#karen 'the Slut' wheeler

[findafight]

Oh my god!!! That Steve/baby sister fic!!! If you ever want to build it out more I’d be obsessed (ie the party + extended party’s reactions, hop + Joyce and how everyone pitches in)

╰⁠(⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠´⁠꒳⁠`⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠)⁠╯ awwww anon!!!!!

Honestly I have been thinking about it and I know I put in the tags of the original post, buuuut. Robin called Steve Bud or Buddy which morphed into Bubba when they are being particularly soft with each other, and the baby (who I am possibly leaning towards calling Tina so her nickname can be Tintin because it's cute idk) picks up on it so calls Steve her Bubba. Also because "he's my big brother" can sort of become "he's my Bubba!" If words are smushed together by baby babble

But before all that, Steve (who walked to work that day because he didn't have a baby car seat yet and wasn't going to leave his baby sister whom he always wanted and loves so dearly already ALONE or worse. With their FATHER.) goes to, of all people, Mrs. Wheeler for help. He'd go to Joyce but she's working and Karen Wheeler has the youngest kid he knows so is the best bet for maybe getting some tips and also maybe a carrier because the bjorn isn't going to cut it for long. So he goes and Mr. Wheeler immediately thinks Steve's Accidental Baby Acquisition is due to Steve's own recklessness. (Steve is a prolific lover, sure, but he's smart and safe about it! When he was thirteen his dad sat him down for a talk about not wanting the disgrace of a shotgun wedding and his grandpa gave him a run down of venereal diseases he saw (didn't mention having but. Well.) His pals have in WWII that put the fear of God in him regarding unsafe sex. Moreso than the potential babies. So. He's always very careful. For this very reason!! Except apparently his dad didn't use his own advice but Steve isn't complaining because, once again, he always wanted a little sibling.)

Anyways the wheelers are like ohhhh a Harrington Scandal not involving the boy our daughter dated? Okay sure here's Holly's old baby carseat. Hopper is just. He's like. I thought Steve and that kid I kept giving warnings to about selling dope to were a thing and Steve is like "will people stop assuming she's mine!! I know I am a bit of a slut but I am terrified of chlamydia!!! And even if this WAS my fault (which it is not and also she's a gift I love you little baby sister you're the light of my life) I am taking responsibility for it so maybe we all need to be a little less judgy hmmm??"

Joyce and Karen give him some hand me down baby clothes and books, some good tips about feeding and burping and things like that, and Claudia and Sue offer to come passive aggressively congratulate Steve's dad.

Dustin is a little jealous because this Steve Time is going to be encroached upon by This Literal Infant but Steve is like Dustin... you are my Little Brother... My silly pal...Now you have a sister too!! 🥰 And Dustin is like Oh Shit That's Right and proceeds to try to teach this Literal Infant, it cannot be stressed enough that she is a few months old and cannot stay sitting up by herself, how to build a radio.

Eddie is just trying to not have a heart attack from the concentration of Pure Longing activated by seeing Steve With A Baby and has also been forbidden from playing anything loud near them. He is fine and deals with this by writing ballads that make Gareth gag from their sweetness and Jeff have a very knowingly indulgent look when he sees the lyrics. But Gareth lets he hit his drums with he baby hands and Jeff pretends she stole his nose so they aren't that put out by it.

El is Fascinated by the tiny human and asks lots of questions and wants to play with her, give her experiences of softness and kindness right off the bat she knew she herself was denied, so she's often the official baby holder when Steve needs to do something when the Party is around.

The rest of the party is pretty meh on the baby. Sure it's exciting at first but she just kinda becomes part of regular life. They take turns doing actual babysitting for Steve so he can work or run errands or even, gasp, have some normal early adult fun times, but it's all pretty regular. Erica is glad she's not the party baby anymore.

They do however probably secretly fight over who gets to be baby's godparent. Steve isn't allowed to know.

[starshideurfics]

I got more brainworms because of @fayefayefaye90 about massive cock alpha Nancy.

Karen’s an alpha with a big dick, she ends up casually dating career omega Ted who has family money and a decent job, but he had to change his plans after Karen knocks him up and they agree to get married.

They have Nancy, and then Mike to meet Ted’s parent’s expectations. Holly is the miracle baby they weren’t expecting, at first thinking she was the start of Ted’s menopause.

So Nancy presenting as an alpha isn’t unexpected.

Her dating school slut Steve Harrington is, though.

When Nancy admits she and Steve had sex, the first words out of Karen’s mouth are, “Don’t go getting that boy pregnant, Nancy.”

Nancy hisses back, “I’m not trying to! We use protection.”

“Good, because Steve isn’t the kind of omega an alpha like you marries.”

Nancy gets defensive, yells that Karen doesn’t understand, and runs up to her room.

But the thought is buried in her head, and no matter how sweet or attentive Steve is, no matter how good his pussy feels around her dick, she doesn’t love him.

She likes Steve.

She doesn’t love Steve.

He wants a house full of pups in the suburbs.

She wants a studio apartment to herself in Chicago or New York or Boston.

Nancy wants to get out and see the world and do big things.

Steve just wants to be loved.

Nancy doesn’t love Steve.

Just like Karen doesn’t love Ted.

Wheeler alphas are a lot alike.

[jimhopperlova]

Jim hopper and reader work together at the station and it is a party then a officer start to sanche with she and jim hopper gets jealous and say enough is enough have to tell my feelings for her and make her only mine . Thank you

- Party Time [18+]

omg!! thank you so much for the request! my first ever, so i’m going to make this special.

18+ MDNI!!

Pairing(s): jealous!hopper + sassy!female reader

Summary: based on s1 hopper, the station hosts a christmas party. reader is all dressed up for the most festive time of the year, and hasn’t realized she’s getting all the attention. hop isn’t fond of the way callahan is ‘innocently’ flirting with reader, and desides to man up and finally tell reader his true feelings.

Warnings: large age gap (hop is 41, reader is 19), degradation (calls reader a slut), light slapping on the face, spanking, unprotected p in v, oral (m receiving), creampie.

once again thank you for this!!

it was the annual christmas party at the station. you had managed to find something sexy, to hopefully get those familiar eyes onto you. it has been way too long on crushing on someone, and if this didn’t work, you were simply giving up. you weren’t blunt, nor were you that honest. especially if he didn’t see you in that light.

you sighed, pulling over the skimpy santa claus outfit. it was simply a small red dress, the details hinting it was meant to be santa. you saw it at the local dollar store and immediately needed it for this party. you giggled to yourself once you put it on. it fit your curves perfectly and you knew this had to play in your favor. normally you didn’t wear things like these, but you would if it meant getting the guy you had your eyes set on ever since you started working at the station.

flo was getting old, and they were hiring for an assistant. thanks to your year experience of working as a server at the local diner, clearly they liked you. flo especially. she thought you were simply adorable, and ‘a great addition to the team’. hopefully this skimpy outfit didn’t teer her away from your adorable ways.

you placed the final touch onto your outfit, which was the santa hat. your hair also helped compliment the outfit, it sparking the desire you needed. now it was time to go and hopefully not get slut shamed.

30 minutes or so you were pulling into the station. you grabbed a 24 pack of sugar cookies on the way, you telling everyone you would bring something sweet to the party. you grabbed the package of cookies and strutted your way into the station, your black tall boots clacking against the pavement.

as soon as you entered the station, it seemed all eyes were on you. you swallowed past the thickness in your throat before dropping off the cookies to where the other desserts were.

“wow. ms. (y/l/n), i didn’t think you could ever dress like that,” flo laughed softly, before your cheeks emitted a deep blush. “i know who you are wearing that for, though.” flo spoke softly in your ear, your heart racing. so it really was that obvious? speaking of which, you couldn’t find the man anywhere near. he probably was in his office, hiding away like he always does.

momentarily, the party started. the music was blaring, and the decorations were set. you smiled at yourself at the ones you put up, before flo laughed softly. not only was it the station’s party, but a lot of people from hawkins decided to come along as well. ted and karen wheeler, benny even, some of the town folk just wanted an excuse to get out of the house.

you smiled at how much it was succeeding so far. meanwhile, you were dancing by yourself with a cup of coke in your hands, humming softly to the music. suddenly, callahan approached in your view. you looked back at the man who was blushing madly, the glasses not doing him any favors.

“wow, uh.. you look really.. nice tonight.” callahan stumbled on his words, a small laugh escaping your throat. you looked back at him with a bright smile, admiring how much he looked nervous to talk to you.

“a little different than what i wear, huh?” you responded back to callahan. he nodded and laughed loudly, almost too awkwardly. he realized he was laughing way too loud, and then he stopped. he looked down awkwardly, and all you could do was laugh back at him. callahan was always too nervous, or too awkward for you to have a straight faced conversation with him. bless his heart, though. he really did try.

“i guess you could say that,” callahan spoke, sipping on his own drink, looking you up and down. it was adorable, almost like a schoolboy crush. and then the song ‘faithfully’ by journey started to play, making callahan all that much more nervous. he looked down and with his free hand and rubbed the back of his neck, only before asking a question. “um.. would you mind dancing with me?” callahan then asked, you looking at him with a smile. you couldn’t say no. he was being really sweet.

“of course, phil. you don’t have to ask me twice,” you replied with a smile. callahan’s eyes lit up and he slowly placed his drink down on the table closest to the two of you, only before hsitantly placing his hands on your waist. he looked really nervous. it made you laugh softly. “i don’t bite.” you responded to the way he was hesitantly holding onto you. you then placed your own drink down and wrapped your arms around his neck. you looked at him, and he could only smile back at you.

little did you know, the grump finally emerged from his office. clad in still his uniform, he waltzed out and looked at all the townfolk. he nodded at them with a straight face and made his way to the coffee maker. he made himself yet another cup of coffee (the 10th one that day, probably), before peering around the station. he noticed you, and your arms around callahan. the officer was looking down at you, laughing at something you said. the chief did his best to ignore the way you flirting with callahan, and instead tried his best to focus on the coffee.

jim was one of those guys that did what he wanted to do. he was an alcoholic, a pill popper. fluttered with the responsibilites of being chief of police. no one called him jim, unless it was his friends. he liked the title, ‘chief’, especially when it rolled off your lips. you really did try to be as innocent as you could, but even jim knew that wasn’t the case. you flirted with him almost everyday, and of course jim would only respond with a nod in response. it was wrong to have any sort of feelings for you, so the thoughts that rummaged through his mind everyday about you were slammed in the back of his mind. that was until you decided to show up today in the sluttiest outfit you could have ever picked out.

“seriously, you look.. really good. i’m sure you have the eyes of every townfolk in here,” jim heard the voice of callahan say to you, the chief trying his best not to easedrop. but he couldn’t help it. it was you for god’s sake. “i mean.. even all the married men! ted is looking at you right now, trying to be happy with his wife.” you laughed at phil’s words, and you rolled your eyes. jim was practically sick to his stomach from the words being exchanged. one more thing, and he swore he was going to rip you out of callahan’s arms-

“you’re too cute, phil.” those were the words you spoke that caused jim to have a small little temper tantrum. jim then immediately stormed over and made his way over to the two of you, a small snicker escaping his throat.

“that’s it, (y/n). i need to see you in my office. right now.” jim spoke up, your eyes going wide at the words of the chief. he looked you up and down, and clearly aggrivated about something. you looked at him, too. he seemed stressed and tired, and maybe something in his mind had finally snapped about you. you finally got the chief’s attnetion.

“what- what did i even do, jim? i mean, uh.. chief.” you spoke back at jim who only rolled his eyes and made his way to his office. you looked back at callahan who sadly nodded at you, going back to his own drink. you let out a drastic sigh and slowly followed jim into his office. you walked in and he was sitting down on his desk, peering up at you with those angry hooded eyes he ever wore. but he was never this angry when he looked at you.

“shut the door,” jim spoke and you did what he asked before looking back at him. you swallowed past the lump in your throat, ready to get yelled at by your boss. “what made you think wearing that slutty outfit was okay?” jim asked you again, his arms crossed against his chest as he leaned back against the chair. you shook your head and laughed, looking back at him.

“there’s not a rule i can wear something sexy, is there?” you asked jim now, actually kind of upset. what gave him the right to tell you what you could wear? oh yea, he’s your boss. but you were right. there wasn’t a rule that said you couldn’t be a slut for christmas.

“there is. my station, my rules,” jim responded to your snappy response. he clearly wasn’t very happy to what he walked out to. “secondly, where the hell is your professionism? you’re flirting with your coworker. that is also not tolerated.” jim shook his head after he stated this, running his hand through his hair.

“i didn’t see that in the employee handbook,” you replied to jim about the rule your ever so loving chief demanded you. “secondly, i wasn’t flirting with callahan. he was flirting with me, and i thought it was adorable. so you can shove it, mr. chief of police.” you finally responded with rage, irritated about the sudden burst of rage coming from jim. it was unfair. he couldn’t tell you who you could or couldn’t flirt with. you were a young and attractive girl, able to flirt with whoever you wanted. especially when your crush that just scolded you wasn’t into you.

“where the fuck did i say you could backsass me?” jim finally spoke only before he stood up. he looked at you with one fell look, your eyes widening slowly. you still believe in everything you said, despite his small temper tantrum. but the way he towered over you, demanding you respect him, was turning you on. you couldn’t lie. this was your crush, and he could do anything he wanted to you and you would still think he was hot. maybe even hotter than before.

jim looked at you again. and this time, it was different. almost like he was trying desperately to not touch you. and that was exactly what he was doing. thoughts of the two of you being alone in his office. the way you wore that skimpy outfit. the way you looked innocent as ever, even with that stupid outfit. he didn’t realize until now, but he had it bad. bad for you, that was.

“well, jim, i don’t about you, but i’d like to get some more attention,” you spoke with a small smirk, hoping to rise more and more anger out of him. he seemed the type to bottle up his feelings until he snapped. especially when you just called him jim. that was a no no. “so enjoy your paperwork, i’m heading back.” you said one last time before you turned your back onto the chief, and jim at this point had enough. he was sick of hiding it. he wanted you for him, and him only.

jim had grabbed your arm before you got out of reach, turning you back to him. he then squeezed your cheeks together, bringing you closer to him. you looked up at him with wide eyes, and jim could only look back down at you with an angry cold stare.

“you’re not fucking going anywhere,” jim stated before he brought your lips to his, kissing you hard and rough. even though he was still behind his desk, he still was close enough to get to your lips in no time. your eyes widened at the sudden reaction. you did it. you had finally gotten the eyes you ever so wanted on you. and you alone. you finally relaxed into the kiss, you kissing him back just as rough. you needed him just as bad as he needed you. he then released the grip he had on you and made sure you looked at him in the eyes. “you want to be dressed like a slut? you get treated like one.” jim then smacked your face, it stinging pretty good but also felt good. it was weird. you flinched softly at the reaction of him slapping you.

jim had then managed to appear from behind his desk, his hand still cupped on your face. before you knew it, he was suddenly behind you, and bending you over his desk. he didn’t care about the god damn paperwork. he was going to punish you while making you his. his and his only.

jim had then managed to fold up your dress right past your ass, your cheeks on full display for him. you let out a surprised gasp at the sudden coldness.

“you really are a slut, aren’t you? no fucking panties. disgusting,” the chief spoke and you could only smirk at the response. jim then grabbed the back of your head and forced it down onto the desk, you struggling slightly. you weren’t expecting quite a reaction like this from him, but you didn’t mind. suddenly, you felt his hand on your bottom. the cold digits of his fingertips rubbing around the soft skin, before there was a ‘smack’. you flinched at the way it hurt, but it felt good. you felt yourself getting even more wet for your boss, and you enjoyed it. “count.” jim had then spoke, the way his voice carried with demand.

“o-one.” you whispered out, before there was another smack onto your bottom. “three!” you yelled out this time, much louder since that smack was much more painful than the last. this kept going until you reached the number 10. “t-ten!” you screamed out, and jim immediately cupped your mouth with his hand.

“shut your fucking mouth. wouldn’t want to get caught, now would we, slut?” jim asked with the same cold and angry stare he had wore before. suddenly, he made you get off the desk and force you onto your knees. “sluts get the ‘on your knees’ treatment. and if you’re good enough, you’ll get rewarded.” jim looked down at you are he unbuckled his uniform pants, letting them drop. he then let his boxers drop, looking down at you with his cock in his hand. he was average size, but it was quite thick. you swallowed past the lump in your throat at the sudden cock in your face.

suddenly, jim’s hips were now thrusting into your face, his cock deep inside your throat. you gagged slightly with the way it hit the back of your throat, your lips parting as wide as they can so he could fuck your face. you looked up at him as innocent as you possibly could. jim contonued to thrust into your mouth as fast as he could, his eyes darting down at you. you looked so fucking good, being so good for him. he couldn’t wait to make you his.

“f-fuck. you keep being good like this, i’m gonna cum way too fucking fast,” jim blurted out, and instantly stopped what he was doing. he looked down at you and held his cock deep inside your throat, watching as you gagged on him. he thrusted out of you, watching as your saliva was hanging off of his cock and off your delicious lips. he then made you stand up, your knees weak from how long you’ve been sitting on them. jim’s lips attacked yours, kissing you hard and passionate again. he then pulled away and made you bend over again. but this time, he was going to make you his. “you’re fucking mine. mine and only mine.”

jim then folded up your dress again, your ass on full display. he playfully rubbed your pussy, making you even more wet for the man above you. you moaned softly at the way his thick fingers played with your folds, a small chuckle escaping jim’s throat. that was probably the first time you heard such a laugh from the chief.

“you’re so desperate to get fucked, huh, slut? or are you that desperate to fuck your chief of police?” jim spoke lowly into your ear, your soft moans escaping your throat. clearly, it had always been him. you wanted nothing more than your chief to fill you up and make you his. you thrusted pathetically into his hand, needing more friction. jim then stopped and slapped your pussy, making you flinch from the way it felt. “nuh-uh. take my cock and i’ll see how good you are to cum.” jim spoke and finally, it came full circle. he spat onto his hand to create some lube and lifted his cock. he slowly thrusted into you, your walls grabbing his, making it a perfect and tight fit.

“oh, fuck- jim!” you moaned out. you then received an ass smack from jim, his tongue clicked against the roof of his tongue. clearly, that was not what he wanted to hear.

“what the fuck did you just call me?” jim hoarsely responded in your ear, grabbing your throat so your face could be closer to his. you flinched and he didn’t pull out or thrust into you. he just stopped everything he was doing alltogether.

“i-i mean~ chief. chief.” you responded back, and you felt his cock twitch inside you. bingo. he let out a relaxed sigh before keeping your face where it was, slowly thrusting up into you.

“that’s a good girl. taking my cock so good,” jim praised you, his thrusts going as slow as ever. for the first couple minutes, it felt good. it felt perfect. the man that you chased after for so long was finally keeping his eye on you, and now he wanted to make you his. before you knew it, he then started to get more excited. his thrusts turned slow and passionate to now faster. and then faster. and then it was at a rapid pace you felt like you were going to explode. “you’re mine. and i’m going to fucking make sure of it.” jim groaned in your ear. he was sweating all over, his palms digging into your ass as his face was rested into the crook of your neck. you felt your own orgasm piling into you, your pussy throbbing with a desire to release.

“ch-chief i’m gonna.. fuck, i’m gonna cum..” you moaned out, your palms gripped onto his desk. all that could be heard in the office was grunts and moans, and the squeakiness of the desk. skin slapping skin was also heard, and you don’t know if the people from the party could hear or not. and honestly you didn’t care. the reason you wore this stupid dress was for jim, and he finally noticed you. you weren’t going to stop because someone heard the two of you fucking.

“not yet, baby. fuck.. not yet. be a good girl and hold on for me.. for just.. one.. moment..” jim wanted the two of you to cum together, symbolizing that you really were going to be his. so you listened, and held off for as long as you could. after a few more minutes, jim was just now starting to realize he was about to cum. he wanted to cum inside you, but he couldn’t risk having a baby with you just yet. “fuck.. you on- you on the pill?” jim asked you, and you quickly nodded. you needed his seed deep inside you.

“yes- fucking.. yes, chief. please, please, cum inside me.. i need- i need you..” you moaned out, and jim was finally at ease. and instead, he didn’t want you calling him chief anymore.

“urgh-it’s jim. now fucking- be a good girl, and-and cum for me. cum on my fucking cock.” jim groaned in your ear, and just from that sentence alone, you came. you felt yourself tighten up and your whole body tensing up.

“fuck, fuck, jim- i-i’m cumming..” you moaned out, feeling the way you came on his cock. jim felt it too, and with that feeling, he felt himself release into you. his seed filled you up and his thrusts came to a slow, riding out both yours and his orgasms.

“holy.. shit..” jim whispered out after the two of you finally slowed down. his body plopped against yours out of exhaustion, and the two of you realized just how much you needed each other. jim was able to finally crawl off of you and pulled himself out you. his cum was spilling outside your pussy, and this he thought was the hottest thing ever. “i’m gonna.. clean you up and then.. you go back out there. with my cum rolling down your leg.” jim panted out before he pulled up his boxers and pants. he clasped the belt back on before finding some tissues on his desk. he then reached down and wiped off some of his cum that ended up rolling down your leg. you hummed softly at the way he cleaned your up, and the comment of his cum rolling down your leg at the party.

“thank.. you.” you whispered before slowly standing from the desk. you realized how weak your knees were just then, the feeling of you just wanting to go to bed was in the air. maybe you’ll just dip out. after all, you had gotten what you wanted.

[chaoscradle]

Totally wrote an essay in @booksandpaperss (hope it’s okay to tag you!) post and I wanted to make it into an actual post so here I am!

The Wheelers are so incredibly mischaracterized by a lot of people, to the point where sometimes it’s not even the same character anymore. The only exception is Holly, and that’s because we haven’t seen much of her.

I see Karen characterized mainly as a completely emotionally neglectful and dismissive mom who is fully conservative and very much traditional.

Karen isn’t a good mom, but we see her reach out to both Mike and Nancy in s1 and Nancy again in s3. In addition, yes, we see the Wheelers with a conservative sign on the lawn, but we do know that Karen isn’t fully traditional. She urges Nancy to follow the story in season 3 despite the misogyny, and she makes it very clear that that isn’t her line of thinking. She’s not the best parent, but she’s not an asshole either.

Ted is emotionally distant and definitely not a good father. He’s never shown to really connect with Mike or Nancy, instead we really only see them interact negatively with each other. This doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about his kids though- he’s shown to be asleep with Holly in season 3, and he does contribute to disciplining Mike and Nancy (although not well at all, he really only made things worse).

Nancy has two characterizations I see that sit wrong with me, the first being her as a prize to win and a slut, the second being heartless.

Nancy is very independent and doesn’t need a man in her life to function, and seeing her as a prize is incredibly sexist. As for being called a slut, she had sex with Steve because she thought that was what she was meant to do, and she cheated with Jonathan because she loved him and made the mistake of not waiting. The characters are flawed and make mistakes, it’s what makes them interesting and realistic. On top of that, many characters are forgiven for their mistakes, but Nancy is constantly being held to hers.

The second characterization I mentioned was heartless. She’s sometimes characterized as not caring about anyone else’s feelings at all, incredibly argumentative and void of any of Nancy’s real personality. Yes, Nancy is independent and a badass, but she cares for other people. She’s stubborn but also kind.

She’s more than The Girl In A Love Triangle, and she’s also more than The Girl With A Gun.

Mike is heavily misunderstood due to some not understanding his arc, as well as us not being able to see from his pov the past few seasons. He’s interpreted as a whiny, moody brat who doesn’t care about anyone except for El. He’s a shitty boyfriend too, for pretty much no reason other than his parents not really loving each other.

Mike is, in fact, a shitty boyfriend to El. He can’t say “I love you” to her face. He can’t even write it. Believe it or not, it’s because he doesn’t love her. He struggled with conformity and internalized homophobia, causing him to have repressed his feelings for Will and trying to force himself to love El instead.

Mike is kind of a whiny, moody brat, but so many people treat it as his only trait. They forget that he’s a leader, a planner, someone the Party looks to when they’re in trouble, etc. They’re far from his only traits. Mike also struggles with his mental health, and it’s something very overlooked by the GA. He canonly has depression and PTSD, and we see signs of it throughout all the seasons, even in season 1. A lot of his withdrawing behavior and acting out in season 2 and 4 is perceived as him being bratty and a bad friend, when in reality it’s his mental health. In season 3 when he was “written badly”, he was affected by his internalized homophobia and external pressures to be normal, causing him to spend most of his time kissing El.

Mike also cares about his friends. A lot. He fights every season for them, he’s been dubbed “The Heart”, he jumped off a cliff for one. Again, his mental health, internalized homophobia, and conformity caused him to struggle with himself and consequentially pull away from his friends and lash out at them.

[qprstobin]

"there's no evidence that tommy and carol bullied anyone" so publicly humiliating nancy by spray painting nancy the slut wheeler on the hawk sign was just what. because steve implied that was their idea and they did it. you don't just go from never bullying anyone to doing some real diabolical shit like that so. sure steve never bullied anyone but you're reaching trying to extend that to tommy especially. don't forget how easily he got chummy with the racist the following season and joined in gleefully bullying steve

I'm not excusing the graffiti, but I don't think spray painting the slut graffiti as revenge because they (wrongly) thought Nancy cheated on Steve makes it bullying lmao. Bullying is repeated and targeted. One instance is not bullying. I also think "diabolical" is doing a lot of heavy lifting there. Like what they did was cruel, but diabolical? Graffiti and spreading rumors is like the most typical "get revenge on your/your friend's shitty ex" thing you could do, they just did it in public instead of like the school bathroom. Public shaming for cheating is SUCH a common trope, like do you know how often I see that "WELCOME HOME CHEATER" meme? I'm not saying that makes it right, because it doesn't! But it also doesn't make them evil?

Like I never said that Tommy and Carol are nice lol. They're asshole teenagers! That's canon! Steve calls them out on that and breaks ties with them because of it! But being a dick teenager does not make you a bully, all teenagers are dicks lol.

I also think interpreting Tommy's scenes with Billy as that is in bad faith personally. Homeboy is in like two scenes with Billy - one where Tommy is clearly trying to make Steve jealous, and the other where he is making fun of Steve for his gf once again supposedly cheating on him. The gf that Steve dumped his friends for, after she supposedly cheated on him the first time.

And yeah Billy is racist but y'all are acting like? Everyone in the show should automatically know that? How? The racist shit Billy says on screen is mainly to Max, and later in the show where he actually attacks Lucas. There's a good chance that Steve didn't even realize that Billy's attack on the kids was racially motivated until after the fact.

Considering that Billy literally doesn't interact with anyone but his coworkers and Karen in s3, and the fact that Tommy does not actually seem to like violence that much or at least seems to have a limit! Considering how he reacted to the fight in s1 (going from "hell yeah a fight to oh fuck shit is serious"), I don't think Tommy stayed friends with Billy after season 2 lmao. Like idk I did not get the impression that Billy had any friends in s3.

You're accusing me of reaching but saying stuff like "no one goes from never bullying anyone to something that diabolical" isn't? My whole point has always been that he may be a dick, but there's nothing to show him being anything other than a stereotypical class clown type douchebag lol. The Party's fucking bullies threatened them at knife point. Billy bashes a plate over Steve's head and tries to run the kids off the fucking road with his car. The Angela storyline was so extreme that it was unrealistic and is almost an universally hated part of the season. Tommy makes some mean comments, gives Barb a wet willy, and then rubs it in his ex best friend's face that someone has taken his place and that his gf is cheating on him. Like, the graffiti was bad and Nancy should've probably slapped all three of them not just Steve, but it was a petty and misguided revenge scheme, not bullying.

I think if Tommy was intended to be an actual bully the way fandom pretends he is, we would've seen more of it on screen. If Tommy and Carol were so cruel to the whole school, Robin and Eddie would've said something about it? But they don't! The Duffers are SO blatant about how they go about things, I think if they were truly meant to be bullies, they would've been way more obvious about it lmao.

Like, think what you want! If you wanna headcanon them as being an actual bullies, that's your prerogative. But it's not actually canon.

[possessedramblings]

No upside down au but things aren't magically okay

TW! Parental abuse, neglect & abandonment, Racism (Billy Hargrove is a piece of shit) Alcoholism, bullying and sexual harassment

Things aren't just happy and great because the Upside Down doesn't exist, and I want to write about it, so this is my take and my AU.

Will, Jonathan and Joyce are still in poverty, on the brink of nothingness, and it doesn't help that Lonnie is a piece of shit, who still has occasional custody of the boys. Every other weekend, Joyce is alone in her little house, while the boys are with their father, because the three of them are too afraid to speak up.

Mike and Nancy don't get along, plain and simple. It's not because they're siblings and because "siblings fight" but because they're in a broken home. Karen is out some nights seeing her "lover" and Ted is just the worst. He yells at the kids, shames Nancy, belittles her to the point that she leaves Mike alone. He hates her because she can leave, which is why he begs for a bike, or to spend the night somewhere, anywhere but home.

Dustin is the kid of a single mother, who is overbearing on him. She's an anxious woman who fears Dustin's gonna get hurt. He gets bullied at school, and not just insulting words. He gets shoved, his d&d dice, books, hats, and other things get stolen, and sometimes he comes home with bruises from the older kids.

Lucas has it fine at home, but once he leaves it's no longer anything happy. He's afraid to spend time with his friends because of Billy and all of the other assholes. He constantly gets harassed because of his skin, the way he talks, the way he looks, and it gets even worse when he starts talking to Max. His parents worry that one day, he won't come home.

Max couldn't hate life more. She's always angry, and it's all her moms fault. Her mom decided that Neil Hargrove was a good man, but it led to a life of absolute fucking pain. Billy was angry with her, for what - she didn't know. Neil was a drunk, he'd drink and drink for hours, using bottles as weapons against everyone else in the house. She saw the same hatred in Mike Wheeler, which caused her to lash out at him, but she knew it wasn't his fault, it was their parents.

Jane's mom couldn't properly care for her, something about a neurological disease that would get worse as the years passed. So she was given up to a foster home. Poor Jane was young, ad could hardly speak, let alone know her own name, so the man, Brenner, didn't care to know names. Jane, now Eleven, didn't know how she got there, or why, but she grew up believing her mother hated her, until she ran away after the oldest kid there snapped.

Steve never knew what his parents were like. They were always away. They'd bring back snow globes from every state airport in the country, but that's all he knew about them. He started to act out so he could possibly get their attention. He stopped once he finally saw something he hadn't noticed before. Jonathan wasn't flinching when he hit. He was just as bad as any old abuser. He tried to turn himself around, he really did. He had to change, especially after seeing Dustin, Lucas and Mike being thrown around by Billy.

Robin knew she never had it easy. She grew up in the trailer parks after her mom and dad lost their jobs ad had to find somewhere else. Her parents jumped between jobs for a long time, and once Robin was old enough, they gave her an old hand me down bike and set her on her way. She knew life was even harder after she discovered her undeniable crush on Tammy Thompson. She would be a town pariah if anyone found out.

Nancy on the other hand, was a town pariah. Her home was the least of her problems. She was humiliated by a man, by several men. Steve Harrington and Tommy Hagan calling her a slut, her own father accusing her of being a whore, and her employers objectifying her at every chance they could get. Nancy felt just like an object for the pleasure of men, so she started learning to defend herself, wanting to be her own woman, but too afraid to deep down.

Jonathan always pushed back how he felt for his mom and brother. Joyce was a struggling woman, and Will was so young, he didn't want his brother to feel like the world was so cold and dark, so he took more hits for the both of them. He took hits from Steve and Tommy, he wanted to keep everyone else safe so he took hits.

Things aren't happy in Hawkins, but we can certainly pretend.

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

WIP Wednes Thurs Someday

I was tagged by @rainbow-nerdss to share a snippet from a WIP, thx hun 💋

It's already Thursday for me, but still Wednesday for some of you, but anyway, it's a WIP. 😅

This will be a sequel to See you in a crown, so expect lots and lots of filth, Steve in lingerie, and the return of the tiara.

Tsggjng: @salemanderauthor @wynnyfryd @wingedquill - no pressure, lots of love

NSFW under the cut.

“If you’re really good for me, princess, and put that mouth of yours to good use … then I’ll get you in front of that mirror, and I’m gonna make you look at yourself while I fuck you like the pretty little slut you are. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” 

Steve makes a sound. A high-pitched thing somewhere between a moan and a whine that he’d be mortified about with anyone else in the room, but has long come to accept as the kind of noise that Eddie will draw out of him with casual ease. Eddie, who grins against his neck and starts stroking his clothed dick in slow, teasing motions. The familiar touch feels different through the silky fabric, every sensation magnified tenfold. 

“Gonna need words, honey,” Eddie coos into his ear. “Would you like to watch yourself get fucked in that pretty pink outfit?” 

“Fuck,” Steve swears, tries to move in Eddie’s embrace, to roll his hips and meet the touch of that hand. “Fuck, yes, please!” 

“There you go,” Eddie praises, but it comes out laced with mirth. Even in his hazy state of arousal, Steve wrinkles his brow. “But first …” 

Oh God, no. What now? 

“Wha-” he starts to say - and that is all he manages before Eddie is gone. Steve yelps at the loss of arms supporting him and almost topples over. Eddie, the total asshat, just grins. Then, without warning, he tosses something at him. Steve, who has only just managed to catch himself, sputters as it hits him square in the face and he almost goes down a second time. 

When he manages to disentangle himself from the projectile, he discovers that it’s the sweater he took off not ten minutes ago. Eddie meets his glare with an infuriatingly wild-dimpled smile, all fake innocence. 

“Better get dressed, honey, we need to get going.” 

“Get-” Steve sputters. His dick gives a frustrated little throb against the lacey fabric of the panties. “What? Going where? What are you even talking about?” 

Eddie shrugs. “Did I forget to tell you? Mrs Wheeler called earlier. You weren’t here, so I took the liberty of picking up, and well … the babysitter canceled on her. Again, can you believe it?” 

Steve can practically feel how the blood rushes from his face. Since most of it was already in his cock to start with, it leaves him feeling all woozy. 

“Eddie, no!” he groans, ass hitting his desk chair so hard that it gives a little squeak in protest. “C’mon, man, don’t! What did I ever do to you?”

“Dunno what you mean, babe,” Eddie chirps. “You were poor Karen’s last hope, and Holly adores you, so I said we’d love to watch her for a few hours.” 

“Asshole,” Steve mumbles. It comes out a bit muffled around the fabric of the sweater he’s already halfway through shrugging on. The coarse knit slides against the smooth satin of the lingerie, and fuck, he’s gonna be thinking of the fact that he’s still wearing it underneath for the next few hours, right? 

[heavencasteel420]

I find it really frustrating when people interpret Jonathan (particularly Season 1 Jonathan) as being an edgelord who dislikes people for no reason. As a joke, it's stale and, as a remotely serious take, it's devoid of empathy or even basic comprehension of what happens in the show. Let's think for a second about how the citizens of Hawkins (the town where Jonathan has lived his entire life, and therefore his main reference point) behave towards him, his family, and others he's shown to have positive feelings towards (such as Nancy and Will's friends):

Kids bully his younger brother for homophobic reasons;

His younger brother's friends are bullied, both verbally and physically, often for racist and ableist reasons;

The police gossip about how his mom is crazy and speculate about her sex life;

Lonnie, his abusive deadbeat father, commands more respect in the town than his hardworking, loving mother;

Nancy is the only person at school to show any concern about Will, a missing little kid;

Steve makes a snide remark about him hanging up missing posters (although he has the decency to object to Tommy's crueler remarks);

Tommy makes a sick joke--twice--about Jonathan killing Will;

Even Barb, a "nice" girl who generally disapproves of Steve's crew, doesn't go up to him with Nancy or say "hey, in addition to my concerns that you are sexually in over your head with Steve, he and her friends were really fucking mean about a literal missing child"; this doesn't mean she was cool with it, of course, but it does suggest that this type of talk isn't noteworthy to her;

Steve and his friends--however legitimate their grievances--chose to confront him about the photos in the most schoolyard-bully way possible, which may have not been so bad in that context, but (in light of their behavior at other times) does imply that they also just kind of enjoy bullying;

Multiple people just stare and don't try to help at all when he and his mom are completely imploding in front of the morgue (although I understand it's an awkward situation for a bystander);

Steve and his friends slut-shame and humiliate Nancy in the most public way possible (at least pre-internet);

Steve says that he "always figured [Jonathan] for a queer," which at best means that Steve is willing to use homophobic slurs in a fight (even if he never actually thought that and is just talking shit, and even if he's not a particularly passionate homophobe) and at worst means that this is something that is generally said of Jonathan and that he's subject to homophobic bullying (whatever his actual sexuality);

Steve compares him to his "screw-up" father, knowing this is a sore spot;

Steve calls his mom--Joyce, a hardworking single mother with an objectively hard life--a screw-up;

Steve says "it's no surprise what happened to your brother"; this is an incredibly cruel thing for him to say, and also seems like the kind of callous thing he's heard from his parents or other adults ("it's a shame about that little boy, but something like that was bound to happen in that family");

Hopper and Karen Wheeler are the only non-related adults who show any concern for Jonathan.

Why would Jonathan like the people of Hawkins as a whole? From his vantage point, they're largely callous, bigoted, and cruel. Many of the main characters experience them as such. What kind of masochistic suck-up would he have to be to like Steve as he is for most of Season 1? Maybe he's an edgelord, but he's got his reasons.

I mean, I don't know. I disliked a lot of people in middle school, and some of it was being a moody teen, but also a lot of people in my middle school were homophobic conservative religious fanatics who were regularly horrible to me, my friends, and others. I was still a moody teen in high school--moodier, even!--but I was generally fine with my classmates because they were a lot nicer and less prejudiced. My mom is a warm and sunny person, but she'll talk shit about her hometown because a lot of people were racist or sexually predatory. Sometimes people thinks badly of those around them because those around them act badly.

[nancyonpaper]

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢 𝐚𝐦

𝖓𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖞 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖗: 𝖆𝖓 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

NATALIA DYER KEIRA KNIGHTLEY, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER When’s the last time anyone heard anything about NANCY WHEELER? Old friends remember them as INVESTIGATIVE & BRAVE but also UPTIGHT & METICULOLUS, no wonder they’re still known as THE DETECTIVE around town. Today, in 2006, they are THIRTY-NINE and some people say they remind them of A FRESHLY INKED PEN DABBING ONTO A NOTEPAD, RUNNING AWAY FROM HER OWN PROBLEMS, & KEEPING A HANDGUN ON HER AT ALL TIMES…. JUST IN CASE.

BASIC INFORMATION

full name: Nancy Grace Wheeler

nickname(s): Nance, Nancy “The Slut” Wheeler, & Nancy Drew

age: Thirty-Nine

date of birth: November 3rd, 1967

hometown: Hawkins, Indiana

current location: Hawkins, Indiana

orientation: Bisexual

religion: Raised Christian, but doesn’t practice

occupation: Reporter for The Watcher

living arrangements: Lives in her own house (NOT in the cul de sac)

language(s) spoken: English, high school level French

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

faceclaim: Keira Knightley 

hair color: Brunette

eye color: Brown

height: 5′7

FAMILY

father: Ted Wheeler

mother: Karen Wheeler

siblings: Mike and Holly Wheeler

nephew: Luke Wheeler

PERSONALITY

sun/moon/rising: Scorpio/Cancer/Pisces

label: The Detective

positive traits: intelligent & brave

negative traits: uptight & meticulou

BIOGRAPHY

When Nancy Wheeler left for college, she had no intent of ever returning to Hawkins, Indiana for more than a holiday or a school break. After Will and El’s death and the defeat of Vecna, she felt like there was no place for her in Hawkins anymore. Mike was grieving in his own way (shutting her out), Jonathan was grieving in his own way (breaking up), and all she had was a one way ticket out of that hell hole. 

College was fun! Nancy built a little life for herself out there. She joined a sorority (much to Karen Wheeler’s happiness), eventually moving into their house come her sophomore year, became editor-in-chief of The Berkeley Beacon, had a shitty boyfriend, maintained a 4.0 GPA, and realized that maybe life could just be normal. There would always be the pang in her chest every time she returned to Hawkins that shit would hit the fan, but for four solid years, it didn’t.

After graduating with Latin honors (Summa cum laude, but who’s bragging?), she had plenty of job offers lined up, but took one at The New York Register. It was lesser known than The New York Times, but she wanted something smaller just to feel like she was making a difference. A few measly years in and Nancy was actually one of the top reporters, but she didn’t feel like she was fighting crime. As a teenager, she was fighting literal Demogorgon’s and Vecna. Reporting on petty crime and the happenings of such a big city just felt meaningless. So, she packed her bags and moved back to Hawkins. It had been years since anything happened in town, so she felt like it was a safe choice. Besides, Mike had just welcomed his son into the world and God knows he would need help.

When Mike was institutionalized, there was someone who needed to watch Luke. Nancy felt like the obvious choice. Karen was still in her prime, but her time for taking care of children was long past her, and Nancy was actually related to Mike with a decent paying job and a clean background. For just a few months, it was her and Luke. Despite not wanting children of her own, she took her role as Luke’s caretaker very seriously. It gave her a look at the life that her parents always wanted for her. A white picket fence, married to Steve Harrington, with a couple of kids, and a dog. It was a nice dream to live in for a handful of months, but it wasn’t her reality forever.

When Mike came home and Luke was no longer her number one priority, Nancy shifted her attention to The Watcher and, to be honest, she loves it. It’s exactly what she always wanted. Traveling and reporting on weird happenstances. It allows her to actually use her investigative prowess for something meaningful. If it wasn’t for how busy she was and for how arrogant Mike was, Nancy would take Luke in herself because… Well, to put it nicely, Mike’s doing a bit of a shit job (in Nancy’s opinion) in the parenting field. So, when she is home, Nancy tries to make it a priority to pick up Luke from school whenever Mike works late or if he has a school event, she’ll be in the front row. Being an aunt when Mike Wheeler is the father is a full time job!

TIME CAPSULE

In 1983, Nancy Wheeler put her Tigers cheerleading uniform in the capsule. She had no better use for it since she quit the team earlier that year. Her mom had made her join the team and after Barb’s death, it just didn’t seem worth it to be a part of something she disliked. Besides, it felt like a right of passage after everything that happened that year. It felt like a way of her saying goodbye to her childhood and the girl she once was.

In 1984, Nancy Wheeler put Barb’s obituary in the time capsule. She had died the year prior, but it was only “confirmed” that year. Nancy hoped it would keep people remembering her when it was eventually dug up.

In 1985, Nancy put a Jazzercise coupon that she never used in the time capsule. Her mom gave it to her, but the summer of 1985, she was a bit more than preoccupied. So, into the time capsule it went. Maybe Jazzercise would survive the test of time.

In 1986, Nancy threw her diary in the time capsule. She no longer had a use for it and honestly, the last thing she wanted to remember was how she pined for both Steve Harrington and Jonathan Byers in high school.

STATS

Athletics (How Athletic are they?) - 1

Burglary (Can they swipe stuff?) - -1

Contacts (Do they know people with information?) - 3

Crafts (Sewing, mending, basket making, weaving, etc. etc.) - 2

Deceive (Are they a good liar?) - -2

Drive (like, actual driving ability) - 2

Empathy (On a scale of 1-10 how much of an empath are they?) - 2

Fight (Do they have hands?) - 0

Investigate (Can they sleuth?) - 3

Lore (Kinda like knowledge) - 1

Medicine (First Aid Essentially) - -2

Navigation (How good are they with a map/getting around?) - -3

Notice (Is your character observant?) - 2

Provoke (Are they a shit disturber?) - -3

Rapport (Are they charming? Can they do it on cammand?) - 2

Resourcefulness (MacGyver scale) - 1

Stealth (Are they sneaky?) - 3

Will (Tenacity) - 2

𝐖𝐈𝐊𝐈

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[lovestuckyhatemarvel]

Oh hey. I’m on my last episode rewatch of the night with season 1 episode 6. So here’s more commentary/reactions to things I have thoughts on or just forgot/didn’t notice.

1.) this is the word’s worst game of Marco Polo

2.) oh nvm it is starting to close the gate, not done

3.) truly don’t understand people shipping Steve with Tommy or Carol. Half the time it doesn’t even seem like they’re actually friends.

4.) forgot all that we’re shown Steve seeing is Nancy and Jonathan sit and sideways hug on her bed

5.) I forgot the name Jane shows up this early

7.) Nancy figures out it hunts the smell of blood

8.) Scott Clarke accidentally gives the kids’ info to shady government officials

9.) I forgot that Dustin was the mediator between Lucas and Mike

10.) Karen Wheeler picks locks

11.) El calling a random man mouth breather and then stealing frozen waffles is still very funny although it is wild how quickly they decided she loved waffles more than ice cream or burgers. Oh wait. Eggos are a brand deal. Nvm lmao

12.) Forgot Dustin thought you can’t have more than one best friend

13.) I forgot they told terry that she miscarried in the third trimester although I don’t know if the duffer brothers realize that wouldn’t be a miscarriage, it’d be a stillbirth.

14.) oh hi, army surplus store.

15.) ah the graffiti. I forgot it turned the sign to read ‘all the right moves starring Nancy the slut wheeler’

17.) Steve really did just stand back as Tommy tagged

18.) Steve goes way too far and doesn’t get hit until he brings up Joyce and will. Jonathan didn’t react to queer

19.) steve really got his ass beat.

20.) I forgot the bully pulls a switchblade. The duffers really do love every stupid thing Stephen king ever did

21.) I forgot El broke Troy’s arm

22.) “she’s our friend and she’s crazy!” Dustin is both the best and the worst hype man

23.) Dustin and Mike hugging el is so cute

[canonbydeduction]

Stranger Things S1 Ch1&2 thoughts

So, I’m finally actually watching the show after being obsessed for nearly six months now. Partly cause I actually want to watch the source, and partly because there’s only so much fic you can write without actually having seen the canon and I’m stuck on a few wips rn. So, thoughts:

For some reason I thought Karen Wheeler was blond? idk why this is so deeply weird to me.

Ted Wheeler is real?! And has lines!? Wild, man.

Hopper looks weirdly like Bo Burnham and it is throwing me off.

Episode 1 would have made me cry at least twice if I didn’t know that Will wasn’t actually dead - like they are really leaning into the heartbreak on the sound design

Speaking of, the sound design in general is just so good - I see what people mean about it being really well done horror

I am so sad that Barb is dead. I love her so much

I was unaware both that Jonathan went to see Lonnie and that the suits didn’t disappear Benny, but those were the only things so far that I didn’t already know about from fic. However, my knowledge does go downhill from episode 1 until like late season three when the stobin fics pick up so i’m expecting a lot more surprises going forward

I think I am too aroace for Stancy’s motivations to make any sense. Like, sorry babes, but I just... do not get it. However, on a related note, god S1 Steve was such a slut. And I love him for it.

Anyway, I am watching through ST with a friend, so I will be back with more of this whenever we’re both free again. I fully expect that no one will ever read this - I’m just doing this to keep a record for myself - but if there is anyone reading these words - hi! congrats you’ve made it to the end of this post. Thanks!

[sunflowerharrington]

something where reader is Billy’s gf and they’re at a party and she gets hit on and he gets overprotective and it leads to angry sex

You’re My Favourite Kind Of Night

pairing - Billy Hargrove X Fem!Reader

summary - You, Y/N Wheeler, decided to throw a party for your birthday, and Billy’s not happy with how much you’re talking to your friend Steve Harrington, Nance’s boyfriend.

Thinking of writing a Part 2 for this if anyone wants it! ☺️

warnings - Overprotectiveness, 18+, Billy Hargrove, degradation, Billy flirts with Karen, slut shaming, public masturbation, sorry but Y/N is kind of a bitch in this, flashbacks to season one at the very end, 🤨📸, reader’s kind of a brat iwl.

notes - I hope you like this, Nonnie. Another request similar to this one was; Could do something where Billy is jealous of a boy Y/N is talking to so he reminds her who she belongs to? And can that boy be Steve. Okay so I kind of changed the ask slightly, but it’s still what you both asked for, Anons. Just a heads up, that’s all! Also the title comes from the song; Earned It, by The Weeknd (From Fifty Shades of Grey)

word count - 4K (caught in 4K, literally)

taglist - @quickiesgirl @sunnymunson @sympathyforher @langdon-cumslut @wzrlds @friendly-neighborhood-ghoul @taecube @in-love-with-will-byers dm comment or ask me to be added or taken off for future updates if you like <3

“So,” Steve started, taking his first draw of smoke. You never thought he would be a smoker. “Great party, huh? Not to mention interesting…”

“Yeah,” you said, sitting down next to him on the edge of the pool coping. “I’m all about crazy parties.”

“I bet. But shouldn’t the birthday girl be talking to everyone and not just me?”

He patted his legs, indicating to you to prop yours up over him. You do as you’re asked, now practically sitting in his lap.

“I can talk to whoever I want to whenever I want to.”

He began strumming his fingers across your bare thigh, inching closer and closer to the black leather skirt you were wearing, matching with your boyfriend’s jacket.

You rolled your eyes. “You’ll get me in trouble, Harrington.”

“You got me in trouble with Nance first,” he chuckled darkly. “That skirt you wore on your first day at Hawkins drove me wild, Y/N.”

“Touché.”

He used the silence to drill you with a querying look. “I like you, Wheeler, you know. I wanna know more about you.”

Sure, and you wanted to know how big his cock was and how many inches it could get down your throat before you’re gagging, with tears starting to fall from your eyes.

“There’s no reason that you can’t,” you said, grazing your bottom lip between your teeth.

His reply was to do nothing but stare intently back at you, his soft but intense gaze burning right through you. But you weren’t intimidated in the slightest, so you stared back, the only man that could make you bow down was nowhere to be seen so you decided to lay your cards out.

“I always thought you were hotter than every other boy in Hawkins.”

“Even Billy, your boyfriend?” Steve questioned, almost choking on the air he breathed in, looking away from you. Finally, you won.

“Billy hates labels. We’ve gone with fuck-buddies, but apparently he’s the only one allowed to see other people.”

You smiled innocently at him, just as you heard somebody else coming over. You would’ve preferred if Steve just gave in right away, but in the end you still won, then that way you could’ve talked to him properly before whoever the fuck this was decided to interrupted you.

It turned out to be Billy. Go figure.

At the sound of Billy coming over, Steve also pushed your legs off his, making it not as obvious that you two were practically eye fucking each other until the first one caved in. You bet Steve got off controlling when a girl came for him, just like Billy did, building the girl up and up, only to leave her hanging every single damn time. Just until she was completely ragged, desperate and submissive for him.

You didn’t think you’d mind a change of scenery, after having the beautiful Billy on top of you more than once every night for the last six months, and you were starting to get tired of the same old vanilla, missionary sex he had been giving you. God. Why were men so goddamn boring?!

“I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” Billy asked, glaring at you.

He takes a cigarette out of his box and places it between his lips, inhaling then dragging it out with a loud sigh. You didn’t realize your gaze had been pinned on his body, anywhere but his face while biting your lips until Billy gave you a look, pinning his eyes on you as he brought his lighter to the end of his cigarette.

“Not at all,” Steve said, scratching the back of his neck, looking away awkwardly. He put out his half smoked cigarette and turned to you. “Do you want to head back inside? It’s getting pretty cold out here.”

“Stay here. We need to talk,” Billy told you. He was now turned from Steve pretty dismissively.

“Steve’s right, it is pretty cold out here,” you replied, pouting your lower lip at him.

“Don’t strut around at a party without any underwear on then.”

Steve’s mouth ran drier than the Sahara Desert. “You’re not wearing any underwear?” He was already halfway to his feet, but as he realized you weren’t moving he sat back down again. “Bold as ever, Wheeler.”

There was a small giggle in your throat, half way out of your mouth, but Billy interrupted you. “She’s a riot, that’s for sure. I’m trying to talk to her though, so if you don’t mind… can you kindly fuck off?”

That was aggressively rude.

…and so damn hot.

Steve’s eyes narrowed on Billy’s. “I was talking to her first. I can’t imagine anything that urgent that I can’t keep talking to her.”

Oh, you loved this side of the both of them. You liked their arguing, the underlying tension. Sexual tension? You didn’t know. Also, it’s over you for now. And your legs weren’t clamped shut to keep your dignity, no, but to stop the throbbing pressure.

Billy scoffed, and you turned to him, surprised that he hadn’t already knocked Steve out. Though last time Steve won. So he may have not wanted to crush his ego and pride… again. “Sounded like a whole lot of silence ‘fore I came over here, Harrington.”

“Saying my surname isn’t intimidating, Billy.”

A smirk found its way onto your lips. Steve had no idea really what he was in for with Billy, so you helped him out. Running your foot up the front of Steve’s leg, you told Billy, “We were saying it all with our eyes.”

“Lust at first sight, hm?” Billy said, unfazed. “You two must be so attuned that now you can telepathically tell each other how much you want to fuck each other like Max’s friend, El, can.”

What the fuck was he doing? Whatever it was it was kind of hot.

Before an even more confused frown can cross your face, Steve jolted up. You were already quite taken aback, but more so when he stepped up to Billy. Billy for his part looked completely and utterly unbothered, not changing his expression or stance in the slightest.

“What’s your problem with me talking to Y/N?”

“My problem?” Billy scoffed. He suddenly straightened up. “You need to stay away from my girlfriend. I just wanted to talk to her.”

Oh so now he wanted to call you his girlfriend? Very mature.

Steve stared him down, unconvinced. Billy then showed he wasn’t intimidated in the slightest and smiled right in Steve’s face, wholly offensively, entirely disrespectfully, before beginning to chuckle under his breath.

“You know, Harrington. Maybe you should spend less time flirting with other girls and more focussed on Nancy. Not Y/N. She’s off limits.”

“Says who? We’re just fuck buddies, Billy. No strings attached, remember?” You said, mimicking the way he said it to you on the way into the party two hours ago.

Billy was about to say something when he heard a noise, somebody was leaving the house.

“Buzzkill,” Billy muttered, looking into the distance at none other than your mom, Karen, who was now walking towards you. “Time to sweet talk this bitch. You two better play along.”

Ugh, who did this boy think he was? Really. Bossing you around like that?

“You must be Y/N’s sister,” he said, running his tongue against his top teeth, before biting his lower lip. He began not-so subtly looking her up and down. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“I’m actually her mother,” she chuckled. “Such a charmer.”

“My best talent! Right, baby? Steve?”

“Right,” you both said at the same time, and as your mom began walking off with a stupid little grin on her face, Billy made a ‘call me’ gesture to her before popping his cigarette back into his mouth. Gross.

“Easy. Now, we need to have a little talk, don’t we, Babydoll?” He asked, taking a hold of your hand with a painfully strong grip, and Steve took the hint to leave, cautiously looking over his shoulder one last time to make sure you were okay being alone with Billy.

“Sure, Babydoll,” you chuckled. Billy hated it when you mocked him, but it also turned him on more than anything else could. Except you, obviously. And now, your mom too.

The pool lights had been turned off as the party drifted inside, the clock struck midnight and the party was coming to an end. Billy’s beautiful face was illuminated under the moonlight, looking like a male adonis, but god was he fucking annoying.

He was already pinning you down with an icy glare when you tore your eyes away from Steve who was now making his way back into the house. With his eyes on you, you uncrossed your legs, letting them inch open ever so slightly, then crossed them the other way.

Billy leaned back against the nearby wall, not even five feet away from you, propping one leg against it too, with a husky look on his face. He beckoned you over with two fingers, almost mirroring the way you’d love him to touch you right now.

“On your knees, Princess.”

“I’m not getting on my knees for any man, Babydoll,” you teased, butterflies awakening in your stomach as his brows furrowed into a frown.

“You have three seconds to get over here, Y/N.”

But you don’t move. You stayed seated exactly where you were, but you did however start running your hand down your body, from your neck down to the junction between your hip and leg, never taking your gaze off his.

“Or what?”

“If you don’t get on your knees and crawl over here right now like a good little girl and suck on my dick… I swear to God, you little fucking brat, when I do finally fuck you, you’ll be feeling it for weeks.”

Oh shit. So he was playing that game?

“You should be nicer to me, Billy. It’s my birthday,” you said, chuckling to yourself, letting out a gasp as he grabs your wrist, pulling you over to him.

He pressed your body against the wall, your eyes widening as he towered over you. You glared at him as he trapped you against the wall, one hand either side of your shoulders.

“Tell me, Hargrove. Do I get under your skin when I speak to other boys? Does the thought of me talking to Steve Harrington… Anger you?” You asked, a little giggle leaving your lips as you did so.

It wasn’t so much the disrespect and the dirty talk, but about knowing how desperate that little fuck was to get in your pants. Billy wanted you so bad. The fucking loser. The more you deny, the more you tease, the better the fuck will be. There’s no way you could give in now.

You pushed Billy away from you, making him stumble backwards. Taking it a step further you walked back over to the shorter wall and sat back down on it, taking your teasing fingers slowly down between your legs and underneath the fabric of your skirt.

The tips of your fingers just grazed over your skin, making your legs shudder, forcing the lightest of gasps from between your lips as they dip into the pool of wet between your legs. As you slipped a finger between your folds and was encased in warmth and delicious wetness, Billy’s jaw unhinged, his eyes set determinedly on watching you play with yourself, though he wanted to do it himself.

You’d barely begun and he’d already shoved his hand in his own underwear. You gasped again, and the sound made Billy scramble over to you with lust in his eyes. He grabbed onto his jeans, quickly unbuckling them and pulling them down, hauling his underwear down with them. So much for fucking you within an inch of your life.

You bet he was so horny he’d just jump you until he came five minutes later then blame it on the alcohol he consumed. No. Now wasn’t the time.

You grabbed his jaw as he was about to pull up your skirt, squeezing with your wet fingers. “Uh uh,” you said, shaking your head. “Who says you’re getting to play, hm?”

“I’ll rip that fucking skirt and bralette off with no hesitation, Y/N.”

“And then what?” You asked, taking him close enough that you could have kissed him if you wanted to. But instead, you shoved his face away, almost making him fall backwards.

He rubbed his jaw, glaring at you from the corner of his eye. “I will ruin you.”

“Really?” You let out a dry laugh. “A whiny little bitch like you couldn’t even ruin a fly, Hargrove. Even Steve fucking Harrington beat you in a fight.”

Hate boiled in him like lava, forming an extremely aggressive volcano, anger bubbling and beginning to burn his insides, and it took everything in his power to not throw one at you like his father always did.

The veins in his hands and arms began to pulse from clenching his fists so furiously, and he released you from the cage of his arms, taking one step back. “You’re a miserable fucking bitch.”

“And you’re not one of those?” You smirked, and he shook his head, lost in a sea of fury and confusion.

His icy blue eyes burned into yours and you stared back, unwilling to budge, watching as a darkness flashed in his eyes, nostrils flaring. He brought a hand up to your chest to forcefully push you against the wall, pressing his body weight against yours. Still no trace of anything but the usual hypnotic look in his sultry blue eyes.

He then pulled away, sitting down on the pool coping, pulling you with him. He snaked an arm around your back, cinching you into him, your thighs around his hips, locking at his back to stop yourself from falling into the pool. He was so tall that even sitting down you were still not looking him in the eye and he still got to look down on you, but you realized he positioned himself to kneel as imposingly as he could in front of you. Never did you think he’d get on his knees for anyone, but here he was.

“The only person you have to prove anything to is me. So, prove it.” He took you by the chin this time, locking his fingers over you so tightly, turning you up to look at him with such a sharp movement that it hurt your neck. “Show me you’re not all mouth, you slut. Because I have a feeling you’re playing up a big game here.”

“Glady.” It almost sounded like you were intimidated by him, which was the very fucking last thing he made you… or that’s what you wanted him to think. You would gladly let Billy take control of you for a night, but in all honesty, you didn’t think he actually had it in him.

Until he could prove that he did, he wasn’t getting that chance.

“If you want to know what I’ve got…” You began. Billy let you go, running his hands through your hair instead, and ironically being as gentle about it as he can. “Then you can listen to me fucking that Munson kid all night long until he can’t see. I’ll even take you with me to get my weed off him so you can enjoy the show.”

That gentleness had vanished again. He took a hold of your hair tight, arching you back, and grinned in your face, showing you the menace you wanted all along. He slid his fingers into your slick pussy, biting his lips and sighing contently at how it felt, making you moan, your bottom lip shuddering.

"By all means, have your fun with that freak. We’re not boyfriend and girlfriend after all. But what you’re gonna do afterwards, no matter what the fuck you get up to with that fucking kid, is you're going to meet me, somewhere with all the lights off, somewhere nice and quiet, like the park, and I'm going to bend you over the first surface I can get, I don't care what it is, the slide, the bench at the bakery, the picnic tables, even that fucking freak you're fucking tonight, I don't give a shit so long as you're face down and whimpering for me, and I'm not going to stop until my name is coming out your mouth and you're begging me, fucking begging me to make you cum again. Tonight you’re going to be mine, bitch, and I'm going to make sure you don't forget that. All mine."

He slid his fingers in and out of you as he spoke, leaving you whimpering already, eyes on his, not daring to look away and miss a word, biting down hard on your bottom lip so you didn’t make a sound, yet still making the most pathetic and needy little noises. Maybe you were the whiny one, not Billy.

“Get up, whore” he hissed, his order dominant, and quite frankly very sexy.

You did as you were told, half because yes please, and half because he's still got a fistful of your hair and was getting up with you regardless of what you wanted (though we both know exactly what you wanted).

When you were up, he let you go, but he wasn’t done.

“Turn around and bend over,” he demanded, his voice laced with sweet, sweet venom.

Oh fuck, you thought as you did as he asked. He stood behind you, so fucking close to where you needed him most, his hands travelling all over; smoothing over your ass, down your thighs, his knuckles grazing your throbbing pussy. He kicked at your ankles until you spread your legs wider.

Right now you’d take those minutes you were mocking him for and you’d thank him endlessly for them, even if he left you unfinished, but right now you were so goddamn wet for him, and you were sure he’d have you cumming the moment the tip of his cock even teased your slit.

He slid your skirt up your ass, exposing everything. His cock rubbed against you through his shorts. You pushed back into him even harder, moaning.

His hand came colliding with your ass. You groaned, and grunted, and jerked away all at the same time, your fingers clutching the hard marble even tighter.

“I like it when you’re a bad girl, Princess, but you need to realise that you won’t get away with that shit with me, you fucking slut. You need to be a good girl for me.”

He brought his hand down again, rocking you even harder. You grinded your hips desperately up on his dick for some needed relief.

“Who are you going to open your legs for tonight, you little slut?” He asked.

Before you could answer he spanked you again. Hard.

You moaned, trying to keep your legs from trembling.

“You, Billy,” you confessed.

“Say it again. I didn’t hear you.”

“You, Billy. Fuck,” you groaned pathetically, desperately reaching back to him, betraying yourself by how needy you were being.

“Billy?” He let a dry laugh escape his throat.

“Babe?”

No answer.

“Baby?”

Nothing. Not even a blink.

“Darling?”

Still no answer. What the fuck would he want you to call him?

“My love?”

He shook his head, a smirk etched into his features.

“Babydoll?”

“Call me Babydoll one more time and see what happens, Princess. I answer to Daddy only, and you should know that by now,” he hissed, before laughing. “Oh I forgot, you’re too dumb to remember shit like that!”

He moved away, but before you could collapse to the ground in disappointment, he slapped his hand between your legs, his fingers sliding up inside of you again.

“Let me repeat this; who are you opening your legs for tonight?”

You had a thought about saying Eddie’s name, but you were so horny that you couldn’t bring yourself to delay Billy fucking you senseless any longer. “You, Daddy.”

God you hated that word, but nonetheless still said it, earning another slap on your ass, this time much harder, the feeling of a bruise beginning to form on your skin.

“That’s right, doll,” he said, and you could practically hear that little bitchass smirk on his face. “You fucking remember that, Y/N. Remember who it was that had your pussy dripping before they even touched you. You can be a bad girl for everyone else, but you’re a good girl for me. Do you understand?”

But Steve also had your pussy dripping, no?

You nodded. “Whatever you want, Babydo— I mean, Daddy.” Ew.

“Shit, someone’s coming, babe,” Billy whispered.

He backed off so suddenly you could have sworn he ran away, but he didn’t run. He didn’t run, not this time. You were just fixing your skirt that was pulled up over your ass and top that was pulled up over your tits when Karen came strutting into view in her skimpiest lingerie that she certainly wasn’t wearing for Ted. But for Billy, of course. Who else would it be for? She’d been trying to steal that boy from you for weeks now.

“Jesus, mom!” You jumped back in an instant, letting go of Billy’s shirt as he tried wiping the lipstick off his face and neck, and chest, and legs, and—

“What are you doing out so late, Y/N? Billy, I need to speak with you about… Something…” She said, a flirty smile playing on her lips as she twirled her hair between her fingers.

You didn’t look back at Billy as you went, rolling your eyes at your mom’s pathetic flirting attempt. You barely could because you were such a fucking horny mess, but God you couldn’t go about your family like this. You were a fucking whimpering shamble and you and Billy both knew it. Even Karen knew it.

You scurried away to the upstairs bathroom, the one with the most privacy, since Mike is usually down in the basement (right now he was at Lucas’). Thankfully barely anyone was around, and you only bumped into your dad as he was coming back from doing his nightly run around the kitchen for snacks. I mean, everyone does it, right? Absolutely no shame, Teddy.

You had to stuff your entire fist in your mouth, cumming so hard after fucking yourself properly with your fingers, but God … you may have finished, but you’d never felt so unfinished in your life. Your whole body felt electric, from your sensitive nipples, your temples, your throbbing pussy, and your toes. You just wanted Hargrove all over you, in you everywhere, fucking you in every hole you have simultaneously, kissing the rest of you, sucking on your toes and fingers and nipples. You were just gagging for him to touch you until you’re on the edge and then for him to never stop.

You’re feeling a lot calmer when you leave the bathroom, bumping into Nancy on the way to your bedroom. You caught her throwing a disgusted look at your lap when you sat down on your bed, no doubt thinking of all the underwear-less shenanigans they caught on the cameras around the house. She can’t say anything, after all she lost her virginity to the hair while her best friend was dying in Steve’s pool. And if only somebody knew about the shenanigans that were never recorded on camera. Or so you thought.

Billy’s ears perked up at the sound of the bushes rustling as he opened the door to his Camaro, and he caught a glimpse of greasy ash brown hair and the distinctive blue shirt and black denim jacket combo. You looked out your bedroom window to see what all the fuss was about and you saw Billy speaking to somebody else! You were so surprised he didn’t have your mom bent over the same wall he was taking you on. The Whore of Babylon walked so Nancy, Karen and Y/N Wheeler could run.

Is that…?

“I’m going to fucking kill you, Byers! Go find your brother instead of fucking recording me and Y/N, you fucking freak!”

Needless to say that video went around school faster than you could say Billy’s name. And you lived up to your surname, as did Nancy when she was also filmed with Steve. By the same person both times.

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Thinking about how Nancy Wheeler deserves women. And I mean that in all ways. I’m literally always thinking about that scene in season one where she’s trying to tell the two useless deputies that Barb is missing and they just slut shame her instead and how that is basically her fucking joker moment.

Her only female friend in seasons 1-3 is Barb, who dies after literally two episodes. So she goes to Steve for help, and he blows her off. She goes to the male cops, who blow her off. The only person who actually attempts to do anything helpful is her mother, before she eventually teams up with Jonathan.

And okay, that’s great, but then in season three we’ve got her out here trying to figure out wtf is going with the rats and her stupid male boss and colleagues ignore her and even Jonathan blows her off (I know he has his own valid points but still). Once again, the only person to help her and tell her to fucking go for it is her mom (in this house we stan Karen Wheeler).

And now in season 4 even Jonathan is gone and she’s out here trying to figure out wtf is going on and she comes up with a Victor Creel theory and once again no one really believes her except another woman, this time Robin. And finally we are blessed with Nancy having a supporter, a female friend, someone who believes her and sees her brilliance. And she puts her in charge and backs her up at every moments And then we get Max staring at Nancy with adoration as she saws off a shotgun. And we get Robin staring at her in awe as she blasts Vecna to hell.

AND NANCY DESERVES MORE WOMEN IN HER LIFE DAMMIT!!!! She deserves sleepovers with El and Max where she teaches them to shoot a gun and spa days with her mom where she can finally fucking relax for ten minutes and she deserves to get drunk with Joyce and talk shit about how both of them are literally always right and no one ever believes them and she deserves to be in love with Robin and be supported and be a kickass investigative team and literally destroy the government ITS WHAT SHE DESERVES YOUR HONOR

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Clockwork

Summary: El rewinds time and saves all of Vecna’s victims, including Eddie and Chrissy

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham, Eleven (Jane) Hopper x Respect and Decency, Karen Wheeler x Girlbossing, Stranger Things Characters x Happiness

Word Count: 2.2K 

Warnings: gore, gun violence, slut shaming, STRANGER THINGS 4 VOL 2 SPOILERS! 

When El is overpowering Vecna, she is using her powers with anger. When she overpowers him the second time, she is using her powers with love.

After Vecna gets the upper hand, he searches for El’s memories to lure her into a depressed state and “Vecna” her. But she remembers all the good times, specifically when she and Max had their sleepover and she realizes what her favorite song is (it becomes a full circle moment from when Max taught her to like things that she liked. Not Hopper. Not Mike. You.)

She plays her favorite song from her own mind while a montage of her favorite things flash through her mind: Eggos, her favorite clothes, spring flowers in Hawkins, things that remind her of her.

Not only does El overpower Vecna but she Turns. Back. Time.

All of the grandfather clocks stop, then they start to chime backwards. And then the hands start spinning out of control until the glass shatters. You hear a dissonant chime from all the clocks at once, it’s a loud cacophony of unpleasant noise and it almost shatters everyone’s eardrums.

Everything in the Upside Down starts moving backwards. Specifically, everything that Vecna controlled.

The vines unwind and free Steve, Nancy, and Robin, retreating into the walls and shrinking to the size of seaweed. The bruises on their necks fade away and their breathing evens out quite easily.

The demobats start moving in the opposite direction. Eddie’s blood starts retreating back into his body. The flesh they had bitten is reconnected and he can breathe easily. The bats fall to the ground all at once, crumpling into little tiny balls until they burst into a pathetic small patch of dust that could threaten to do no more harm than a simple cough.

Max’s bones unbreak and her vision clears up. She wakes up in Lucas’ arms and Lucas feels like he can finally breathe now that Max is alright.

On Vecna’s trees, Chrissy and Fred both start to unsnap. Their bones crack back into place and their eyes are back in their sockets. (Their corpses in Hawkins are just body doubles so their actual physical bodies are in the Upside Down.) The trees holding them slowly shrink down into the ground, releasing their grip on the former victims. Chrissy and Fred are placed gently on the ground and they’re overwhelmed with relief. They also have a working knowledge of what’s going on because of their psychic link with Vecna.

El essentially reverses all the damage done by Vecna and kills all his minions throughout Hawkins - vines, demobats, demogorgons, demogogs, everything shrivels up into nothingness, including Vecna. She destroys him, absolutely decimates atom by atom. As far as El is concerned, she is the one who created Frankensteins’s monster, so she’s going to be the one who kills him.

She summons everyone (including the California gang) out of the Upside Down and to one central location in Hawkins - town hall. She chooses it because there is a huge garden of the spring flowers she loves. Coincidentally, all the parents are heading in that direction because they were looking for their kids and they saw the red lightning hovering over the center of the town.

The parents watched El and a gaggle of kids float down from the sky.

Everyone's a little disoriented from what just happened. Having time turned backwards on you and being moved across dimensions sure can make your stomach turn.

The crowd can’t believe their eyes. Everyone with guns is too stunned to shoot. The first person to move or even speak is Karen Wheeler. She runs up to her children and scoops them up in the biggest hugs of their lives.

“Oh my God! Michael, Nancy, are you alright?” She’s crying, she’s pushing their hair back and fussing over them. She has no idea how on Earth Mike got back or why Nancy has guns but she’s just relieved they’re okay.

“Steve, did you look after my daughter?” Karen asked Steve with a pointed look.

“Actually, Mrs. Wheeler, your daughter looked after us.” Steve confirmed.

“Oh yeah, we’d be completely and utterly useless without Nance. Oh- I’m Robin, by the way. Robin Buckley. I’m Nancy’s…” Robin trailed off and looked to Nancy for approval.

“Friend.” Nancy filled in with a warm smile. “Robin’s my friend.”

There were a few tearful reunions. The Wheelers. The Sinclairs. Lucas and Max.Even unlikely-friend-duo Nancy and Fred.

Dustin, probably the most relieved of all, was clutching onto Eddie’s middle and sobbing happily into his vest. Eddie had his arms wrapped around Dustin and was holding onto him tight.

“That’s alright, Henderson. Let it out. Let it all out.”

“Eddie?” A voice spoke up.

Eddie turned his head to see Chrissy, alive and well. Living, breathing, and completely unscathed.

“Chrissy. Holy shit.”

Eddie was stunned. How was Chrissy here? When he left her, when he ran away, she was… Eddie held down the thought before the image of Chrissy’s mangled body could float to the forefront of his brain. But she wasn’t mangled. Her bones weren’t broken. Her bright, shining blue eyes were right where they should be. The girl he’d had a crush on since 7th grade, the girl who came to him for help, the girl he tried so desperately to put at ease, was alright.

Chrissy couldn’t believe Eddie was standing right in front of her. He was a little dirty and wearing some tattered tactical gear but this wasn’t a Vecna-induced hallucination. It wasn’t a trick or a twisted misdirect. He was real and he was looking into the whites of her eyes.

Despite not knowing each other outside of a middle school memory and a connection in the woods, the pair felt an inexplicable pull toward one another. They had each endured trauma that ran parallel to one another. Their shared experience would likely bound them together forever, even though their connection goes back years.

The combination of adrenaline, fear, and relief culminated in the two of them crashing into each other in a fierce bear hug. Eddie held Chrissy tight to his chest while Chrissy’s arms went around his neck. Her hand rested on the back of his head. She didn’t mind that his hair was dirty and matted. It was actually softer than she thought– Eddie was softer than she thought.

Eddie’s arms tightened around Chrissy’s frame. He was afraid he might have hurt her but she gave no indication of discomfort. In fact, she tightened her grip on him as well. The relief washing over him was almost too intense. Not only would no longer be hunted for her murder, but Chrissy was actually alive. Her future won’t be ripped away by cruel forces. The Queen of Hawkins High gets to rule her kingdom. She gets to live. She gets to be happy.

Their tender embrace was cut short by a force aggressively shoving Chrissy to the ground.

“Ah!”

She screamed and when she saw what pushed her, she saw… Jason?

At least, he looked like Jason. But his combed back hair was messy and tangled. His eyes were bloodshot and he was pointing a gun at her face.

“What the hell are you!?”

“Jason…” Chrissy’s voice filled with terror as she stared down the barrell of the gun. Why was Jason doing this? Wouldn’t he have been thrilled to see her? Wouldn’t he have been relieved?

“Jason, put the goddamn gun down!” Eddie shouted.

Jason shook his head. He was seething, almost growling and staring at Chrissy like she had two heads.

“No, I don’t know what kind of Satanic voodoo Munson pulled but you’re not Chris. She’s dead. He killed her!” Jason turned his head to stare Eddie down, but his weapon stayed aimed at Chrissy. “You killed her. You think you can just pull some bullshit light show and dress up one of your cult followers as my Chris so you won’t go to prison?”

He looked back at Chrissy and sneered.

“You don’t even fuckin’ look like her. What did he do huh? Pay you? You’re some kind of actor? One of Munson’s roadies? He just keeps you around for sex and passes you around to his cult members?”

Chrissy couldn’t help the tears filling her eyes. How could Jason say these things about her? The guy she knew wouldn’t have called her these horrible things.

“Jason, it’s me…” Chrissy whimpered.

“Put the gun down, man before you kill someone.” Eddie said through gritted teeth. Chrissy saw Eddie’s grip tighten on his spear from the corner of her eye. Even if Eddie did go on the offensive, Jason was standing too close to her. He had too clean a shot. She was done for.

Jason was staring at Chrissy, right through her. She could see the insanity in his eyes, the pure hatred. That’s what was going to kill her. She survived an interdimensional demon feeding on her worst pain but she was going to die at the hand of someone she had once cared for.

“Please…” She whispered. One last desperate plea.

Chrissy closed her eyes and awaited death, just as she had done when Vecna attacked her. She heard Jason click the safety off. She waited for a loud bang…

and nothing.

She didn’t dare to open her eyes until she heard a scream. The gun had fallen to the ground with all of the bullets somehow laying on the concrete beside it. Chrissy looked up at Jason, whose hand was twisted as if he had sprained it.

Behind them, El was holding her hand out. She had broken Jason’s hand, moved the bullets and, just for good measure,  made the gun and bullets disintegrate.

Then all hell broke loose.

Jason fell to his knees in agony. Eddie tackled Jason and they rolled down the steps of town hall to the sidewalk. He started landing blow after blow.

“Son of a bitch!” Eddie screamed. Steve ran down the stairs and pulled Eddie off Jason. Eddie was still trying to break Jason’s nose but Steve clamped an aggressive hand down on Eddie’s shoulder and gave him a pointed look.

“Dude.” He whispered. “You just got given the ‘Get out of Jail Free’ card of a lifetime. Don’t waste it!”

Eddie was still seething but he heeded Steve’s advice. He hurried back up the steps where Dustin was helping Chrissy to her feet. He helped her as well and Chrissy gripped onto Eddie’s forearm like he was her lifeline. She started sobbing and Eddie enveloped her in his arms once more.

Steve looked down at Jason and gave him a swift kick to the ribs, making him cry out.

“Steve!” Robin scolded from the top of the steps.

“What? I’m not wanted for murder!”

Then, the cops showed up along with half of Hawkins. Chief Powell and Officer Calahan hurried toward Jason.

“Who did this to you, son?” Powell asked.

Officer Callahan helped Jason stand up. Jason spit out some blood onto the concrete.

“Eddie Munson.”

“Bullshit.” A voice said.

Karen Wheeler marched determinedly toward the officers. She pointed an accusatory finger at Jason.

“I watched this crazy asshole point a gun at his girlfriend and nearly kill her! You are lucky that Eddie Munson was there to save her.”

Officer Powell furrowed his eyebrows together.

“Mrs. Wheeler, you know as well as I do that Jason’s girlfriend is dead.”

“No I’m not.”

Chrissy left Eddie’s embrace to walk down the stairs of town hall, right next to Karen Wheeler. Neither officer could believe their eyes. They saw Chrissy’s dead body. They saw her autopsy. They notified her parents of her death.

“I almost died when Jason pointed a gun at me.” Chrissy told them. “The other night when I was…” Chrissy searched for the right word. “Taken. Eddie tried to save me. And he saved me again today when–” Tears filled Chrissy’s eyes and her voice caught in her throat. “When Jason nearly shot me.” She admitted in a shaky voice.

Mrs. Wheeler placed a comforting hand on Chrissy’s arm.

“It’s alright, honey, you’re safe now.” She turned to the officers. “I saw Jason Carver try to shoot her. I also saw Eddie Munson save her. If you’d like to try and deny my eyewitness account along with–” Karen turned around and counted the people behind her. “Twenty others, that’s fine.” She flashed them a humorless smile. “Although, my husband will likely reconsider his yearly donation to Hawkins PD. And, as a mother, I’d hate to know there was a crazed teenage boy going around killing young girls.”

Karen turned around and called to the other moms.

“Sue! Claudia! Would you want to know if there was a crazy teenage boy going around killing young girls?”

Sue Sinclaire and Claudia Henderson agreed full-heartedly.

“So, if I really wanted to go public with this information, which I do– I’m sure the Hawkins Post would answer my phone call.”

Calahan and Powell exchanged a look.

Wordlessly, Calahan cuffed Jason and started loading him into the back of the cop car. He yelled and protested the entire time, promising to get out and put an end to Eddie’s satanic cult.

“Drive Jason back to the station and wait for me.” Powell told Calahan. “I’ve got…” He looked out at the sea of people, including two who were supposed to be dead. “About twenty statements to take.”

[nancythebisexualslutwheeler]

How the Duffers Got Nancy Wheeler Fucked Up

I don’t even think the Duffer Brothers even know who tf Nancy is anymore cause riddle me the fuck this: 

S1: She’s fighting for Barb, inquisitive, loyal as fuck, and willing to put herself at risk for anyone. She tries to protect Steve, and trusts Jonathan - even going so far as to make the comment about “not wanting a perfect nuclear family” 

Some fucking how Nancy thinks it’s acceptable to defend Jonathan against her boyfriend - even though he literally stalked and took inappropriate photos of her (under the guise of research for The Upside Down) which she was fucking helping him with)

The 2 issues with this: 1) her family comment was meant to be interpreted as “lightly feminist” and she would never have just been like “yeah this is fucking normal, Steve stop, I’m ok with this behavior” and she was upset about Steve breaking his camera (understandable) and that was meant to be interpreted as “understanding of poverty”. 

The famous ‘slut scene’, this has pretty much been explained, played off and interpreted as Tommy and Carol doing it and Steve being there. This whole situation is a hot ass mess - but pretty much, Nancy trotting away with Jonathan who pretty much just stalked her, not defending herself against Steve who just slut shamed her, and not walking the fuck away by herself is literally so inconsistent it’s laughable. Suddenly them becoming a magic trio in the face of danger could be realistic if anyone ever acknowledged anything in the past on this fucking show lmfao. The season still ends with Nancy being a fucking badass, standing at risk for everyone and ending on a fairly good note, right? 

S2: So everyone loves Steve so he’s written into s2 right? However, they’ve already pretty much fucked over Stancy. Except they didn’t need to right? Steve is trying to get into college with Nancy or do something. (We all know the chances of this happening are slim, but that’s not the point). Here’s where the fuck shit happens. The party right? After everything, you’re telling me that Steve would try to control Nancy’s drinking? Of all the stupid ass shit… okay fine. He does, let’s say he does. Like do we all really think she meant their relationship was bullshit? Was that scene strong enough to portray that? Ok, let’s say it was. Bam, broken up. Except in a stupid, shitty, pussy ass way, right? So then, Nancy tries to talk to Steve. You’re fucking telling me that after all the shit Steve Harrington and Nancy fucking Wheeler went through he wouldn’t listen to shit she had to say? Come the fuck on. That is just unfucking true and inconsistent as fuck with Nancy’s character. She certainly would not run the fuck after him, but she would not break up with him with no words, in a drunken form of repeating “it’s bullshit.” 

But- to save Steve’s character, we have to make Nancy a bitch. 

Now Jonathan and Nancy - again, buddy buddy. Nothing ever discussed, nothing. Just suddenly sexual tension. Again, supposedly this was planned which is cool, however were the pictures also planned? Is this not creepy as fuck? Like not Nancy being like yes let’s fuck. Again- was no one picking up these badass feminine vibes? Was there any connection between Nancy and Karen in s1 the way there was with anyone else and their parents? (I mean I interpreted that was as resentment after the cul-de-sac thing but like that could be a stretch). 

So they have sex right? This makes Nancy desirable, but also creates the softness that they both are seeking, however… this creates an actual relationship how? Shared trauma… okay? But somehow this relationship is supposed to work with no dialogue when Nancy is constantly in charge and in front, demanding shit and Jonathan is much more lion-hearted- it doesn’t make sense! 

This literally was shit on Nancy and make her valuable only to further the men’s storylines this season! But if we put a gun in her hand again, it’s okay! 

S3: Oh my fucking god. Now this is a true shit on Nancy show. Nancy and Jonathan have their jobs doot doot doo. Nancy (again.. The little 1980s White Feminism Lite), I know we see it. She’s getting fucking dragged. Dead ass, dragged. Like every day. Now, Jonathan - who has been sensitive since she’s known him (picture thing aside), he has always been a listener and tried to give advice or at least said some nice shit. 

He acts like he has no time! I understand he wants to keep his job and keep his head down, I truly do - however there is deadass no talking about it, no being like yeah babe this is a shitshow, he is pretty much like suck it up, keep your head down, pull up your bootstraps #AmericanDream, print off money, I’m coming for ya. 

Especially, especially after saving the world so many times, I would be fucking pissed, and Nancy has every right to be. Jonathan would have been fucked up if he didn’t go with her cause Nancy has always been there for him, but it’s fucked for him to blame her, knowing good and goddamn well what’s been going on. 

Their fight- Nancy has always known Jonathan’s situation, and Jonathan has always known Nancy’s situation. So why the fuck the Duffers chose to play oppression olympics with an established couple and have them try to play poverty against sexism and act like Nancy suddenly didn’t give a fuck about how Jonathan needed the job and was actually being selfish for I don’t know, not wanting to be treated like that every second of her life, for what was even less than Jonathan was making (and we know ain’t nobody think of that), and for Jonathan to not care, knowing this was the literal worse thing that could have happened to Nancy, come the fuck on. But once again, if we make Nancy a bitch, then we can add to our male storylines. This is not the Nancy from s1, nor even the Nancy from s2 who nervously got into bed with Jonathan at Murray’s. 

Of course Nancy is the bitch until she comes back in with the gun, to save the day. Hopefully no one noticed that she’s been a whiny bitch this entire season and has complained “oh wow, I’m a girl, everyone’s mean to me.” 

Also, she meets Robin for one second and then they’re just all chilling singing songs around the campfire at the beginning of s4. 

Oh, also, since they had a near death experience, Nancy is of course over the fight with Jonathan, where she, being the bitch and all, is now going to miss him so so much. 

Who the fuck is this girl y’all? 

S4: Robin and Nancy definitely would have talked more and gotten to know each other. Maybe not off camera but Nancy would have been suspicious af and then jealous af like she’s supposed to be the only girl and yada yada. Where is Nancy’s usual trepidation that the girl has with fucking everything? 

I also feel like Nancy would have bonded a lot more with Max after her and Robin did the Vecna research and they discovered the music - Nancy completely withdrew from how close she was to the kids throughout the seasons - the only good scene with her and Max was the shotgun scene and that could probably said for all the scenes with the kids. 

Good god the fucking Stancy travesty. If you’re going to do something, do it right. Steve and Nancy sexual tension… great A+, okay. However, Steve saying he imagined 6 kids (we can go back to s1 where Nancy said she didn’t want a nuclear family, though she never explicitly said kids, it was heavily implied and meant to be interpreted that way). But, him saying that “she was always there” You’re telling me that Nancy Wheeler, regardless of Jonathan or not, which by the way, they are a complete motherfucking trainwreck- would not respond at all? Now y’all are fucking stretching it? No matter the response, even a soft or even a stern, “Steve”, she would have said something. Again, Steve saying that she really set him straight and he wishes he wouldn’t have lost her, Nancy the loud mouth, bad ass Wheeler, wouldn’t have said anything? Not a gasp? Not a choke? Bitch- crickets were heard motherfucker. Like you are joking. Who the fuck is this? This is why Natalia ain’t doing interviews. The girl is shooketh. 

Jancy- a shit show there too. Why have we been building this for 3 seasons, why are we fucking claiming this is end game when they haven’t talked. They’re literally giving Jonathan a story line (lying to Nancy about college) at the detriment of her entire character - what do you think I’m going to say y’all? Not having a nuclear family. No one is saying he needs to move away from his family. What we’re saying is speed this breakup the fuck along pal. Again- everyone and everything is falling apart and a fucking forehead kiss? That’s what we get? Nancy Wheeler accepts that? Nancy Wheeler doesn’t stand up for herself and is just like yeah babe, good to see you too! 

It’s okay though because she had a gun a lot!  Everything has turned into the disintegration of the character they created to further serve the purpose of mainly male characters on the show. At this point her storylines are bleak and new characters storylines have more meat than her own. Everytime she goes to fight something, it’s not what she thinks, good enough, someone has to save her now, etc. She’s confident, but not like she used to be, easily defeated and somehow once again, caught between two boys who at this point honestly don’t deserve her. In fact, people are more mad at Nancy (guess who’s a bitch again) for wanting Jonathan to go to college with her than they are at fucking Jonathan with her! Nancy just really deserved better and its a goddamn fucking shame. 

[neonkoii]

+ jane n jonathan borrow wills art supplies by sayin "hey can i use this for a bit ^-^" n then never give it back

+ jonathan n argyle drive down to la one night n stay for a week . joyce files a missin persons report . the two end up gettin arrested for shopliftin n thats how joyce finds out where they r

+ their neighbors dont like them much

+ will spends time at the skatepark . he cant skate . he jus goes there to sketch the other people skatin to practice anatomy

+ jonathan gave up photography after he left hawkins

+ joyce likes to teach jane different things to cook

+ they all share clothes . they dont have enough money to afford a lot more clothes, so they jus share . jonathan n joyce share shirts, jonathan n joyce n jane share skirts, will lets jane borrow some of his shorts, ect ect

+ everyone in the party has an older brother/older brother figure . mike has eddie, lucas has jason, dustin has steve, will + jane have jonathan, n max had billy

+ mike cannot draw for the life of them . he tries todraw a portrait of will n it looks really bad n max makes fun of him n hes all :[ but then will sees it n hes so !!!!!!!!!!!! bc its him !!!! mike tried to draw HIM !!!!!!

+ jane LOVES stuffed animals . she has a collection in like this net hung up in the corner of her room, n her bed is COVERED w stuffies . most of them r from hopper (he had them left after sarah)

+ dustin eats paper . its a horrible habit but he does . sometimes he eats plastic too . the party used to give him their trash after lunch bc he would straight up jus eat it .

+ lucas has an obsession w scented candles

+ lucas jus likes scented things in general . he will only use scented glue stricks but like the shitty kind . it drives max insane .

+ suzie n jane would b besties im not even jokin . suzie would probably b besties w the entire byers-hopper family . autistic to autistic communication

+ lucas n jonathan hold will hold grudges until their death days . lucas still hasnt forgiven mike fully for that one fight in s1 . jonathan has also not fully forgiven steve for 'nancy the slut' + the insults afterwards .

+ holly n erica get along some how ?? they bond over their hatred of their brothers /j

+ eddie doesnt know who jane is but he knows who will is bc mike wont shut the fuck up ab him . eddie looks at him like I Know What You Are

+ the wheelers tan vv easily, as do the hargrove-mayfields .

+ the byers dont tan but they get sunburned !! its really annoyin too bc joyce always forgets sunscreen n ofc the other three dont remember either

+ jason used to host sleepovers for the basketball team every night before a big game

+ mike picks up eddies music taste n it drives his family insane bc ted doesnt like music, karen only like pop, nancy mostly listens to classical music n gets annoyed by rock, n holly thinks its too loud

+ dustin had a hamster named mr figglebottom in the fifth grade . mike accidentally killed it n lucas panicked n flushed it down the toilet . dustin thought mr figglebottom ran away until will accidentally spilled the beans in seventh grade

+ eddie is gay n he is out . like it is public knowledge that this man is gay which is why everyone jus kinda avoids him . mike n dustin n lucas didnt know that before joinin hellfire . i dont think mike or lucas wouldve joined if they knew tbhh

+ mikes fave color is yellow . lucas's is dark blue . dustin didnt know the concept of a favorite color was a real thing

+ steve n mike r strangely besties ?? like steve goes to mike w relationship issues n mikes like "cool ??? i dont care"

+ mike had a small crush on eddie (like a celebrity crush . eddie thought it was cute but obvi didnt feel the same) until he watched eddie shove a tater tot up his nose

+ max doesnt like her hair color but lucas LOVES IT

+ been toyin around w the idea of ftm max ?? but anyway i think at some point max cuts her hair really short

+ joyce cuts all her kids' hair

+ jane was really excited when joyce offered to cut her hair bc !!!! shes part of the family now !!!!!

+ jason was actually really nice before everythin happened w chrissy . he would go out shoppin w lucas n the rest of the basketball team n he would pay for movie tickets + meals n he always made sure to get to know the team

+ mike n chrissy were friends (dustin n chrissy shared a class n had to partner up for somethin, but dustin was busy the only times chrissy was free, so he roped mike into doin the project for him)

+ nancy offers to rent movies from family video for mike jus so she can talk to steve n robin

SORRY THIS IS A LOT . AM CURRENTLY THINKIN OF MORE SO WILL SEND SOME LATER SOON AHSDJFKLDS

THIS this THIS THIS THIS!!!! you are always so real and true and correct but these are THE MOST correct dude