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share-the-damn-bed · 1 year
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It makes me so sad to think about the Byers house in California sitting there, shot up, with all of their possessions dumped about and/or smashed.
…I hope they get it all back.
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steddiealltheway · 10 months
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It's El's birthday, and she gets a Polaroid camera. It's from Jonathan but funded with the help of Steve who tells him not to tell her, but after a little negotiating, Steve agrees to say the film is from him and the camera is from Jonathan.
Some people are a little weirded out by the whole thing since Jonathan and Steve were never really close, but Steve had been adamant about how he wanted to help in any way possible with the party. When Jonathan had voiced his concern about how much the perfect gift was, Steve immediately chipped in putting down any protest Jonathan had.
And there El sat with the Polaroid in her hands, gazing down at it with such wonder and joy that Steve couldn't help but know he had made the right decision - even if he was digging into some of his savings from Scoops, but no one needed to know that.
Only, Eddie leans over and nudges him as El is thanking them and moves on to unwrap the next present. Steve turns to him and furrows his brow. What? Eddie raises his eyebrows and tilts his head toward the camera. That's not a cheap gift. Steve just shrugs as nonchalantly as possible, but Eddie shakes his head with a smile and squeezes his knee. You're unbelievable.
And that's the thing about Eddie, ever since the Upside Down, it was like they were inseparable when put in the same room together. He somehow always knew what Steve was thinking and could communicate with a few looks.
And everyone thought this was way stranger than the whole Jonathan and Steve buying a joint gift thing.
Dustin was especially exasperated by the way they would sometimes look at each other and just burst out laughing, yelling at them to stop talking about him in front of him. Steve and Eddie would argue that they had no idea what he was talking about especially since they hadn't said anything (but most of the time it was about Dustin).
After El gets through the rest of the gifts, she grabs her camera and asks Jonathan how to work it as everyone starts to scatter a bit. Steve finds himself on the couch next to Eddie as Robin and Nancy talk about the latest thing Nancy had written for Hawkin's Post.
Steve is telling some random story from work when there's a bright flash to his right. He flinches but recovers quickly when he sees El smiling as the picture develops. She glances up at Eddie and comments, "You have a very pretty smile." Then, she goes on to Nancy and Robin, waiting for the perfect candid photo opportunity, but Steve can only stare at Eddie.
He's staring off at El with a slight blush on his cheeks and a bashful smile. Steve can't help but think about what El said. He had never really thought about that before, but she was right. He has a very very pretty smile.
The party goes on, and Steve can't help but try to make Eddie smile as often as he can which isn't too hard considering Eddie seems to smile at anything Steve says - even his lamest jokes. But eventually, the party is wrapping up, and Steve is in charge of taking Dustin and Robin home.
Eddie says a quick goodbye to Steve and gives him a hug that Steve tries to linger in as long as he can before he fondly watches Eddie pull Dustin into a tight hug that makes the younger kid shriek. He feels like he's bursting at the seams with joy.
He gets tapped on the shoulder and turns to find Jonathan looking at him and waving him to the side. Steve follows him quickly. "I just wanted to thank you again for your help with El's gift, and I also wanted to congratulate you, man."
Steve's brows furrow in confusion, and Jonathan claps him on the arm. "Eddie's a really great guy. And, hey, I talked to El, and I thought you'd want this."
Steve is a bit confused by the random mention of Eddie until he looks down at what Jonathan is handing him. It's the Polaroid picture from earlier with him smiling at Eddie, going on about something as Eddie fully smiles back at him, leaning toward him with his hand on Steve's knee. How had he not noticed how close they were before?
The picture sends a wave of warmth through him and his heart beats a bit faster, but he thanks Jonathan and puts the photo in his wallet. The two linger and Steve kind of thinks to hell with it and hugs Jonathan before saying goodbye. Maybe all the bad shit can just be pushed behind them.
He turns and finds Eddie staring at him with a smile that looks forced and tight, but he when tilts his head, Eddie just shakes his head. Nothing.
Steve continues to look at him but decides to shrug it off. Eddie knows he can always talk to him, but Steve can't help but hope his genuine pretty smile will return soon.
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Steve finds himself pulling the photo out of his wallet a lot. Especially when he's having a bad day or feeling down. It's used as a kind of secret happiness drug. All he has to do is pull out the picture and look at Eddie in it to get a burst of joy and energy.
The problem is that people start to notice. And by people, he means the kids.
It happens when they visit Family Video a couple of times, and Steve finds himself longing for Eddie to be there with the group, so he'll hide his wallet behind the counter and pull the picture out where the kids - and Robin - can't see it.
But one time, he finds himself staring at the picture for too long and Dustin demands to know what he's staring at. Steve brushes it off as nothing, and Dustin narrows his eyes at him for a moment before letting it go.
Steve vows to be a little more careful after that, but that leaves him wondering why he's being secretive about this picture of him and Eddie. And what does that mean?
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It's a few days later when Steve rushes into the basement of the Wheeler home, trying to get Dustin to leave before he breaks his curfew. Dustin begs him for five more minutes which Steve grants him, but he can't help but wonder if he would've gone quicker if Eddie was there.
Thinking about it leads Steve to wander off away from the kids so he can open his wallet and look at the picture. He instantly gets that surge of warmth that has him biting his lip to keep from giggling. He nearly rolls his eyes at himself since he's acting like a middle school girl with a crush. He takes a few moments to try to fully memorize the picture when it hits him.
A middle school girl with a crush.
He puts the picture back in his wallet immediately and stuffs it in his pocket. He looks at Dustin who is already looking at him. "Whose picture do you have in your wallet, Steve?"
Steve turns bright red and it only further confirms his feelings. Oh god, he has a crush on Eddie Munson and has a picture of him in his wallet which he uses to feel happy. Oh shit.
Steve just says, "Come on, Henderson."
As the others start yelling at him asking who it is, Steve snaps that it's none of their business which only makes them pry further. He ignores them all the way to his car, and once he gets in, he tells Dustin, "Bring up the picture again, and I'll make sure to drive under the speed limit the entire way home."
Dustin glances at the clock and mimes zipping his lips, locking them, and throwing the key away. It only reminds Steve of Eddie.
The rest of the drive is fairly quiet as Steve thinks about the new development. He has a crush on Eddie. That's fine. That is definitely fine. It is all good and fine.
When he gets to Dustin's place, the boy turns to him and asks, "The person means a lot to you, don't they?"
Steve looks at Dustin and catches the seriousness of his look. He nods confirming what he said.
Dustin smiles. "Well, I can't wait to figure out who they are."
With that, he gets out of the car and jogs off to the front door, waving before he gets inside.
Steve drives away after a minute of making sure everything is okay and is left with his thoughts again.
Everything is not fine. And he doesn't know what's happening, so he goes to the only place he knows will help.
He parks his car and gets out, rushing to the side of the house to knock on the window. The light comes on and the curtains open. "Steve?"
The window is quickly lifted up and Steve climbs through. "Hey, Robin."
Then, he promptly has a meltdown of confusion and confesses everything to Robin. He pulls out the picture and hands it over.
Robin takes a few moments to stare at the photo before she hands it back to him. The two sit in silence until Robin finally says, "Oh my gosh, you have a crush on Eddie Munson."
"Yeah," Steve says in response.
And before he knows it the both of them are laughing loudly, trying to muffle it so they don't wake Robin's parents up which only causes them to laugh harder.
Steve says through the laughter, "Am I gay?"
Both of their laughter dies down, and Robin answers, "Probably bisexual."
"What that?"
"When a person likes men and women."
Steve sits in it for a second and nods. "Yeah, that makes sense."
And for some reason, this has them both laughing again. Steve can't help but hold up the picture and stare at it again. He really really likes Eddie Munson.
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Two days later, Steve is trying to determine how much longer he can avoid Eddie. It's not exactly avoiding him when they just don't happen to run into each other, but pretty soon, it might turn into purposeful avoiding.
It's just... Steve doesn't know how to act around Eddie anymore. And he knows that when he has feelings for someone he's all or nothing and extremely obvious. And all the kids are a little too smart for their own good.
He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. He doesn't know what he's going to do.
The doorbell rings, and Steve sighs again. Better not be the kids.
He opens the door and is not prepared to find Eddie Munson at his front door.
"What are you doing here?"
"Hello to you, too. I thought I'd stop by, have a little chat," Eddie says with a smile but sounds extremely suspicious.
Shit, he might know.
Eddie tries to slip past him, but Steve steps in his way. All this does is get Eddie way closer to him than Steve can handle at the moment but he manages to ask, "What are you really doing here?"
Eddie's eyes deceive him and Steve clearly sees there's an ulterior motive. Eddie throws his hands up. "Fine! I was sent here on a mission."
Steve crosses his arms and steps back. "A mission?"
Eddie nods with a small smile. His eyes flicker past Steve, and that's when Steve realizes he messed up.
Eddie shoots past him and up the stairs. "Munson!" Steve calls after him slamming the front door close before racing after him.
Steve finds Eddie in his room with his wallet in his hand. Oh shit.
Steve stands in place, trying to feel out where Eddie is going next. "Give it back now. I'm serious, Eddie."
Eddie holds the wallet up high and slowly walks back. "I've been tasked... to find out who is in your wallet." Steve slowly steps forward, hoping to corner Eddie as he talks. "Now, the kids were worried that maybe it wouldn't be an appropriate picture if you know what I mean. So, I graciously accepted because I, too, am curious. Who has caught Steve Harrington's eye and given him a picture to remember them by?"
By now Steve is only a few steps away and ready to take the wallet back. Steve waits for Eddie to open his wallet before darting at him, but Eddie instead does the unthinkable.
He charges at Steve and somehow tackles him onto his own bed. Then, he climbs on top of him, straddling him and holding the wallet up high.
Steve's brain goes slightly fuzzy, so the only thing he can do is yell, "Please, you don't want to know!"
But Eddie opens the wallet and easily plucks out the picture, and all Steve can do is watch as he's trapped under Eddie. "I told you you wouldn't want to know," Steve mumbles, flushing red.
He watches as Eddie stares at it with a blank look on his face. A few moments pass and Steve quietly requests, "Can you at least get off of me?"
Eddie looks down at him and finally says, "No, I'm not going to let you escape." He makes it a point as he fully sits back on Steve's thighs.
Steve runs his hands over his face.
"Where did you get this?"
"Jonathan gave it to me after El's party," Steve answers staring at the ceiling, not wanting to know what Eddie's reaction is.
He feels him shift above him. "And... And this is the picture you've been staring at?"
"Yep," Steve replies immediately.
"Oh," Eddie says in a tone that Steve can't begin to describe.
"Yeah. Oh," Steve repeats back.
A few moments pass and Steve risks glancing at Eddie, but he's still staring at the photo. "Steve?"
Steve sighs, preparing for the letdown. "What, Eddie?"
"So, you know?" Eddie asks nervously.
Steve props himself up on his elbows. "Know what?"
Eddie shakes his head with a laugh. "Come on. You've stared at this picture long enough to read me." Eddie turns the picture around as if proving a point.
Steve feels that same heat as he stares at the photo, he lightly smiles at it. "You look happy. And El was right, you have a pretty smile."
Eddie groans as if frustrated with his answer which causes Steve to fully sit up until he's practically nose to nose with Eddie. "You asked me to read you, and you already figured out my feelings, so why are you mad?"
Eddie groans again and thrusts the picture between them. "You're able to read every look of mine except this one. Come on, Steve. Look."
So, Steve looks back at the photo. At the way Eddie is leaning into him, the hand on his knee, the big smile, the way his eyes are lit up. Then, Steve does something he hadn't thought of before. He looks at himself.
He looks at the way he's staring at Eddie, looking for that approval but mirroring him in his look. Steve looks back at Eddie as he seems to be hanging on to every word he's saying, not even paying attention to his surrounding. Neither of them are because...
Eddie has feelings for him, too.
The realization hits him quickly, and he can't believe he never saw it before. He loves the picture so much not only because of the way Eddie looks in it but because of the way Eddie is looking at him in it.
The picture slowly moves away and Steve breathes out, "Holy shit."
He refocuses his gaze on Eddie and sees that same look. The look that's always been there, but the only one that Steve has been unable to read. Eddie slowly smiles, and Steve can't help but mirror him.
Then, Eddie's eyes flicker down, and Steve knows exactly what that look means. But Eddie looks back into his eyes searching until he raises his eyebrows Can I? Steve nods, and they both surge forward closing the already small distance between them, kissing like there's no tomorrow.
Steve breaks away for air and asks, "Can I get a picture of this, too, for my wallet?"
Eddie laughs and replies, "As long as I get one to match." Then, he kisses Steve again, and Steve feels the same way he does whenever he looks at that picture - bursting at the seams with warmth and happiness.
Luckily when Dustin goes digging through Steve's wallet days later, he only finds the picture of them on the couch and doesn't notice the picture behind it of Eddie winking at the camera as he kisses Steve.
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poisonedprose · 10 months
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₊˚✧ smile for the camera, baby
aged up!mike wheeler x fem!reader smut
warnings: 0.6k words, mike takes suggestive pics of the reader, fingering (f), slight exhibitionism, (lowkey kinda jonathan core)
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Mike eyed the Polaroid that lay on his nightstand while you lay atop him, your only clothes being his hellfire shirt and a lacey pair of underwear. "Hey baby, wanna take some pictures?" He whispered, unsure if you were even awake, but alas you were and you were confused. "Pictures?" You were intrigued but you still laid still, not moving from your comfortable spot on his chest.
"Yeah, some pictures." He dragged his hand over the hem of your panties. "Think you'd make a pretty great model." He lifted the fabric slightly and let it snap back, spreading a burning sensation on your skin. You didn't quite know what he was getting at but you were more than ready to comply. 
His hand soothed over where he had just snapped your panties, waiting rather impatiently for your answer. "Okay." Your voice was still filled with sleep but you were more than capable of figuring out exactly what Mike was getting at. A satisfied smile spread across his face as he sat up on the bed and reached over to grab the camera.
You didn't know why, but a part of you was, well, excited about this. "Come 'ere." He pulled you closer to him as you rolled onto your back, a giggle emitting from your lips as he does so. He smiled at you, happy that you were actually enjoying this. Mike lifted the shirt by just a little, letting the fabric pool just above your belly button.  He brought the camera up to his face, looking through the lens to get a good angle. 
Even though the room was dark and the lights were off, he was still able to see your pretty panties through the camera. "Ready?" He asked and you nodded though he wasn't really looking at you. The camera flashed as he took the photo, letting the Polaroid print out.  Mike took the Polaroid out of the camera and laid it on the bed, already moving you into a new position as he waited for the picture to show up.  
He pulled you up from your position on your back. "Get on your hands and knees, okay?" Mike had never really been this dominant with you and it was honestly turning you on. You complied with his request, turning around and positioning yourself on your hands and knees as fast as your sleepy body could. You could hear Mike whistle at the sight as he rubbed a hand over your ass cheek. 
"Can I take these off, pretty girl?" He asks, referring to your underwear. "Yeah." You bite your lip as you feel the camera being set down on the bed and his fingers hook around your waistband. He slid them down slowly and courtly. He was never rough with you, no matter how desperate he was. 
"Oh, wow, look at you." You could feel his slender fingers rub up and down your folds mere seconds after he pulled your panties down as far as he could. You inhale a sharp breath at the touch, especially with how cold his hands are. "You enjoying this, sweetheart?" It was rhetorical, he could feel how much you were enjoying this. 
Without waiting for an answer he picks up the camera again, once again looking through the lens and trying to get the perfect angle. The idea of having a picture of your bare, glistening cunt for him to keep forever excited him. The idea of keeping it in his wallet where all his friends might see it. 
The room lights up again as he takes the picture. "Oh, yeah, that's gonna be a good one." Mike jokes as he places the picture next to the previous one. One of his hands comes up to rub your ass, sliding up and under your shirt. "You up for one more? Maybe without this shirt even though you look so hot in it." He smirks and suddenly you're even wetter than you were before.
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boycattj · 2 years
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some more little soft byler moments - this time in polaroid form :p (also sorry abt the formatting , there was originally five but i took it out and this is how it ended up but by the time i realized it looked wonky asf, it was 2 late 2 change it w/o having 2 redo most things cuz the lines would get fuzzy)
again - close ups and some backstory to them under the cut :>
just 2 preface - the dates on these r in not like. special i just picked months that fit the scene (colder months if they r more clothes/school months in the school one/etc) and totally random days. also idk any characters birthday so if i accidentally put the date of one, just ignore it or change it in ur head 2 a different date in the same month lol
also ! i hc that el took these w/ a polaroid camera that she gets for christmas bcuz she liked watching jonathan take pictures so they got her one so she could do it herself :) which is also why they dont start until 1987 and i think she would b the biggest byler supporter of their friend group (which is why she takes these pictures)
oh and i hc that the byer's move back 2 hawkins in2 a different home which is where the every one except the first one is placed - and the first one is placed in the school (probably in either the hellfire clubroom or the av one? i think thats what it was right?? god i need 2 watch the show again i can't remember anything lol)
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like i said b4, this ones in a clubroom/classroom after school where its just the party. the two people in the back r dustin + el w/ lucas taking the picture for her ig. this is what i was referring 2 in my headcanons post , where they lay over eachothers shoulders like this :) idk i just think its cute :p also yes they r wearing eachothers sweaters .
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this one is one in the hopper-byers' new house and i think it would probably b like. a movie night or smth tho idk y the lights would b on but whatever. it could b w/ all the hopper-byers + mike or could just b a movie night 4 mike + will - whichever one u want 2 imagine. either way , el finds them like this and takes this photo :) also i tried 2 add a background in the window but its bad so dont look at it 2 hard lmao (its just trees) also will Definitely wakes up w his shoulders/back hurting cuz ive slept in a similar position a few times b4 and God it does not feel good when waking up lol
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this ones supposed 2 b a morning at the hopper-byers' home. i tried to add little bits of mike's hair 2 show it got longer over time but its so minuscule idk if u can even tell. also yes thats The flannel lol. i had 2 have in here at least once. and will is wearing a hellfire shirt, whether its his own or mike's is up 2 u :p . i also put the black nail polish in this one and not the others bcuz i think that this is abt the time they would start wearing it? yknow? cuz like. doing stuff like that takes time cuz u have 2 work up the courage 2 do it, especially in the 80's. i only started wearing nail polish consistently a few years ago and sometimes i still get feelings of 'i would pass better if i didnt wear it' or 'ppl will see my nails and assume im a girl bcuz of it' and i dont even have 2 worry abt getting hatecrimed- not physically, anyways.
sorry that kinda got away from me . anyways - i think this would b them coming downstairs in the morning and hanging out in the living room for a bit talking to whoever's there. while they're distracted (so they dont protest/move) el takes this one . (shes also probably learned by now 2 always have her camera on her so she doesnt miss moments like this)
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this ones another one that would b in rhe morning af the hopper-byers' house . i also set it further in the future (for them at least) so it would make sense as 2 why they - specifically mike - would b this comfortable in the house. i just think that it would b such a safe space for the both of them and that they would act in a more carefree way than they would at the wheeler's house or anywhere else really. mostly bcuz joyce is the Best Mom™️ and she definitely creates an environment where every1 feels comfortable 2 just . b themselves in? idk i just really like joyce lol . she kinda reminds me of my mom in that sense . also i Had 2 have a will carrying mike in some way in here, i wouldnt b me if i didnt lolol.
anyways this ones mostly just self-indulgent lol. i Live 4 hella domestic moments
thats all i have 4 backstories but if u wanna read a fic w moments like this from me , its currently in the works and i have been posting abt it under the tag 'summer of 1988 fic things' if u wanna check that out :p (its inspired by these fanarts if u wanna look at those as well)
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stevie-petey · 1 month
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Can we get a blurb where Steve gets like really jealous?
Idk personally I’m a sucker for angst and jealousy and pining
anon i love ur lil brain yes of course we can get some jealou steve, especially when he doesnt even have a clue hes jealous LMAO
enjoy <3
"you guys are really close, huh?" steve sometimes forgets just how intertwined jonathan is within your life.
the photo of the two of you, smiling at the camera with jonathans arms wrapped around you as if you were made to fit within them, stares back at steve. theres something different in your smile, a certain glow to you that he has long since come to associate with jonathan.
you light up around the boy, genuinely and truly happy whenever hes around, more than steves ever seen you with anyone else.
jonathan byers is your person, and steve forgets how poignant the reminder can be.
he wonders if one day he'll ever be the reason you smile so widely at a camera with nothing but pure adoration in your eyes. he hopes one day he can be, but luck has never been on steves side.
he never seems to get what he wants, in the end.
there are other little reminders of your relationship with jonathan scattered throughout your room. steve can see a jacket draped over the back of your desk chair, one far too big and worn to be yours. there are more photos on your dresser, some of just jonathan or others with you, jonathan, and your brothers all laughing together. theres a framed drawing on your desk, with a a bunch of tiny figures fighting off a dragon, and something tells steve that dustin isnt really an artist and that somehow, he knows its will who has drawn this for you.
steves eyes flicker back towards you and and there, resting delicately upon your neck, he sees a small pendant of a bee. steve, ever since you started wearing it, knows that this is your way of proudly displaying your love for the boy.
wholly and unabashedly.
something stings within steve, then. seeing how unashamed with your love for others, how much of it you give out so freely.
hes always known you love jonathan and that your love for him is like no other, but seeing it so proudly displayed leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.
he wishes someone loved him like that.
he wishes you loved him like that. without any hesitancy involved, without any unsaid truths and disguised lies.
steve wishes, more than anything else, that one day he'll be able to finally know who you are. to see in between your lines, to have you wearing something of his, to one day crawl through your window and know that hes coming home.
for now, steve grabs the pillows and blankets and makes a bed out of the bean bag hes been given. he knows, once the two of you go to bed, that he'll have to finally confront you about it all.
he just hopes he doesnt fuck it all up with you again.
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estrellami-1 · 9 months
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So that bit where Steve rips I to Murray about outing his loved ones and pushing Nancy to cheat on him...
Have you considered (yes, I just realized it was part of the initial ask, but I've been dwelling on this for years, man): Not only does Joyce find out that Jonathan helped Nancy cheat on the boyfriend he DEFINITELY knew about, but she also just found out about the photos through Steve's upstairs bedroom window. Photos that could not ever be claimed as accidental. Now, Joyce has been holding a bit of a grudge against Steve since he broke her boy's camera. Jonathan only told her that Steve Harrington got pissed off and busted it, not why. And then Steve went and fought with Jon and her son got arrested while that rich boy got off scott free. That just reinforced her grudge, especially considering the stress she was already under at the time. But then she finds out it wasn't just Steve being a bitchy popular jock, but that her boy was also being a creepy dick. And she recalls that Steve not only apologized for breaking his camera, but that he replaced it, too.
Enjoy! Also @zerokrox-blog hope this answers your prompt :)
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Jonathan’s been scared of his mom before, for good reasons: when he was seven and broke a vase after she’d told him to stop running in the house, at eleven when he lied about his grades, at fifteen when he snuck out for the first (and only) time.
Every time she gets really mad at him, she gets quiet.
She’s been silent for a solid ten minutes. The only words she’d spoken had been to Murray, to tell him to leave. She’d been quiet then, too, then just stayed silent.
“So here’s what I thought the story was,” she starts, and Jonathan wants to dig a hole to China and bury himself. “I thought Nancy and Steve had broken up, then you and she had gotten together. I thought he broke your camera because he got mad at you for who-knows-what. I thought he fought you, antagonized you, until you couldn’t hold back anymore. I thought I knew you. I thought I knew the son, the man, I raised, would never sleep with a taken woman. Would never hide in the bushes and take pictures of someone else’s property or body. And to think she’d been half-naked…” Joyce shakes her head, leans back in her chair. Considers the knife still clutched in her hand and very carefully places it down next to her plate. “To think that I thought he’d been acting like Lonnie. Worse than Lonnie, even, which maybe wasn’t a fair comparison for a teenager, but I thought I knew my son.” She shakes her head again, stands, picks up her plate and silverware. Doesn’t look at Jonathan when she says, “I was partially right. Someone was acting like Lonnie. It just wasn’t who I’d originally thought. And to think I held onto a grudge against him for years.” She purses her lips, steps back from the table. Whispers the next line. “You need to think very, very carefully about your next move. I don’t know if Steve’s forgiven you. If I were him, I don’t know that I would.” She steps back again. “While you think about it… well. Forgive me if I need some time to think about it too. After all, you also lied to me.” She tilts her head in thought. “If memory serves, he replaced the camera he smashed. I feel that bears remembering when you think about what to do.” With that, she turns and makes her way to the kitchen.
And Jonathan? He feels about as small as a gnat. Even smaller. Nancy’s trembling next to him, hand over her mouth, and he’s not sure he should reach out. He’s not sure she’d want him to; not sure he wants to. He does, though, grazes the back of her hand with a fingertip. She chokes, looking at him with wide, tear-filled eyes, and he helps her up, helps her out the front door and into his car, gets in and starts driving without thinking about it first.
He realizes most of the way there that he was driving to the Wheelers’. Walks inside with Nancy when they get there, all the way up to her room. Silent.
“We need to talk,” Nancy says, and Jonathan nods even as he feels like the rug’s been yanked out from under his feet.
Fighting monsters was easy compared to this.
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angelthemanspanker · 16 days
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I can't believe of all the magic gimmick episodes to make a mess of that BTVS managed to fuck up a time loop. A Buffy time loop episode should be the stuff of legend up there with The No Talky One and The Singy One but no. Life Serial time loop I'm sorry but you're nothing to me. Buffyverse magic is always vaguely defined and the rules change by the episode but the time loop spell Jonathan put on Buffy is so underexplained and overpowered that it severely takes me out of the scene
No one else in the shop but Buffy is aware that they're looping or time passing so is the spell just sending Buffy back in time and no one else? But then how can the Trio watch what's going on with the Magic Box cameras in real time with Buffy/the audience. Are they also looping? Does Jonathan's spell reset time for literally everyone except the three of them and Buffy? Because that means Jonathan, by means of magic bone, is repeatedly sending the entire world back a few minutes, keeping the memories of him, the other casters, and the target intact, until a completely arbitrary task decided by Jonathan is accomplished by Buffy.
Does that mean the awkward customer was part of the spell? Because satisfying an annoying customer was the task Jonathan set out for Buffy, did he just know that lady would be difficult? Did they just wait until a difficult customer showed up and bother Buffy to start the loop? What if none did? Is she a physical illusion or a magic homunculus being difficult under Jonathan's direction? Is she a real person playing out his script under mine control? Because unless it's the contrived coincidence option that's a lot of continuous magic to keep up while also maintaining the time loop, all with what seemed like a damn easy spell.
Why don't we know that spell? Casters' and target's memories unaffected, why didn't the gang cast it on Buffy before The Gift and make the loop breaking condition being defeating Glory without any Scoobies dying? We fail, oh well, try again. We know it doesn't need to be fixed on a room bc it covered the Magic Box and the Nerdmobile (even though trying to leave the shop just reset the loop for Buffy bc this spell just does fucking everything I guess). We know any damage done gets reset bc Buffy broke Giles' glasses and the doorbell and they were fine after a loop so no worries about racking up injuries or wasting the Dagon Sphere. And sure if Jonathan can do it, he of the only reasonably impressive abilities, then experienced Giles or Tara or especially Willow should have no problem whatsoever. And all this for one scene.
Life Serial time loop spell you are my enemy.
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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year
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Underneath the City Lights, Part 2
Summary:  Ari has some questions and a plan
Pairings:  Ari Levinson X Reader
Rating:  explicit
Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, forced dancing, non con groping and sucking, choking, fingering, voyeurism, conspiracy, 18+ ONLY
Word Count:  3.3K
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“Ari, what are you thinking?” Ari’s piercing blue eyes look out the window of his office, and over the city.  The distant neon glow of the Dirty Martini clouding anything that he should be thinking.  You had grown up, and it appeared that you were being used as a pawn by your own brother.
Your father had been a kind and just man.  Ran a respectable establishment, and now it seemed the Dirty Martini was more seedy.  Gossip of how it was just a cover for peddling more than just burlesque entertainment.  The business in flesh wasn’t anything new, but would your brother actually offer up your own body for the right amount?
“Ari?” Jonathan asks again.  His boss had become more and more distant with his thoughts.  “You’re taking her claims seriously.”
“Why would a brother send his sister into my room where she was wearing fabric that left nothing to the imagination?  Cameras pointed right at the chair I was sitting in to ‘protect her’ or was it to sell more than just her body?  He didn’t care to have her fully exposed to me.  And on display for whoever was watching.”
“Yes, the city knows you are the most fierce mafia boss since your great grandfather.  The sight of your silhouette causes fear.  He knows better than to let a video of you out of some woman’s cunt was soaking your pants.”
“I’m not worried about that video getting out.  I’m worried about a brother selling his sister for the right price.  Her grandfather was my father’s advisor.  You realize that, right?” Ari shakes his head, still unbelieving of how your family had fallen so far.  Your family was once feared, and now they were selling lust.  
“She knows something.  Look at their accounts.  They’re passed due.  They’re desperate.  Why wouldn’t they try and take from the hand that feeds them?  And fucking August Walker.  Pig.  How many dropped soliciting charges does he have?  Calvin would sell his sister to make a buck, and get them out of debt with me.  This is trouble for us.  But she also needs protecting.”
“Well, you’ve been invited back again tonight.  The diamond has a grand performance just for you.  So says this August Walker.”
“I want the place surrounded.  I won’t be moving tonight, but I’m going to see if I can get any information out of her.  She’s an asset.  And our teams can formulate the best way to get her out of the club undetected.”
“I’m sure it has nothing to do with the fact she’s got a beautiful voice, and even prettier face?  Judging by the state of your pants, and quick departure to the shower you thoroughly enjoyed your time with her,” Ari smirks, adjusting his jacket before he leaves without another word.  He always was a softie for a damsel in distress.  Especially ones he felt familial loyalty to.
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“Hmm,” Calvin asks, studying the footage from last night.  He had seen Ari intently watching you while you performed, but your private audience solidified his affections.  Ari, the most feared man in the city, was entranced by you.  He looks away from the screen when Ari’s mouth surrounds your nipple.  It was an image he couldn’t get out of his head, but if it meant that Ari had a distraction, it would be okay.  “What state was he in when he left?”
“You mean the huge hard on he couldn’t disguise with your sister’s juices spewed on his pants?”
“Can you not talk about my sister like that?”
“You’re the one that put her up on stage.  The one who knew exactly what Ari would want.  She’s got him wrapped around her little finger.  Imagine, Ari the man we’re trying to take everything from, wrapped around the pinky of your baby sister,” August leans back in the chair, wondering just how long it would take to have Ari completely spent by you.
“A baby sister that I control.  This is too good.  Whatever you did that night, we need a repeat.”
“No.  We need grander.  Ari needs to feel possessive and jealous that other men are staring at her tits, vying for her attention, and willing to pay for her pussy.”
“And she needs to understand who is in control,” his hand rubs over his chin as he thinks.  It was the perfect option for you to realize exactly where you stood in this operation.  You were nothing.  “Put up the cage.  Make sure she remembers that she is but our little bird.  She’s there for entertainment, and for everyone to gawk at.  Women need to want to be her, and men need to want to sink into her and own her.  And if her cunt can keep Ari occupied, and we make more money in the process, it’s exactly what we’ll do.”
“You’re a sick fuck you know that?” August stands, it was time to get you ready.  He knew the perfect costume.  The perfect way to show off your curves.
“Yeah, well, keep doing what you’re doing, and you’ll be able to feel her flesh around you.”
“Aye aye, captain,” he wipes off his mouth, heading to your dressing room where he could already hear you protesting.  It was always the same.  A little brat that needs to be punished for her stubbornness. In time.  He would get to it.  In time.
Slinging the door open you take one look at him before throwing a vase of fresh flowers towards his head, and he glowers at you.  Wiping the water off his face before starting towards you, “Go away!” You scream, but he doesn’t react.  He wouldn’t give you the satisfaction.
“Don’t touch me!” Grabbing at your wrist, he pulls you closer to his body.  His free hand pulling aside your robe.  Getting a peak at the swell of your chest, “You pig!” You spit up at him, and he wipes your saliva off his face as well.  The hand around your wrist moving to your throat, and he backs you up to the wall.
A thick thigh going in between your thighs, “August, please, stop.”
“How quickly your tune changed, princess.  So sure into groveling for mercy.  What have we here?” He moves aside your robe, exposing one of your breasts, and pushes you further on his thigh.  “Such a little girl and such a big attitude.”
“Let me go.”
“No, I don’t think I will.  I enjoy the view too much.  You want to act like you can pitch your little fits without consequences.  You can be heard all throughout the backstage.  Do you know why you have a private dressing room?” You shake your head no, and his glowing blue eyes finally look up at your face.  “Privacy, princess.  I could have you choking on my cock if I wanted to.  Slam you down on the vanity while I rail into you, and you’re just a slobbering mess.”
“Then why don’t you?” His grip around your neck gets tighter, and you try and gulp, but he only forces a slow grind on him.  “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Because your untouched pussy is more valuable than one that’s been stretched out on my fat cock.  You need to remember your place.  You’re worth nothing more than the wet skin between your legs.  You think you’re something special because you can sing, and you got the King to pay for an hour of your time.  His first question was how many people have had you.  All he wants is to split you open.  Conquer you.  You’re nothing.  There’s nothing special about you, but these perky tits, and tight ass.  Once you realize that you’re no more than a flashlight to these men, the better off you are.  And stop with this fucking attitude,” he leans over giving your nipple a suck before grabbing the pumps out of his pocket.  Cupping your tit as he gives your pebble peak a nibble.
“They need to be lubricated, don’t they?  I believe we’re going to suck the life out of these pretty tits.  Keep them hard the rest of the night.  They did the trick though, didn’t they.  I watched Ari unable to keep his mouth off them.”
“August,” Rita says firmly, walking into the dressing room.  “I think it’s time for you to leave,” your lip trembles as he tightens the contraption on you, wincing when he twists it all the way, and you look down in horror at your nipple sucked into the cylinder, throbbing and swollen.  He moves onto the other one, and Rita slaps a hand on your vanity.
“August, your master is calling you.”
“Shut up, you fucking bitch,” his voice mumbles around you nipple.  Standing up straight and attaching the other clamp.  “You know what the third one is for, princess?  You gonna let me suck on that clit, too?”
“August!”
“What the fuck is your problem, Rita?” He finishes up on your skin, and his body spins around to look at her.  “What?  Ari already requested an hour-long private show.  He liked what he saw.”
“And I’m sure Mr. Levinson would not like to hear about you tainting his companion.  What costume is she wearing tonight?” Rita changes the subject to business.  She was smart even if people assumed she was just your handler.  Her eyes only flick once towards you, but it was long enough to see you were stunned quiet.
“The dove costume.  She’s singing in the cage tonight.  Just so she remembers her place.  Make us proud.  Maybe you can see if Ari’s dick really is that big.  I’ll be watching,” smirking, he makes sure to hit Rita’s shoulder with his own.  Slamming the door for good measure as he walks out of the room.  He would have you.  Once Ari was destroyed by you, August would make Ari watch him own your pussy, right before he was shot in the head.
“You know how to piss him off,” Rita says, stepping up to you.  “What else did he do?”
“Nothing you didn’t see,” wiping at your tears, you look down at your chest, “God, I hate him.  I hate this.”
“Play the game,” Rita straightens herself back up, looking at you, smiling when your breathing picks up in panic, “Play their game better than they do.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yeah, you do.  That’s why you're not fighting him.  You’re playing their game, and you’re playing it better.  You see the bigger picture.  You’re smarter than either Calvin or August give you credit for.  Ari is a good one to have on your side.  And even you know this,” you turn around, not wanting to acknowledge anything she was saying.  Playing dumb was becoming second nature to you.
“Good girl.  You just may survive.”
“Rita, go get my costume for the night, and have Tonya come in here to do my makeup.”
“Of course.  Dulce.”
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Ari snorts, but leans closer towards the stage, watching you swing inside of a cage.  Calvin wanted to pretend he was a genius, but this message was not subliminal as he thought.  It was meant for him and you.  Putting you in your rightful spot.  Caged up, pretty, and singing for a crowd.  Top completely exposed to everyone looking.
“They’re all watching her, boss,” Jonathan knew better than to stare too long at you.  Ari never took kindly to sharing his play things.  
“Put in my bid for her company.  I do not care the cost,” Jonathan looks over at his boss, wondering what exactly had him so consumed in you.  He was sure that it was more than just the information that you claimed to have.  “Jonathan, I will have company with her tonight.”
“Of course,” he heads off to tell Calvin to name his price for you for the evening.  Knowing that he would only take an hour of your time.  But he would ensure that you would not entertain anyone else.  
Ari’s eyes drift over your curves as you shimmy around.  Other people would think that you were confident in this performance, but he knew better.  Watching as you try to hold the microphone in a way to cover your bare chest, or even the amount of times you would turn around, showing only your feathered ass to the audience.  
He didn’t care.  He would have you alone soon enough.  Away from these prying eyes, and men that were licking their lips and ready to devour you.  He had to get you away from here, regardless if you had information or not.  Your brother had brought you out to slaughter, and left you to be nothing more than a pile of flesh, rhinestones, and feathers.  
The ache in Ari’s pants told him he was definitely attracted to you, but he would be more than just a hungry man.  Unlike the men and women in here that are chomping at the bit for a tiny morsel of you, he wanted you to be able to be the little girl that couldn’t look people in the eyes when she talked.  Now you were a dancing fool for money and pleasure.  Business of the flesh would always be there, but you didn’t want it.  
The other girls laughed, and giggled on stage.  You kept looking off to the side at someone.  Waiting for approval, and continuing on your number.  Ari had questions, and when you were safe, he would get answers.  Was it just Calvin controlling you?  Or was there someone else you feared?  And should those people lay a finger on you, they would be dealt with.
“Mr. Levinson,” Ari turns to look up at the gentleman that dared to take his attention away from you, “I’m August, I’ve come to take you to your private room.”
“And you can wait until she’s finished.  I’m quite enjoying the show.”
“She’s nearly finished.”
“Then you won’t mind waiting.  Are you in charge of her wardrobe?” August nods, smiling as Ari looks only at you.  “Make sure her tits are covered.  I’m the only one that gets to look at them.”
“Sir?”
“I will pay extra to make sure she’s properly dressed for my tastes.  In the private room she can wear whatever she prefers, or nothing at all.  On that stage I want her covered.  Have I made myself clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And do me a favor, quit pumping her nipples up.  They look bruised.  Perhaps you’re using too much suction, August?” You bow, and your arms immediately cover your chest as Ari stands up.  Proving just how much taller than August he was.  Ari’s shoulders are much more broad.  Ari didn’t know why, but he loathed this man.
“I…her nipples need to stay hard.”
“Her nipples will be covered up for all of these people, but me.  I can make them plenty hard on my own.  You may show me the way to the private room.”
“It’s our finest room, sir.”
“I’m sure it is,” buying his time.  That’s all he was doing.  Waiting for the proper moment to strike.  No one would ever find you, and they would never make you feel like meat again.
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“Ari,” you whisper, walking into the darkened room.  He was already comfortable and sitting on a couch, his legs spread out wide when he lifts his finger, instructing you to spin around.  Unlike August’s demands, you obey promptly.
“C’mere, and remove your robe,” you let the silk slide off your skin, and only a shelf bra, and barely there panties decorated your body.  Sashaying your hips as you walk closer to him.  You are much more confident with just him.  He’s even able to catch a glimpse of your velvety and glistening folds as you go to straddle his lap.  Whoever chose this outfit needed a raise.
Settling on his lap, his hands circle around your ass, pulling you flush to his crotch, and you lean forward, kissing along his neck as you start grinding on him, “They want to kill you,” you whisper into his ear, leaning back off his chest, and placing your hands on his knees, you continue your motions.  Those panties exposing more and more of you.
Your swollen tits did look good in your bra, and they were beckoning him to grab them.  Giving you a pinch, you wince, making him stop immediately.  “You’re bruised.”
“He left me in those things too long, and they were too tight.”
“I knew it.  I’ve got,” you shake your head no, looking up at the camera again.  “What is it that you want?”
“Make him pay for earlier,” Ari could feel his blood boiling already.  He didn’t know who he was, but he did something to you.  “Put on a show for him.  He’s watching.”
“August?” You give him a small nod, reaching to move your panties aside, you are drenched.  Your body still rolling over top of him.  One look up at him, and you nod, giving him permission to touch you.  “I won’t do this if you’re not okay with it.”
“If I wasn’t okay with it, I wouldn’t have my pussy spread open for you.  I want him to pay.”
“This is only a business agreement.”
“Exactly,” you agree, moaning when his finger slides up your slit.  Giving your clit a roll between his finger and thumb, he pushes two fingers into your core, and you are no longer pretending when you whimper at how well he fills you up with only two thick fingers.  Looking down to watch him pumping in and out of you.
“Son of a bitch!” August hits the table, and slides his chair away from the screens.  “Fucking whore!”
“Isn’t that her job?” Rita laughs.  It served him right.  August and Calvin could play their little games with you and Ari, but they were idiots.  Wanted to start selling you because of Ari’s interest, and then get pissed off when he enjoyed his merchandise.  
August looks back at the screen as Ari spits down into your hole, his other hand grabbing at your tender nipple, and pulls.  Making you move closer to him.  “Fuck my fingers, and tell me what they’re planning.”
With your body hunching over him, you lean into his neck, and no one was any the wiser as to what you were doing.  No one could see your mouth moving, or what you were saying.  All they could see was you rising and falling onto his fingers.  Viewing your legs quivering as your walls clench tight around him.  
“Growl all you want to, August.  He paid for ‘the flesh in between her legs’.  Now how will you ever stack up to him?”
“You’re a bitch just like she is.”
“And she’s the product, isn’t she?  That’s what you and Calvin wanted.  I believe she’s doing her job well.  Enjoying herself in the process,” August grits his teeth when your head tilts back on your shoulders, and you ride over Ari like a crazed woman.  Tits bouncing in his face when he sucks on one of your hardened buds.  “Don’t be jealous.  You can’t sell sex, and get jealous when people enjoy your wares.”
“I’m not jealous.”
“Then quit getting hard.”
“Get out of here!” He yells, and Rita slowly backs away from him.  He had an erection that needed to be tended to.  He’s just thankful that all you were feeling was Ari’s fingers, and not something else.  It was almost time.
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Ari wipes at his beard as he gets into the car.  Looking out in the city lights, “The house better be prepared.  I need her out, and need myself to go missing.  You’ll be in charge, but I’ll be the one driving.  Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” his assistant responds.  Not making a comment about the state of Ari’s clothes, or the red bruises on his neck.  Didn’t want to mention how Ari kept making excuses to have his hand near his mouth, or was constantly readjusting his pants.  “What did you find out?”
“They want to overthrow me.  Ahh,” he lets out an evil laugh, looking back at the Dirty Martini, “They’ve made an enemy of Dulce though.  She wants blood.”
“She wants your dick.”
“And she can have it whenever she wants.  But she’s much more valuable than that.  Have a jet ready.  We move tomorrow night.”
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aristrocrat · 2 years
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Upside Down Feelings
Chapter Two: Trick or Treat, Freak
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summary: Y/N and Steve try to talk Nancy out of a dangerous idea. Jonathan convinces Y/N to go to the Tina’s Halloween party.
word count: 5300 ish
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“Mom,” You groaned, checking your wristwatch. “We need to go! We’re going to be late.”
“One second, sweetheart,” She frowned before grinning at your brother. “Oh! I want to see those pearls. Yeah!”
Dustin smiled genuinely as he posed for your mother’s pictures, pointing the fake proton blaster at the camera.
“Mom!”
“Who you gonna call?” She squealed as she began singing the Ghostbusters song. “YOU ARE SO CUTE!”
“You know what else he is?” You smiled, taking his arm as your mother continued to snap pictures. “Late!“
“You go ahead,” He looked up at you. “I promised the boys I’d ride my bike with them to school this morning.”
“Say no more,” You bent down, posing for a quick picture before grabbing your stuff and heading to school.
The school day was fairly uneventful besides the whispered rumors of another girl losing her virginity. You hated this school. More specifically, you hated just how awful the girls were treated after news spread of their deflowering. You whipped the corner and made a bee line for your locker. Just as you reached out, a warm hand gently grabbed your upper arm.
“Come with me,” Steve said. You furrowed your brows, looking down at the hand he touched you with with an unamused look. You did not want him touching you, especially after the weird moment you shared the night prior. He let go and slowly pulled away. “Sorry. But it’s Nancy. Something’s wrong. She’s been off for a couple of weeks- I know you’ve noticed it too.”
“I kind of figured it was the Harrington effect,” You smiled sarcastically, making him frown. “I mean, I get quiet and annoyed when I’m around you too so-“
“Ha. Funny. I think it’s about Barb, smart ass. And she won’t talk to me so please just come with me,” He rolled his eyes. You huffed, stuffing some books in your locker before turning around, instructing him to lead the way with your hand.
You followed him into the library to see Nancy staring blankly at something as she sharpened a pencil. You both called her name a few times, only grabbing her attention when Steve touched her shoulder.
“What’s going on?” He asked gently. “You okay?”
You’d followed her gaze to reveal it was fixated on a woman with similar features to Barb. You sighed, realizing Steve was right. She pulled you both away into a back room before elaborating on her despondent behavior as of late.
“I can’t keep doing this,” She muttered.
“Doing what?” Steve questioned.
“Pretending like everything’s okay,” She sighed. “It’s like everyone forgot about Barbara. It’s like nobody cares except for her parents.”
“Nance,” You whispered empathetically. “Hey, that’s not true-“
“And now they’re selling their house and they’re going to spend the rest of their lives looking for her!” She continued, completely ignoring the fact that you spoke up. “It’s destroying them.”
“I know, I know. Okay? I get it, but,” Steve spoke up. “Listen, there’s nothing we can do about it..”
“He’s right,” You nodded.
“We could tell them the truth!” She breathed.
“Well, you know that we can’t do that-“ Steve began in a soft and understanding tone.
“Jesus, not this shit again,” You muttered, already annoyed. You couldn’t even count how many times she’s brought this topic up in the last two months. And time after time, you were the one talking her out of it. At least Steve was around to help you out this time.
“We don’t have to tell them everything.”
“This isn’t some game, Nance,” Steve spoke in a harsher tone. “If they found out that we told any-“
You watched as he walked over to the window to close the blinds before shutting the door and continuing.
“They could put us in jail, okay?” He whispered. “Or worse, they could destroy our families.”
“They could do anything they want,” You agreed.“Look, just think about what you’re saying. What it could cause you- us! It’s insane!”
“Oh, my God,” She shook her head, trying to blink away the tears. “You always do this. You hate each other except for when it comes to proving me wrong. Y/N, she was your friend too!”
“Yes, Nancy. I’m well aware,” You pursed your lips. You didn’t have to reminded of that. You spent most of your days trying to push the memory of her away to no avail. There were nights you’d still cry yourself to sleep.
“How can you just pretend she’s not dead? Like she never even existed?” She frowned. “You never want to go eat with her parents, you never want to talk about her. It’s like you never even cared for-“
“I’m going to stop you right there,” You snapped before lowering your tone. “Don’t you dare accuse me of never caring. Have you ever wondered why I can’t do that stuff? Huh? Maybe it’s because I can’t keep sitting at that table we grew up playing board games at. I can’t keep going to these dinners with her parents because it kills me to pretend not to know what happened. I can’t talk about her because it hurts too damn bad.”
“Oh, please,” She scoffed. “Don’t give me that bullshit! You sit there and act like you care, but you never cried for her the way I did-“
“Yeah, maybe because I wasn’t the fucking reason she-..”
You paused, realizing that the next thing that was going to fall from your mouth was from a place of raw, unadulterated emotions that you hadn’t fully processed yet. But it was too late. You saw the way her face fell. She knew exactly what you were going to say; you weren’t the reason Barbara died.
“What? Finish your sentence,” She hissed, making every ounce of guilt you had only the moment before melt away. You hated when she spoke to you in that condescending tone. “You weren’t the reason she what? Tell me how you really feel!”
“Hey, maybe we should just take a step back and breathe,” Steve finally stepped in, watching as the girls in front of him shot daggers at one another with their gazes.
“You’re telling me that I almost sacrificed my life for you only for you-“
“We all sacrificed our fucking lives that night, Nancy! What do you want? A fucking sparky, gold star sticker?!” You rolled your eyes. “You know what? Fuck you. I’m done talking you off the fucking ledge. You wanna go tell her parents what actually happened? Then do it. But leave me out of your attention-seeking plans.” You began to mimic her voice, “Oh, Y/N, drop everything to come talk me out of this idiotic idea! Steve, let me take up all of your time so you can comfort me-“
“Are you calling me an attention whore?” She stepped toward you.
“If the shoe fits,” You took another step towards her, looking directly into her eyes, before Steve finally physically inserted himself between the two of you.
“Woah! Woah! Let’s just take a breather, yeah?” He chuckled nervously, placing his hands on Nancy’s shoulders and pushing her away from you. “Can we just-“
“Shut up, Steve!” You both snapped before you spun on your heels and hastily marched out of the room and back to your locker.
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“Come on,” You muttered as your engine sputtered, trying its hardest to come to life, leaning forward with dedication. “Come on, baby. Don’t do this to me today. You got it… just-“
“Are you talking to your car?” You heard a smug voice ask from beside you. You suddenly regretted leaving your window open, looking over to see the new boy standing beside you with a smug smile.
“Can I help you?” You scoffed. Something about the mullet and jean jacket gave you the feeling that he probably never stopped talking about whatever fast muscle car he drove.
“Oh, she’s feisty,” He chuckled, voice smooth as aged whiskey. “And here I was about to offer you some help.”
“Look, Benny, it it?”
“Billy,” He said with an entertained smile.
“Whatever,” You grumbled. “I don’t need your help. I happen to know a thing or two about cars.”
“Is that why you’ve been trying to coax this baby with words instead of actions?” He tilted his head. You rolled your eyes. “Oh, that’s not an insult. I happen to have a thing for women who are all talk no do.”
“Okay, well, how’s this for all talk, and I’ll say it slowly just in case you’re a little light headed from the amount of cologne you have on,” You began, making him grab at his chest with a chuckle. “Fuck. Off. I don’t need your help. Nice meeting you, Benny.”
“Billy.”
“Whatever.”
He grinned, placing his tongue in between his left canines and looking you up and down before heading back to his car.
“Huh,” You muttered to yourself as you got out of your vehicle. “A black muscle car. Shocker.”
You caught a glimpse of Jonathan walking towards his own car before you looked back at your sweet, baby blue girl and placed an apologetic pat on the steering wheel. You jumped out, locked it, and jogged to catch up with your friend.
“Hey,” He greeted before smiling. “Oh, I know that look. Did the Bronco break down again?”
“Yes,” You huffed. “You know, she might sexy and all terrain but that bitch breaks down like no other.”
“Get in,” He chuckled. “Is Dustin coming?”
“No, he insisted on riding his bike.”
You both took your respective seats and sat in a comfortable silence. You took out a book you’d been reading and he mumbled along to the music that played lightly through his speakers as he looked through his collection of cassettes to replace the one that was currently playing.
You liked being around Jonathan. He was like a breath of fresh air. Unlike all of your other friends, you never felt obligated to make small talk or uncomfortable sitting in silence. It was never awkward with him, he simply accepted you as you came, and you did the same.
“Oh, sorry,” Will gasped as he opened the passenger’s door. “I didn’t know you were here. I’ll go to the back.”
He gently closed the door, making you smile at his sweet disposition. You sometimes wished your brother would take a page from Will’s book, but Dustin was almost the complete opposite; argumentative, quick witted, loud, and obnoxious. But his heart was just as big as his personality, so you learned to deal with it.
“So,” Jonathan smiled at his little brother as he reversed out of the parking spot. “How was your day?”
“I don’t know..”
“You don’t know?” Jonathan furrowed his brows. “Did something happen?”
“No, no.. It’s just..” Will sighed before sitting forward to rant. “No one else wore their costumes to school.”
“What?” You asked, suddenly feeling really bad as you watched your little brother get into his bike with his friends. Not another costume in sight besides their own. “We dressed up for Halloween up until we started high school. Since when did that change?”
“This year, apparently,” He mumbled.
“Well, they’re all losers who are too focused on fitting in and growing up too fast,” Jonathan shrugged.
“Amen,” You agreed before turning back to look at the boy in the back. “I think your costumes this year were the coolest ones I’ve ever seen.”
“Really?”
“Oh, yeah!” You nodded. “All our friends agreed, right Jonathan?”
“Yeah, Nancy loved them!”
“So did Robin.”
“Are those your only friends?” Will giggled after the moment of silence
“Pretty much.”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, Steve also said something about liking the costumes,” You smiled. “But he’s not our friend. He’s more like…”
“A friend by association?” Jonathan offered. You snapped and pointed in confirmation, making him chuckle.
———
“Hi, honey!” Joyce smiled, pulling you in for a quick hug and kiss on the cheek. “How’ve you been?”
“Uh,” Confused. Upset. Fucking exhausted from the lack of sleep due to the Demogorgan that haunted your dreams. “Great! And you? I see you have a new boyfriend.”
“Bob? Oh, yeah. He is my boyfriend, isn’t he? I feel like a teenager when I say that,” She giggled.
“He’s great!” You looked over as he taught Jonathan how to work the video camera. “I’m happy for you.”
“What about you? Got a special someone in your life?”
“Fortunately not. I see how Nancy and Steve get on. I feel like I’m dodging a bullet in all honesty,” You chuckled dryly. “No. Nope, no commitment for me. Pass.”
“Well, maybe they’re just with the wrong people,” She smiled knowingly. You furrowed your brows curiously before you heard Jonathan call your name.
“Y/N, Will, you ready?” He smiled. You all made your exit and walked towards the car.
“Be safe!”
“I hope it doesn’t suuuck.”
You smiled and waved before you loaded into the car. Jonathan messed with the radio for a moment before taking off towards Nancy’s house.
“I just don’t get what he sees in him!” He huffed.
“Oh, Jonathan, he’s a sweet guy!” You said, earning an annoyed look. “But you’re right. She’s so out of his league.”
“At least he doesn’t treat me different,” Will muttered. “I mean, I can’t even go trick-or-treating by myself. It’s lame.”
“Wh- You think I’m lame?” Jonathan smirked.
“No, but it’s not like Nancy’s coming to watch over Mike, you know?”
“Ouch,” You chuckled, holding your chest as if you get your heart break on the spot.
“No offense,” He smiled.
“Offense taken, asshole,” You laughed.
“Don’t say asshole in front of him,” Jonathan smiled, nudging your shoulder gently.
“Why can’t I say asshole in front of him?” You looked back at Will and winked, inviting him to join in on the teasing.
“Hey! I said-“
“Yeah, Jonathan, why can’t she say asshole in front of me?” Will giggled.
“Don’t say asshole!”
You both stayed silent for a moment before you looked at each other with shit eating grins and said, “Asshole.”
The whole car erupted into a fit of laughter as Jonathan pulled into a familiar street. You all continued to chat for a couple minutes before Will inevitably brought back to topic of trick-or-treating by himself.
“I agree,” You began. “The concept of having an older sibling watch over you while you trick-or-treat is lame.”
“See?” Will grinned over at his brother.
“You think we should let him go on his own?” Jonathan smiled over at you.
“I don’t care either way. That’s your call,” You shrugged as he pulled up to the Wheeler’s house. He parked the car and turned around to face his brother.
“If I let you go on your own, you promise to stay in the neighborhood?”
“Yeah! Yeah, yeah, totally!” Will sat up with excitement.
“And be back at Mike’s by 9:00.”
“9:30?”
“9:00. Deal?”
“Yeah! Yeah, deal!”
“Hey, Will!” He called as his little brother began scooting out to leave and handed him the video camera. “Don’t let any of your spazzy friends use this, all right!?”
“Okay!”
“I hope it doesn’t suuuuck,” Jonathan called in his Dracula voice, making you laugh.
“You’re a really good brother, you know that?” You smiled.
“We’re both good siblings,” He said as he reached into his pocket. “Which is why, I think we should go take the night off and go to Nancy’s party.”
“Pass,” You grumbled. It was now his turn to laugh at the way you crossed your arms and slumped into your seat. You looked like an angry child.
“Why? Robin canceled on us anyway!”
“Nancy and I got into a fight,” You sighed.
“Well, you aren’t going with Nancy. You’re going with me,” He said.
“Jonathan, I can already tell you how we’d spend our Halloween,” You frowned. “We’ll be following her and Steve around all night, watching them make out and get drunk while we stand there awkwardly. Plus, we’ll be in a crowed room full of mouth breathers in slutty costumes.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” He said, a bit disheartened by your rejection. Your heart dropped at the sight. “It was a stupid idea.”
You wanted to stand your ground. You really did. But seeing him sadly fold up that orange piece of paper and purse his lips as he put it into the cup holder, you knew that you stood no chance in hell at telling him no.
“Fine,” You groaned. “Let’s go..”
“Really?” He perked up with a grin.
“Yes,” You grumbled. “Now, drive before I change my mind.”
———
“You sure this is a good idea?” You scrunched your nose as you watched one of the football players puke into a bush.
“I mean, we made it this far, right?” He sighed, looking over at you. “You ready?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” You huffed, hesitantly putting on your devil horn headband as he got out. You followed him into the party. As soon as the front door opened, you caught a glimpse of the crowd of drunk teenagers; some were dancing, others were making out, and the rest were submerged into conversation with their friend groups. “Of course they’re playing Journey..”
“I like your costume,” A girl said to Jonathan. That tone told you that she wanted him alone so you continued to made a beeline to the kitchen. You grabbed a red solo cup and filled it with whatever cheap liquor infused punch sat on the counter before you saw a very drunk Nancy make her way to you.
“Move,” She grumbled, shoving you aside slightly to refill her drink.
“Woah, woah, I think you’re drunk enough,” You said, placing your hand over the bowl.
“Hey!” She frowned, tossing your hand off of the bowl. This girl had a way of getting under your skin, especially when she was drunk.
“No, no, no, Nancy!” Steve said, pulling her back and shooting you an apologetic look.
“Get off!” She whined.
“No, you’ve had enough, okay?” You had no idea how he put up with her. He was so patient with her. It almost broke your heart to see the way she took advantage of that.
“Screw you!” She yanked her arm out of his hand before running to refill the cup.
“Nance, I’m serious,” He continued to try to pull her away before you finally stepped in, slapping the cup out of her hand and into the punch bowl.
“What is your fucking problem?!” She slurred angrily.
“Dude, enough is enough. No one likes a sloppy drunk,” You furrowed your brows. She looked you dead in the eye with a smile as she grabbed at your own cup out of your hand and took a sip.
“You two always do this! It’s always Steve and Y/N versus Nancy,” She huffed, waving her hands for dramatic effect. “Now that I think of it, you two act like more of a couple than we do!”
“Nancy,” Steve sighed. You could just how tired he was from babysitting her. God knows how long she’s been like this. “I’ve told you-“
“You know why you think that?” You interrupted. “Because we are constantly babysitting you. We are like your fucking parents at this point because you keep putting yourself in childish situations. Like right now. Put the cup down.”
“Fuck off, Mom,” She raised the cup up to her lips again before Steve caught her arm and pulled it down.
“Hey, hey, hey! Stop,” Steve stepped in again. “Put it down.”
“No!”
“Nance, put it down.”
“Steve! Stop!” She shouted before slipping out of his grip and spilling the red punch on her white shirt. Everyone around you reacted, and looked at her. You might’ve been mad, but you couldn’t help but to feel bad for her at that moment. She looked up at Steve before stomping off to the bathroom.
“Nance,” He called before looking back at you. “You comin’?”
“No, thanks. I think I’ve dealt with enough angry drunks for one lifetime,” You shook your head, making his face fall slightly. He knew exactly what you meant by that: Your birth father. He nodded and walked off behind his girlfriend, leaving you standing alone at the punch bowl again. After seeing Nancy, you no longer had any desire to drink. So you set the cup down and scanned through the crowd in hopes of finding Jonathan so he could take you home.
“Bronco!” Someone called from behind you. “You made it!”
“Billy,” You rolled your eyes, turning around with the world’s fakest smile. “Unfortunately, I did.”
“Oh, so you do know my name?” He smirked down at you. “I don’t think I ever caught yours.”
“Y/N.”
“Y/N,” He nodded slowly as his eyes scanned your face in the same way a lion might eye its prey. “I like that. I also like your little get up. What are you supposed to be?”
“Isn’t it pretty self explanatory?” You pointed at your devil horns. “I’m a tiger.”
“You’re funny,” He let out a laugh. “Are you just as naughty as those horns?”
“Ew,” You laughed, making him bite his lip to hold back a grin. “Was that supposed to be a pick up line?”
“That depends,” He shrugged. “Did it work?”
“No.”
“Then it was just a joke,” He said nonchalantly, making you laugh and roll your eyes.
This boy was incredibly handsome, but something about him felt off. You had a feeling there was much more to him than the charismatic flirt standing before you, and not in a good way.
“Can I pour you a drink?” He smiled, reaching past you to grab a cup.
“No thanks.”
“Oh, come on!” He chuckled, dipping it into the red liquid.
“I’m not much of a drinker,” You watched as he grabbed a cup and poured the red liquid into it. “Really, I’m good.”
“What’s one drink, right?” He chuckled, handing it to you.
“I said,” You smiled, looking him in the eyes as you poured it back into the bowl. He blinked, showing you the annoyance behind his eyes. “I’m good.”
“That was rude,” He grabbed your wrist, a little harder than you expected him to. You gasped, feeling a burst of anxiety fill your chest. He dipped your wrist, making you fill the cup up again before bringing it up to you lips. “Seems like you need to be taught a lesson in manners. I think what you meant to say was thank you. Now drink.”
“Hey! No means no, asshole!” You heard Steve say from behind you before he grabbed your arm and pulled you back. You set the drink down on the counter next to you.
“Oh, look at lover boy here!” Billy laughed. “Babysitting both of your girlfriends tonight? Huh, pal? Failed at keeping one sober and now you try again with the other one!”
“Come on, Y/N. Let’s get out of here,” Steve pulled you away, you turned around as you left the house, locking eyes with Jonathan.
What the fuck? He mouthed. You barely managed to shrug before Steve pulled you out of sight.
“Steve? Where are we going? Steve?” You questioned as he marched you to the front yard. He continued to pull you in silence. “Steve!”
Nothing. He refused to turn towards you and refused to stop walking. He was on a mission and you could sense just how upset he was.
“Look, don’t get me wrong, I appreciate your help but I would really like to know what the hell is going on,” You planted your feet, stopping him in his tracks. “Where’s Nancy? Why are we leaving-“
“Did you know?” He finally turned around, giving you a chance to see his teary eyes.
“Woah, hey, what’s going on? Know what?” You said in a softer tone, one filled with concern. “What happened in there? You can tell me.”
“Did you know Nancy didn’t love me?” His voice cracked. You felt your heart sink into your stomach at the sight of the broken boy.
You’ve known Nancy for well over ten years. You knew her so well that, truth be told, you’d sensed it. She never talked about him the way she used to. She seemed aloof when she was at his side. Hell, with the way she’d always go out of her way searching for Jonathan or to find any excuse to be around him, you’re surprised Steve hasn’t caught on. You’ve heard love is blind, but he almost made you wonder if it was deaf too.
“What makes you think she doesn’t love you?” You swerved the question. It wasn’t your secret to tell. He scoffed, looking away to wipe his tears. “Steve, if it’s something she said to you in the bathroom, you have to realize that she’s piss ass drunk and mad. Don’t take anything she says-“
“She looked me dead in the eyes and said I was bullshit, Y/N. That we’re acting like everything is okay and like..” He ran his hand through his hair before he shook his head. “Like we’re in love.”
“She’s drunk. I don’t think she intended for it to come out like that.”
“You know what she said to me when I asked her to clarify? She said it’s bullshit. I asked her if she loved me, Y/N, and she said it’s bullshit!” His voice quivered before he let out a breathy sob.
“Oh, Steve,” You whispered, before he crumbled into your arms. You blinked in surprise at the boy that wrapped himself around you, taking a moment before you wrapped your arms around his waist hesitantly. You let him hug you tightly and cry it out, not minding the fact that your shoulder was now drenched with his tears. You simply rubbed his back for a few minutes.
“Hey, it’s alright. I got you,” You whispered, feeling his right hand move up and hold you by the back of your neck to pull you even closer. You’d never been pressed against him like this; almost every part of you was touching ever part of him.
You hated how that seemed to awake the swarm of dormant butterflies in your stomach. It seemed as if they were reserved strictly for Steve, seeing as they never happened with anyone else. His warm and shaky breath on your neck made chills shoot down your spine. The way he held onto you as if his life depended on it only made your heart pound so hard that you were positive that he felt it too.
“I know. Trust me, I know from first hand experience just how bitchy she can be. I can’t even tell you the amount of times I’ve had to hold myself back from tackling her on the spot,” You said, making his chuckle softly and loosen his grip on you. “Don’t let her break your heart with drunk words, okay? You two can talk this through tomorrow.“
You pulled away and wiped his stray tears with your thumbs.
“I feel like a kid when you do that,” He chuckled softly.
“You kinda look like one. You have the saddest puppy dog eyes when you cry,” You smiled, making him chuckle again.
Maybe it was how the moonlight hit his damp face or the way his big, watery eyes danced across your own face, but he looked bone achingly pretty in that moment. You struggled to look away, to find any other excuse to distract you from just how magnetic his presence was.
“In the meantime, let me drive you home,” You broke eye contact and reached into his hand to grab his keys but he tightened his grip on them.
“What are you doing?” He sniffled.
“You might not be as drunk, but you reek of alcohol,” You said, lifting his hand by his wrist and plucking the keys out. “Friends don’t let friends drink and drive. Where’d you park?”
“Friends?” He smiled softly.
“Yeah, I figured I’d give that one to you tonight,” You shrugged, making him laugh. “Lead the way.”
“How exactly do you plan on getting home if you’re driving me home?” He blinked.
“I can walk.”
“Like hell I’m going to let you walk next to those woods!” He scoffed. “Either you’re staying at my place or I’m staying at yours.”
“You wanna have a sleep over?” You smirked. “You wanna braid each other’s hair and make friendship bracelets while we’re at it?”
“You’re seriously giving me shit right now? My cheeks aren’t even dry yet and you’re already being a dick,” He rolled his eyes as you walked past him to find his car.
“We’ve been friends all but two minutes and you already wanna have a slumber party, Harrington?” You continued to tease.
“I parked over there,” He pointed in the opposite direction.
“Right..” You pursed your lips, spinning on your heels and walking towards the direction of his car. He laughed at the fact that his comment made you fall silent.
———
“Hey, Dustin?” You knocked on his door with your pillow under your arm. No response. You knocked harder. “Dustin! I’m not gonna stop knocking until you-“
“What?!” He hissed, cracking his door just enough to peak into the hallway.
“I need to sleep in your room tonight.”
“What? Why?” He asked a little too quickly.
“Because Steve is tipsy and I offered him to stay in my bed. Now let me in-“
“Sounds like a you problem,” He said.
“Dustin! Don’t you dare shut this-“ The door slammed. “Door… You fucking asshole!”
You scoffed before walking back to your room. Steve looked up at you with confusion as he began getting under your covers.
“I’ll take the floor,” You sighed, throwing your pillow down and walked to your closet to find blankets.
“What? No, I’ll take the floor. This is your room.”
“And you’re the guest.”
“Okay. Well, this is a queen sized bed. It’s big enough for the both of us,” He said. You blinked, looking at the bed and back at him. You weren’t oblivious to your chemistry, and up until that night, you’d done a phenomenal job at avoiding him like the plague out of respect for your friend. You couldn’t even begin to imagine just how angry she’d be if she found out he slept in the same bed as you.
“Yeah, I’ll stick with the floor,” You pursed your lips before turning towards your closet again. You heard your bed squeak before you felt his presence behind you. He grabbed the arm you were using to search with and pulled it down, turning you towards him.
Dear God, he was only mere inches away from you. You cursed the swarm of butterflies for exciting at the way he grabbed your arm.
“Look, I won’t try anything if that’s what you’re worried about,” He said firmly. “I won’t tell Nancy, and I’ll never bring it up again. We can even put some pillows between us if it makes you feel better.”
You sighed, looking at the bed in thought. He was right, you both respected Nancy and each other far too much to try anything. It was just sleeping next to one another. It wasn’t any different than the sleep overs you’ve had with Nancy, Barb, and Robin. What’s the worst that could happen?
“Fine. But you get the spot next to the wall,” You sighed.
“Deal,” He chuckled before crawling back into the bed.
The moment you’d gotten home, Steve asked to borrow warmer clothing since your mother liked to keep the house at an arctic climate. You gave him your step father’s old Indiana State University hoodie and sweatpants. You hadn’t really seen him in anything other than his yuppie jeans and jackets. This was a nice change of pace for him.
You grabbed your pillow and set it into its proper spot before reaching over and turning out the lights.
“Goodnight, Steve,” You said, turning away from him.
“Goodnight, Y/N.”
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Just a bet, 🍋 Jonathan Byers
surprisingly the first time I've written him and submissive men in gen 💋, content: nsfw, fingering, p in v sex, self degradation, work count: 1.7k
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You never liked to be classified as a mean girl, but you could admit that this was definitely mean girl behavior. It was one thing to talk about someone, but to go as far as make bets on them. Especially regarding the size of their you know what. Either way, a bet was a bet, and something told you that you would be the one taking all the money home tonight. 
“I didn't really think you were a party guy.” You told Jonathan as you applied a fresh layer of lip gloss before rubbing your lips together. 
“Oh, I promise you, I’m not.” He says, eyes flickering between yours and your lips. “I just uh- I guess I wanted to try to get out of my shell a bit.”
He gives you a soft nervous smile, clearly unsure where to keep his gaze. He says something else, but his words drown in the roar of the party. Leaning in, you brought your hand to his shoulder, allowing him to instead say it into your ear. Before he spoke, you heard his breath hitch and heard him gulp. Hook, line and sinker. 
“W-what about you?” Jonathan asks, not wanting the conversation to end. 
Carefully your hand moves to the back of his neck, he allows you to bring his head lower, so you could easily speak into his ear. You take the opportunity to let your fingers comb into the hairs at the back of Jonathan's head. The feeling drags a noise out of him before it's quickly covered with a cough. 
“I guess you could say I’m the same way. My friends are the real party girls, and sometimes I just tag along.” You told him, fingers playing in his short hair. “Can I ask you something? It's like really loud in here, and you seem ten times more interesting than anyone here. Do you mind if we find a quiet place to talk?”
Jonathan looks at you for a moment before responding. He was unsure if you were being serious or not. It wouldn't be the first time a pretty girl had teased him in this way. Narrowing your eyes, you scanned his indecisive expression before leaving him to think about your question. He watched you as you made your way to your friends. Once you did, they all looked to Johnathan, and the nerves in his body turned his stomach. In worry? In excitement?
Either way, when Jonathan saw you making your way back to him, he swallowed his nerves and bit the bullet. The two of you searched the crowded house for an empty room, and the nerves Johnathan had tried to suppress were quickly rising. He couldn't tell if it was all the people, their comments, their crude facial expressions. Or if it was you. Eventually an empty room was found and the two of you were finally alone. 
Of course, before anything could happen, you needed to ease Jonathan into it. You knew boys like him, the silent sweet type, probably definitely inexperienced. Most people think they shy away from sex, but you knew it was the opposite. All that lack of attention would build and build, so the moment they had a chance to let it out they'd take it. Thankfully, talking with Jonathan was actually somewhat fun, and what came after was surprisingly incredible. 
“And the underdeveloped film can't be exposed to light”
“Uh huh.” You nodded, clearly not paying attention.  
Or at least not paying attention to what he was talking about and more so the way he was talking about it. He spoke so passionately and intensely about his interest. Even going as far as to set his drink aside when the muscle memory in his hands started to kick in, mirroring what you could only assume was him holding film or his camera. He continued to talk, not yet noticing the way you were inching closer to him.
“because it ruins the pictures.” 
“Uh huh.” You tilted your head to the side. “Of course it does.” 
“And it uh almost ruins the possibility of it developing c-correctly.” 
The realization slowly creeps up on him and Jonathans eyes are back flickering between yours and your lips.  Your deep brown eyes and long lashes. Your beautiful brown and pink lips shining with gloss and shimmering with glitter. He bet they were soft, very soft and tasted like whatever flavor gloss you were wearing. God, he couldn't wait to know what they tasted like. 
“Can I ask you something?” 
He nods eagerly.
“Can I kis-” 
Jonathan waste no time, his lips crashed into yours, and it's clear now how pent-up he really his. He kisses you anxiously yet desperately. Desperate to feel your touch. Yet nervous to feel you. He forces his hands to stay on his knees balled into fist, daring to break free. 
Poor thing, god, he really had no idea what he was doing
Thankfully, though, you did. Taking his hands into yours you guided them to your side erasing whatever space was left between the two of you. He quickly adapts to the feeling, gently squeezing and massaging your body. His fingers press into your skin, daring to pull you even closer before hesitating and pushing you back. His desperation and nervousness fighting back and forth. 
Wrapping your arms around his neck before swiftly climbing on top of him, Jonathan's mouth clung to yours. His hands slid to your hips and Jonathan's grip tightened. He pulls you into his lap, squirming at the pressure your body brought. A muffled sound leaving him as your body meets his. A moan ? A whimper ? 
Regardless of what it was, it wouldn't be the last sound to leave the very needy boy. Soon both of your clothes were discarded on the floor, leaving the two of you in your underwear and Jonathan with a new-found confidence. He roamed around your body more freely. His eyes, his lips, his hands. Venturing over your chest, neck, collarbones and clothed clit, taking in all and every inch of you.
“F-fuck, Jonathan, just like that.”
The palm of his hand slides up and down against your aching clit. He teases you the same way he'd tease himself. Deep and rough. You shudder at his touch, chuckling through shaking gasps and moans. 
“Do you like that?” Jonathan asks between deep breaths hoping, praying that you did. 
Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, and quickly you nodded. Jonathan's eyebrows pinch together, and he holds himself back, copying your actions as little sounds slipped from both of your lips. Jonathan continues his actions focusing solely on you and your pleasure, his middle, and index fingers pull the fabric of your underwear aside. He presses his palm harder against your clit, moving in tight close circles as his fingers dip inside of you. You gasp and move your hips forward, pushing them deeper inside of you. 
“Fuck.” You moaned body buzzing. 
Rocking back and forth you rode Jonathan's hand. Losing yourself in the combined pleasure of his palm and fingers. You were close and even he could feel it. The way you tighten and soaked his fingers. The way it ran down his hand he could cum just from seeing you be this undone. You were unraveling right before his eyes and Jonathan was loving every second of it. 
Your climax came and went taking all your energy and restarting your stamina. With shaky legs you climbed off Jonathan and planted your self on the bed. You expected him to join you immediately to finish what the two of you had started. But instead Jonathan found himself a bit preoccupied cleaning his fingers of your cum. 
You chuckled to yourself at the realization before pushing off the bed. You wrapped your arms around him, you rested your head on his shoulder feeling a bit sentimental. Knowing that although you were doing this with ulterior motives Jonathan wasnt. You pressed to his jaw whispering sweet nothing's to him. Hoping that he’ll remember your words and remember this moment as something sweet. 
“I want you.” You said softly. “I want you to fuck me Jonathan.”
He gasped under his breath, and you smiled a mischievous grin. Slowly you brought your hand to his lap teasing Jonathan over the fabric of his boxers. Focusing entirely on the dark spot his pre-cum had created. Circling the damp area in tight slow motions. He squirms from your touch little whimpers leaving him as he shifted. 
He nodded immediately, and his lips desperately found yours. You were both swift. Removing the few pieces of clothing still left on your bodies and laying on the bed. From there things went on how they always did until they didnt. It happened so quick you almost didnt notice the change at first. One moment Jonathan was praising you and your body and the next he was doing the opposite to himself. 
“Oh god you feel so fucking good.” He moaned. “am I as clueless as you were hoping?” 
The words slipped through the cracks of your mind. You were too overwhelmed with the creeping feeling of over stimulation. Your last orgasm mixing with the one that was now quickly building. 
 “Huh is it as small as you expected?” Jonathan spoke again with steady thrust yet this time you caught it. 
“Wha-?” You questioned him mind hazy. 
“This is what you wanted right? To see what the weirdo had in his pants to see how little he really was just say it.” Jonathan persisted voice shaking. “Say it just say it please.” He begged dropping his steady pace for a speedier sloppier one. “Please just say it.” He whimpered your name. 
His hips snapped against yours deeper and faster Jonathan worked you both. Again and again he continued building and building your climax while holding his back. A familiar feeling spread across the bottom of your stomach and as your second orgasm took over your body Jonathan quickly pulled out. His hand met his shaft furious pumps of his fist spray thick white ropes across your skin. He moans weakly prolonging his climax until it was too much for him to handle. Jonathan collapses atop you and his knowledge of you and your friend's antics becomes crystal clear. 
“I hope the moneys worth it.” He huffed pushing himself off of you to instead lay beside you. “What did you bet huh my dick was small or that I’d last three seconds.” 
You laugh at the accusation. 
“Nope I bet the opposite.” You smirked. “It's always the silent ones who surprise you.”
Jonathan looked at you softly, surprised. 
“Yea… I guess so.”
Masterlist - mjlovescm "Sweet and Sour", Argyle one-shot "While the conditioner sits", 🍋 Eddie Munson
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A touch of cinnamon and spice
Chapter 4
summary: Our boys awkwardly talk about their feelings.
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Notes: Sorry, I totally forgot to mention this before: Robin and Steve are roommates! Also, Steve doesn’t know what D&D is! For the sake of this fic I will ignore the fact that they normally wouldn’t have their own bathroom at their dorm room. In case you didn’t know: putting a sock on the outer doorknob of a room means “Don’t come in, we’re doing spicy stuff!”
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Chapter 4 · November 6th 1987 
“Hey, I’m back!”
Jonathan shut the door and threw his backpack onto his bed.
“Hmm.” Eddie made a noise of acknowledgment but didn’t look up from his book. Not even his favorite story had managed to cheer him up, even though he had loved reading “The Hobbit” since he was a kid. Instead, he was staring at the sketch he had made of Steve, which he had kept between the pages… 
“Listen, you should come to the game with me.” Jonathan sounded determined. 
“Huh?” Eddie turned his head to see if Jonathan was joking. Football? Really? He wasn’t a fan of sports and Jonathan knew that.
“I just think some fresh air would be good for you… And to focus your mind on something else for a change…” Jonathan shrugged. 
Eddie frowned. It hadn’t even been a whole week since the halloween party. He had a hard time shaking off the memory of the kiss. Steve’s soft lips against his own and the fireworks in his chest… And the dreadful scene that unfolded in front of him afterward.
Since then, Eddie had run into Steve a few times in the halls or the cafeteria. He had tried to talk to him, but Eddie had bolted every single time. He had taken notice of Steve’s worried face, but he wasn’t interested in what he had to say. Eddie was still hurting and it was embarrassing. He shouldn’t care so much about a guy he kissed once. So he chose to mope about it in his dorm room and avoid leaving whenever he could.
“I gotta take some pictures for the school paper”, Jonathan went on as he prepared his camera with a new film, cleaned the lens, and stuck it into his camera bag. “You could tag along?”
“Ugh, alright.” Eddie sighed as he got up from his bed and stretched his back. “I guess I don’t have anything better to do anyway.”
The moment he stepped outside, Eddie regretted it. He had only thrown his leather jacket over his hoodie when he had left the dorm.
It had been an especially uncomfortable November day. The weather was grim and cold, large dark gray clouds were covering the sky. He pulled the hood over his unruly hair which helped a bit to keep the wind from his neck and face.
Unsure about how this could change his already miserable mood, Eddie grumpily accompanied Jonathan to the football field.
Jonathan took his place at the side of the field, all the way down the bleachers whereas Eddie was walking up a few steps, looking for a free seat. Despite the weather, it was very crowded since it was the last game of the season. 
“Hey, Eddie!” A familiar voice called his name.
Oh no.
Equipped with a dark blue coat and a burgundy scarf, Steve was sitting a few rows ahead. He was giving Eddie a small reluctant smile and offered the free seat beside him. His usually neatly styled hair was a little messy, due to the relentless fall wind. 
Eddie felt his shoulders tense up.
Just be casual, Munson. Like he didn’t consume your thoughts for the last few weeks.
“Hey,” Eddie said as his cheeks blushed slightly with embarrassment. He sat down, hands in his pockets, pretending to follow the game to avoid Steve’s view. Their college’s team had just scored a touchdown and everyone was cheering around them. Colorful banners and big foam fingers flew through the air as they shouted their team’s anthem.
After a while, Steve spoke up carefully: “Um, so I wanted to ask you… why did you leave the party so suddenly?”
Here we go.
“You seemed busy flirting with someone else, so I thought it was better if I left,” Eddie answered dryly. His shoulders felt tight as he waited for the impending rejection. 
“I wasn’t flirting though.” 
“Huh?” Eddie raised his eyebrows at him.
“I was catching up with some friends I hadn’t seen in a while. And when you were gone, I was so confused.” Steve said softly. “I was genuinely looking forward to meeting up with you again…” 
“Oh…” Something inside Eddie began to stir with hope. This was not what he had expected. 
Steve awkwardly scratched the back of his head. “I, um… I thought we had a moment that night.” And now it was him blushing and not looking at Eddie. “Sparks, fireworks, whatever you wanna call it…”
Eddie stared at his feet, letting his long curls fall into his face, hopefully concealing his flushed cheeks. He had to wrap his head around what he had just heard, but Steve sounded honest. After all, he could have just ignored Eddie and moved on, but here he was, talking to him, clarifying what had happened. It had all been a big misunderstanding.
“We did have a moment…” He glanced over at Steve, lips curling into a soft smile.
“So… are we good?” Steve asked, playfully bumping his shoulder into Eddie’s.
“We’re good, Stevie.” Eddie let out a huffed laugh. He sat upright again, relief flooding his body and he felt his shoulders relaxing. “Damn, now I wish I had stayed.”
“There’s always next time if you want.” Steve gave him a charming smile and their eyes locked.
One day Eddie’s heart was gonna jump out of his chest at how beautiful Steve was. He looked at him with kind eyes and this stupid grin on his face. 
What did I get myself into… he’s so pretty…
They watched together as Steve made a few comments about the course of the game. Eddie nodded along, pretending to understand the football lingo, but it gave him an excuse to look at Steve’s handsome face.
“So, how come Robin isn’t with you? The two of you seemed pretty inseparable.” Eddie asked, eager to find out more about Steve’s life.
“She’s currently at our dorm with her girlfriend, Nancy, the girl that you saw at the party,” Steve explained. “Also full disclosure, Nancy and I used to date in high school, but that didn’t work out, and now we’re friends.”
Their team scored another goal and the audience around them roared. 
“Honestly I have no idea what’s going on down there!” Eddie chuckled and gestured towards the field.
“Then why are you still here?” Steve laughed.
“It’s the excellent company for me, Stevie” Eddie smirked.
Eddie felt a few raindrops fall onto his nose and cheeks and he looked up at the sky. It had started to drizzle, but the dark clouds in the distance looked very ominous.
Those who were thoughtful enough to bring umbrellas and raincoats were fine, but Eddie groaned as his jeans and hood slowly got drenched.
What started as a light shower that was easy to handle, quickly developed into massive rainfall with heavy gusts of wind. Down on the field, the players kept slipping and losing their balance on the soaked lawn due to poor visibility from the rain and wind. 
At first, the announcer reported that they were keeping the game going, hoping the rain would subside soon. But with time, the injuries kept piling up and several players of each team had to be taken off the field to be treated by the paramedics. The breaking point was when one of the quarterbacks had hurt his ankle so badly, they believed it to be broken.
Once again, the announcer’s voice roared from the speakers: “That’s it, folks, we’re gonna have to pick this up another time! Please get inside safely and don’t rush!”
Steve nudged Eddie in the side: “Let’s go!”
Back inside, Eddie took off his hood and rubbed his hands together. He was completely drenched and freezing and Steve didn’t seem to have gotten away any better despite his winter coat.
Steve looked like a sad, wet puppy: Big eyes, hair deflated, wet strands hanging in his face, rain dripping from the tip of his nose.
“Are you okay?” Eddie chuckled, the sight that Steve presented was just too cute.
“I can’t go back to my dorm…” Steve let out a groan of frustration.
“Why not?”
“Robin has invited Nancy over to our room.” He glanced over at Eddie. “We have a deal: I watch the game, they can have some alone time…” 
“Ooh.” 
Steve looked at his watch. “I have like 2 more hours to kill at least”, he said with a frown.
“You can come to my dorm”, Eddie offered. “I can help you warm up”, he added with a cheeky smirk.
“You’re ridiculous”, Steve laughed but followed Eddie to his dorm room.
Eddie lent Steve some sweatpants, a faded Metallica shirt and showed him to the bathroom where he could get changed.
Meanwhile, he threw his own wet clothes on the radiator, slipped into comfy pajama pants, a Black Sabbath shirt, and then frantically tried to clean up the place. Once he was done, it was still a mess, but he hoped Steve wouldn’t pay much attention to it.
“Thanks for the change of clothes, I already feel so much better”, Steve said, stepping out of the bathroom. He was rubbing his hair dry with a towel which made the already very small shirt ride up at his waist and expose a gorgeous dark trail of hair from his bellybutton to the rim of the sweatpants. 
“No problem…” Eddie’s voice trailed off as he glanced at Steve’s exposed skin and the way his shirt stretched over his pecs and biceps. 
Steve put both hands on his hips and let his gaze wander around Eddie’s side of the room. Posters of his favorite bands, like Metallica, Judas Priest and DIO, magazine cutouts and a few concert tickets were plastered all over the wall. A large banner that said CORRODED COFFIN in black and red distorted letters had been hung in the middle. An acoustic guitar was placed next to the TV at the foot of his bed.
“Corroded Coffin is your band, right?” Steve asked and pointed to the banner.
“Yeah“, Eddie answered, delighted that he remembered the name. 
“I’d love to hear you guys play someday.”
“I’m gonna convert you to a true metal fan, just so you know.”
“We’ll see about that”, Steve laughed.
Next, he wandered over to Eddie’s cluttered desk in the corner. It was covered with drawings, weirdly shaped dice, pencils and books. He picked up one of his books and raised an eyebrow.
“Dungeons and Dragons, huh? Sounds kinky…”
Eddie snorted. “Right…” 
Steve sat down on Eddie’s bed, stretched out his legs and put the towel around his neck.
“Do you wanna watch a movie?” Eddie asked. He was happy to see that Steve had already made himself comfortable on his bed. “Here”, he took his blanket and threw it over Steve’s legs.
“Thanks. Do you have Star Wars?”
Eddie’s face lit up, excited that Steve was a fan, too. He went over to his stack of VHS tapes next to the TV. “Sure, which one do you wanna watch?”
“The one with the teddy bears,” Steve replied with a confident grin.
“Really, Steve?” Eddie rolled his eyes at him.
“What?” Steve shrugged. 
“You’re lucky, you’re cute”, Eddie commented while looking for the right tape.
The characteristic Star Wars intro blared from the speakers. The bright yellow writing on the starry sky slowly floated over the screen, introducing the premise of the story. Eddie sat down on the bed next to Steve, who, without saying a word, lifted the blanket and Eddie snuck under it with him.
Smiling to himself, Eddie felt himself buzzing with excitement on the inside. He was ready to take it slow, but he also really wanted to kiss Steve again… 
Throughout the movie, Steve kept asking random questions like “Who’s that old guy again?” and commented “I have no idea what’s going on…” when the rebels around Han, Leia and Luke met up to discuss their plan to bring down the empire.
“I thought you’ve seen this before?” Eddie laughed, but Steve just shrugged.
Eddie shifted in his seat and sneakily scooted a little closer to Steve, snuggling against his side. They were practically cuddling by now and Eddie felt the energy shifting slightly as Steve leaned into the touch. 
“Han Solo is so hot”, Steve remarked about thirty minutes into the movie. 
“Dark cheeky rebels do it for you then, huh, Stevie?” Eddie teased.
“Maybe”, Steve whispered and suddenly there was a broad hand on Eddie’s thigh, giving it a little squeeze. His heart started beating faster. They were so close… Breathing in Steve’s wonderful sweet scent and gazing deep into his longing eyes made Eddie feel warm all over. 
Steve’s gaze dropped to his lips. “Can I kiss you?”
“Next time sure is here faster than I thought”, Eddie gave him a cocky grin.
“Shut up”, Steve laughed and pulled him into a soft kiss. 
The way Steve kissed him was exhilarating, Eddie felt like fireworks were bursting in his chest. He tilted his head and kissed him back impatiently while tugging on his waist to get him to come closer. Steve climbed into Eddie’s lap, both of his legs on either side of Eddie’s. He was met with Eddie’s arms wrapping around him immediately. 
“For the record, it’s called Return of the Jedi...”, he mumbled between kisses.
“Hmm?” 
“The movie. Star Wars Episode VI: Return of the Jedi”
Steve looked at him confused and with kiss swollen lips and flushed cheeks. “Is this your idea of making me swoon?” He asked with a huffed laugh.
Eddie grinned and sealed their mouths again. Steve’s fingers wandered into his hair and started drawing patterns into the nape of his neck, sending shivers over Eddie’s sensitive skin. 
They made out with the movie still playing behind them, neither of them paying attention. When Eddie playfully bit into Steve’s bottom lip, then licked over it apologetically, Steve suddenly let out a small moan. 
Eager to find out what other sweet sounds Steve would make, Eddie did it again, this time biting a little rougher. Steve let out another soft noise of pleasure.
“Eddie…”, he whispered and then his lips were on Eddie’s again, kissing him hungrily. “Eds… I really like you…” Steve said in a low voice, rolling his hips slowly in Eddie’s lap.
“Would be strange if you hated me since you’re in my lap and…” he teasingly grinded his hips upwards and Steve let out a choked whimper “...hard.”
“You don’t seem unaffected by this yourself…” Steve licked his lips and gazed at Eddie from under his long lashes. Experimentally, he drove his hips down harder.
“Stevie…” Eddie groaned and his hands moved to grip Steve’s hips, guiding his motions. 
“God, you’re so hot, why are you so hot…” Steve was almost slurring his words between kisses and driving his hips down into Eddie’s crotch.
Eddie answered by pulling Steve into a filthy kiss, greedily sliding his tongue inside his mouth, earning him another moan. His hand found its way under Steve’s, well, his t-shirt and brushed over his nipple. The lewd noise that Steve made went right to Eddie’s dick. Something hungry was building up in his belly, yearning for more.
“You’re driving me insane, you know that?” Eddie growled against Steve’s hot skin while kissing down his neck, licking and biting gently. “Lie down for me, okay?”
“Okay…” Steve let Eddie maneuver him until he was lying on his back, splayed out, letting his legs fall open for Eddie to fit snugly between them. But instead, Eddie got up.
“Hang on a second…” he said, grabbed one of his socks from the floor and put it on the outer doorknob of the room.
“Woah, you have high hopes”, Steve chuckled and raised an eyebrow at him. 
“Well, Stevie, I’d say that’s entirely your fault, laid out like this on my bed, looking like a snack!” Eddie just shrugged and laid on top of Steve and kissed him again before he could say anything else about the sock on the door.
“I still wanted to tell you… at the party, hmm” Steve broke off mid-sentence as Eddie was attacking his neck with wet kisses. “You looked so hot… the eyeliner and no shirt, just the jacket… I couldn’t stop staring at you.” 
“You’re one to talk, I wanted to rip that tiny white shirt right off… that chest hair, lemme see, please?” Eddie was tugging at his shirt and Steve sat up so Eddie could take it off.
Eddie immediately buried his face in Steve’s beautiful chest hair. Steve was all broad and hairy, whereas Eddie was more on the lean side and just sported a few hairs on his own chest. Steve’s tanned skin was peppered with moles all over his torso like little kisses and Eddie was determined to find every single one and kiss it himself.
He let out a pleased sigh and began to trace the shape of Steve’s pecs and gently took his nipple into his mouth. He flicked his tongue over it, then the other one, making Steve squirm under his touch.
“Ahh oooh, Eds!” Steve bucked up his hips. 
Eddie came up again to kiss him and rubbed his crotch back against Steve’s whose hands flew to Eddie’s butt, squeezing, spurring him on to give him that delicious friction.
“Steve…” Eddie purred over him and propped himself up on his elbows, stroking with one hand through Steve’s hair that stood up messily from his forehead. “Stevie, baby” he whispered again to get his attention.
“Yeah?” Steve looked utterly ravaged, blinking up at Eddie, trying so hard to concentrate. Eddie knew he was close, he felt it and saw it in his gaze.
“As much as I’d love to mindlessly hump you, Stevie, these are my last clean pants. The ones you’re wearing and mine.”
Steve let out a small frustrated groan. “So what do you propose?”
“Good old-fashioned handjob?” Eddie suggested with a grin.
“I’m up for that” Steve smiled. “But first, take this off please, I wanna see you, too” he pulled on Eddie’s shirt and slid it over his head.
“You have more tattoos!” Steve’s eyes went wide as he traced the tattoo on Eddie’s chest with his fingers.
“I do,” Eddie chuckled. “Planning on getting more, too.”
“Hot…” Steve said in a low voice as he admired Eddie. He reached up to cup his jaw and dragged him down into another kiss.
Eddie helped Steve tug down his sweatpants and underwear as well as his own. He felt his excitement grow upon seeing Steve’s heavy cock again, this time hard and up close. 
His mouth began to water. Another time maybe…
“Here, let me”, Steve offered as he wrapped his broad hand over both of their shafts. Eddie moaned loudly when Steve began to slowly pump his hand, using their precum to ease the glide. 
“Steve… oh god”, Eddie rocked into his hand.
“Feels good?” Steve’s voice sounded rough and filthy. Eddie felt the blood rush through his veins.
“Yeah… you’re amazing” Eddie whimpered shakily. “I’m close, Stevie.”
Steve gently rubbed his thumb over the sensitive underside of his swollen cockhead, taking Eddie by surprise and with a sudden cry, he spilled across Steve’s stomach. Encouraged by this and Eddie’s wrecked noises, Steve moved his hand faster and soon he was shooting his own big load onto his tummy and watched it mix with Eddie’s.
Both of them were breathing heavily. Eddie bent down to give Steve a tender kiss. “I like you, too, you know… In case you didn’t know already.” Steve gave him a stunning smile, eyes gleaming, cheeks pink. Eddie peppered a few more kisses to the corner of his mouth and his cheeks. 
After cleaning themselves up, they cuddled up under the blanket again. They watched the rest of the movie while laughing, kissing, enjoying each other’s company and eventually Eddie asked: “Do you wanna stay here tonight?” 
Steve was sitting in his lap again, with his back to Eddie’s chest, Eddie’s arms around him. “Don’t you think Jonathan will be back at some point?” 
“I’m pretty sure he’ll just go over to Argyle’s and sleep there”, Eddie replied and gave him a suggestive look. “With the sock still on the door…”
“I guess I can stay then.” Steve smiled.
“Awesome! Let’s order some food and then… How about The Lost Boys next?” Eddie grinned.
Jonathan had been at the photo lab after the football game had been canceled and was now making his way back to the dorm. It was already dark out and he wanted nothing more than to lie down with a good book. As he approached his dorm, he noticed a white tennis sock hanging on the doorknob and he stopped in his tracks.
He did see Eddie and Steve sitting next to each other on the bleachers and he had hoped they’d talked things through. So hopefully it was them in there… talking.
He grinned to himself and turned around.
Jonathan knocked on the door, heart racing in his chest as he clutched his bag and waited.
The door swung open and Argyle, long dark hair flowing over his shoulders, stood in the doorframe. His face lit up once he saw it was Jonathan.
“Hey!”
“Hi,” Jonathan smiled shyly. “My dorm is occupied tonight, can I stay with you?”
“Absolutely, come on in!”
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MAG 10185 - Comatose
JSE EGOS X THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES
Fanfic/Statement.
Written by Kalcifer
(Loosely inspired by this fanfic by vanyzvat!!!!)
⚠️CW: descriptions of gore, hospitals, psychological horror, mental deterioration, acts of violence and loss of sanity.⚠️
Please move forward safely!!
Statement of Doctor Henrik Von Schneeplestien, regarding a patient that never existed. Statement documented November 16th, 2018, read by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London. Statement Begins;
You see a lot of things as a doctor. A lot of very awful things. Things that you wished to never return too. I used to be able to not let things get to me, and I used to do it well.
One time a woman died in my care, aged 21. That was the first time something like that got to me. She was so young so- ready to begin her life. She was healthy too- a complete accident that took her away too short. And I couldn't help her- it drove me mad.
I don't even know how long it took me before I was able to sleep at night, but eventually I did, knowing that focusing on using her memory to motivate me to do better would allow me to save more people than wallowing in my own self pity ever could.
What I'm trying to make you understand is that I am used to seeing people during their worst moments and I am used to being able to come back from it. It's part of my job to be able too you understand.
This is why- this case- it, it worries me.
I want to believe I just lost my mind. I wished, I so utterly wished it was as simple as that. But I wouldn't be here if that was the case would I?
This all started two years ago. October 31st. I was appointed to overlook the care of a patient that had been put in a medically induced coma- after he had apparently, mutilated himself with a 7 inch kitchen knife. I won't go into detail but the wound was bad. And in my own professional opinion, the fact he survived at all was nothing short of a miracle.
I- I try to picture the man I was looking after for months. A year? I- don't know how long it was. But the image of him, it shifts in my mind- it warps like sand and everytime I think I can clearly picture him- he's faded into something completely different.
The one thing I do know for certain is that vibrant green hair he had, it was the first thing I noticed about him before I had to see that, horrid wound on his throat. I expected it to fade during his time with me. But it never did. The day he left it was just as vibrant as it was the day he arrived.
Each time I entered his room- (room 10-185) my head would start spinning. I got what I needed done, I- I attempted to treat him with the same humanity I did with all my patients, especially those who are in such conditions as he is. But every time I entered that room I felt the pressure of an intense migraine push at the front of my skull and I found myself hurrying out of his presence more times than I can count.
It was, routine as always, leaving his room only a few minutes after I entered, rushing towards the nearest bathroom when I noticed it- blood- my own blood, trickling gently down from the corneas of my eyes, staining my otherwise cleaned hospital mask. I hoped it was just my, apparently terrible vision but the blood it- it just looked too red- too vibrant- it reminded me of the man's hair that refuses to fade.
I started seeing things about three months before he left. Shadows that quickly escaped my vision as soon as I tried to look at them. The machines he was hooked up too- switching from a heartbeat monitor to awful, graphic images of visara. The lenses in cameras shifted to look like piercing eyes, flickering to stare at me and to never break their contact.
The wound should've healed by then. It should've. The man should've been dead at that point if he kept bleeding the way he did. But he didn't. He wouldn't die he just lay there. A sickening imitation of death, a mockery- towards me.
That's what it had to be. It was some cruel joke. Towards me, to give me this patient- this thing, to cause me my breakage. Why something would do this is beyond me, and why me? Its something I wished I could give an answer for.
But nothing ever changed. I just got worse. I stopped cutting my hair I think, I only barely followed the hospital guides for cleanliness as much as I could- as much as my tormentor would let me before the water in my shower turned to acid in my mind. Causing me to jump out screaming- it never was of course. It always had been water. The marks that plague my skin say otherwise but it's impossible for it to be anything other than water.
You would think the day the man left the hospital would be a joyous day for me. That I would be happy to see him finally be removed from my life. But no. Of course not. Why would I get any respite from this torment?
I came into the room, disheveled as always. And he wasn't there- I almost didn't notice it- I had gotten so far down my own delusion that I barely noticed that his presence wasn't in the room.
I almost cried with relief, until I saw the flickering of the lights. It- it was just an electrical issue- something that could be fixed- I tried to reason with myself- but the pit in my stomach knew- I just knew it was him.
The hospital stopped making noise that day. Everything stopped, it was like the world had paused. No one was there, I checked. And I checked again. And it was only the third time, after I had checked every room, every inch of the hospital, that I finally returned to room 10-185. And where my patient was waiting for me.
He was facing the wall opposite the door from which I entered. His hair was still that green colour- it- it hurt to look at. I tried not to look, but I couldn't, I felt the blood pour down my face as my eyes grew overwhelmed at the sight of the man and, all the features I can't even place in my mind.
And then- he spoke- his voice was something that could only work after doing what he did to his own throat, the very thing, the action that tied me to him. He said "I think I'm ready to be checked out. Thank you, doctor"
He turned to stare at me. At least his head did. The rest of him stayed statue still. I could hear his bones pop and his flesh tear, as he forced himself to look at me. And gave me a large smile, the blood from his throat, gushing out from between his rotted teeth like a broken faucet.
I'm sure I blacked out, I had to. Because the next moment I remember, I'm in the office of my superior. Being given the information that I had been fired. I'm sure that's what he said. The ringing static in my ears was so loud at that point, I could only piece together what he was telling me.
I didn't care at that point. I just wanted the figure that loomed over his shoulder to stop staring at me with its bloodshot eyes and broken smile.
I have no where else to go now. No one in my life that's cared to stick around will believe me. I have nothing but my story and my diminishing mind. Hopefully, I can finally get some rest at night. It is so hard too when you're being watched.
Statement ends.
After some research into this statement we have confirmed that Dr. Schneeplestien, a German man who had been living in England for upwards of 15 years, did infact work as a surgeon in the Manchester Royal Infirmary.
He was subsequently let go from his job, after neglecting his work for upwards of 15 months. It had only came into light that he was doing so, 3 months before his, very abrupt departure. He had apparently, lashed out at his superiors when he was confronted about this, leading to his almost immediate suspension- as well as arrest for assault towards a police officer, as he was forcibly removed from hospital property.
Henrik had apparently, grabbed a surgical scalpel from his lab coat- and had stabbed one of the officers in the collar. The man survived- but it is interesting to me that Henrik had very clearly, aimed for the same area as the wound of the patient he was looking after, apparently was.
Speaking of the patient- he very much does not exist. The is no record of anyone remotely similar to Schneeplestien's- albeit very vague description of the man, ever being admitted to the Manchester Royal, or existing in the first place.
I was initially tempted to appoint this in the discreated section. As to me it very much reads as the ramblings of a, clearly mentally unwell individual. However one thing that was found when doing this research, is what happened leading up to this statement being made in the first place.
Henrik Von Schneeplestien, was apparently, taken into the custody of the research facility known as I.R.I.S. a facility which, has very similar areas of study to The Magnus Institute. And apparently, take their findings with a lot more agency than the likes of The Magnus Institute. They seemingly, had allowed Henrik to make this statement to gather evidence towards- something.
I did try to reach out to them, as a follow up on this. To figure out what they could possibly need this research for. But apparently, everything about the case of Doctor Henrik Von Schneeplestien, is completely classified information. And legally, this is the only information available to the public about the doctor in any form.
After making this statement, it seems that I.R.I.S had effectively wiped any pre-existing public information of the doctor himself- other than this statement of course. For what reason, I don't know.
That just begs the question- what does I.R.I.S have to hide? I have this nagging feeling that this will not be the last we hear of I.R.I.S- or the likes of the former doctor either..
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Spies AU - Part 5
Part 1 Part 6 AO3
23rd July 2015
Steve and Jonathan weren't exactly friends, but they had a cordial enough working relationship.
They rarely crossed paths in the hallways of The Agency.
Whenever he was in the building, Steve was almost always either in the training rooms or visiting Robin’s desk amongst the other analysts, who were usually less than happy to see him.
Field agents rarely visited their analysts while they were at work. Most had friendly relationships with one another, but they often met up after or in between work, never during business hours.
But Steve and Robin were one.
There were no office hours or out of office hours for them and every single molecule of Steve’s success as their top agent was just as much Robin’s work as it was his own.
But the other analysts were probably also unhappy with how loud they tended to get when they got lost in conversation.
Jonathan spent all of his time holed up in his dark room or in one of the gadget rooms, tending to his obscenely complicated cameras and lenses that Steve was, quite frankly, terrified of.
They just seemed so fragile.
And he had big, clunky, jock hands that didn’t have much deftness to them.
Unless he was styling his hair but that was a very well practised routine.
Steve wasn’t exactly nervous for the meeting he had set up with Jonathan to discuss the ‘project’ he had in mind but it was just…
How did the phrase go?
High-school never ends?
Yeah.
And like, they hadn’t gone to school together, they’d only met when they both started working for The Agency but it was clear just from looking at them what cliques they would have belonged to.
On one side the quiet, outcast weirdos.
On the other, the meathead jocks.
And there was the whole Nancy of everything too.
Nancy had started at The Agency at the same time Steve and Jonathan had and when going through her training, had been advised by mentors that she had both the high scores and the skill to excel either as a Field Agent or an Investigator.
It was a rare thing.
People usually had one thing they were really good at and then the other things they weren’t as good at, but still had a talent for were added on as an addendum to their skill sheet when being evaluated for early projects until they found their permanent footing.
Nancy was equally competent in the field and in Investigations so she’d bounced back and forth for a while, trying to decide which was right for her.
She’d gone on a few early missions with Steve and there was a mutual attraction there but long stakeouts taught them they didn’t have much in common and they didn’t really have anything to talk about, which was a must for Steve in a relationship.
But she and Jonathan seemed to get on like a house on fire.
When she was trying her hand at Investigations, they were seen together constantly, even when the job didn’t require them to be, always deep in conversation.
It had been obvious to Steve that the writing was on the wall and there was no ill will on his side.
Yeah, they’d had some casual flirtations and some close moments but that was it. She and Jonathan just seemed right.
But the rest of the office seemed to think he was going to blow a gasket over it.
Especially after Nancy officially chose to work in Investigations, making her choice of partner right along with it.
He’d been eyed warily by those in the room, like they expected him to club Jonathan over the head, throw Nancy over his shoulder and hide her away in his cave.
Which was ridiculous.
But no matter how hard he tried to make it obvious he didn’t care, apparently the teenage high-school jock stereotype followed him around like a bad smell.
A lot of the Analysts and Technicians and Investigators tended to view the Field Agents as hot heads who drank protein powder in their morning coffee and constantly measured their dicks.
It wasn’t the most inaccurate take Steve had ever heard.
But there was a reason he preferred to hang out with Robin rather than the other Agents.
The least of which was that Robin never asked him, between the two of them, who he thought had a bigger dick, it was obvious it was her.
Her strap-on’s were fucking monstrous.
Steve sat in one of the meeting rooms, five minutes before he was due to meet with Jonathan and they could start discussing what this surveillance job entailed.
But five minutes passed with no sign.
Then ten.
And another ten.
Steve huffed to himself, irritated and stood. Fine, he’d just have to go and find Jonathan himself.
He changed floors and walked down the hallways towards the rows and rows of dark rooms, until he got to Jonathan’s door.
The light above was off, indicating it was safe to come in and Steve knocked, crossing his arms and waiting.
When no answer came he tried the door handle and found it locked, keeping the sensitive information inside, away from prying eyes and meaning Jonathan was most likely not in there.
There were a few other places he could be.
At Nancy’s desk, in the cafeteria or in the Technology department.
Steve decided to start at the last one. At least if Jonathan wasn’t there, he could talk to Dustin and maybe try to knock some more sense into the kid.
Dustin was down bad for his supervisor Suzie. Completely gone for her and he gushed about her practically any chance he got.
There had been a few moments when things had nearly happened, according to Dustin but Suzie always pulled back and even though both she and Steve had explained to him (separately) that it was a bad fucking idea for him to get involved with his supervisor, there was a power imbalance and it could end catastrophically, the kid wouldn’t listen.
To Steve’s dismay, Dustin was nowhere to be seen, probably because Suzie was nowhere to be seen.
But at the furthest end of the room, sitting hunched over a metal desk with tiny bits of a disassembled camera strewn about him sat Jonathan, glaring down at something like it had personally offended him.
He didn’t look up until Steve was practically right on top of him.
“Steve?” He asked, confused, turning to look at the clock hanging on the wall, his eyes going wide. “Shit, sorry man. I don’t- I think it all got away from me. You still have time for that meeting?”
“Yeah, don’t worry about it.” He said, even though he was still a little miffed. He didn’t have anything better to do but Jonathan didn’t need to know that. “Our meeting room should still be free.”
After Jonathan had gathered all of his stuff and put it away, they walked back down the hallways in silence. It wasn’t exactly comfortable but it wasn’t the most awkward thing Steve had ever experienced either. 
Just as Steve had closed the meeting room door behind them, Jonathan turned to him.
“Not that I’m upset about it or anything but why did you seek me out specifically?”
Steve paused where he stood and took in him with wide eyes.
“Um…”
“It’s just…” Jonathan hesitated, crossing his arms, “surely you’d have a better connection with Nancy and she’s in Investigations so she’d be able to get more info for you.”
He looked almost nervous, like he expected Steve to wedgie him and leave him hanging off of a coat hook or something. 
Steve shook his head. 
“No, I couldn’t go to Nancy. You know what she’s like. She’d want to know everything. Why I need these people watched, who they’re connected to, what the connection was between them… all that and this is a very…” He sighed, throwing himself down in one of the chairs on the opposite side of the table, putting distance between the two of them, trying to placate Jonathan’s nervousness around him. “This is a very delicate thing. You, on the other hand, don’t tend to ask questions. You won’t dig deeper into the people I want you to survey, you won’t take risks and you won’t be seen.”
“Oh.”
“Not that that’s a bad thing!” Steve scrambled to explain. “It’s just I need this handled with finesse. You cannot be discovered. And Nancy doesn’t really do finesse, she’s more like a…”
“Like a sledgehammer?”
Steve snorted. “Yeah, that’s one way of putting it, I guess. But you know what I mean, she’d try to dig into the why of everything and put herself at risk of being discovered.”
Jonathan nodded. “Yeah, I get what you mean. Okay.” He sat himself down directly across from Steve. “Tell me what I’m looking for.”
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3rd August 2015
Jonathan was good.
Jonathan was very fucking good.
When he’d asked Steve if he wanted just photo surveillance or if he also wanted video and audio too, Steve had stared just kind of dumbfounded. 
He didn’t think those last two were even options.
But here he was, sitting in front of his office desk, hundreds upon hundreds of minutes of video files and audio files in front of him along with thick folders in his lap of photographs taken at a distance from rooftops and around corners or through windows.
And they’d all been compiled chronologically along with small little notes added by Jonathan if something seemed noteworthy that happened as he was getting this info.
Steve’s four targets, Grant, Jeff, Gareth and Wayne were all here in full colour, practically telling their stories directly to him.
It felt a little creepy.
Almost like Eddie was a prospective date that Steve was looking into with way too much interest, like someone who wanted to wear his skin as a coat. 
But that wasn’t what this was. Eddie was the enemy. Steve was just gaining info about the enemy.
He was not being a creepy fucking stalker finding out everything he could about someone before they’d even kissed.
That would be just too fucking far.
Though he couldn’t deny it did kind of look like that. 
He pushed it to the back of his mind and rifled through the photos again.
He had already been through all of the files multiple times at this stage, clipping and saving the most important parts that told him their stories and had filled in any gaps along with his own research. 
Throughout it all Steve was hoping he could find an origin point for why Eddie was the way that he was now. 
Something that had pushed him to be able to be secret and silent and deadly.
He hit a completely dead end with Grant, Gareth and Jeff. All three of them dressed in the same kind of style. Dark and ripped clothes. Leather and plaid and chains and denim and wild hair and tattoos.
Out of the three of them Grant looked the scariest. He was a very tall and very large man with an impressive beard, covered head to toe in tattoos, piercings, pins and patches but the guy exuded teddy bear energy.
He was just a big ol’ softy. 
Jonathan had arrived into town and had begun observing Grant coincidentally on the same day as the anniversary of his mother’s passing. 
For the entire day Grant’s studio had been hopping with people. Tiny and weathered old church ladies, straight backed men in business suits, little kids and soccer moms all flooded in and out with a bouquet of flowers or a dish of something or a card in their hands for him.
And from the audio that Jonathan had managed to catch from inside, the gifts weren’t just to save face.
Many of the people would stay to tell stories or commiserate with Grant, tell him how sorry they were that he had lost his mother and how much they had loved her, how he had been such a good son to her at the end, how proud she was of him and how proud she would still be. 
It was adorable and not what Steve thought he’d be hearing from somewhere in Bumfuck Nowhere Indiana. Even the most snooty of Hawkins residents seemed to hold a soft spot for Grant’s deceased mom.
Even outside of his mother’s day of passing, the rest of the town was cordial and friendly to him, returning his jaunty waves or his smiles on the street.
There was one guy who seemed to call in on him more than the others, one guy who owned a flower shop right next door and seemed to keep him in constant supply of fresh flowers, delivering them every morning himself and then hanging around for longer than strictly necessary. 
It was cute. 
So in the end Steve doubted Eddie got his killer instinct from Grant Fogarty.
It was just as unlikely he became dangerous by hanging around with Jeff. If Grant was a giant teddy bear then Jeff was a big marshmallow. 
Like his other two friends, Jeff looked plenty intimidating. Tall and dark and covered in tattoos that could be easily hidden underneath a long-sleeved shirt that the guy wore to work at the fucking middle school as a music teacher because apparently Steve had never ever been right about judging a book by it’s cover before, not once.
He had misjudged Eddie, thinking he was safe when he was actually the most dangerous person he had ever met. 
He’s misjudged Grant and now he’d misjudged Jeff too because, based off of the chatter from inside the school walls, Jeff was far and away the teacher the kids loved the most.
He was calm, helpful, he explained things clearly and in a way the kids could grasp, he never raised his voice or got frustrated when it took the children a while to get a piece right and he also seemed to have gained himself the trust of some of the most ostracised kids.
More than once Steve had seen a kid be a victim of bullying or just having a really, really bad day, immediately make their way to Mr. Best’s music room where he’d comfort them and talk them down with low, soothing words and soft encouragement and Steve couldn’t help but think how different his own life might have turned out if he had a teacher like that growing up.
There was a student teacher at the school that Jeff seemed particularly close to as well , James. They were always walking the halls together or sitting with each other in the staff room.
On top of that, Jeff had an incredible voice. Masculine and raspy and lilting in a way that made Steve’s stomach tingle and he may or may not have kept most of those audio files to listen to on repeat.
So, okay, nothing there.
Maybe Gareth would have some more answers.
Except, nope. Because despite how mean and scary Gareth looked along with the other two, and despite the fact that he was clearly a little more crabby than them, he was still a sweet guy, quiet but sweet. 
There had been some kind of accident at the garage where he worked a couple of years ago, causing permanent nerve damage in his left hand and leaving him with a wealth of scars and putting an end to his drumming right along with it. But he was so well liked and had so much good will built up in the community, he was allowed to stay on at his job, even if it meant he worked a little slower than everyone else.
There was a curly haired, blondeish man almost always at his side, Bill, who helped him get most of his work done and the two seemed to be cordial to each other, a friendly enough working relationship.
Steve would have expected two people who’d worked so close to each other for so long to form something a little deeper but sometimes people didn’t click right and he couldn’t exactly begrudge Gareth or Bill that.
Okay, so Eddie had apparently grown up with incredible friends who were sweet and kind and didn’t go in for all that macho bullshit like so many friends did and his relationships seemed to be fucking perfect.
Steve scowled, staring down at the photos in his hands and thought again how different his life might have been if he’d grown up with friends like that. Friends that didn’t stand behind him and follow while he tried to play the part of the perfect little rich boy and actually seemed to have personalities of their own, refusing to bend to societal norms.
People who were all very much like Eddie, inside and out.
Throughout the chatter and audio he’d picked up, none of these friends had mentioned Eddie even once, at least not by name. He might have been referenced in conversation between the three of them whenever they met up for a few drinks, which was often, but Steve couldn’t be sure. 
If Eddie was mentioned when Steve suspected he was, it was always with a hint of resignation, or sadness. 
Like they missed him.
After all of this, Steve thought it had to be Wayne.
It had to be Wayne that put that survival instinct in him. It had to be Wayne who taught him to be quiet and crafty and able to fight.
Kids from abusive households usually had to change their personalities and keep their emotions in check to avoid the wrath of their guardians, to keep themselves safe and alive and Wayne had been to war.
Maybe Wayne had never been able to leave that war behind? It would make sense.
But again, for the fourth time in this part of his investigation, Steve was proven wrong.
Everything Steve had read about Wayne was true, he was a war vet, he had a laborious job, he’d been a farm boy in his youth, but what the records didn’t show was just how quiet and reserved and respectful that man was.
Even in his private moments when no one else was around, when there was something sudden that happened or something angered him, he never lashed out, he never got violent.
He just took a deep breath and moved on.
He was a man who looked and held himself like he was dangerous, but he was anything but.
He was a better man than Steve.
And where the other boys, the Hellfire boys, hadn’t spoken about Eddie directly, Wayne couldn’t seem to be able to shut up about him.
He talked about Eddie constantly.
He was so obscenely proud of his nephew, talking mostly to his dialysis nurse, Connie, who visited the trailer every few days to help hook him up to his machine, observe him and keep him company for the hours it would take.
She seemed like a pleasant enough woman around Wayne’s age with blonde hair but a relatively stern face.
She would sit and listen as Wayne talked about how Eddie got away from this shithole town, how he’d gotten himself an honest hard working job travelling the country as a demolitions expert (yeah right, nice cover), how good he was to pay for Connie to come here instead of Wayne needing to drive hours there and back to Indianapolis for his treatment along with tales upon tales upon tales of the most ridiculous shenanigans Eddie got up to in his youth.
Like the first time Wayne had to work an overnight shift when Eddie was fifteen. He’d been pumped at the idea that he would have the trailer to himself all night. The freedom had gotten to his head though and he had decided that he was going to eat his weight in chocolate chip waffles with marshmallows on top.
Wayne had come home to find Eddie bent over the toilet, throwing his guts up and swearing off marshmallow chocolate chip waffles for the rest of his life.
If Steve wasn’t already stupidly attracted to and into the guy, Wayne was making a hell of a good case for him and he didn’t even realise he was doing it.
Then Wayne mentioned the urban legend, the mythological figure around the town, the Shadow of Hawkins.
It was the second time Steve had heard the moniker, except now it was coming out of Wayne’s mouth and though he didn’t link the name to Eddie, said there was no evidence, it was all fear mongering and speculation because his boy was an outsider, didn’t play by ‘the rules’, it was clear Wayne knew a little more than he was letting on.
Abusive husbands mysteriously getting injured or arrested, exploitative employers suddenly getting arrested after evidence turned up out of nowhere, bullies and thieves and grifters stopping one day out of nowhere.
So Eddie was a bit of a vigilante back in the day.
A man with a clear moral compass who knew right from wrong even if the ‘right’ things he did were executed in the dark.
So what had happened?
When had Eddie turned bad?
Was he bad?
Well… Steve told himself that he couldn’t be sure. Eddie probably was because… well because they were on opposite sides. 
And Steve was on the good side and Eddie was on the bad side so that made him bad… right?
Right.
Steve slapped the photographs down on his desk and stormed out of his office. He needed to take his mind off of things.
“Birdie.” He said as he flipped the switch on his communicator and shrugged his jacket on.
“Dingus.” She replied. “Hopper’s gonna have your head if he finds out this conversation is not job related.”
“It’s very job related. I need to have a meeting with my guy in the chair. Drinks?”
“The local?”
“Yup. Meet you there in ten?”
“You got it.”
Part 1 Part 6 AO3
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Big thanks as always to @hbyrde36 for the magnificent beta work and to the STWG for their motivation
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mlchaelwheeler · 2 years
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Love confessions and framing
I know the monologue has been discussed so much since V2 came out, but I just wanted to bring attention to the specific framing used during that scene vs. the shed scene from S2.
Typically, during a romantic moment in a tv series (especially a confession of love), the camera keeps tight shots on the two characters of interest. This is to create the sense that it's only the two of them in that moment, as well as to create a sense of intimacy and mutual understanding between the two. Why is this important? Because the monologue is not framed in this way, which is very strange if this is supposed to be the "ultimate mi|even moment." What is framed in this way however? You guessed it-- the shed scene.
It's important to note that during the monologue, Mike has to be pushed by Will to even tell El he loves her. She's clearly struggling in the mindscape, but Mike just sits there until Will tells him he's the heart (which are really Will's feelings, which Mike responds to). Once Mike starts talking though, you'd expect the camera to zoom in on his and El's faces, as a way to focus all attention on them-- as it is supposed to be their big moment. Yet what happens? Will is in nearly every shot of Mike, clearly in the background. This is for a multitude of reasons: he urged Mike to confess, he's actually the one with those feelings for Mike, he's the one Mike is really in love with, etc. Mike is literally piggybacking off of Will's feelings for him, thinking those are El's feelings. Honestly, when El hears Mike confessing his love for her, she doesn't even look that happy (most likely because she heard that he couldn't say it without urging from Will).
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Notice how Will is right behind Mike, very clearly in the shot? This was a clear editing choice to show Will is very much a part of what's going on here. This moment isn't just about Mike and El. Will is there too, in Mike's shot, taking away the big romantic aspect of this scene. It's no longer a romantic confession-- instead, it's a spewing of feelings based on misunderstanding. Will's feelings are still in the back of Mike's head, as shown by Will being directly behind Mike in the shot.
Furthermore, throughout the monologue, scenes cut from Mike and El to include Will and Jonathan, further taking away from the intimate aspect of the moment. They're all concerned about El (platonically), and this is why shots of both Byers are included, showing that the moment isn't a romantic one. It's about family.
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Now let's compare this to the shed scene. Similarly to the monologue, Mike tries to talk to Will who is under Vecna's control-- he doesn't even know if Will can hear him. This is the exact same situation as what's happening with El in S4.
Yet instead of being nearly forced into trying to reach El, Mike is the one who takes it upon himself to reach Will. He steps forward into the light of his own accord. He doesn't have to be urged by Joyce or Jonathan to do so. The camera shot immediately cuts to a tight shot of Mike's face, only focusing on him and Will during his entire monologue. There's no cutting back and and forth to show the others in the shed. This scene is about Mike and Will only. It's a romantic moment-- for that scene, they are essentially the only ones in the room. Also, Mike is full of emotion (unlike the S4 monologue): he is crying, there's no background music to draw focus to their voices, and Mike and Will keep direct eye contact with each other the entire time.
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The rest of the characters literally disappear for this entire monologue. This is an intimate romantic moment between Mike and Will. They're not interrupted, and the focus is entirely on them, even though Will's mom and brother are mere inches away from Mike. They're not important in this scene. In fact, the next time we see them is when Joyce breaks the moment, asking if Will is still there (Mike is still clearly distraught in the background).
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Tl;dr: close shots of the two characters of interest during a love confession is a way to clearly portray romance and intimacy, which is shown during the shed scene between Mike and Will in S2. This framing doesn't do this during Mike's "romantic" monologue to El in S4, illustrating that it's a moment more about family love than it is about romance.
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Youtuber Steve and Tiktoker Billy AU
Their relationship starts out even before Billy becomes famous and it’s worse because Billy’s a fan of Steve’s. They meet through a Halloween party where Billy gets Steve’s attention by beating his keg record and they start dating from there.
All of Steve’s friends are suspicious of Billy because Billy doesn’t push to be in Steve’s videos but he’s still a fan. Steve’s a part of a youtuber group with the rest of the keg gang and while a few of them like him like Heather and Chrissy, Carol and Tommy don’t like how he’s steals Steve away from them, so they make a plan to ruin the relationship by making it so that Steve doesn’t have any time for Billy.
They manage to break Billy down to eventually confront Steve and when Steve decides not to do anything about his friends obviously blocking Billy out of his life, Billy just calls it quits and breaks up with Steve. He still remains good friends with a few of the gang though, namely Barb, Jonathan, Heather and Chrissy.
A year later, Tiktok becomes famous and while Billy initially has no plans of being a Tiktoker, Max kickstarts his Tiktok career by recording his rant about Romeo and Juliet while he was working out in their living room. The break up left him a lot more cynical about love in general and Max found it absolutely hilarious which is why she recorded it.
People want more of Billy so Max happily takes the opportunity to record Billy ranting about anything and everything while he was doing all sorts of things. The next video of Billy to go viral is of him ranting about how his little sister didn’t need to be dating since men are shit anyway while he’s kneading some dough to make bread. Max gets a few more of Billy ranting while driving, cooking dinner and fixing his car which all do very well before she’s busted by Billy.
Some people start recognizing him and he doesn’t get what’s going on until he asks Max what she did. When Max reveals she’s been recording his rants and how popular he’s become from a few videos, Billy initially doesn’t want anything to do with it until Max tells him how some of the bigger Tiktokers are getting sponsorships and deals and stuff and how a few brands have started reaching out to her. Billy’s had Max living with him ever since he finished his degree and Susan fully succumbed to her drinking problem.
Billy worked really hard to put food on their table and while he was able to make ends meet, a little bit of extra cash from recording a few videos wouldn’t hurt, especially when it wasn’t anything too crazy like R-rated stuff.
So, under Max’s guidance, Billy takes over her Tiktok account, first explaining that he had no idea what his sister was doing and asking what content they wanted to see from him next. A few start asking him for workout routines, a few for recipes, and a few for his opinions about everything.
Billy follows the suggestions, finding that his favorite ones are the rants and the workout videos. Some of his audience realize quickly that he has a lot of literary opinions which gets a lot of the bookworms and nerds to follow him while a lot of the others just thirst over him in general. Since he’s also a mechanic who loves classic car and fitness, he attracts a lot of the conventional male audience and it helps that he’s also conventionally attractive to boost his audience.
Max is usually his go-to camera person when he needs help to shoot and after a few months, sponsorships and deals start coming in. He hits a million subscribers within the first three months and five million within a year.
Billy starts collaborations with other Tiktokers and Youtubers, usually fitness people and he starts getting asked to model for certain brands. When Max does a face reveal at a million subscribers, she starts her own account and she gets scouted to be a model through a skateboarding video.
Both of the siblings become exceedingly popular and everyone loves their dynamics. Max usually drags Billy into whatever the hell she wants and a lot of people love that Billy is so willing to sacrifice his masculinity and do her nails or her makeup. He’s touted as one of the best big brothers on Tiktok which he clears up since he’s making up a lot of his assholery to his sister and now, he genuinely loves her.
He’s very candid about his experience with child abuse and his experience with attempts at grooming and that endears him to his audience even more. He doesn’t hide that he has bad days sometimes and he even shares tips and tricks on how he deals with anxiety and PTSD from dealing with Neil. He’s honest and a lot of people value his honesty.
At this point, everyone in the keg gang has started to migrate to Tiktok too and since they already have an existing fanbase from Youtube, they quickly make it big. Since Heather and Chrissy didn’t do anything wrong to Billy and they were also pretty close before everything happened, Billy, Heather and Chrissy reconnect with at an event while also becoming really good friends with Max. Billy even gets Chrissy together with his new friend, Eddie whom he met through his best friend, Argyle.
Billy starts collaborating with the girls, dancing along to whatever trendy dance they want to do and skyrocketing his popularity. Speculations about dating start but he clears them up pretty quick. When asked about how they met, when Billy reveals they met through his ex, everyone starts wondering who the hell it is because Billy has never formally revealed his sexuality.
Everyone knows that the keg gang is exceedingly tight so it must be one of them, right? It becomes this huge thing that Billy and the friendly members of the keg gang play up with Billy getting Chrissy to sit on his lap before being replaced by Heather and Barb and Billy reviewing books, movies and other nerdy stuff on a podcast every week. Patrick and Jason also shoot hoops with Billy while Vicki and Tina cheer them on.
Eventually, everyone realizes that the only people Billy doesn’t interact with are Carol, Tommy and Steve and since Carol and Tommy are a couple, people are mostly betting on Steve and not Carol and Tommy. It gets so popular that almost every video Steve posts is flooded by comments about Billy and vice versa.
Everyone loves good drama and eventually, Steve is forced to interact with Billy at an event with Heather goading them. She knows that Steve still misses Billy and the Billy is still not over Steve because he was Billy’s first real love but that doesn’t change the fact that their interactions would be really awkward. Steve religiously binge watches any and every Tiktok that Billy posts and Billy still watches every update on Steve’s Youtube Channel and Tiktok.
With a bit of prompting, Billy decides to try and be the bigger man and he talks to Steve about becoming friends and revealing the truth on Tiktok so they can finally get it all over with. Steve agrees to everything and they film both Tiktoks and a Youtube video about everything, revealing a lot of the details while not explicitly stating Carol and Tommy’s names so they wouldn’t be bashed.
The entire thing ruined Steve’s friendship with Tommy and Carol but he still didn’t want them to have to deal with huge following that both Steve and Billy had amassed. They upload the videos but even then, the drama doesn’t end.
Everyone wants to see them interact and to feed the fans, they keep going to events together and doing Tiktoks whenever possible. It’s eased by Max’s friendship with the teens that Steve’s been mentoring but that doesn’t stop the rumors and the shippers from realizing that there may still be something there.
Tons of compilations about their interactions and how you can visibly see the longing in their eyes are posted. Many people try to determine whether or not they’ve actually gotten back together or if they were just friends. Even the rest of the keg gang made bets as to when they would get back together again and got in on the joke.
Eventually, the friend groups all merge because they spend so much time together and it gets harder for Steve to deny his feelings for Billy. He also gets visibly jealous any time an attractive girl or guy comes up to Billy to flirt and it takes a few pep talks before he asks Billy to come over so they can have a talk.
They talk things out and reveal they do still have feelings for each other but Billy isn’t sure if he’s ready to risk his heart again on Steve who may or may not have a more strategic reason for wanting to get into a relationship with him since they’re both becoming popular with the whole are they or are they not together drama.
Steve convinces him to allow Billy to give him another chance and that they can take it slow this time around. Steve doesn’t waste a single opportunity to prove to Billy that he made the right decision, officially cutting out Carol and Tommy from his life and spoiling Billy at every possible interval.
Most of his fans realize the immediate difference in the heart eyes he give Billy but it isn’t until a whole year has passed, officially lasting past their old relationship that they make it internet official. Max knew immediately as soon as Billy got home and the rest of the keg gang found out over the course of the next month. The internet imploded at the news that their favorite gay couple was actually together now and it was largely because the internet shipped them.
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blue butterfly (a life is strange au)
blue butterfly is a story-based fic that features reader choice. the consequences of your collective choices will affect the past, present, and future. the poll, with a duration of one week, is below the cut. choose wisely...
masterlist || part one (you are here) || cw: homophobic language, character death
Wind whips against Steve’s face. He struggles through the storm.
Where am I? he thinks to himself. What’s happening?
A light cuts through his rain-soaked world, and Steve wheels on his heel. “The lighthouse!” he says aloud, droplets of rain seeping through his hair and clothes. “I just have to make it there!” 
He ignores the feeling in his gut that is pulling him back to the town and stumbles forward, wiping the rain from his eyes periodically. He gets close to the base of the lighthouse, breaking out of all the trees, and finally sees the storm for the first time. 
Holy fucking shit. 
It can only be described as a cross between a hurricane and a tornado. It must be miles high, sweeping towards the small town of Hawkins below. 
As Steve watches, the strong winds whisk a boat from the bay below and slam it into the top of the lighthouse. Debris crumbles down, heading straight for Steve’s head.
Steve sits forward, gasping for breath quietly. 
A dream. 
That’s all it was. 
Realistic dream, horrifyingly so, but a dream nonetheless.
His professor, Dr. Brenner, is pacing around the classroom, talking animatedly with his hands. “Photography is subjective. I could frame any one of you in a dark room, watching you turn from the light to the dark.”
Vickie’s phone buzzes. Someone throws a ball of paper at that Byers kid, Jonathan.
Steve glances up at the clock, noticing it’s getting close to the end of class. He starts to subtly slip his Polaroid camera into the case, but accidentally hits the button, causing the flash to go off in his face. All eyes are drawn to him. 
“I believe Steve has taken what you young people call a ‘selfie’”. Brenner says. “I hate that word. Sounds so unrefined for what is a classical photography technique. Mr. Harrington, can you tell me the process that gave birth to the first self-portraits?” 
Steve doesn’t want to talk out of his ass, especially not in front of this room of pretentious art nerds. He’s only taking this class because Robin thought it’d be good for him, especially after he got kicked off the basketball team. One too many concussions is apparently where the coach drew the line. 
He shakes his head, and Brenner tuts disappointedly. “If you had done the assigned reading last night, you’d know.”  Vickie raises her hand. ”Vickie?”
 She answers it perfectly. “A French painter called Louis Daguerre created the process called the Daguerreotype that gave portraits a sharp reflective style, like a mirror.” 
“Very good!” Dr. Brenner congratulates her. “Yes, precisely.” 
The bell rings and everyone stands up to leave, Dr. Brenner’s voice rising above the clamor. “I’m expecting your photographs for the Everyday Hero contest by this Friday! Jeff, that means you. Jonathan, thanks for your submission. And yes, Steve, I see you pretending not to see me.” 
Steve steps out into the hallway, sidling around groups of people. He passes by the notice board and takes a cursory glance at it, noting the new poster pinned up. There’s been a poster up for the missing Byers twins, William and Eleanor, for a couple months now, but now a new missing poster. Chrissy Cunningham. 
He knows Chrissy. 
Not well, of course, but she had gone to school around here back when Steve’s family lived here, before he’d moved away to Seattle. He hadn’t seen her since he transferred back to come to Blackwell, but he didn’t know she was missing. 
Someone bumps into his shoulder roughly, and Steve disappears into the blissfully empty bathroom and takes a breath. 
A movement catches his eye. A blue butterfly flutters in through the open window. 
Robin’s always saying I should “capture the moment”, Steve thinks to himself, drawing his camera out of his bag. Fine. Captured.
He snaps a picture of the blue butterfly as it lands on the small lock of the shitty stall doors, opening and closing its wings lazily, as if putting on a show just for him. 
The door slams open behind him and Steve reflexively dodges into the stall, muffling his breath with his hand. He peers through the crack in between the stall and the door. The butterfly flutters out the top of the stall and away. 
The back of someone dressed in leather and chains, with long, curly hair, is to him. They’re facing someone who Steve unfortunately recognizes. 
Billy Hargrove. 
“You bitch!” he spits. “I can’t fuckin’ believe you!” 
“What?” the mysterious boy taunts, gravelly and low, and Steve thinks he sounds familiar, even though he can’t put his finger on why. “Mad that I cut you off, Hargrove?”
Billy shoves the boy. “I’m paying you money, fag, why do you give a damn how I use the shit I bought?”
“Because I saw you giving it to kids, asshole!” he retorts right back. “And I got it on tape. So you can either fork over some cash and the remainder of the shit I sold you, or I take this to the cops.” 
There’s a sharp breath, and the glint of something metal suddenly hits Steve’s eye. 
Billy’s aiming a handgun at the boy. 
“You are pissing me off.” he grunts, and Steve knows enough about guns to see that the safety’s off. “I bet no one would even miss you, queer!” 
The boy backpedals, letting Billy eclipse Steve’s sliver of view. He’s clutching his hand to his mouth, feeling his nails dig sharp crescent moons into his cheek. 
He can’t just sit here. 
Steve slams the door open, hand outstretched, prepared to snarl at Billy to get the fuck away from him, but the sound startles him, and the gun goes off. 
Right into the boy’s stomach.
The world turns black and white, silent save for a ringing in his ears. 
Someone died. 
Someone died and Steve was too cowardly to stop it.
And then he’s back in class.
Brenner’s talking. “Photography is subjective. I could frame any one of you in a dark room, watching you turn from the light to the dark.” he says. 
I heard this lecture already. Steve thinks. Wait, no. Calm down, Harrington. This is just…serious deja vu. 
Vickie’s phone buzzes, and Steve watches someone throw a paper ball at Jonathan. His hand slips and knocks his camera off his desk. It shatters, pieces scattering all over the ground. 
Fuck. Robin bought him that. 
Hesitantly, Steve reaches out his hand, and it’s like the world moves in reverse around him. His camera pieces levitate off the ground, fitting themselves back together, and the whole camera, now intact, settles itself back on his desk.
Holy shit. 
Steve cannot process this. He watches the same things happen, Vickie’s phone and the paper ball, and stares at his hands. 
Purposefully this time, he picks up his camera and snaps a picture of himself. 
Brenner wheels on him. “I believe Steve has taken what you young people call a ‘selfie’. I hate that word. Sounds so unrefined for what is a classical photography technique. Mr. Harrington, can you tell me the process that gave birth to the first self-portraits?” 
Steve sits up straighter, trying to remember what Vickie said last time. “Uh, the�� Daguerre process?” 
Brenner laughs. “Close! Vickie, would you like to help him out?” 
“A French painter called Louis Daguerre created the process called the Daguerreotype that gave portraits a sharp reflective style, like a mirror.” she says. 
Steve reaches out his hand again. The world warps and inverts. “Mr. Harrington,” Brenner says again, “can you tell me the process that gave birth to the first self-portraits?” 
“A French painter called Louis Daguerre created the process called the Daguerreotype that gave portraits a sharp reflective style, like a mirror.” Steve parrots Vickie, and feels a swell of victory in his chest when Brenner beams. 
He also feels a swell of nausea. He’s gone back in time, what, three times now? What’s happening?
The bell rings and Steve sweeps his stuff into his bag. He begins mouthing along to Brenner’s speech. “I’m expecting your photographs for the Everyday Hero contest by this Friday! Jeff, that means you. Jonathan, thanks for your submission.” 
Steve dodges into the hallway. “And yes, Steve, I see you pretending not to see me.” he mutters as Brenner finishes his spiel. 
Everything’s the same as Steve slips through the crowd. The missing posters, the conversation snippets, the bathroom being empty. 
The butterfly’s gone, though. Steve doesn’t know what to make of that. 
He folds himself into his hiding spot early, waiting. 
Right on cue, the door slams open and Billy comes in with that mysterious boy. 
They begin to argue again, and Steve leans forward. If this really isn’t a dream, and if Steve waits too long again, the boy will die. Again. 
Steve can’t let that happen.
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