hundred percent sure! Just follow me and you’ll know!” Mike snapped.

Y/n sighed, “That’s not helpful at all!” she called. Steve took the map from Mike and lead the way, asking Y/n to take the back so none of the kids got lost.

“That’s literally a butthole! Why are we walking past a butthole?” Y/n laughed, pointing at the puckering hole above them. Dustin laughed and stared up at the ceiling butthole. The rest walked past him, and Y/n didn’t notice he was missing until he started screeching and calling for help.

“Fuck! Dustin!” she yelled.

“IT’S IN MY MOUTH! SHIT!” he screeched before coughing and spitting. “God…” Y/n sighed, patting his back.

“I’m okay!” he said. Y/n laughed at him, patting his back again before they started their trek through the tunnels again. Y/n kept her arm around Dustin to keep him from getting lost again and she kept the mood pretty light by laughing and making some probably definitely misplaced jokes.

“Alright Wheeler. I think we found your hub,” Steve said. Y/n looked around, squinting at all the animal bones and random shit that was down there.

“Let’s drench it!” Mike said and they all got to work. Y/n sprayed gasoline all over the place, discreetly taking deep breaths because she kinda loved the smell of gasoline.

“It smells so good in here, guys!” she yelled.

Steve snorted, a small ‘ow’ coming after because of his nose.

“Alright, I think we’re good! Everyone out?” Y/n asked. At everyone’s nod they all sat in the tunnel. Y/n handed Steve her lighter and nodded at him.

“You owe me a new one,” she mumbled. He smirked and agreed, “Okay, you guys ready?” he asked.

“Light her up,” Dustin said. Steve flicked the lighter open, sighing about how much trouble he was going to get into before he tossed it into the hub. The vines lit up in flames immediately. Y/n stared at them in awe until Lucas her yanked away and they ran for their lives. Y/n slid around corners, picking herself up and almost leading the way with how fast she was going.

“Wait! Guys, wait! Mike’s stuck!” Max yelled. Y/n groaned, grabbing her bat from her backpack.

“Let’s help him!” Dustin said, turning back.

Y/n sighed, stomping up to where Mike was laying with a vine wrapped around his leg. “Is it really that big of a loss? Like…” she asked.

“Y/n!” Max exclaimed.

“Okay! Okay!” Y/n sighed, bringing her bat down on the vine until it unraveled itself from his leg. She stomped on it a couple times and they were back off. Well, they were until there was another Demo-dog in their way.

“Dart,” Dustin spoke. Dustin stepped up to the dog, trying to convince it to let them pass. “Will you let us pass?” he asked. It roared in return and Y/n gripped her bat tighter. “Okay. I’m sorry about the storm cellar. That was a pretty douchey thing to do,” he said, and it chirped in reply. Y/n pouted, tilting her head at the scene. The dogs were kinda cute when they weren’t acting like murderous, blood hungry machines.

Dustin waved them forward and they all slowly passed Dart while it was distracted with 3 Musketeers. It looked at them briefly, but it didn’t seem to care so they all ran back through the tunnels.

“Oh, shit!” Y/n yelped, tripping on her own feet when the ground shook around them. “What was that?” Max asked.

Y/n heard the Demo-dogs screeching through the tunnels, so she turned tail and ran without having to be told. She grabbed Max and lifted her up onto the rope.

“Come on!” Steve boosted Lucas up next. Y/n pulled herself up with Mike right on her ass. “Shit!” Steve sighed, grabbing his bat and pushing Dustin behind him.

“Steve!” Y/n yelled, shoving her hand into the hole.

“Dustin! Dustin come on!” the boys yelled in her ear.

Y/n shut her eyes tightly, waiting to hear her friends screaming while the dogs ate them bit by bit. But there was nothing. Y/n dared to take a peek and her eyes widened when she saw them standing there perfectly fine huddled together with hundreds of demo-dogs running past them. “Come up guys!” Y/n yelled, waving them up. Steve gave Dustin a boost before carefully climbing up himself.

Y/n pulled them all up and slapped Steve’s arm. “Don’t ever do that again! I thought I lost my only friends!” she exclaimed. Steve laughed and hugged her, ignoring her struggling in his grip.

“Y’all are some assholes for real!” she laughed, hugging Dustin instead. They laughed and went to go in the car until the headlights glowed brightly. So bright that Y/n had to hide her face in Steve’s shoulder to avoid the light.

“What the hell?” she whispered.

“El must have done it! I think it’s over,” Mike said. Y/n nodded, stripping herself of her protective gear and digging in the car for Billy’s wallet.

“Ice cream on Billy?” she asked. All the kids cheered and threw their gear in the trunk before piling in the car. Steve laughed and grabbed the wallet from her and looked in it.

“Ohoho! William Carey Hargrove? This is golden!” he laughed. Dustin nudged his side with a roll of his eyes, “Like you can talk, Ashley,” he snorted. Y/n guffawed at him and grabbed the wallet, silently teasing him about his middle name before jumping in the driver’s seat. “Let’s go! Dairy Queen isn’t going to eat itself!”

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myriadof-fandoms · 2 years

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harringrove week - day 7 - a wild and an untamed thing

prompt: the rocky horror picture show

or: will meets some people like him

ao3

“Hey pipsqueak, stay here today, yeah?”

Billy’s hand is warm on Will’s shoulder and his voice is quiet enough that no one around them notices, though for that to happen he’d have to be screaming anyway, everyone is too sleep deprived to notice what the people around them are doing.

“Huh?”

“Skip the day trip to Alcatraz with a scenic dinner in the city Wheeler has meticulously planned for you. We’re taking you on a field trip. Just claim you feel sick or something.”

It’s not like Will has to think about it for long. Whatever Billy has planned is guaranteed to be more fun than Nancy’s plan, she gets pissy when they don’t manage all her planned timeslots. The few residual pubescent feelings of his crush on Billy don’t speak in her favor either.

Basically, Will doesn’t even feel bad when he says he feels the beginning of a migraine when the others get ready. Especially not after the overly worried looks from Dustin and Mike - five years down the road from when they got the Mindflayer out of him and they still treat him like glass sometimes.

Even on the road trip here somehow there was a unanimous decision that Will wouldn’t be allowed to drive through the night. He was only annoyed by it because he's a bit of a better driver than Max and Dustin and worlds better than Mike. (Though that feeling passed after the first night, when he was the only one who was even a little bit rested.)

Being allowed to drive across the country to visit Billy, Steve and Robin in San Francisco had been a task in itself. He’s fairly sure if it hadn’t been planned that he was accompanied by Jonathan and basically all of his friends his mother wouldn’t have let him, nevermind that he turned 18 in March.

He watches the chaos unfold around him while Dustin, Mike and Lucas get ready and the actual residents of the apartment throw in comments, mainly about how tired they are. They don’t manage to be done when Eddie’s van and Jonathan’s car arrive in front of the apartment complex; which was clearly expected since Eddie’s coming up without waiting even a moment for them.

What Will doesn’t expect though is for Eddie to pass over his car keys to Dustin with the words, “A single scratch on her and you’re dead.” Billy’s rough laugh drowns out Dustin’s answer, and then he adds, “Munson, you wouldn’t even be able to tell if there was a new scratch somewhere in between all the others.”

Eddie doesn’t even react but instead pushes the others out of the door he had left open behind him.

“See you later, Will!” Lucas yells and then the door closes and the apartment quiets down.

Steve walks up to the couch Will has been sitting on to watch out of the window onto the street as well, and when the cars leave he breathes out and turns to the others, “Freedom.”

“Thank fuck,” Robin’s voice is muted against her arm, she is sitting at the kitchen counter with her face buried in her arm. She slowly lifts up her head before she continues, “You little shits haven’t even been here a week and I already need a holiday to recover from this.”

“You offered to let us stay here.”

“We thought you would sleep sometimes.”

“I only offered to let Dustin stay here.”

“I wanted Max and El.”

“I feel so very welcome here,” Will deadpans.

“Please, feel honored you’re allowed to stay right now.”

“Right, what’s that about anyway?” Will turns to Eddie, “You’re coming too?”

“Yeah, wouldn’t miss it,” Eddie looks absolutely delighted by whatever is planned for them.

“We’ll tell you later, first it’s time for more sleep. Can’t believe Wheeler planned for you all to leave the house before 10am.” Billy heads towards his and Steve’s bedroom and on the way grabs the back of Steve’s shirt to drag him along. “C’mon Harrington I want reparation cuddles for your ex waking me up early.”

Warmth blooms in Will’s chest. He’s noticed more than once that Billy doesn’t really address that he and Steve share a bedroom, or any part of their relationship, in front of many other people. Definitely not in front of the entire group. Being allowed in a circle of people that are allowed to witness him being affectionate feels special.

“Hey Blondie,” Eddie speaks up.”And where should I nap?”

“Not my problem. Either deal with Buckley using you as a pillow or ask the half pint if he’ll share the couch. See y’all at the earliest in two hours.” With that Billy throws the door closed.

Will does end up sleeping again, alone since Eddie and Robin decided to use the chance to cuddle (apparently Robin is deprived since Billy has been keeping Steve from his best friend cuddle duties and Eddie misses Chrissy), and for a moment when he opens his eyes he thinks he must just be dreaming vividly. The sight of Billy Hargrove leaning over him with a goddamn feather boa around his shoulders is a bit much to just accept as reality.

“Wakey, wakey, sleepy head. C’mon we gotta get you ready.”

On autopilot, Will follows him. Through his haze of sleep he notices a chaos of clothes and accessories that have somehow spread around the apartment since he fell asleep. He hears the others talk vaguely from the direction of the bathroom and Robin’s room before Billy leads him into his bedroom and tells Will to sit down on the bed.

It’s enough to spike Will’s interest and wake him up some more. When they arrived two days ago they did get a little tour of the apartment but he only got a glance at Billy’s and Steve’s room. The sheets on the bed are messy but surprisingly soft and with a dark blue flannel pattern. Both bedside tables give away their owner clearly, Steve’s has a disarray of pills and water glasses with his alarm clock balancing in between while Billy’s has an ashtray and books. Over the bed are shelves for more books and some trophies and knick knacks. Will is slightly surprised by the fairy lights that hang on the shelves too but then again he guesses it only makes sense that Steve and Billy don’t appreciate sleeping in complete darkness either. There’s one big desk under the window next to the bed on which there’s a clutter of papers and books. Will guesses those are mostly Billy’s since Steve’s already working while Billy is still in college. Over the desk is a pinboard though, full of pictures that belong to both of them. It's mostly pictures of either one or both of them with friends, but a fair share are just of the two of them as well. There's one where Steve has his arms wrapped around Billy's shoulders from behind while they sit on the beach and beam up at whoever took the photo that is so clearly a picture of a couple in love that it makes Will's stomach drop a little. Will does feel honored when he sees the polaroid Robin had taken of him with Billy and Steve at Billy’s graduation up on the board too, though.

Billy reappears from their closet that he had vanished into and only then does Will really take in the fact that Billy’s barely even dressed. Technically the boa is the thing of most substance on him right now. Otherwise he’s only in a tiny pair of golden shorts. It puts his tattoos on display, mostly they are hidden under his clothing but now Will can properly take in all the designs on Billy’s torso. They work their way around the scar tissue that’s littered there too. On first sight the blue whale that stretches over Billy’s rips until just under his left pec has got to be Will’s favorite. Though the different shades and forms on his shoulders and upper arms are too manifold to properly take in at once.

“Alright, we’re taking you out and you gotta dress up. At least a little,” Billy says and throws a shirt at Will. It’s see through .

Will blushes furiously and looks at Billy in utter confusion. It seems to amuse him.

“Promise you you’ll be tame with that. You can even keep on your own pants but if you show up in the nerd club shirt you’ll stick out like a sore thumb, babe.”

“Where are we going that makes see through shirts look tame?” Will is only a little afraid of the answer.

“You’ll see,” Billy says again while he throws the boa to the floor and instead picks up a bundle of leather straps that Will cannot make sense of before Billy entangles it in sure movements and then pulls it over his head so it settles on his chest. Billy Hargrove is standing in front of Will in a leather harness and a tiny pair of golden pants.

Maybe Will is on drugs and doesn’t know it.

“Promise you, it’ll be fine. I don’t want to get on the bad side of your mother so I wouldn’t take you to a sex club or anything during your first trip away from her.”

Will has to admit that that’s fair enough. He wouldn’t want to piss off his mom either.

“Just try that on and then come to us in the bathroom, if you feel too uncomfortable we’ll find something else with Buckley,” Billy tells him and then leaves Will alone in his bedroom.

The fabric of the button up is soft and silky on Will’s skin when he exchanges his own with it. It almost feels like it washes over him, a gentle touch and nothing more. He does his best to ignore how weird it is to see his own stomach while buttoning the shirt and then faces the mirrored door of the closet.

It doesn’t look bad. Not with his hair that’s finally not a bowl cut anymore and how he’s sort of grown into his skinniness, he doesn’t look malnourished anymore the way he used to but instead he’s just a little thin. Lean maybe. The way the shirt falls down his body certainly helps with the shadows it draws on his skin.

He doesn’t want to take it off again and yet his heart is thumping loudly in his chest when he follows Billy’s order and crosses the apartment to the bathroom.

It’s maybe even more messy than in the rest of the living space. There are products and make up and clothes everywhere. And in the middle of it all Robin and Billy are sitting on the floor and Robin is putting makeup on Billy’s face. She’s in a maid outfit with a skirt that’s barely there and her hair looks like it exploded almost. He’s still only in the pants and harness even though he now also has a collar around his neck. Next to the bathtub is another entirely shocking sight: Steve Harrington clearly overwhelmed trying to pull up a fishnet stocking, while wearing a corset. It even alleviates the shock of seeing Eddie in a skirt, also in a corset and with his hair pulled up in a ponytail.

Will can’t help but stare. Eddie notices him first, through the mirror over the sink which he is using to apply eyeliner if Will is not entirely mistaken, he looks Will up and down and then he wolf whistles and all eyes are on Will.

The compliments start flying from all sides and for the second time of the day Will finds himself blushing.

It takes them another two hours to get ready. Robin has to apply makeup to all of them, even if Billy could almost give her a run for her money which he proves by being the one to do Steve’s eyes, and there’s about half an hour everyone spends trying to find the right accessories for Will. They agree on a simple look and so he just gets some necklaces from Robin and earrings from Billy, who was pleasantly surprised to see Will’s pierced ear.

With the makeup they agreed on simple for Will too, just a little eyeliner on his waterline as Robin explained and mascara. He can’t really stop staring at every mirrored surface now, taking in the way his eyes are changed from the little bit of product. Eddie was the one who insisted on just a tiny bit of lipstick for Will and he’s still trying to get used to the dry feeling, suppressing the urge to lick his lips again and again until everything is gone because the light red does look incredible too.

When all of them are happy with their appearance Steve demands a quick round of pictures and they end up taking so many that they’re nearly late according to Billy when they finally settle in Steve’s BMW. Will sits in the backseat, with Robin next to him, but he has a clear view when Steve reaches out and puts his hand in Billy’s while he drives. It makes his stomach twist a little

He’s quickly distracted by staring out at San Francisco though. Everytime he sees a new palm tree he feels in awe.

A couple of minutes pass where he doesn’t really listen to the conversation around him and then silence settles around them for a moment before Eddie speaks up with a heavy tone.

“So, Young William, let us tell you where we’re going,” he finally starts.

“We’re taking you to a truly unique experience,” Robin continues. “And an essential one at that too.”

Steve laughs, “A must-see for every little queer out there, really.”

“We’re going to see the Rocky Horror Picture Show,” Billy finishes.

Sadly, that means fuck all to Will.

When he tells them that they all just smile or laugh a little and then Robin picks up again, “It will mean something to you when you’ve seen it believe me. It’s incredible.”

“I can’t fucking wait,” Eddie is basically vibrating in his seat. “I’ve never gotten to see it live either.”

“Two virgins, aren’t we lucky?” Billy laughs and Steve and Robin fall in easily.

“Oh, to be that young again,” Robin says wistfully.

The rest of the drive is filled with vague accounts of their experiences during shows, all just adding confusion to Will’s state of mind.

The confusion doesn’t really leave. During the show, even when they’re already on their way home, or later when Will tries to sleep, the confusion stays. A companion through the experience that Will won’t ever forget, only changing from general cluelessness to wonder about how something like this exists and no one fucking told him.

They pulled into the parking lot by a theater and Will was entirely done for. Everywhere at the entrance or leaving their cars were people dressed like them. People who were like them. People like him. Two men in their late twenties walked by them while Will was busy staring and his heart nearly stopped when he saw that they were holding hands. After that it almost beat in double time. He followed Billy and Steve, who were to his surprise holding hands as well, and just tried to take it all in.

Without questioning it he accepts that he gets called a Virgin at the entrance and that the nice lady who had asked, and only kept eye contact with Robin, draws a V on his forehead when the others tell on him and Eddie.

People stare after them, after Billy especially, but even Will feels some eyes on him, heavily so after Steve leads him to a vendor, who’s about Will’s age but with black curls that almost reach his shoulders, which are much more defined than Will’s. The other boy winks at him when he hands Will two bags of popcorn and once again he can feel heat rise to his cheeks. Billy slaps him on the back when Steve smugly tells him all about the vendor, and even whoops a little, drawing even more eyes to them.

They settle into their seats only moments before the show starts.

The lights go down and to Will’s surprise there are actors on stage acting alongside the movie on the screen. He doesn’t think it should work, but it does. Especially, when the audience starts talking.

In all fairness, Will couldn’t explain the plot of the film at all. It just is a little hard to focus on it when everytime Brad and Janet appear everyone around him screams asshole or slut .

But he remembers the important parts.

Will remembers that even though he didn’t know the steps to the Time Warp beforehand, and doesn’t remember them after either, it was easy enough to get the hang of it when everyone around him did it. And that it was so liberating he could’ve cried. Something about moving with the crowd, the simplicity of all of them dancing to this ridiculous song, in their ridiculous outfits just for fun, just being themselves, made him feel more alive than he remembers ever feeling before.

And he’ll remember the fun of snapping a rubber glove against his own hand in sync with Frank N. Furter at Steve’s instruction and the toasts flying towards the stage around them. The way the audience screamed when Frank N. Furter first appeared.

Frank N. Furter, himself. Will can’t tear his eyes away, and he’s fairly sure he couldn’t forget him even if he tried. Not with the way he acts, the way he walks or how he made Will scoot to the edge of his seat just by dragging out that pause between antici- and pation.

He’s shocked at the water hitting him when Brad and Janet walk through the rain and laughs when he sees Robin hiding under a newspaper like most other experienced audience members.

Mostly though Will thinks he’ll never forget the people around him and how they allow him to see them. The strangers who willingly appear dressed in almost nothing, because they know this place to be safe. And his friends, these people that decided he deserved to be part of this community and that he deserved to be part of them.

Will remembers the way Steve and Billy used to stay apart when they still lived in Hawkins. It’s such a drastic difference to the two men who are sitting next to him, Billy with at least one hand always touching Steve, and Steve turned towards Billy more than towards the screen and stage. During Sweet Transvestite Billy has both arms wrapped around Steve’s neck and moves the two of them to the rhythm of the song, like they’re dancing. Steve is laughing and Will is fairly sure he calls Billy an idiot while they’re swaying around but he does also catch Billy’s lips in a kiss.

The two of them are laughing into it and a part of Will yearns suddenly like he does whenever he sees open affection between couples, even with his mom and Hopper, but the bigger part of him celebrates. It can be you, you can get out, they got out, you can find love, you can because they did, there they are, happy despite being like you .

He looks away when they deepen their kiss, allows them the privacy they deserve and instead focuses on that realization, that confirmation, that love isn’t lost to him just because he’s not going to find it in a woman.

The heavy thoughts disappear when a character named Eddie appears and their own Eddie roars and spends the rest of the show jumping every time his name falls. It doesn’t deter him that Eddie dies about three minutes into his time.

Will laughs like a maniac when Rocky is created and Billy’s outfit makes a little more sense.

Heat runs through him when Frank N. Furter joins Brad (asshole) in bed, before the hilarity of it all gets to him again and the heat settles. The little voice doesn’t let him forget it though, just like the two women who haven’t really stopped kissing in the past five minutes, you can have that too .

Little lines get stuck in his head, and he tries to take in as much as he can, but the performance rushes past him anyway.

He picks up one of the playing cards that fly towards the stage during I’m Going Home and carefully puts it into his pocket, a small reminder of the experience.

When they walk out of the theater, Will feels like he’s high, like he’s sailing on a cloud, when a little gust of air draws over his neck and makes him shudder. It's too close to the feeling of a monster's claw caressing his skin. But as if it had cast a protection around him to be surrounded by people like him he can for once just shake it off and focus on the conversation around him instead of overthinking the sensation.

They’re all giddy on the drive home, so they let down the windows and sing along to Queen, apparently the only tapes Steve keeps in his car.

When Billy turns up I Want To Break Free, all of them scream. No one misses a single word of the song. Will knows it’s because they get it. For a moment he feels like he’s tearing up, just because he’s finally not the only one listening to Freddie Mercury and feeling the lyrics in an entirely different way than most people. Or, just because these people just showed him how many more of them there are. Billy turns to Steve and sings I've fallen in love for the first time, this time I know it's for real at him and Will smiles when he watches Billy lean in to kiss Steve's cheek.

Will doesn’t want the drive to end, but it does, and they’re greeted by the sight of the cars from the others in front of the apartment. A tiny part of him had hoped that at least Nancy and Jonathan would've gone over to the motel where they're staying already.

When they open the door everybody is gathered in the living room and kitchen and Jonathan is walking up and down but stops in his tracks when his eyes take them in.

Everybody stops what they were doing actually. They all stare. Mike’s mouth drops open. Nancy looks a little like she’s in shock. Eleven and Max both smile but Dustin and Lucas look entirely dumbfounded too.

“Where- Where the fuck were you?” Jonathan asks, his voice slightly shaky but also with a sort of angry undertone.

“Out,” Will beams.

“Out- You- You were out? But you said you had a migraine?”

“It went away,” Will says. And then he can’t stop it. He starts giggling at Jonathan’s face.

It does turn a bit more sour at that though.

“And where exactly did you go dressed like this?” Jonathan is mostly looking at the others while he asks, but Will can feel the eyes on his own shirt too.

Billy answers, and the perfect innocence in his voice, in contrast to the smeared lipstick and the smudged makeup around his eyes, and the blatant lie of it all sends all five of them into helpless laughter, while the others look at them like they’ve lost their mind.

“Church.”

They have to leave again about a week and a half later, and Will already misses the small apartment with the mismatched dishes. He misses the casual way Steve kisses Billy goodbye when he leaves a room too. And how Robin talks about the girl that has a class with her and wears knee socks that make Robin want to cry.

Before Billy pulls him into a goodbye-hug he hands him a VHS.

“Here, it's so you can learn all the lines, pipsqueak. Next time I expect you to know every word.”

Will doesn’t cry, but it’s a near thing.

He does hug Billy like his life depends on it, though.

Will holds onto the VHS of the Rocky Horror Picture Show with its big red lips on the cover like it’s a lifeline. He holds it close and tries to remember every detail from the show, from the people, just so he doesn’t forget again that he’s not alone.

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e-munson666 · 2 years

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@snackycake1975 REQUEST [[Hey there! My request is number 18 (put the knife down…) with a side of ‘tell me everything’s going to be okay’ - if that’s okay - with Steve please!!!]] Thank you for participating with me! I loved the one you wrote me and I hope you enjoy this! 🖤

18+, language, angst, some fluff at the end. Reader is a Hargrove. (Billy's twin sister) so warning for Billy being an asshole.

🖤

"Tell me everything's going to be okay Stevie" you say, staring up at your boyfriend with wide puppy eyes.

"Its going to be okay baby, trust me. I won't him hurt either of you." Steve says, eyes darting between you and Max. Steve was responsible for keeping you both safe right now. The others had left him in charge of the kids while they tried to fight off the mind flayer, and you had insisted on staying behind and sticking together.

Everything was going fine until Max heard the car pull up, knowing they were now in danger for an entirely different reason. That reason being your twin brother......Billy....

Your eyes quickly flash from Max back to Steve. "Please don't let him find us here" you beg, watching as Steve nodded and kissed your cheek. "Dont worry honey, just hide, all of you.....I'll get rid of him."

"Is that you Harrington?"

"Yeah its me don't cream your pants"

The boys stop only a few feet from each other, Steve's arms crossed over his chest as Billy takes a long drag from a cigarette.

"You know, I find it strange, that my twin sisters car is in this random strangers driveway, and im greeted by King Steve himself when I pull up, so where are they" Billy questions, flicking the cigarette butt onto the gravel.

"I don't know what to tell you man, they aren't here" Steve says, standing his ground as Billy steps closer to him.

"They aren't here huh, then why do I see Max and Sinclair peeking out the window Harrington?"

"Oh shit, look man" Steve was cut off by Billy landing a hard punch to his chin, causing him to tumble to the ground.

Inside, Max and Lucas saw as Billy pointed them out in the window, and immediately bolted up to hide. You had grabbed a large kitchen knife when Steve went outside, and were motioning for all the kids to step behind you.

A few moments later Billy burst through the door, catching sight of you instantly, Max and Dustin clinging to either side of you, Lucas and Mike grabbing whatever they could as a weapon.

"Whats this....." Billy hisses, taking another step into the Byer house.

"Put the knife down, im not going to hurt you" Your brother chuckles, shaking his head at the sight before him.

"Why the fuck are you here Billy?" You ask, tightening your grip on the knife as he takes yet another step forward.

"You know, dad got real mad when he came home and both of you were nowhere to be found, who do you think got the grunt of that hmm??"

"Billy, where the fuck is Steve" Max barks, anger boiling inside of her as she watched her stepbrother interrogate you.

"A better question, is why the two of you are hanging around Harrington and Sinclair after I fucking told you not to, after I warned you what would happen" Billy seethes, lunging for you and grabbing your wrist, causing the knife to fall to the floor.

"I thought you knew better, hanging out with a guy like King Steve" he says, pulling you inches from his face.

"Fuck you Billy" you retort, stomping on your brothers foot and yanking your wrist from his grip.

Billy was about to lunge at you again before he gets tackled to the ground from behind by Steve. The two of them wrestled on the ground, throwing punches and cursing at each other, until Steve landed one good punch to Billy's face, making him lose consciousness.

"I thought I told you to hide baby" Steve huffs, rising to his feet and wiping blood from his nose. He quickly broke his gaze from yours to check that all the kids were safe before his eyes met yours again.

"Steve, we need to leave, like right now" Max says, pointing at Billy starting to regain consciousness.

Steve grabs your hand, and motions for the kids to leave the house. "Come on honey, I gotta get you somewhere safe"

Steve leads you out of the house, running hand in hand as Billy groaned and started picking himself off the floor. "HARRINGTON" you heard him yell as Steve helped you into the passenger seat of his car.

"Lets fucking go Steve come on!" Mike yelled from the backseat, seeing Billy bust through the front door, blood dripping from his cheek and mouth. He had a crazed smile on his face as he watched Steve slide into the drivers seat and peel out away from the Byer house.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit" Dustin yelled, seeing Billy bolt for his car as Steve's BMW skirted off into the distance.

"Where are we gonna go Stevie?" You ask your boyfriend, eyes red and teary.

"Dont cry baby, don't cry. I know somewhere safe we can all go, we need to lose Billy first, everyone, HOLD ON" Steve exclaims, putting the car into gear and making several sharp turns to get Billy off the trail.

After several minutes and more than one close call with a guardrail, Steve had put enough distance behind him to drive normally.

"Henderson, radio Hopper, tell him we are going to my parents cabin, its not far from where they are and I know Billy won't find us there" Steve says, loosening his grip on the steering wheel.

He turned to see your face covered in tears, adrenaline wearing down. "Baby, its okay, you're safe, your both safe, I promise" Steve said before taking your hand and kissing it.

And you were safe, as long as you had Steve you knew nothing could hurt you, and that was comfort enough for the time being.

A/N: I hope ya'll enjoyed! It's a little different from my normal stuff but I very much enjoyed writing it!

#fanfic #stranger things #king steve #steve harrington #stevie harrington #steve stranger things #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #billy harringrove #billy hargove x reader #request #story prompt #send me asks

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spiderking-of-queens · 2 years

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Chapter Thirteen: The Russians

Summary: Dustin returns from camp, and you unwittingly stumble onto yet another town secret - this time involving Russian spies. (Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader, 2.5k words)

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June 30th, 1985

Once again, you were reluctantly driving your parents’ car to work, this time intending to pick up Dustin on the way there. The two of you had agreed on a plan to surprise Steve at work now that he was back from camp. You were hoping that this would be just the thing Steve needed to cheer him up.

When Dustin got into your car, you immediately gave him a hug. You couldn’t resist. You had missed him more than you thought you would. He was surprised, but hugged you back.

“How was camp?!” You asked him excitedly as you prepared to back out of his driveway.

“Life-changing.”

“Life-changing? Wow. That’s high praise. What happened?”

“I, uh, may or may not have gotten a girlfriend,” He admitted proudly. “Her name is Suzie.”

Your mouth dropped open in shock.

“WHAT? You have a girlfriend?! Holy shit, that’s great! Steve’s gonna flip out. Just promise me, though, if his romantic advice actually did work, please don’t tell him. We wouldn’t want him getting a big head.”

“Okay, deal,” He chuckled.

“Seriously, though, good for you! I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks,” He said shyly.

“So, other than that exciting news, how have you been? Was it good to see the rest of the gang yesterday? I heard they were planning on surprising you at your house.”

“Uh…” He hesitated, and you raised an eyebrow at him, willing him to continue. “It was fine. They kinda ditched me. But it’s whatever.”

You sighed at this with disappointment and shook your head.

“Was it Mike and El and Max and Lucas again? They’ve been stuck in their own little bubbles since summer started. You shouldn’t take it personally. What about Will, though? I know he was dying to see you.”

“It was all of them. I don’t know. They just didn’t seem that interested in spending time with me.”

You frowned at him as he looked out the window.

“I’m sure that’s not true. You guys just need to get back into your rhythm again. It’ll be okay. At this point, you’re all bonded for life. You’re stuck together whether you like it or not.”

You snickered at this and glanced at him to see if you had helped at all, but he was still staring outside.

“Yeah,” He agreed unconvincingly. “I guess you’re right.”

You smiled sadly at him and turned back to the road, unsure of what else to say to cheer him up.

“Hey, why don’t you tell me more about Suzie?” You eventually thought to ask.

When his face lit up again, you knew you had made the right call.

After you made it to Scoops Ahoy, you followed behind Dustin as he waited for the last customer in line to leave so he could speak to Robin. When he made it to the front, he had a giant smile on his face.

“Hi,” He said simply.

“Hi,” Robin echoed in confusion.

He waited for a more excited reaction, then realized she didn’t know who he was.

“I’m Dustin,” He said, gesturing to himself as if she should understand how important he was.

“I’m… Robin?”

“Pleasure to meet you. Uh, is, is he here?”

“Is who here?” She asked with a smirk.

This was painful. Dustin couldn’t recognize that she was teasing him. She definitely knew who he was at this point, but you offered him help anyways, grabbing him by the shoulders and moving him to the side so you could take over.

“Robin, this is our friend, Dustin. The one that just got back from camp? Is Steve here? We wanted to surprise him.”

As if to answer, Steve threw open the back door excitedly with a loud squeak of his sneakers.

“Henderson!” He yelled, throwing his arms up in the air. Dustin laughed at him with glee as he danced around the counter and chanted his name again. You were overjoyed witnessing this display of affection, but Robin just stared at them, trying to pretend that she wasn’t amused.

“He’s back! He’s back!”

“I’m back! You got the job!”

“I got the job!” He shouted and brought his hands up to his mouth to pretend that he was playing a little celebratory trumpet tune.

This was the first time he had referred to his job at Scoops Ahoy in a positive way. You tried time and time again to make him happy about it, but of course, only Dustin could bring it out of him. You shook your head at this incredulously, a large smile still on your face. It was impossible to be offended while seeing them like this.

They did their secret handshake - light saber and blood gushing sound effects and all - and then giggled at each other.

“How many children are you friends with?” Robin interrupted their reunion, unable to resist commenting on how ridiculous they were.

Steve stared back at her, his smile fading and embarrassment radiating on his face as he remembered where he was, then gestured to her with aggravation.

“I see you’ve met Robin,” He said to Dustin. “She’s a real ray of sunshine, isn’t she?”

She scoffed and rolled her eyes at him, then disappeared into the back.

“I’m taking my break!” He called to her.

“I don’t care!” She yelled back as the door swung behind her.

“She’s awesome,” Dustin turned to you and said. He was clearly amused by this exchange.

“She is,” You agreed with a nod, much to Steve’s dismay.

“She is not! She verbally abuses me on a daily basis.”

You and Dustin looked at each other and laughed at this, eliciting an eye roll from Steve.

“Ha ha. Yeah, yuck it up. My pain is so hilarious,” He grumbled.

“Okay, drama queen. Relax,” You said with another laugh. “I’ll let you two catch up. I gotta get to work. Dustin, let me know if you need a ride home later.”

“I will. Thanks, Y/N.”

“Bye! Play…”

“Nice. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know,” Steve interrupted you to finish your sentence, used to you scolding him and Robin for their treatment of each other. “See you later, Y/N.”

At the end of the night after you helped close up the theater, you walked through the dark, deserted mall on your way to your car. You assumed that Dustin had gotten a ride home with Steve and you were about to go home when you saw that the lights were still on at Scoops Ahoy. You let yourself into the back room to see what was going on.

Robin, Steve, and Dustin froze and stared at you, the only sound in the room the creaking of the swinging door.

You looked around at them to try to figure out what you had stumbled into. Robin had a Russian dictionary in her hand, and her whiteboard that once kept tally of Steve’s several failed attempts at picking up women was now covered with Russian characters and phrases that didn’t make any sense.

“What… the hell?” You asked quietly.

“Uh… we can explain,” Dustin said.

“Okay? I’m listening.”

“We decoded a Russian transmission that Dustin picked up on his super walkie while trying to talk to his girlfriend who may or may not exist,” Steve said nonchalantly, his hands on his hips.

“His… what? Is this a practical joke? Are you guys messing with me?”

“We didn’t even know you were still here, why would we be messing with you?” Dustin asked.

You rolled your eyes at him and let the bag that was hanging off of your shoulder fall to the floor with a sad “thump.”

“I’m sorry, so when I asked what you’d been up to, you didn’t think to let me know that you intercepted a secret Russian transmission?”

“I didn’t wanna tell you in case it turned out to be nothing!”

“But you could tell Steve?”

“I’m sorry, are you actually mad that he didn’t involve you in this? You should be grateful,” Steve argued.

He was kind of right, but you still couldn’t help feeling offended.

“Hey! I’m standing right here!” Dustin whined. “And don’t act like you don’t love this. Your life is so boring now.”

“Dude!”

“Okay, okay. Everybody shut up! My head hurts from having to do all of this work for you shitheads!” Robin interrupted, rubbing her temples.

“I’m sorry, Robin, you translated a Russian transmission?” You asked her with an eyebrow raised.

“You don’t have to act so surprised…”

“I’m not, I just… I can’t believe you let them rope you into this.”

“I was…bored,” She shrugged.

You shook your head at her and walked over to the whiteboard to try to make sense of what was written on it.

“The week is long

The silver cat feeds

When blue meets

Yellow in the west.”

“What does this even mean?” You couldn’t help asking, even though you really didn’t want to know.

“We don’t know. That’s what we were just trying to figure out,” Dustin answered.

“Well, clearly we’re not going to figure it out tonight, so let’s get out of here. I’m beat,” Robin said, throwing her Russian dictionary onto the table behind her.

You stared at the whiteboard for a little while longer as everybody collected their things, then walked over to get your bag off of the floor before following them out.

“I mean, it just… It just can’t be right,” Steve said as he closed the rolling gate of the storefront and locked it.

“It’s right,” Robin said in defense of her Russian language skills.

“Honestly,” Dustin shrugged, “I think it’s great news.”

“How is this great news? I mean, so much for being American heroes. It’s total nonsense,” Steve snorted and began to walk away.

“It’s not nonsense. It’s too specific. It’s obviously a code,” Dustin argued.

“Right, obviously…” You mumbled, not appreciating his know-it-all tendencies arising again. You followed them grumpily with your arms crossed.

“What do you mean, a code?” Steve questioned him.

“Like a super secret spy code.”

“That’s a total stretch!”

“I don’t know…” Robin interrupted their bickering. “Is it?”

“You’re buying into this?” Steve asked her in shock. You were taken aback, too.

“Listen, just for kicks, let’s entertain the possibility that it is a secret Russian transmission. What’d you think they were gonna say, ‘Fire the warhead at noon?’ And my translation is correct. I know that for sure, so… ‘The silver cat feeds.’ Why would anyone talk like that unless they were trying to mask the true meaning of their message?”

“Exactly!” Dustin agreed gleefully.

“And why would anyone wanna mask the true meaning of their message unless the message was somehow sensitive?” She continued.

“Exactly,” Dustin repeated, clearly thrilled that someone was finally on the same level of intellect as him.

“So I guess that confirms your suspicion.”

“Evil Russians,” Dustin agreed.

“I can’t believe I’m about to agree with this strange child, but, yeah, totally. Evil Russians,” She said with a chuckle. Steve smiled back at her in understanding.

You couldn’t believe how happy this was making her.

“So how do we crack it?” Dustin asked Robin.

“Well, I guess we translate the rest and hopefully a pattern emerges.”

They went back and forth with ideas about what the code could mean, but you tuned them out. Of course Robin had finally shed her walls at the exact moment yours were being built back up. You were completely disinterested in participating in another quest. You craved the typical laziness of summertime after the drama of the past eight months.

As they were talking, you noticed that Steve had peeled away from the group and you turned to see where he went.

“Where’s Steve?” Robin turned and asked at the exact same time.

You pointed silently at him as he stood by a mechanical horse ride and fished into his pockets for change.

“Hey, Steve!” Robin called to him. “What are you doing?”

“Uh, it’s a quarter…” He mumbled, ignoring her question. “I need… Do you have a quarter?”

“Sure you’re tall enough for that ride?” She teased as you all walked over to him, but he wasn’t having it.

“Quarter!” He yelled impatiently, making you all jump. Robin tossed one to him wordlessly.

He put it into the machine and the four of you watched him stare at it.

“You need help getting up, little Stevie?” She teased again, making Dustin laugh.

Steve shushed her aggressively.

“Would you just shut up and listen?”

You all obeyed and listened until Dustin had a revelation.

“Holy shit,” He muttered. “The music. The music!”

He squatted on the floor and reached into his backpack for his tape recorder, then pushed play.

“I don’t understand,” You sighed, slightly unnerved by the voice of the Russian man playing through the tiny speaker.

“It’s the exact same song on the recording,” Dustin explained.

“Maybe they have horses like this in Russia?” Robin offered.

“Indiana Flyer?” Steve scoffed. “I don’t think so. This code, it didn’t come from Russia. It came from here."

Your eyes widened, then you groaned and took a step away from them as this realization fully hit you. You buried your face in your hands.

“No. Hell, no. Absolutely not,” You yelled, unable to stop this explosion of emotions from escaping your mouth. “Not again. No more. What’s next? Aliens from outer space?!”

“‘More?’ What’s she talking about?” Robin interrogated Steve and Dustin.

“Nothing,” Steve muttered dismissively and pulled you to the side away from Robin and Dustin. “You good here, Y/N?”

“No. No, I am not good!” You hissed. “I leave you two alone for, what, eight hours? And now there are evil Russians in Hawkins? And you’ve brought Robin into this mess, too? I thought this shit was over. I thought things were gonna be normal from now on. I don’t want any part of this, okay?”

You wriggled out of his grip and backed away.

“I’m out!” You said loudly, putting your hands up in defeat. “Dustin, you good to ride home with Steve?”

He opened his mouth to object but you interrupted him.

“Good! See you around. Have fun with whatever this is!”

You spun around melodramatically and stomped off, trying to ignore Robin asking, “What’s wrong with her?”

You were fully prepared to go into full-on denial mode. In November, this all felt naively exciting and new to you. But after months and months of thinking about it and trying to ignore your nightmares, watching Joyce grieve Bob and Will struggle to return to himself, you realized that humdrum normalcy was the way to go. You could have been happy going between your two stupid jobs for the rest of your life, sneaking your younger friends into the movies and catching up with Steve and Robin at Scoops, getting the chance to sketch at work when things were slow. You had only just discovered the peace that came from this a month ago. It was still new. You weren’t ready for it to change.

So you put on your headphones and made your way to your car, deciding to let your friends take on this fight without you.

They probably wouldn't need you, anyways…Right?

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dcwnthercbbithcle · 9 months

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“plots please” 👀

send me “plots please” and I’ll respond with 3 (or more) interesting plots / relationships / connections I can think of for our muses! | ACCEPTING

HIIIIII BROZI 👀👀👀 Thank you for sending this in! I won't lie to you when I saw this was so hard to narrow down based on the sheer number of compatible interactions we would have for our characters!!

BECAUSE LIKE, the impulse monkey on my shoulder is telling me to throw EVERYTHING down to see which one of our blorbos maul each other like rabid animals and which ones get along nicely! Haha

ALSO SORRY IN ADVANCE FOR THE WALL OF TEXT, I don't know how it got this long and frankly I'm a little terrified!

POTENTIAL INTERACTION COMBINATIONS / INTERESTING DYNAMIC IDEAS

I spent a long time trying to hash out how to rank these, but please bare with me! I think ANY combination of muses could be fascinating to analyze given the sheer personality differences between muses.

In total my muses that have DBD centered AUs are: Sally Smithson / The Nurse (default verse), Evan Macmillan / The Trapper (default verse), Doe (default verse, original character), The Green Maiden (AU verse, original character), Jesse Cromeans / Chromeskull (AU verse)

So any of them would work with most of your muses! Though I will say Doe, my original character, additionally has verses for the TCM franchise, F13 & more general horror which could be fun to play with for your Thomas Hewitt, Bubba and or Jason muses!

It all, ultimately, depends on the sort of thread you're going for/dynamics you want to play with!

Sally is dread, she is sardonic, powerful and hateful. She's EXACTLY who you picture when you think of a 100+ year old ghost sealed away in the tomb of an old asylum that was host to insurmountable pain and exploitation. She's kind of death embodied to an extent, but that's a different conversation! There are moments of intense apathy, cruelty and hatred, it's not sadism but its more a thing she feels is justice. But there are equally moments of intense kindness and compassion as well.

Think of it like this, let's say Bubba got completely overwhelmed after a trial, snowballs thrown at him, stabbed by the survivors, flashbanged, just completely attacked on all angles. Sally would be a killer who would stop in an attempt to help him ground himself and calm down without hurting him any further. BUT at the same time, Sally is the sort of woman who would realize Dwight is hiding in a locker, and strangle one of his teammates outside of the door in his line of sight as a direct 'you deserve to see what your cowardice caused, I gave this one a clean death, I won't give you that,'

As a person, I would recommend Sally in threads with characters like Frank, Dwight, the Chainsaw bros or Mikey. I think she could be kind to Bubba and Tommy, but like, enemy on first sight with Michael and with Dwight and Frank, let's just say her bitterness would shiiiiine baybeee.

Evan, he's a funny guy, kind of an inverse of a character like Jason. He's big, strong, caked up brick wall of a man who is extremely intimidating. Rough, a bit coarse, abrupt and to the point, and aggressive but he's one of my more lighthearted characters. He really doesn't give a single solitary shit about the Entity and playing by her games, he's out here for him, so he's doing what he must to survive and overcome the trauma that's left him a shell of a person. He's good in action and aggression threads, he's not INSANELY powerful, but he's more willing to goof around than Sally with the big caveat that he's unwilling/unable to give those brief moments of intense compassion and care that Sally is.

Evan is a guy I would recommend for a thread with Frank, Mike, maybe Tommy and/or Jason. A thread between them could be a bit chaotic with the differing personalities but that's not a bad thing! It's interesting! Even though I think Evan may end up throwing Frank through a window at some point! Haha

And Doe, well, she's my token survivor character, but don't take that to mean she isn't developed and doesn't have a full personality of her own! Haha. Doe excels in many things, she's resourceful, clever, fox-like, sly & sweet. She wears her heart on her sleeve and feels with every fiber of her person. Really she's a scream queen in every respect. But her big thing is that she is COWARDLY, she is cowardly, shaped by her fear and all of her perks and even her backstory hinged on this.

She was relatively normal growing, born into a small family in Vancouver, but faced terrifying visions of her many, many gruesome deaths from an early age. Traumatized her, anxiety disorder, but as always she ran away from it mentally, repressing it. Grew up, aspirations to be one of the big names on the cusp of the computer age. Extremely into programming and engineering, wanted to be a pioneer and a business woman but you need money to do that. Got a dead end job at a mall and finished one evening, went outside, became involved in a murder. Saw everything, cowardice took over and she left the victim to their fate and fled. Victim went missing, her trying to tell authorities did nothing, guilt and a mental breakdown from the repressed trauma came back. She ran away, terrified she would be killed next. Got killed, lost her name, most of her memories & in a cosmic punishment is now trapped in the hell she witnessed premonitions of throughout her childhood. Now forever running in place, fighting to survive, not knowing she's already dead, nameless and largely forgotten and facing all the deaths that kept her up at night.

Despite this doom and gloom, she's actually one of my lightest, funnest characters! She's a freak (affectionate) and a weirdo (loving), she's eccentric and a little off center but she hates her cowardice. She wants to live not shaped by her terror and to OWN her deaths, y'know? Like, she'll die anyways, she wants to be in control of the show and when she bows out. For this reason I consider her a bit more of a long haul / plot driven character that's great for slow burn character changing plot! But given she's 80s, bubbly, scream queen weirdo, she'd be just as fun in one offs too!

I also have like,,, 500 different verses for her too, so she could easily be slotted in ANYWHERE with any of your characters, but she is, uhhh, she is a lot and a bit more sad than my other characters!

PLOTS

I WON'T LIE TO YOU BROZI, there are so many potential plots it's not even funny. Modern AU for Sally has a bit of a crossover with Frank (albeit centered around Frank when I played him) WHICH I WOULD LOVE TO EXPLORE. Something about Sally and Mikey as they have very similar yet such very very different backgrounds, etc. Evan and Jason forming the 'complex feelings about all feelings of friendship being corrupted by cruelty and weird feelings about not having present familial figures' etc etc.

It might be a bit better to message me directly about certain character combinations for ideas! Haha. I'd feel terrible if I dumped more walls of text on top of you! OH ALSO!! Even though it's unpolished, I'd love to burst out Doe's carrd so you could look over the different verses to see if you'd like to play around with any of them!! Either way, don't hesitate to hit me up and don't be a stranger! I am bursting with ideas!!

RELATIONSHIPS + CONNECTIONS

OOOOOOOH, not to be too presumptuous but I've love to play with some of the canon dynamics, if it'd be alright with you!

For instance, Trapper and the dislike of all Dwights, which was made canon in the Hooked On You game which is allowed... sometimes! It's hit and miss with me and I can't forgive the fact they haven't given us the swimsuit skin for Trapper yet! Haha.

But also some more theoretical ones, things like potential uneasiness on Dwight's account given the fact Doe spent so long as a theoretical person, running from the other survivors as though they were killers. Stuff like that!! You certainly don't have to BUT I LIVE FOR PRIOR CONNECTIONS AND PLOTTED SHIPS, romantic and otherwise!

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shadowrmidnight · 11 months

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Keep Your Eyes Only On Me

Togrkey

(@tired-writer-in-progress x Ace Markey)

Togo was minding her own buisiness, sitting at the fountain in the middle of hope's peak. She was in the middle of a writters block for her latest novel, death in the spot night. The protagonist, Angelina, was a makeup artist for a theartre where one of the members ended up dying rather mysteriously. The death was pinned on the understudy of that actor, but there's ment to be more to then meets the eye.

What realy happened was that the actress and her understudy found out about the shady dealings of the lead actor, Angelina's bff. This was because they possessed the same ghost abilities as Angelina. The ghosts helped gather evidence.

The problem was in the current scene, the protagonist was supposed to meat the second of the two love interests. While there were two, Togo didn't want to make it annoying and have Angelina spend her time wondering who to get with. There needed to be balance, make it obvious who she'd end up with while keeping a small opening for the other interest.

I need a motivation walk. she thought, putting away her laptop. The weather today was a bit warm so she wore a red tank top, a pair of dark denim shorts, a pair of blak gladiator sandals a black smartwatch and a black hoodie around her waist. with her laptop snug in her dark leather backpack she set off for a strole down town.

It was a summer sunday afternoon so there weren't too many people, but many ice-cream and frozen desserts in season.

A snack would do me some good, especially when I get to eat sugary food! My hard working brain needs it anyway. She decided, entering a small dessert shop.

"Wellcome miss, what can I get for you taday?" A boy, about the same age as Togo greeted her as she came in.

The amount of desserts before her nearly caused her mouth to water. How can I choose just one!?

As if reading her mind, the boy gestered to a poster with the words summer special on it. "In honor for the summer we have summer berry waffles. A must recomend!"

Just as the demon queen was about to answer, a muscular arm made its way across her shoulders. "I think we'll have 2, and 2 mango smoothies too."

Looking over her shoulder, about to throw the arm owner across the room, the queen came face to face with her king.

"Ace?!" Exclaimed the brinette, "when did you get here?"

"Just now, I saw a certain beauty admiring some treats," his voice was clear as he slowly moved his hands to hug his girlfriend from behind. Resting his head on Togo's head.

Content in their current position, Togo closed her eyes, oblivious to the daggers the two boys were throwing each other.

Ace lead Togo to a seat next to the window, the summer light brightening her features in its radient light. And her man wasn't the only one to see. The unnamed worker also wanted a piece.

After a bit of chatting a tray was placed between the two. "Here you go, 2 summer berry waffles and 2 mango smoothies", only smiling in the writters direction.

"Thank you sir-"

"Mike", the boring dude cut her off. "Call me Mike", and gave Togo a piece of paper before walking away.

"Okay...?" Well that was weird. She thought as she opened up the paper to reveal a phone number.

Ace seemed to have a hunch on what was written on the paper and took action. "Man it realy is hot today", and that action ment taking his shirt off to reveal his toned abbs. Even Mikey- I mean Mike couldn't help but stare.

Hot damn my man is ripped! Please take me now! Togo looked away to stop herself from getting a nosebleed she's sure is coming up. This caused Mike to go green with envy over his single life. How was he supposed to compete with that?

The playful smirk on Ace's face made it so obvious how aware he was of the affect he had on everyone around. Leaning in, he lowly whispered into the brunette's ear.

"Keep your eyes only on me"

#mod srm #mod talks #togo #togo x ace #ace markey #togkery #jealousy #I'm such a great friend #fanbulance #ace x oc #danganronpa despair time #definitely didn't make this to bully togo #someone call the fanspital for togo #she gonna need it

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naussensei · 2 years

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Scaffolding (A teacher’s AU)

As smooth as the rest of the class went, Levi was relieved it was over. His throat wasn’t sore from yelling anymore, but resisting the urge to throw the kids or himself out the window was exhausting.

When the bell rang announcing the next period, Levi headed towards the court to enjoy the fresh air- perhaps a little too fresh for his taste, but better than the musty air of the crowded teacher’s lounge at noon.

Levi sat with his book, relaxing on a bench - the only bench available - and watched a group of students follow Mike into the court. Curious, he set his book aside, and accommodated in his seat to watch. He had no interest in sports, generally, but when Mike placed a set of soccer nets on the court, Levi couldn’t look away.

As Levi watched the students stretch, he felt the sudden urge to get up and sprint across the court as he once used to. Dribbling, tackling, giggling with his friends; his feet itching to touch a ball again, a nostalgic smile on his face.

“Please Mr. Z! “ He heard Armin cry from afar. “I don’t want to be goalie again! I don’t want another ball in my face! Jean always hits too hard!”

Mike took a step forward, sharp eyes narrowing at him with spite, and the boy stiffened. Armin’s eyes shut hard as Mike sniffed him.

“I can smell your fear,” Mike growled loudly, making Armin jump in his place. “I don’t like cowards, they’re unreliable. How will your team trust you?”

“But-,”

“Bench, Arlert. Now.”

Levi watched Armin take a seat, observing the match with glassy eyes from the bench. The expression of disappointment on his face seemed rather familiar, and Levi dug into his memories until he recalled who it was that he reminded him of. Unlike Levi, Furlan never shared his talent for soccer.

He was about to open his book again when he heard a set of footsteps approaching; he turned to find Erwin walking his way with a paper cup in each hand.

Taking a seat by his side, Erwin handed Levi a cup, and they were both wrapped in the warm and relaxing scent of coffee.

“Thanks,” Levi said, his voice somewhat shy, and both their gazes fixed on the court to watch the soccer match in silence for a while.

Levi winced at the sight of Mike scolding a student, and asked without taking his eyes away from them, “is he always so harsh?”

“Mike has… his own way of doing things,” Erwin chuckled awkwardly, then took a sip from his coffee, “we all have different teaching styles, right?”

“I guess…” Levi agreed, although he couldn’t possibly think what his own style was. Mike was harsh, but the students seemed to like him. Levi, on the other hand… Levi knew how taking a strict attitude with the students had gone for him in his first week.

He was so focused on his own thoughts about this that he didn’t pay any mind to the blazing hot coffee steaming on his tongue.

“Let’s have dinner tonight...” Erwin blurted out without a warning.

Levi slurped a sip of coffee, the boiling hot liquid stinging his tongue, nearly choking him. He spat it all out.

“What?” His voice nearly inaudible.

“I’m asking you on a date.”

“Erwin, I-”

Levi’s sight suddenly faded to black, he almost thought he would faint. But it was when a pulsating pain burned on his face and his body landed on the cold ground that Levi realized a ball had smashed his face. His sight went pitch-black.

“Shit! Mr. Ackerman!”

“Lee!”

“Levi!”

Erwin’s voice was the last thing Levi heard.

Link to AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34050205/chapters/84697969#workskin

#eruri #erwin x levi #rivaeru #eruri au #eruri fanfic

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marypsue · 2 years

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for the ask game: whichever you're DYING to be asked but nobody has yet 😉

Oooh, I don't know if there's one I've been dying to be asked. I'm going to take this opportunity, though, to do this one again:

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

Have a sample from tam lin's twin, the third and last part in the robber bridegroom and other stories!

...

“You are going to be in so much trouble if Mom finds out about this,” Nancy says, sort of absent-mindedly, as she works her fingers under the lip of the window set high in the red-brick wall, the window that leads into what she assures Mike is the seventh-grade girls’ bathroom. Her breath leaves little white puffs in the crackling air with every word.

“She’s not going to find out,” Mike says.

“Unless Nancy tells,” Lucas says, sounding worried. He hadn’t been thrilled about Mike inviting Nancy along, and Mike gets it. But also, Nancy’s still taller than any of them are, and that’s turning out to be an asset right now. And, Mike never would’ve known that somebody broke the latch on this window so that girls could sneak cigarettes in the bathroom without setting off the smoke alarm if Nancy hadn’t told him.

“She can’t tell,” Dustin says, with blithe confidence. “Because she helped. She’ll get in trouble too. It’s mutually assured destruction.”

Lucas rolls his eyes hugely, throwing his head back to groan in the back of his throat.

“Got it,” Nancy says, abruptly focused back on the real world again. There’s a shriek of rust and a short shower of flakes of powder-blue paint when she forces the window all the way up. Nancy eyeballs the space left behind with a frown. “Do you really think one of you can fit through there?”

Dustin beams like he’s just won an Olympic gold medal, puffing out his pigeon chest. “Step aside, and let the professional work.”

He has to ask Nancy to step up to the window again to give him a boost up, and then to give him a push when he gets stuck halfway through. But not twenty minutes after Nancy forces the window, Dustin’s letting the rest of the Party in through the side door by the gym. The three of them – plus Nancy – creep through the darkened halls, careful not to make too much noise, shushing each other at every squeak of wet winter-boot soles against the lino or cough or sneeze or – crinkle of candy-bar wrapper, thanks, Dustin. The school is creepy when it’s empty, every sound magnified, the only light the dim red glow cast by the EXIT signs and the muddy yellow circle of the flashlight Mike’s carrying, throwing sharp shadows out behind anything it touches. In the eerie, hushed silence, even loud breathing echoes like it’s filling the whole world.

The door to the A/V room is locked. Luckily, the door to the science room isn’t. Even more luckily, the spare key to the A/V room is still hanging in the side of the bottom left drawer of Mr. Clarke’s desk. The A/V room itself doesn’t have any windows, and when Mike twists the key in the lock and pushes the door open, it’s like looking deep into a well full of liquid darkness for the handful of seconds before his fingers, groping along the wall, find the lightswitch and flick it on. It’s silly, but he can all too easily imagine that darkness oozing out around the opening door, pooling around their feet, rising to swallow their ankles. It’s a relief when the overhead fluorescents buzz to greenish, protesting life.

Nancy stands with her back to a rack of camcorder equipment, hugging her elbows with the flashlight clutched like a club in one hand, while the Party get the ham set powered up and running. She wouldn’t have been Mike’s first choice, or his second. Or even his seventh. But he’s kind of glad she’s here, anyway, with her eyes fixed sharply on the door.

She’s just started to ask, “What’s supposed to -” when the speakers crackle with a sudden blare of static and feedback, a shrieking whine with a rumbling growl underneath it that makes Nancy wince and Lucas, who’s sitting closest so he can hail Will over the microphone, clap his hands over his ears.

The feedback and static don’t totally die away. But they do fade back enough that the voice that’s yelling underneath the noise can be made out.

Will’s voice.

“Guys? Guys?”

“Oh my god, you were right,” Nancy says, apparently to nobody in particular, her eyes growing wider as she watches the ham set like she thinks it’ll bite.

Lucas, on the other hand, has pounced back on the microphone, jumping halfway out of the rolling office chair in his excitement. It rattles away backwards under the force of his movement, and bounces off the wall with a thump as Lucas yells back into the microphone. “Will! Will, are you there? Can you hear us?”

“Where are you?” Mike adds, leaning over Lucas’ shoulder so the microphone can pick up his voice, too. “What’s going on? Are you okay?”

“We’re coming to get you!” Dustin adds, a tentative smile starting to bloom across his face. “We’ve been looking for you! We knew something wasn’t right!”

It’s hard to make out Will’s voice, through the feedback whine. But Mike thinks he sounds close to tears. “You guys…you got my messages?”

“Parts of them,” Mike says. He doesn’t have the heart to tell Will no. “We never gave up on you, Will. We all knew something was wrong that first Sunday, when you didn’t call. We’ve been looking, trying to get somebody to listen, ever since -”

The feedback shrieks again, high and piercing and loud, cutting Mike off. When it dies back again, Will’s partway through a sentence. And he doesn’t sound anywhere near as happy to hear his friends have been looking for him as Mike would’ve expected. “- telling people?”

The Party share a look.

“Sorry, Will, we’re getting really bad feedback here,” Lucas says into the microphone. “Could you say that again?”

“You guys have been talking to people about me?” Will says, over another swell of static. Mike thinks, again, that he sounds close to tears, but this time, not in a happy way. “Telling people you think something bad happened to me?”

“Yeah?” Mike offers, after a second or two of helpless silent deliberation. He winces at a screech from the speakers, but keeps going. “Our parents, Nancy…we tried to tell Hopper, and he said he’d look into it, but it’s been more than a month now and we still haven’t heard -”

The speaker noise fades almost to silence, for the first time since Will started speaking. In the sudden hush, his words, low and quiet and ominous, ring like church bells.

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

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#chatter #this is mary's fic tag #stranger things #tam lin's twin

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trulyumai · 2 months

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oh, baby.

—pairing: eddie munson / reader

—synopsis: sick of the rules your boyfriend eddie put in place, you try to seek him out during school hours. only he isn’t quite accepting as you had hoped.

—warnings: eddie being an asshole briefly. he’s so soft for reader tho.

this was a request, thank you anonymous.

enjoy!

Part two!

Eddie and you had a rule. Something he was super, super serious about.

No touching, kissing, or talking during school hours. It wasn’t his choice. Well, it was. But it was for your own good! Or that’s what he told you.

Everyday, you would cross by each other, not a glance to be spared. Hell, you even shared last period with him but the man paid you no mind. With his feet plastered above the desk, Eddie would glance out the window, occasionally throwing comments here and there trying to be funny to his group members.

You hated it.

But the man didn’t see a problem with it. He would be all over you in the after hours, smooching and hugging your form like he hadn’t blatantly ignored you for half the day. You knew he wanted to be helpful. Save your, “reputation,” or whatever the hell was important. But it wasn’t easy. You missed him and his goofy jokes, how he hung his arms around your frame and whispered little compliments here and there.

So that’s why today, you were gonna sit at the infamous lunch table with him.

Already with your lunchbox in hand, you began your way over, slightly nervous with sweaty palms you paid the confused glances (from your friends) no mind.

Today, you would be with your Eddie.

Stopping at the front of the table, Eddie looked up from his book, almost dropping it when he saw who had entered the vicinity.

‘What on earth was his little doe eyed girl doing here, of all places? ’

Mike and Dustin looked up just in time to see you smile shyly at the curly haired man. Open mouthed, Dustin raised a brow to his older friends’ direction.

“Um— you lost, princess?” Eddie shuffled uncomfortably. His fingers played with the loose hems around his shirt and his knee incessantly bounced up, down, up down.

Squinting, you didn’t miss a beat.

“No… I was actually hoping to sit with you guys!”

Placing your lunch upon the table, you began to move towards an open seat before Eddie bolted up. Startling not only you, but the other table mates.

“That’s a good one. Buuuut, I think your type of friends are aaactually over there,” with an open hand, Eddie gestured to the cheerleaders, who laughed on about their own jokes and stories. “Actually it’s here.” You persisted, dusting off the green skirt that lay above your knees. Finally sitting down you glanced at the other members. “So… what were you guys talking about?”

Mike was about to answer, bring up how DnD has been rising in popularity but Eddie beat him to it.

With a slam of his fist, the table sounded out. A slam echoed, harsh and loud. Reverberating off the cement walls of the cafeteria, gaining the attention of nearby students.

“Girly, the answers a no. I know that might be hard to grasp for someone like you.” He laughed, it was dry— mean. “But that’s just how it is. Now if you would be so kind—

“Why are you being like this?” Over it entirely, your arms crossed over your chest. Usually such an action would be so cute in Eddies eyes.

But he was desperate— scared, for you.

Another dry chuckle left the man’s lips as he shook his head. He tried to get you to see, to show the desperation in his eyes, but you were making it so hard.

“I’m not being like anything. We’re freaks. You’re a goody two shoes, end of discussion.”

“So you don’t wanna be with me?” You challenged, already grabbing at your skirt with tight fists.

Please. Eddie thought. Just leave sweetheart.

He would explain himself after, you guys could cuddle—watch a movie!

But instead of giving you honey laced words, the man only shook your sorrowful gaze off. And sealed the conversation with a solid lock to the jaw.

“I wouldn’t be caught dead with you, sweetheart.” Automatically the air shifted. Miked sucked in a breath and Dustin couldn’t be more under the bench.

Eddie knew he went too far, wanted to reach out right then and there and kiss you. Say he’s sorry.

But how could you know?

Tears sprung from your eyes, furiously grabbing your lunch you shoved everything back in. With a last glance at Eddie, your lips jutted out. A habit you made when something irked you, signaling for Eddie to console you or give you those little candies you love so much.

“You’re an asshole.” Bolting up from the group, you didnt look back. Instead, went directly for your friends who had been keeping tabs on you the whole time.

They grouped around you when you reached them, rubbing light hands on your back, whispering how awful those idiots were.

And Eddie could do nothing but watch. Watch as someone else comforted his girl from the words that left his own mouth in the first place.

“That was harsh dude.” Mike spoke, idly poking his fork at the veggies that had went cold on his styrofoam plate.

“Whatever.” God did Eddie feel miserable. Your little tear stricken face left him so angry with himself.

Opening his book once more he tried to think of ways to make you happy again, and a proper way to apologize without coming off as an asshole.

He would do it tonight, be at your window with little pebbles and an arm full of candy. With an apology ready to go, spilling from his lips.

Because the man is sorry. He’s never felt like such an asshole.

The bell rang, signaling for students to return to their class. You left Eddies sight before he could blink and the man sunk in his chair.

Surely his plan would work… right?

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goddessofchaosposts · 10 months

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Hi!! You asked for feedback, so I'm giving it, and please don't take offense!! I'm simply trying to give you tips

Really the only thing I have to say is dialogue. I saw you used

Character A:

Instead of using quotations. This is typically a big put off for some people, including myself. I understand that quotations can be confusing, so here's a few things to note.

1. When you use a dialogue tag (he said, she asked, they muttered) the sentance will always end with a comma unless you are using a question mark or exclamation mark. When you don't use a dialogue tag, you will just use a period.

Ex.

"I really don't know what you're talking about," she said.

"I really don't know what you're talking about." She laughed and faced away from him.

2. Don't repeat the same dialogue tags too often. Seeing 'he said' over and over again gets repetitive and boring. Switch it up every now and then. Use words like breathed, shouted, spoke, etc. They add more flavor to the writing. You can find a good list of different tags here. Another tip is to break up your dialogue with actions in between.

"If you're not going to listen, then leave," he said.

"I am listening," she said.

"Clearly not. I can see you staring out the window," he said.

Vs.

"If you're not going to listen, then leave," he said pointedly, frustration clear in his tone. He crossed his arms and shook his head.

"I am listening," she replied, still not turning to face him.

He huffed in disbelief. "Clearly not. I can see you staring out the window."

3. If there are multiple people of the same gender/who use the same pronouns speaking at a given time, be sure to specify the person. It gets really confusing for the readers, even if it makes sense to you as the author.

"Have you read Mike Smith's new book? It's amazing!" She gushed, holding up the book.

"No, not yet," she replied. "Don't spoil anything!"

"Don't worry, my lips are sealed. If you don't already have it, you should hurry, because I heard that it's selling out everywhere." She sat down across from her and set the book on the table.

Vs.

"Have you read Mike Smith's new book? It's amazing!" Anna gushed, holding up the book.

"No, not yet," Leah replied. "Don't spoil anything!"

"Don't worry, my lips are sealed. If you don't already have it, you should hurry, because I heard that it's selling out everywhere." Anna sat down across from her friend and set the book on the table.

4. This is more of a style preference, so it's not that important, but I thought I'd throw it in anyway. Sometimes dialogue tags can get repetitive and at some point you may just stop reading them and skip to the next text. A good way to avoid this is to just do dialogue by itself or have that character do actions. Only use the first option when it's clear who is speaking.

5. Whenever a new character speaks, a new paragraph starts. This is pretty self explanatory, just watch how many times you do this and how much dialogue and description you're putting in to one paragraph. Too little can lead to the screen looking empty and too much can lead to the lines seeming to bleed together with no break. This is a hard balance to master that I myself haven't gotten, so don't stress it too much.

I hope this helps and wasn't too wordy! I look forward to seeing what all you create and how you grow as a writer 🫶🫶

Thank you so much for your help. I'm trying something new with this whole Tumblr writing thing. This was not offensive but very helpful. I greatly appreciate you.

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cheeto-pocket · 2 years

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Sooooo Will Byers. I love him the normal, good amount, which is all of the love on the world, as everyone should. I just want my boy to be happyyyy 😭 hopefully the duffer brothers get their shit together for season 5 and give him more of a role than gay and sad with unrequited feelings for an asshole 🙄 my boy deserves appreciation and more stage time and unconditional support and love. Gay ppl can and deserve to be happy too!!!

I had a lot of fun drawing him hddghd as have I will El, who I might have in another post bc I love them as siblings, we shall see-

#will byers #stranger things #fanart #digital art #procreate #my boyyyyy #he deserves happiness #give him happiness #and throw mike out a window please and thank you

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spoodrm4n · 2 years

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Locked Out

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none! unless you count sassy will byers

Summary: Steve and El get locked out at movie night and the kids bully you into admitting your crush.

Word Count: 1.1K

Steve pounded on the door to his own house, El standing awkwardly beside him as he threw profanities at the door.

“How do I get locked out of my own house?” He groaned, running a hand through his hair. You and the rest of the kids were inside and in the basement of his house, awaiting the start of movie night. Steve had volunteered to go pick El up from Hopper’s and you had stayed here with the rest of the kids, making sure that they got along and didn’t break anything. “Come on guys! Dammit!”

“Is there a window?” El suggested as Steve continued to beat the door down.

“No. They’re all locked from the inside. And they’re in the basement anyway, so no windows.” He sighed, giving up on the door.

“I can see what they’re doing. Maybe one of them will come upstairs and I can tell you when they’re coming?” El shrugged, trying to appease the older boy beside her.

“Sure, sure. Tell me what you see, E.” He patted her on the shoulder and she smiled at the nickname, sitting down on the front step of his house. He sat down beside her as she closed her eyes, leg bouncing impatiently.

…

“You guys we can’t start the movie until Steve is back with El!” You groaned, snatching the remote from Mike’s hand before he could hit play.

“He won’t be back for another 20 minutes tops! What are we supposed to do?” Dustin whined, drowning out Mike’s protests and sinking back farther into the couch.

“We could talk about Steve.” Max smirked, sending a wink in your direction.

“Steve? Why Steve?” Lucas furrowed his eyebrows and Max slapped him on the shoulder.

“Because Y/N has a massive crush on him.” She replied, tone almost annoyed at Lucas for not realizing.

“You have a crush on Steve?” Dustin yelled, jumping up from his spot on the couch.

“No! Of course not! Max doesn’t know what she’s talking about,” you stared Max down, silently threatening her to keep her mouth shut.

“No, you definitely have a crush on Steve. It’s blatantly obvious.” Your head snapped in Will’s direction. His tone had dripped with sass and the look on his face was even worse.

“William Byers!” You threw a pillow that had fallen off of the couch and by your feet at his face as he cackled at you.

“How long?” Dustin demanded from across the room, arms crossed and lips turned down. The kid clearly wasn’t pleased to be sharing his friend.

“Guys, come on, I do not like—“

“Bullshit!” You blinked at the kids in front of you as their voices melded together.

“Okay, language,” you started, shifting forward in the recliner that you had sat in. “And maybe since sophomore year.” You mumbled the last part, awkwardly scratching the back of your neck and avoiding eye contact with them.

“Y/N, that was four years ago.” Mike reiterated as if you already didn’t know that information.

“Yes, thank you, Micheal. I can count.” You deadpanned and Will, who was sitting beside Mike, hit Mike in the chest with the pillow you had thrown at him.

“Have you told him yet?” Lucas asked, leaning his elbows on his knees.

“Pshh, no way. The guy goes on a date every week. And we’ve been best friends since we were little kids— it would ruin our dynamic.” You motioned with your hands, trying to explain the difficult situation to the group of 9th graders.

“You’re an idiot.” You scoffed at Max, wishing you had another pillow to throw at her.

“I am not!” You defended, crossing your arms over your chest. You were extremely tired of getting insulted by teenagers.

“You kinda are. Steve talks about you twenty four-seven. The guy is obsessed with you,” Dustin rolled his eyes, picking at a loose thread on the couch.

“He talks about me?” You were dumbfounded.

“Yeah, to anyone and everyone that will listen. He practically worships the ground you walk on.” Dustin explained further.

“Oh.” Was all you could say as you pondered the idea of Steve talking about you frequently. It made you smile.

“Speaking of Steve, where the hell is he? He should definitely be back by now.” Will thought aloud. You nodded your head, silently agreeing with the boy. Your eyes widened in realization as you forgot a small, tiny, itty-bitty detail.

You had locked the door after he left.

“Shit!” You were leaping out of your seat and up the stairs, pushing open the basement door, a trail of ‘watch your language’ echoing behind you. You jogged over to the front door and unlocked it, throwing it open to be met with a grinning El and a red-faced Steve.

“Shit, I’m sorry! I totally forgot I locked the door after you left and I was downstairs and what’s wrong? Why do you look upset? Are you really that mad at me?” You rambled as El moved to walk into the house.

“I will leave the both of you alone for a moment.” El smiled at you both as she walked in, shutting the door behind her.

“Steve?” You tried again, still receiving no response.

“I have a crush on you too.” You gawked at him, eyes going wide and jaw going slack.

“You what?” You almost laughed, completely confused.

“I’ve had a crush on you ever since freshman year.” He admitted, cheeks still pink and deep, brown eyes focused on you.

“Steve— where? How?” You sputtered, fumbling for a coherent sentence. You were about to ask more questions but then his lips were on yours. It took you a moment before you were kissing him back, eyes fluttering shut and hands gripping his biceps. His hands found your waist and pulled you closer, hips touching.

You stayed that way for a moment, drinking each other in before he pulled away.

“We were stuck outside and El used her powers to see where you guys were and she told me what you said and I’m an idiot for not saying anything sooner.” You furrowed your eyebrows and stuck an accusing finger in his chest.

“So you spied on me.” You dumbed it down, sending him an unimpressed look.

“I mean, you did lock us out. Of my own house, might I add,” he grabbed the hand that was pointing at his chest and interlaced your fingers. “So I’d say we’re even.”

“I dunno, I think you’d have to kiss me again for you to be forgiven.” You smiled up at him, face feigning innocence.

“If you say so,” he chuckled, hands cupping your cheeks and meeting you halfway. You couldn’t keep from smiling into the kiss, actually glad that some 9th graders had bullied you into spilling your feelings.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington #steve harrington fic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fluff

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darling-i-read-it · 2 years

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Off In 10

Billy Hargrove x Byers!fem!reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: illusions to smut, serious making out lmao, angry hopper and joyce being awkward mom for a second

Author’s Note: writing for billy revives me EVERY time. That mf. I love and miss him so dearly

Requested: by anon, Heyyy gurl, long time no see! Fr I missed your blog. can I please request a scene where Billy Hargrove and the Byers!reader are making out in his car at night in the middle of nowhere, Hopper finds them, gets pissed and drives the reader back home to Joyce? Thank you so muchhh

Summary: the request!

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

Billy’s lips were addicting. Lots of girls in Hawkins could concur with that statement. He had kissed a whole bunch of them. But he would be lying if he said yours weren’t his favorite. He wasn’t sure if it was because you were Jonathan Byers older sister (by only a year). It also could just be the way your hair felt between his fingers, or the way you smiled when he showed up like you really truly wanted to see him.

You knew you should just go into the pool but it was so easier to have access to Billy’s face when you were in his car. Sometimes you were convinced he had bought the car and immediately adjusted the seats so they were leaning back a bit, perfect angle for kissing. He could take your breath away with his lips. You found yourself smiling into the kiss, half giggling at how happy he made you.

“Hmm?” he grunted in question.

“I just really like kissing you,” you whispered, lips touching as you spoke. “It’s such a nice pass time.”

“More than a pass time,” he promised, leaving you chaste kisses between his words.

“You’re right,” you said, voice breathless. Billy had to go into work and you had to take his car back to his house to get Max. You were the only person he trusted with the keys.

Jim Hopper was dropping El and Will off at the pool. He was kind of annoyed that he had to do it but Joyce was busy back home and he wasn’t going to push. Plus, he was just happy it was Will she was hanging out with and not Mike. She could use a bit of fun that didn’t involve that piece of shit. Hopper pulled up beside Billy’s car and unlocked the doors.

“Watch El,” Hopper said to Will as he slid out of the car. Will rolled his eyes.

“She can watch herself.”

“The pool is deep,” he argued.

“I’m tall,” Eleven promised.

It was Will who saw you. He was the only out of the three that could notice you by the back of your head. Also you were wearing one of your favorite shirts and he knew it by heart. You were leaning over the middle counsel and your tongue was very much down Billy Hargrove’s throat.

“What?” Hopper asked when he noted Will was pausing by the backdoor. Hopper leaned over the driver seat right when you were pulling away from Billy to breathe.

And then Jim Hopper saw red.

Billy fuckin Hargrove. Billy fucking Hargrove.

He jumped out of his car, trying to breathe deeply, pretty much failing. Will quickly shuffled aside beside El who was standing at the front of Hopper’s truck. Hopper knocked harshly on the passenger window. You jumped, Billy’s hand sliding out from under your shirt which just made the situation much worse.

Your eyes went wide when you saw Hopper.

“Shit,” you breathed.

Your time of hiding Billy was over.

“Get out of the car,” Hopper said but you could only see his lips moving angrily. You turned to Billy.

“Run. Go. Run inside. Use Will as cover.” You opened up the passenger door but Billy stayed put, never one to listen to what he was told.

“Hey Hop.”

“Don’t ‘hey Hop’ me,” he said, teeth gritted. “You were swapping spit with Billy fucking Hargrove. Now is not the time to ‘hey Hop’ me.” You knew this day would come eventually. Billy got out of the car, throwing his arm on the top of his car.

“Hey Sheriff.”

Hopper stared at Billy like he could kill him with his eyes. He was clenching his fists, holding himself together solely because he was the sheriff and he couldn’t beat a teenager to a pulp.

“Get in the car,” Hopper said.

“Hopper-”

“Get. In. The. Car.” You glanced back at Billy who gave you a look of sympathy.

“I’ll be back to get Max,” you said. He nodded, eyes hard as he sized up Hopper as though he was gonna fight him.

“Love you,” Billy called, just for added effect. You winced at Hopper’s face.

“Love you too.”

You got in the passenger seat quietly. You stayed quiet even as Hopper got in the driver's seat, when he turned the car on and when he pulled out of the parking lot. It wasn’t for about 10 minutes did you realize he was taking you back home. He finally spoke.

“You've always been a smart girl,” he said quietly. “So God please tell me…why you were just in Billy Hargrove’s car.”

“Because he’s my boyfriend.” Silence. Angry, tension filled silence.

He pulled up to your car and got out, you followed close behind him. Your mom, Joyce, was standing at the kitchen table.

“Jonathan?” she called.

“Nope,” Hopper said. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. Joyce leaned back to see the two of you walking inside.

“Y/N? I thought you were picking up Max and taking her to the arcade with Lucas.”

“I was,” you admitted.

“No. She was making out with Billy Hargrove.” Joyce raised her eyebrows.

“The same Billy Hargrove that broke my plates?” she questioned.

“There was a lot going on. That could’ve been Steve.”

“Steve is a gentleman,” Hopper said. “Steve wouldn't have broken your mothers good plates.”

“Listen, I was going to tell you. Hopper’s overreacting.” Joyce was making dinner. She put down the spoon she was using to stir a pot and leaned against the counter, crossing her arms.

“Do we need to have a talk?” she asked quietly.

“No. That’s okay. Thanks though mom.”

“Are you sure? You really need to be safe,” Joyce said. You shook your head, every single night with Billy flashing in front of your eyes.

“I’m being safe, I promise. I’m very safe.”

“You’re sleeping with him?!” Hopper asked, voice loud. You closed your eyes, breathing harshly out of your nose.

“That’s typically what boyfriends and girlfriends do, Sheriff.”

“El is never getting older. I need to go kill Mike Wheeler,” Hopper muttered, turning around. He ran his hand through his hair. You looked at your mom who seemed to be processing.

“I really do have to pick up Max. If that’s okay…”

“We really should talk about this more.”

“No…we really shouldn’t. Trust me, I love Billy. Billy loves me. He’s a great boyfriend.”

“Does he hurt you?”

“No. No he’s never hurt me. You let Nancy sleep over here, just let me see Billy during the day and we’ll be set.” Joyce pursed her lips, sighing gently.

“Do you need any condoms?”

“Mom!”

You got Hopper to drive you back to the pool, begrudgingly. You were an adult, you weren’t El. He couldn’t stop you from seeing your boyfriend when you wanted.

“Thanks Hop,” you said, getting out of his car. He stared in front of him, trying to see through the gates. You started to shut the door but he spoke.

“If he ever does anything bad…you call me okay? Anytime. Anywhere.” You nodded.

“Thank you Hopper. I will.”

You shut the door gently and walked toward the gates. El and Will were still hanging around, chatting, tanning. Billy was on top of the lifeguard seat. When he saw you he took off his glasses. You looked up at him and he leaned down a bit.

“Hey, if I jump in can I get you to pull me back out?” you called.

“Only if I get to put my hands wherever I want,” he purred. “I see you survived.”

“I did. Though watch your back. Sheriff Hopper might be following you for a week or two.” He smiled and tossed you his sunglasses.

“Put on your swimsuit so I have some real entertainment out here.”

“What, the group of moms isn’t enough for you?” you questioned, putting your hand on his chair.

“I never did get to finish what we started earlier you know.” You raised an eyebrow. “Put your swimsuit on. I’m off in 10.”

“Yes sir.”

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#billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove imagines #stranger things imagines #billy hargrove x fem!reader

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