#stancy source

[harringtonlovers]

take me to the edge of heaven (tell me that my soul’s forgiven)

pairing: steve harrington/nancy wheeler

warnings/tags: SMUT (18+), house party setting, steve’s jealous, stancy fwb turned lovers, unprotected p in v, oral sex, happy ending!!

summary: steve’s tired of their friends with benefits deal. nancy just wants to make steve jealous.

word count: ~9k

ao3

Steve was pissed.

He held his drink close to his chest, taking a swig of the ill-tasting beer. His eyes scrunched up, mouth twisted into a sour expression. Steve took one look at the label, PBR, and knew all too well. Bottom-of-the-shelf beer. For a bottom-of-the-shelf party. Anything to feel some ounce of drunk, though.

Taking another sip, he held his composure. Steve's eyes scanned the party, realizing two things.

One, it wasn't a horrible party. At least in everyone else's eyes but his.

In the haze of cigarette smoke, people around his age stumbled around. Drinks in their hands, touching their lips, crashing onto the floor. Groups of people crowded various areas of the house, mainly the living room couches or the outside patio. The music was great, playing his favorite songs from Mötley Crüe to The Police. But, Steve wished they'd stop playing Sweet Dreams. It had been played at least five times. That's what he got for leaving Robin in charge.

His parents were out of town once again, giving him the perfect opportunity to throw a party. It had become a biweekly thing. In fact, all of Hawkins High knew to clear their schedules every Saturday night just to attend his parties. Steve never knew why people seemed so interested. The house smelled like spilled beer and cigarette smoke. It was loud and hot and sweaty, everything deemed horrible to the normal person.

But they were teenagers. All they wanted to do was party.

It also helped that Steve had a huge house. Two stories, the upstairs full of bedrooms for teenagers to screw in. Bathrooms full of toilets to throw up in. The occasional shower to drown out the sounds of sex on the bathroom counters. A big living room full of leather couches and coffee tables to sit on. Steve encouraged coaster usage for the tables.

He had a tv, huge and took up a good amount of space. People often stole the remote to play the raunchiest things they could find. Steve had to explain to his parents once why he had left the channel on a free version of amateur porn. It was embarrassing, but he learned to check the TV before bed. His den held a pool table, as well as an extra table perfect for beer pong. The kitchen remained grand and full of everything needed.

Cups scattered on the counter, mixers, and alcoholic drinks laid out on the island for all to see. People also brought their own things, leaving them on the counter for all to share. Steve appreciated it since buying alcohol was the worst party about these biweekly parties. His pantry remained stacked with snacks for those who for the munchies.

And the patio. The goddamn patio. Open backyard right into the woods. A pool. He had a pool, such a rare luxury in Hawkins, Indiana. Everyone loved it, getting to undress themselves for the world. Swimming under the moonlight, drink or joint in hand, cascading through the soothing water.

Steve loved the patio, except for all of the various smells. Urine, weed, cigarettes, and chlorine. As one would expect, the smells didn't go well together. Steve had found puke in their once. It was hard to explain that one to his parents. He also needed to stay away from the weed, since it diverted him from the agenda. He came to the party to hang out, not to be stabbed with the sudden feeling of jealousy.

Which brought him to his second realization.

Nancy Wheeler looked like a babe, and she wasn't anywhere near interested.

Not that she wasn't interested in Steve. It was more of a mutual understanding. Their relationship was short-lived, full of ice cream dates and losing their virginities to one another. However, it fell flat on their faces when they realized that they enjoyed one another, but it would never work. Nancy was planning on going to Boston for college. Steve would be lucky to get into State.

Thus came the agreement of friends with benefits. They'd sneak into each other's houses, share a quick session and spend the night. The other would be gone by the morning, never speaking of it at school or social settings. It wasn't the most ideal solution, really. They got sex out of it but recently, Steve had wanted more. He found himself staying up afterward, talking to Nancy about what was going on in her life.

She got into Emerson College and recently started babysitting for extra money. Nancy was starting to become interested in scrapbooking, finding it satisfying to place random scraps of paper into a fashionable order. Sometimes she even wrote notes, journaling her thoughts and feelings at the moment. It was an interesting concept, but Steve found it fascinating.

Steve's head started to become filled with Nancy. Her likes and dislikes, the way her hair curled. He looked forward to seeing her at school and talking to her, not just to sneak in a quick make-out session to let off some steam. Getting any chance to speak to her felt like a dream to him. And that's when he realized he had fucked up royally.

He wanted more with Nancy. But she just wanted to remain friends with benefits. Granted, he never asked. But it seemed plausible since Nancy often rolled over after sex at his place and dozed off. Assuming was never Steve's vibe, but he knew if he asked Nancy it would ruin their relationship.

Their weird, fucked up relationship.

Lower back pressed against the kitchen counter, his dark eyes aimed in on Nancy. She looked good. Hell, Nancy always looked amazing. But something about tonight seemed different. She had this natural glow to her, one so attractive it brought in men like a siren call. Steve didn't know if it was the alcohol talking, but she looked beautiful.

He sipped slowly, admiring her every move. Nancy wore her favorite little black dress. The fabric stopped right above the knee, exposing her calves in all their glory. An off-the-shoulder grey sweater hugged her upper half underneath the dress. Classy yet stylish. Perfect for the strange September weather of Indiana.

Billy Hargrove is insufferable. Transferring from the sunny state of California, all the girls fell head over heels. Including Nancy. Steve could see it in her eyes, the way they beamed whenever he made his way down the halls. It didn't help that Billy was a natural at basketball, dominating the court and slowly dethroning Steve as the best player on the team.

Part of the hatred was based on jealousy. The other remained on the fact that Billy draped himself all over Nancy, one hand on her waist while the other held a red solo cup. His face close to hers, whispering sweet nothings in her ears. His smirk brushed up against her cheek.

Nancy fed into it. Her smile was as bright as the sun, batting her eyelashes to attract all of the attention. It worked, clearly, since Steve knew what it was based on.

Nancy's poor attempt to make Steve jealous.

Poor attempt, he thought. Although, he noticed he had been squeezing his cup tighter than before.

The sudden sound of glass breaking diverted his attention for a moment. Steve looked over, seeing that Chrissy Cunningham had broken a vase from the kitchen counter. The boy rolled his eyes, knowing his mother was going to murder him.

His head snapped back to his original view, seeing the worst sight imaginable. Billy planted kisses along Nancy's neck, her head tilted to the side. Eyes closed, lip curled into a grin. In one sudden moment, Nancy's eyes flickered open. They caught sight of Steve's brown eyes. All she could do was grin wider, eyebrows wiggling in amusement.

Steve chugged the rest of his drink. His eyes never left hers, a fire burning deep inside. He had enough. As crazy as he seemed, Steve refused to let Billy get his girl. Nancy belonged to him. All the late nights, in the back of his car with Nancy riding him like a horse. Their impromptu fucks in the janitor's closet, usually Nancy's doing. The flashbacks of their first date, ice cream on her lips, and a sudden brightness in her eyes.

Warmth. Safety. Comfort.

Steve knew what she was doing. And he made it his mission to stop whatever was happening, despite how much of an asshole he was going to be. At the end of the day, it is his party.

And Nancy's his girl.

Pissed off with an empty cup, Steve chucked the piece of plastic into the garbage. Without a care in the world, Steve pushed his way through the crowd. His eyes on the prize, ready to pry Billy's lustful lips off of Nancy's soft neck. He didn't deserve to kiss her neck like that. Only Steve knew how to do it, suckling toward the collarbone. Nancy went wild for that. Every. Single. Time.

As he walked over, Nancy's hand snuck up into Billy's curls. She let her eyes settle again, exaggerating her moans so Steve would hear. Her nails raked Billy's hair, tugging gently to get him to moan. Also, she was completely aware of Steve's presence. He loved his hair being pulled, especially during a heated make-out session. Nancy knew how to play her cards right.

Making his way past another couple, grossed out by their innate ability to hump one another with no worries in the world. With sweaty palms and a creased forehead, Steve cleared his throat. "Nancy?"

Nancy and Billy continued their road to intercourse, Billy's hands gripping her waist. Steve's eyes glanced down and watched, fuming. "Nancy, I need to talk to you."

Billy released his lips from Nancy's neck after hearing her groan. "I'm busy, Harrington," Nancy spoke, words laced in laziness. Her hands rested on Billy's shoulders as her eyes peered up to Steve.

Steve crossed his arms over his chest, Muscles flexed, Nancy imagined his strong arms around her. Holding her up as he fucked her. The pool between her legs began to form, imagining Steve whispering in her ears as they had sex.

"Harrington, what the hell do you want?" Billy barked, his grip tightening around Nancy.

Steve's eyes caught sight of Nancy's neck, noticing bruises forming. With a deep exhale, he relaxed himself. Or attempted to. It didn't help that his eyes caught Nancy's, full of delight. "I need to talk to Nancy. Alone."

"Didn't you hear her?" Billy asked, giving his undivided attention to Steve. "She's busy. With me."

Nancy rolled her eyes, releasing herself from Billy. "I appreciate the backup but I can take care of myself, Billy." The girl turned to face Steve, deadpanned. "What do you want to talk about?"

"In private," Steve said. "Now."

Nancy scoffed, shrugging slightly. "I'm trying to enjoy the party."

"Jesus Christ," Steve mumbled, grabbing onto Nancy's hand. "I'll drop her back off."

He rushed off, dragging Nancy behind him. The girl tugged her arm for a second, eventually giving in to being walked around like a puppy dog. Steve pushed past the crowd, using himself as a shield for Nancy. A few people greeted Steve, a few girls sending winks down the way. It only made Nancy roll her eyes harder than ever.

He could have anyone. But he chose her.

They eventually made their way toward the back hallway of the house. Behind a quiet corner, the music playing in the background. Nancy could barely make out the song, but she knew it was something Madonna. One of her favorites. And she had to miss it because Steve Harrington wanted to have a useless conversation.

With a glare, Nancy broke the silence. "What?"

Steve narrowed his eyes, trying his best to suppress any hints of jealousy. "Are you fucking Billy?"

Silence.

Nancy scoffed, running her hands through her hair. "I can't believe this..." She muttered to herself. "You can't be serious!"

"Dead."

"We aren't exclusive, Steve." Nancy crossed her arms over her chest, bottom lip poking out in a sneer. "You and I made an agreement. Sex. That's all it is! Who cares if I fuck someone else?"

"I care!" Steve admitted, flustered. "I care so goddamn much, Nancy!" Then an idea struck him. "If we're not exclusive, then I can screw whoever I want?"

Nancy tensed up. Her signature pout turned flat, eyes wild and full of confusion. Why the hell would he want to fuck anyone else? Playing with the sleeves of her outfit, Nancy retorted. "And why would you do that?"

The smirk returned to Steve's face. He had struck a nerve. "If you can do it...why can't I?"

"Pfft." Nancy chuckled. "You already have, hm?"

Steve cocked an eyebrow. "I did?"

"Tina's party? You got so drunk you made out with that random girl?" Nancy laughed, masking her jealousy. "You didn't think I'd find out? Or worse...see it with my own eyes?"

"Ahh," Steve busted out laughing. "I see! This is all because you're jealous!"

A blush fell upon Nancy's cheeks. "Excuse me?"

"You're so jealous, Nancy!" Steve held his stomach, aching from laughing so hard. Of course he remembered making out with the random girl. It lasted a total of a minute, resulting in a limp dick and more alcohol. He didn't go home with her. He'd never do that to Nancy. No one made him feel the way Nancy did.

All he knew was that he had no interest in fucking anyone else but Nancy.

"Did you fuck her?" Nancy asked, ignoring the laughter.

Tricky question. He knew exactly what Nancy was referring to. Steve had taken Chrissy Cunningham, Hawkins High princess, out on a handful of dates. It started off as Chrissy asking to study which turned into full-blown make-out sessions paired with random movie dates. They'd talk at school, ending conversations with kisses on the cheeks. Nancy must've caught sight of that.

Hence the jealousy oozing from her body, as well as the unbearable hickeys from Billy. Nancy found Billy to be attractive, but he wasn't number one on her list. In fact, up until right about now, Steve took the cake.

It took Nancy a while to realize everything.

First, the idea of a relationship scared her half to death. Instead of establishing one, Nancy felt it would be easiest to continue down the road of friends with benefits. She enjoyed Steve's company. In fact, he was the only guy ever to make her giddy. Cause the butterflies in her stomach to erupt, flap around, and bump against her beating heart. Steve Harrington, the catch of the town, felt the same.

But the idea of college got in the way. It wasn't that Steve wouldn't be attending college. Nancy just knew of his aspirations, wanting to get out of Hawkins as fast as he could. But she was aware of the potential threat of long distance and just the mere thought of a relationship in general.

How could Steve move off to bigger and better things, leaving Nancy behind for another year in high school? Would he find someone better? What if he never came to visit? What if she got in the way of his life? Anxiety coursed through her veins since day one. But she always wanted to keep Steve in her life.

Even if it meant meeting up late at night to sneak a quick fuck and then return home. Anything to get a chance to see Steve, touch and feel him. Exchanged a few words before allowing her world to be rocked by Steve.

Seeing Steve with Chrissy Cunningham had been the worst sight. She was well aware of their weird relationship. Chrissy had a crush on him for ages, but Nancy caught wind in their math class. Eavesdropping, her specialty, on Chrissy was the worst decision she had made. The strawberry blonde giggled her heart out as she bragged to her friends about Steve.

How great of a kisser, how tender and kind he was. Nancy couldn't help but roll her eyes but it was hard to deny the sting. It burned and itched at Nancy's skin, reminding her that Steve had given his attention to another girl.

One that wasn't her.

Nancy's mind flipped like a switch. She's jealous and angry, ready to take any moment to attack. And she decided to do it at Steve's party. The perfect place to piss him off.

Clearly, it had worked. The two cramped toward the end of the hallway, knowing how easy it would be to escape. Go to the guest bedroom located at the back of the house, away from the party for the rest of the night. Express their anger in animalistic ways: clawing, gnawing, going at one another without a care in the world.

Instead, they would spend the rest of their time together arguing. Arguing over stupid things, such as Chrissy Cunningham and Nancy's inability to be straightforward.

"Who?" Steve asked. "Chrissy?" Nancy rolled her eyes. That was enough of an answer for Steve. "Jesus, Nance."

"What?" Nancy asked, flinging her arms in the air.

"You're jealous," Steve said. "Bedridden with it."

"That's an issue?"

"Yeah?" A scoff. "You're not allowed to be jealous when you ended our relationship. You created this whole...friends with benefits bullshit. Then you go and flaunt Billy in front of me? But I can't go on a few dates?"

Nancy listened, eyes softening the more Steve spoke. She knew she had been in the wrong, using Billy to get a reaction out of Steve. Seeing the brown-eyed boy in front of her only made her feel worse about herself. The fear of rejection and abandonment flashed back into her mind, reminding Nancy of her struggles with Steve.

He's everything she's ever wanted. Yet, Nancy can't bring herself to come face to face with the potential heartbreak. The thought of losing Steve made her ill. Her head spun a bit, a mixture of the alcohol and Steve's words, aching for another shot. "I..." She exhaled, trying to refrain from crying. "I never said you couldn't go on dates, Steve."

Steve placed his hands on his hips, anger surging. His eyes flickered up at the ceiling, collecting his thoughts. Ordering what to say and what not to. He brought his attention back down. However, the minute he looked into those familiar blue eyes, he lost all words. Speechless, tongue in cheek, unable to speak. Steve noticed the glassiness of Nancy's eyes, indicating she was on the verge of tears.

All arguments went out the window. The music seemed to grow quieter, the world pulling into them. Just Steve and Nancy. Alone.

All worries melted away. It became clear how their relationship seemed strong, enough to realize what they had been doing for the past few months. Screwing one another out of true love. The mere thought of Chrissy Cunningham left his mind completely, honing in on Nancy Wheeler.

"Nancy," he whispered, licking his lips for reassurance. "How...How could you think there's anyone else?"

A gulp. "I-I don't know." She shrugged, the tears growing by the second.

Steve didn't waste a second. His hands guided Nancy toward the wall, pressing her back against the cold surface. Nancy shivered for a moment, the sudden contact with the wall and Steve causing her body to melt.

Leg tucked between Nancy's legs, Steve rested his forearms against the wall. He caged Nancy in, chest open to make her comfortable. The last thing he'd want to do is make her feel trapped. If she wanted to leave the situation, all she had to do was push him, and tell him to back off.

Instead, the ends of her lips twitched into a grin. It was subtle, but Steve basked in all its glory. All he ever wanted to do was make her happy, see her smile. A silly need, but whenever she flashed a smirk in his general direction, Steve felt the world shift on its axis. Everything seemed to be right in the world whenever Nancy glowed brighter than usual.

Eyes, piercing and ready to attack. Nancy batted her eyelashes, anxiously awaiting a kiss or two from Steve. Instead, he removed his forearms from the wall, dropping them to her side. Fingers tracing against her exposed skin, lips parted to speak.

A sigh. The space between the two dwindles by the second. Another sigh. Their breaths intertwine with each other's, the two finding it hard to breathe. The bass of the music banged against the wall, causing Nancy and Steve's hearts to skip. Chests touching. A third sigh, exhaling against Steve's lips. "You're crazy," He whispered, the gap turned into a crevice. One so small, so unimportant. Yet, no one made a move.

Not just yet.

"You're crazy to think you're not mine, Wheeler." Steve admitted.

Lips parted, Nancy let out a whimper. She found it difficult to form any sentence. How do you respond to that? Word vomit a love confession or stay silent?

Her mind grew hazy, partly from alcohol and the other from Steve's comment. Gulping, Steve waited for Nancy's answer. However, after a few moments of silence, he started to grow impatient.

The only thing on his mind was Nancy. Kissing her, touching her, pleasing her. Reminding her that she's loved. Trailing kisses all over her body, leaving love bites in the places that belonged to him. Her neck, stomach, hips, inner thighs. All the places he worshipped, needed to have to go on.

One night. All he wanted was one more night.

And within the internal battle, Nancy unraveled.

She sealed the void, engulfing Steve in a passionate kiss. Her hands went straight for his hair, tugging and pulling as hard as she could. Steve reacted quickly, hands landing on her ass and giving her a tender squeeze. He returned the kiss with no hesitation, the immediate moan they shared echoing throughout the desolate hallway.

Their bodies pressed together, hard and eager. Nancy's lips soft as a feather, Steve loving every moment they shared. The memories flooded his mind, reminiscing on all the times they snuck around to share an intimate moment. He had been craving them, wanting to create memory after memory.

Nancy rejoiced, the thought of Steve Harrington ever leaving making her want him more. Hands trailed along his chest, playing with the buttons of his crinkled shirt. Their lips moved in sync, Steve slipping his tongue into her mouth. Nancy gave in, a smile spreading. Steve would do anything to feel that smile any chance he could.

It all made sense. Their short-lived romance, virginities out the window. They belonged together, Nancy knew it too well. There was no doubt in her mind that Steve Harrington belonged to her, and him the same. Nancy beat herself up mentally for even doubting her feelings. She knew. He knew.

They were just too scared to admit anything.

Nancy pulled back first, aching to continue their make-out session. The second she released him, his lips found a new spot to love on. Steve nibbled at her neck, causing the girl to giggle. Music to his ears.

"Steve," Nancy whined, groaning at the touch of his teeth gnawing at her neck.

"Hm?" He continued on her skin, marking her neck with light bruises. His hands explored Nancy's body, wanting her right then and there.

Nancy closed her eyes, concentrating on the pool forming between her legs. Her neck already ached. She made a mental note to wear a turtleneck to school for the next few days. "You want me?"

The question stumped him. Steve removed his lips from her neck, bringing his attention back to her. He centered in on Nancy, giving her the undivided attention she deserved. "What do you mean?"

"Do you want me?" Her eyes full of despair, trembling at the potential negative answer.

His eyes softened, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. Steve let his thumb linger against her cheek, caressing it. Nancy found herself nestling into the palm of his hand, knowing the answer. The familiar smile returned to her face, arching her eyebrows at Steve. "I'll take that as a yes?"

"Hell yeah, Nance." His hands returned to her butt, gripping onto it and hoisting her up.

Nancy squealed, instantly wrapping her legs around his torso. The sound of glass echoed, followed by a few gasps and giggles. However, Steve didn't pay any mind considering he had Nancy Wheeler in his arms. In response to the sound, Steve squeezed her ass before making his way out of the hallway and toward the nearest bedroom.

Nancy rested her head on his shoulder, peppering kisses along his sharp jawline. She left a few bites, not wanting to bruise him just yet. Her lips lingered along his moles, showing extra care to his collarbone. Steve let out a groan, pushing the door open. "Jesus," He whispered, holding Nancy's body against his.

Steve recognized the room. He slammed the door behind him, reaching his arm back to lock it. His eyes flickered around, thanking every God above that it was the guest room. Granted, his bedroom would've been ideal but he settled. At least no one had occupied the room just yet. However, the thought of someone else getting plowed in his room made him cringe a bit.

Shoving the thought past his mind, Steve dropped Nancy onto the bed. She bounced, kicking her shoes off while giggling. "Guest room?"

"Mhm," Steve nodded before settling himself on top of her.

Nancy couldn't help the giggles, pulling him on top of her. The feeling of the soft fabric below her comforted her. She loved the feeling of silk pressed against her exposed skin, especially when Steve lay on top of her.

Steve hesitated for a moment, settling himself. His legs snugged in between Nancy's. His erection grew at a rapid pace, pressing against her inner thigh. "Nancy Wheeler," He breathed out. His brown eyes poured into hers, never wanting to miss a moment.

Nancy returned the gaze, her eyelashes batting against her cheeks. She flushed, growing shy at the intense eye contact. "Steve Harrington." She said.

Silence fell over the two. Comfortable, sweet silence. The kind anyone longs for. Full of lust, love, and warmth. Nancy lifted her hand, tracing her fingers along the fabric of Steve's t-shirt. Her fingers played with the buttons, chest heaving with anticipation.

"You're so beautiful." Steve whispered. "But I'm still pissed off."

Nancy whimpered. Steve grinned.

He knew how to get her.

The gap closed once again, this time Steve took control. A soft gasp escaped Nancy's lips, taken off-guard by the sudden contact. Steve allowed his hands to explore Nancy's body, hiking up the skirt of her dress to expose her lacy thong. His strong hands continued to run up and down Nancy's body, landing on her ass and giving it a hard squeeze.

Nancy felt her body go limp, letting Steve take control over her and her body. "You're...pissed off?"

"Fucking Billy," Steve mumbled against Nancy's fair skin. He began to mark up her body, starting with the neck and making his way down to her chest. Steve knew not to leave a too-noticeable love bite on her neck. Nancy hated having to wear turtlenecks. "Touching you, kissing you." His bites turned vicious, letting a bit of his anger out on her.

"Steve," Nancy whispered, whimpering at the sudden feeling of his teeth against her skin. She reached for his brown locks, intertwining her fingers into the thick strands. Nancy pulled gently.

Steve's teeth took a break, peppering the bruises with kisses. He had bruised her chest pretty well, leaving splotches of purple all along her breasts.

The sound of breaking glass echoed throughout the hallway, causing Nancy to giggle. "The party is getting a little hectic."

"Shut up," Steve mumbled, ripping off his shirt. He leaned back down, towering over Nancy with a smirk.

Nancy looked up into Steve's eyes, arching an eyebrow at him in amusement. He was trying to be rough. Cute. The girl bit down on her bottom lip, allowing him to give him what he wanted. However, Steve was going to have to work for it. "Make me, Harrington." Nancy slithered out of his grip, moving herself along the sheets.

Steve watched as Nancy shimmied her way to the other side of the bed. Of course she had to pick the room with the king bed. Steve rolled his eyes at the sight of Nancy, trying to contain his erection. "What are you doing, hm?"

Nancy giggled, laying herself down. She lifted herself, resting her elbows against the bed to gain access to Steve. Eyebrows pinched, eyes full of woe, and lip curved into a frown. Steve was getting annoyed, and it only made Nancy aroused. "Pissing you off." Nancy cocked a brow, lifting her legs up.

Steve watched in amusement. "Why would you do that?"

Nancy lifted her dress, giving Steve full access to her cunt. The brunette spread her legs, maintaining eye contact the whole time. She couldn't help herself. With the swift motion of her hand, Nancy's palm rested against her core. The girl let out a gentle noise, touching herself lazily.

Steve gulped, eyes shifting from Nancy's face to her pussy. The lacy thong barely covering her was enough to make him go into a spiral. "Nance,"

"Hm?" She perked up, fingers circling her swollen clit. Nancy poked at herself through the thin fabric, biting hard on her lip. "Is there a problem?"

"You're such a tease," Steve confessed. He began to crawl toward her, approaching slowly, like a hunter after his prey.

Nancy narrowed her eyes at Steve, shoving her underwear to the side. The cool air hit her dripping cunt, causing Nancy to seethe. "Oh," She whispered, fingers crawling around her hole. Nancy finally shoved two fingers inside of her, releasing a high-pitched moan.

"Jesus Christ," Steve whispered to himself, watching as Nancy pleasured herself. The mere sight of her exposed pussy made his pants tighten. She had never done this before. Acting so careless about her pussy, exposing it for the world to see. For Steve to see. All for Steve. "Nance, quit teasing."

"Never," She breathed out, pumping her fingers in and out of her. Nancy grew sloppy, lazily dragging her thumb against her clit while her fingers went ham. Eyes beginning to close from the pleasure, Nancy lost sight of Steve. Her back rested down against the bedspread, continuing to please herself. "Oh fuck," She moaned, clenching her legs around her hand.

Steve used the moment of vulnerability to sneak his way in. He quietly brought his hands to her sides, watching as her thighs trembled in pleasure. Steve smirked, watching as Nancy twitched and cried as she touched herself. It was a sight to see, and Steve basked in its glory.

Nancy Wheeler was hot and horny.

All for Steve.

In a quick motion, Steve grabbed ahold of Nancy's thighs. Without giving her a chance to speak, Steve laid his body down on the bed and pushed her core into his mouth. Steve let out an exasperated moan, tongue working overtime.

Nancy gasped for air, feeling the bruises form on her thighs. Steve gripped her skin hard, holding her in place as he ate her out feverishly. The girl felt her chest cave in, finding it hard to breathe as Steve devoured her whole. "Steve! Fuck!" She cried, voice cracking from the intensity.

His tongue lapped against her clit, hands pushing her thighs down hard. Steve had Nancy pinned down, eyes focusing on the way her chest rose and fell in quick intervals. Steve smirked against her clit, watching as she squirmed. "Give it to me, Nance." He said, letting go of one thigh.

Nancy's leg began to tremble after being released from his grip. She tried to level her breathing, but the sudden sensation of two fingers entering her cunt caused her to malfunction. Overstimulation began to kick in, causing her body to shake and convulse. "Steve!"

"Hm?" He asked, humming against her clit. Nancy shuttered at the vibrations against her pussy, eyes screwing shut to focus on her climax. Her hips bucked up, fucking Steve's mouth as best as she could.

Hips riding against his face, Steve carefully inserted another finger. Tongue on the clit, gliding between her folds and licking up any pre-cum, Steve wanted her to finish. The thought of Nancy cumming all over his face was enough to make him finish, but he had to hold on. She had to hold on. Steve needed to fuck her, show her more than just his tongue.

Nancy deserved every ounce of sex he could give.

At that moment, Steve vowed to make this night about Nancy. Show her real pleasure, real love. Give her what she needs, as well as pleasure himself just by watching her. Nancy had a way of controlling Steve, and this night wouldn't be any different.

Nancy's head hit the pillow hard, inhaling sharply. Steve devoured her whole, eating like he hadn't had a meal in years. As if he was just freed, wanting the best meal he could think of. His tongue lapped at her clit, providing her enough attention to release all over his face. The girl could feel her pussy clench around his fingers, an embarrassing blush flashing over her cheeks.

Steve's eyes lingered on Nancy, watching her every move as he ate her out. The way her chest heaved at a fast pace, her thighs trembling. He fucked her hard, making it incredibly difficult for Nancy to not cum. He wanted to open the floodgates and clean her up, show her how much he loved to please her.

"F-Fuck...Fuck, Steve." Nancy purred, her throat aching from the constant moaning and cries. Her chest tightened, making its way down to her stomach. Feeling her climax approaching, Nancy let out a high-pitched scream.

The sound gave Steve the motivation to pick up the pace. Releasing his fingers from her dripping cunt. He made sure to play with her folds for a few seconds—purely to get a reaction out of her—he gave all his attention to Nancy with his tongue. Gnawing, swallowing her pussy whole. Making sure to lap at her clit, as well as brush against her folds.

Nancy felt the slight stumble brushing against her aching core. Reaching for anything and everything, she landed on Steve's locks. She tugged at the roots, indicating her climax was about to hit. "Yes!" She cried out. "Yes, fuck, Steve! Right there! Please, please, please..."

The orgasm hit Nancy like a truck. Her back arched, shoving her pussy in Steve's face. Nancy rode out her high, body twitching and convulsing at the orgasm. It shattered her, leaving her mind cloudy and heart full of lust. A series of different sounds filled the room, mainly soft whimpers and sharp inhales from Nancy.

She missed the feeling of releasing herself. Unraveling for Steve to see. Nancy only enjoyed showing this side of herself with Steve. So vulnerable, so fragile. So hot and lustful.

Steve moaned in bliss at the taste of her cum. He used his tongue to clean Nancy, grinning with a newfound confidence. Pulling away from her cunt, Steve sighed in amazement. The sight was beautiful, breathtaking. The way her core throbbed, Nancy's lips drenched and the little spillage left over. "Nancy Wheeler, you're a masterpiece."

Nancy winced at the sudden contact of his lips on her pussy again. He chuckled, causing Nancy to roll her eyes. Despite how great he fucked her, Steve continued to be a dick. To show her that he's still in charge. She loved it that way, but God, he was going to be the absolute death of her.

Steve peppered kisses against her clit, watching as her body trembled every time. "Someone's jumpy,"

"Shut up," Nancy commanded, sitting up slowly.

Steve kneeled over the bed, looking up at Nancy with a sense of bewilderment. His honey eyes burned into her blue ones, a gentle grin on his pouty lips. Nancy's eyes trailed to his neck, noticing all of the moles and freckles she adored.

Lifting himself, Steve shook his head. He towered over Nancy, slowly lowering himself onto the bed. Crawling toward her, Nancy could sense the animalistic switch in Steve. His eyes, wild and full of lust, never leaving Nancy.

He was hunting her like his prey.

And she loved every minute of it.

"Make me, Wheeler." Steve seethed, bringing his face toward hers.

Nancy batted her eyelashes, trying to put together her thoughts. It seemed like an easy task at hand. However, the way his nose scrunched and mouth twisted into a smirk made her thoughts harder to decipher. He distracted her and brought her to the world of forgetfulness and sex.

Lots of sex.

Their bodies, pumping with adrenaline and lust, pressed against one another's. Steve's hand reached up, combing his fingers through her thick locks. Nancy felt her breath hitch in her throat. Speechless, her eyes bore into his, admiring the slight twinkle.

"You don't wanna go down that route, Steve," Nancy whispered as Steve lowered his face toward her.

His lips curled into a smirk, lips brushing against Nancy's as he spoke. "Oh, I think I do." His hands snaked up to her sides, fingers tracing circles around her waist. "The question is, though..." He paused, eyes glancing up into hers. "Do you want to?"

The question took Nancy by surprise. Of course, she had wanted this. It's the whole reason why they were in this situation in the first place. However, as she stared into his big brown eyes, the question meant something else entirely.

Searching for a response, Steve's forehead leaned against Nancy's. His mind, body, and soul ached for every inch of her. All Steve wanted to do was show her how much he cared for her, worshipped the ground she walked on.

But one word stuck out to him the most.

Love.

Steve was hopelessly in love with Nancy Wheeler. She consumed his mind and controlled his actions and everything he stood for. Nancy inspired him and showed him what it was like to be free and full of life. Nancy was like a breath of fresh air, Steve wanting to take her in like a hit from a cigarette. Inhale her, hold her close. Remind her just how much he cared for her, as well as show her what real love looked like.

It only took him a lousy party and an act of jealousy to realize it.

Now, it was Nancy's turn. Her turn to take her thoughts and shove them to the side, giving in to Steve and allowing him in. Show him how vulnerable she could truly be.

But instead of responding with words, her eyes gave the answer. A slight nod was earned, giving Steve the go. To take their relationship to the next step. To get at least one more night with Nancy and figure out their shitty situation in the morning.

Tonight belonged to them, and Steve was going to make sure it stayed that way.

In a swift motion, Steve pulled off his shirt. He leaned back down, capturing Nancy's lips in a proper kiss. Not too rough but just enough to get Nancy to groan in pleasure. Her lips pressed back, hands reaching up and caressing his warm skin. Nancy's hands slid behind his shoulders and down his back, pulling Steve in as close as she could.

His body rested in between her legs, sighing into Nancy's mouth. He found himself fiddling with her shirt, snaking his hand under her dress. Using both hands, Steve shoved her dress up as far as he could. Enough to expose her flat stomach, pumping up and down as Nancy breathed heavily.

Their lips unlocked, the puzzle falling apart. With a gentle gasp, Nancy couldn't help but shudder as Steve's lips attached to her neck. Kissing all the way down to her collarbone, focusing on her needs before his. "I could kiss you forever, Nancy."

"Please," Nancy begged, her body squirming under his grip.

"No remarks?" Steve looked up with an arched eyebrow. "No witty banter? Just begging?"

"Steve, I swear to Go—"

Steve cut her off with a lazy kiss. His lips lingered before pulling back, the familiar shit-eating grin plastered on his lips. "Just teasing you, Nance." He whispered, his heart thumping against his bare chest. "Let me take care of you."

Nancy's eyes, full of lust and gratitude, stared into Steve's. Speechless, once again. Steve loved to shut her up, in simple ways or others. A wicked grin returned to his lips, Steve anxiously waiting to continue his mission.

Reaching down, his rough fingers trailed her inner thigh. Nancy couldn't help but jump, embarrassed by her actions. Steve let out a soft chuckle, loving how adorable Nancy acted. One minute she was the tough guy, the next she was trembling under his embrace.

Steve's fingers danced across her thigh, crawling up to her panties. Eyes never leaving hers, Steve peeled off Nancy's thong. He dropped it to the side, her pussy on full display.

Nancy felt how sticky she was down there, a mixture of her previous orgasm with her newfound desires for Steve. She inhaled sharply, watching as Steve stood up for a moment and tore off his pants. All that rested on his hips were his boxers, red and black checkered print. Nancy's eyes held onto his bulge, nibbling at her bottom lip as she stared impolitely.

She decided to take control for a second, sitting up. Nancy grabbed ahold of his boxers, shoving them down his hips and letting them hit the floor. She had seen his cock multiple times, and every time it got better and better. The sight of his arousal brought her joy as well as amusement. Anytime she got her hands on his dick was a good day in her head.

"Nance..." He whispered, his eyes lingering on the girl below him. Steve reached down, tilting her chin up to focus on his face.

Nancy's baby blue eyes shined in the darkness, Steve feeling himself engulfed in desire and passion. The two of them, alone, the room filled with love.

Steve was ready.

Nancy was ready.

In a heated moment, the two went for one another. Lips on each other, tongues fighting one another. Hands grabbing onto any piece of skin imaginable, Nancy's moans echoed throughout the room as Steve groaned in response. The kiss made Nancy hungrier for more, emerging herself into Steve and Steve only. Legs spreading ever so slightly, Nancy held Steve close to her.

Steve took the seductive action as a sign, lining up his cock to her core. He teased, dragging his tip along her drenched folds.

Fingers digging deep into his back, Nancy scratched and clawed at Steve. "Steve." She spoke, firmly, and was dedicated to stopping the teasing.

"Shush." He hummed, his dick shoving ever so slightly into her, splitting her in half. Steve's hands came up to grip Nancy's waist, holding her down as he thrust himself into her. "Is this okay?" He asked, his breath tickling her ear.

Nancy's back arched, her body drowning in pleasure as Steve took things to the next level. The warmth of his hands on her hips, pinning her down was enough to send her over the edge. Instead, Nancy lifted her legs to make things easier for the both of them. Lips pressed against her ear, Steve panted softly as he decided to pick up the speed.

"Steve," She cooed, her words wrapped silk, gentle to the touch. Something felt different about their time together. Nancy felt this newfound sense of euphoria, not just arousal. A fire burned in her stomach, twisting and turning and trying to tell her something. But Nancy's thoughts turned cloudy as Steve began to pound into her.

"Nance," He exhaled, his hips pressing harder against hers as Steve continued the steady pace. However, a scratch to his back caused Steve to grunt in satisfaction. "Fuck, you're so beautiful."

Eyes screwed shut, Nancy's claws dug into Steve's back. He pounded, hard and fast, his thrusts deep and with a purpose. Steve's hands moved their way down to her thighs, squeezing the life out of them until they bruised. The whimpers escaping her lips came in a series, some soft and some loud. Steve used all the energy he could to sit them up, Nancy cradling his lap as they continued to fuck.

"Steve!" Nancy whined, Steve's cock disappearing into her. His hands remained on her hips, guiding her as he fucked her. Nancy's head dropped onto his shoulder, her body trembling from the thigh workout. Her breathing, shallow as a pool, huffed and puffed into Steve's ear, causing him to yank at her thighs.

"Nance," Steve spoke, hips bucking at a brutal pace. His strong hands gripped her hard, lifting her up and down on his cock. Steve couldn't help but grunt as Nancy's walls tightened around him. This position had been his favorite, so intimate and up close. Letting Nancy have some control but overall, he fucked her into next Tuesday.

Her breasts bouncing, Nancy plunging onto Steve's dick. Her shaky hands found their way to his hair, pulling at the thick locks in a desperate attempt to answer his call. "Ye...Yes?" She stuttered, trying her best to ride him but it was all becoming unbearable.

The way her walls fluttered around his cock, engulfing his warmth with every thrust. His hands caress the sensitive parts of her body, focusing primarily on her inner thighs. Steve knew how much that made her squirm.

Eyes piercing into hers, Steve pulled Nancy in close. Their bodies pressed against one another's, sweat dripping off of their faces and mixing in with their bodies. The world seemed to slow, turning on its axis ever so slightly. It faded, Steve's focus on Nancy and her the same.

"Nothing," His hand reached up, cupping her face. His thumb stroked her cheek, admiring how red they turned whenever Steve seemed to speak. A wistful smile fell upon his lips as his thrusts slowed. "You're just so goddamn beautiful." He picked up the pace again, cock thick and coated with her cream. "So perfect." Steve croaked, dipping down and leaving kisses along her neck.

"Steve..." Nancy hissed. "Steve, please." Face growing hot, Nancy felt her stomach churn in anticipation.

"Yes, baby?" He asked, nose brushing against the bruises he left along her collarbone. Steve couldn't get enough, planting marks all over her neck. His hands stroked the small of her back, pulling Nancy closer than ever.

"I..." A whine. "I-I'm gonna..." Nancy can't even finish her sentence as her belly twists into a knot. She was approaching her climax, ready to finish all over his throbbing cock.

Steve smirked, his hips beginning to turn erratic. Pounding into her core, Nancy's body turned tingly and bubbly. Her insides turned into mush, and her legs started to tremble in overstimulation. "You're gonna...?" Steve asked, teasing Nancy as usual. He had never felt this way about a girl before. Nancy Wheeler was the girl of his dreams, and he was going to have a hard time letting her go.

As her walls clenched around his cock, Steve groaned.

The sounds of the party died down, the world only revolving around them. The smacking of their hips, Steve's bright brown eyes staring into Nancy's, watching as she unfolded right in front of him.

The orgasm hit Nancy like a ton of bricks. Her head dropped onto his shoulder, sounds of whimpering filling the room. She cries and Steve feels her pooling around his dick. Lifting her head by the chin, Steve rests his forehead against hers. "So good," He whispered, lips parted as he moaned desperately for Nancy.

Once, twice, three more pumps, and Steve was a goner. Eyes screwed shut, his hands bruising Nancy's hips as he reached his climax. "Fuck, Nancy!" He gritted through his teeth, shattering groans leaving his mouth.

Nancy held onto Steve, grip tight but body weak from their actions. The two held onto one another, never wanting to let go. His arms gripped around her shoulders, lifting Nancy up and down at a gentle pace. They embraced one another, Steve planting kisses all over Nancy. Cheeks, forehead, eyelashes, chin, and jawline. Anything he could get his lips on, Steve kissed.

Nancy let out soft giggles, her body continuing to tremble from the intense orgasm she had experienced. Steve's kisses and soft hands made Nancy blush, their intimate act was much more than just a quick session.

Pulling himself out of her, Nancy missed Steve immediately. Her body erupted in goosebumps, the sudden atmosphere coming back to her.

The soft pounding of the bass, the clinking of beer bottles, or glass breaking. Footsteps ran up and down the hallway.

Nancy focused on her breathing, finding the right rhythm. Her eyes glanced into Steve's, a gentle smile on her lips. Steve returned the grin, their noses brushing against each other. Steve wanted to kiss her. Show her that he was in it for the long run. Not just for a quick fuck whenever they needed it.

Nancy hesitated, her dainty fingers reaching out and touching his cheeks. "Steve," She whispered, their lips barely touching.

Steve's hands trailed up to her hair, running his fingers through her strands. He focused his attention on her, needing to hear what she had to say. "Yeah?"

One hand remained in her hair as the other gripped around her wrist, Steve's thumb caressing her fair skin. Nancy let out a soft sigh, her feelings at an all-time high. Romantic thoughts crept into her mind, reminding herself of their short-lived relationship and how much Steve meant to her. How she craved his attention and every move. How her mind was so consumed by him, that Nancy couldn't imagine her life without him.

It was all so clear.

"I love you." She breathed out, finally admitting her true feelings. It took a lot out of her, the vulnerability of it all. Nancy had now opened more than just her legs. Her heart was out in the open, just in reach for Steve to grab. Hold onto it and cherish it. Teach her heart how to love, as well as show her a good time whenever she needs it most. "I love you, Steve Harrington." She nodded, sure of her feelings.

It was Steve's turn to fall speechless. His cheeks flushed, showing off his best blush for Nancy. Steve tried to hide it, but the look on his face said it all. A deep smile, teeth showing and all. "I know." His smile turned into a smirk before pressing his lips to her.

"What the he—" Nancy's words came to a halt, once again, by Steve and his irresistible lips. Steve's fingers curled into her strands, pulling Nancy in close by the neck. Their kiss turned affectionate, Nancy's cheeks heating up. They melted into one another, their bodies fitting together like a pair of puzzle pieces.

Steve pulled back for a moment, lips hovering over Nancy's. "I love you too, Wheeler. I think I have for a while."

"Well, what can I say?" Her hands snuck around his neck, arms draping. "I'm irresistible."

"Tell me about it." Steve kissed her gently, pulling Nancy into another kiss. Her lips tugged into a smile, giggling against his soft smile.

Steve lifted Nancy in the air, earning a warm laugh from her. He returned the chuckle, dropping her onto the bed and falling on top of her. The electricity between the two returned, Steve's hands exploring her body as Nancy whimpered under his embrace.

They went all night, with nothing but sweet emotions and sounds filling the room. Different positions, angles, and gentle praises. The guest room belonged to them, the party drowning out in the background. They couldn't hear the sound of the front door slamming shut, indicating people leaving during the night. Instead, the hum of their hearts pounding and full of warmth, Steve and Nancy fell into a loving haze.

Their relationship, slightly confusing yet perfectly sane, seemed to be the missing pieces in their lives. Nancy, terrified to let anyone in, found herself giving in to Steve. Knowing he was going to take care of her and show her true love and affection. Yet, despite her anxieties, Steve calmed her down in unimaginable ways. All he had to do was look at her and everything seemed to fall into place. Reminding her that everything was going to be okay, despite the complications heading their way.

But Nancy shoved the thoughts into the garbage, focusing in on the now. Steve Harrington was her past, present, and future. And he felt the same about her. And she wasn't going to trade that for the world, despite how rocky their relationship started.

Nancy was sure of herself, finally. Steve knew from the get-go but was too clouded with jealousy to truly understand his feelings. All he needed was a quiet corner of a party to realize what he needed. He needed Nancy more than anything in the world.

The soft sounds of Wham! played in the background as Nancy and Steve found themselves falling asleep, embracing one another in a naked position. Nancy's eyelashes flushed against Steve's chest, eyes heavy and ready to pass out. Steve's hand stroked the small of Nancy's back, the silence comforting to the both of them. His lips lingered against her forehead, signaling Nancy to go to bed.

Take me to the edge of heaven,

Tell me that my soul's forgiven.

Nancy and Steve looked up at one another, laughter from the both of them. All the problems and issues in their lives and the world seemed to melt away just by listening to the song for a moment. As long as they were with each other, everything would be okay.

Even if it took them a second or two to figure it out.

[hawkinsincorrect]

Nancy: Wow, you're so brave! You didn't even hesitate to throw yourself in danger!

Steve: That's because I have no regard for my own personal safety. You can ask Robin.

Robin: I have never been more stressed in my entire life.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Steve: Kids are resilient. They can handle anything. When I was five, my babysitter was a raccoon.

Nancy: What?!

Steve: Oh, come on, I told you about Maria.

Nancy: You never said she was a raccoon!

[luthientinuvielss]

Lucas, about Jonathan: Do you want me to push him in the chasm? Do you want me to light his hair on fire?

Steve: Oh my god, Sinclair! Why is it always your first instinct to light someone's hair on fire?

Robin: Why isn't it yours?

[love-byers]

mike's weird language when he talks about el and their relationship

part of the equation of stranger things relationships is building the relationship through emotional connection, not physical intimacy and outright saying how you feel. it's a trope in st that the couples refuse to admit their feelings for some time before getting together. "we're just friends", "she's not my girlfriend" etc etc. the denial is super endearing. and even when the couples are finally together, this doesn't change. they're literally just the same duo same friends, but they kiss sometimes. they barely even acknowledge that they're together. it's a great trope in my opinion.

so a couple years ago i was rewatching st and made a list of everytime mike said something weird. meaning, every time mike did not adhere to this formula and stood out from the rest of the couples. i made a tiktok about it too so im basically quoting that in this post. something i stressed in that video was that because we have the other couples as source material, clearly the writers are capable of not doing this. they are capable of writing a good serious relationship, but they're choosing not to with mlvn. so keep in mind, the other couples (besides maybe stancy) do not do this and mike is supposedly, according to his own words, is madly and deeply in love with her throughout all of this and knows it.

Season 3

"Romantic time with my girlfriend."

i'll cut this one some slack, it's just that if you were truly madly in love it would be more like "I'm spending time with el". but thats all he views it as, romantic time with his girlfriend. going to his girlfriends house to make out with her. romantic time with his girlfriend. not bonding with the person he loves.

"Did you think we were never gonna get girlfriends?"

mike is hyperfocused on the word girlfriend. she's not el, the person he loves, she's his girlfriend. he doesn't say "did you think we were never gonna fall in love?" and look i get he's only like 14 here but it's the fact that he later claims he was in love with her the entire time and knew it. he literally claims it was love at first sight.

get girlfriends. he got a girlfriend. he didn't fall in love.

"It's not my fault you don't like girls!"

again the hyperfixation on girls, get a girlfriend, liking girls. mike, why are you more focused on the fact that el is a girl and your girlfriend than the fact that she's el?

"You're the most important thing to me in the world."

finn's delivery of this is so.....

and the fact that el just stares at him blankly afterwards, like she did not buy that lmao

Season 4

"That's because she's my girlfriend, Will!"

it's not "that's because i love her and want to talk to her" or something like that, it's "thats because she's my girlfriend and that's what you're supposed to do when you have a girlfriend" not "because she's el and i love her". that plays into mike's whole charade in lenora, he's just doing things he thinks he's supposed to do when you have a girlfriend.

"You're a superhero!"

that has nothing to do with who el is as a person, especially at that moment because at that time, el didn't have her powers. at the time, everyone believed they were gone, she wouldn't be saving the world anymore. but mike is still saying how incredible she is because she's a superhero.

i hate dr brenner so fucking much, but he did say something i really agree with. el kept going back to the concept monsters and heros, and he says those are things of myth and fairytale. not everything is black and white. this is real life, not a made up story with clear good and evil. and ultimately that helps her accept what happened with 001. he was 100% right there.

then here comes mike talking about monsters and superheros again like WRAP IT UP YA'LL ARE TOO GROWN FOR THIS

"You're the most incredible person in the world!"

again, he says that, but doesn't say why. he just expects her to believe him. it's such a broad statement and doesn't connect to anything about el and her personality/interests/ideas.

"Maybe I should've said something, and if I would've said that thing, maybe she'd want me there with her, wherever she is."

he wishes he'd just said it so she'd be satisfied and want him there and he'd know she's okay, he doesn't wish he'd said it so el would know in her heart that he loves her. "i love you" to mike isn't a geniune confession of his feelings, it's a thing. it's a thing that you say. it's something he thinks he has to say because that's what couples do and it's what el wants. if you fell in love with someone at first sight you do not refer to an expression of your love for them as 'that thing'.

"Maybe I was worrying to much about el. . ."

i really don't know what he meant by this. if she is the most important thing to him in the whole world and is deeply in love with her, why in the mother FUCK would he be apologizing TO WILL for worrying too much about her. there wouldn't be too much worrying when you love someone that much.

"You can fly, you can move mountains I believe that."

she literally can't.

"I love you for exactly who you are. You're my superhero."

the first time i saw this i literally thought "oh thats not..."

because it's.....not. one or the other would've been....fine i guess. but the first preceding the other is just not it. i love you for exactly who you are, and that is my superhero. is that all she is to you, mike? el expresses constant worry of being a monster, a bad person. she's afraid that she's a monster with or without her powers. but dr owens said "I'm willing to bet you're one of the good ones." fucking OWENS said something more reassuring than her boyfriend and supposed love of her life, mike wheeler.

THATS NOT ROMANTIC.

[bylertruth3r]

ST5 SPOILERS🚨

the mlvn make out scene people are talking about is just a kiss at the beginning of s5 which is gonna be their last kiss (a break up kiss?) which is gonna parallel stancy's last kiss in episode 1 s2 before they broke up and Nancy got with Jonathan ,I think they're doing that to compare Byler's first kiss (which is gonna be passionate and desperate) to mlvn's last kiss, also more confirmation that the painting is gonna be really important in both Mike and Will's storylines, a byler got these things confirmed by 2 sources but they said to not worry because this is not bad for Byler, it's actually good for us, production is also trying to keep Byler hidden (they're gonna get together)

They're trying to keep Byler hidden because they're gonna date and the painting is gonna be really important to their storylines because that's how they're gonna get together

[afewproblems]

Season 2 Halloween AU Part Four

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

A very big thank you to @strangersteddierthings for chatting with me today and being such a great sounding board for the next update!

Synopsis: What if Eddie had been at Tina's Halloween Party in Season Two? Featuring Steve!Whump, Stancy Breakup, and Eddie just trying to keep up with all these new revelations about who King-Steve actually is...

***

"So…I have to ask," Eddie blurts out, cutting through the awkward silence that has fallen between them, "how were you gonna pick up your car before you ran into me?"

"I don't think it counts as running into you, if you were waiting for me Munson," Steve side steps the question expertly, flashing him a strange smirk that seems out of place. It falls after a second and twists into something pained.

"I was hoping Nance would take me," Steve says eventually, his voice soft, "which was pretty stupid in hindsight, 'specially cuz she was counting on me to drive her this morning, which--"

Steve cuts himself, snapping his mouth shut with a harsh click of teeth, he shakes his head and lifts his hand to run roughly through his hair.

"Doesn't matter anymore".

Eddie holds his breath, feeling the conversation begin to shift. It's as though he's stepped onto a tightrope and any wrong move could potentially send him over the edge.

He settles for nodding once, turning the key in the ignition.

Steve sighs and lets himself fall back into his seat, "I know you know already, the whole fucking school does, Billy saw to that," Steve gestures to his face, "say what you really want to ask". 

Eddie's fingers tighten around the wheel as he turns them out of the parking lot, fighting the immediate urge to say, 'why did Miss Priss throw it all away?' 

"You think I believe the rumours that come out of that shithole?" Eddie lies, keeping his eyes on the road this time.

He can feel Steve's unimpressed stare as they continue down mainstreet.

"Right, so you had no clue I was in detention?"

Eddie chews the inside of his cheek to fight the sly grin that begins to creep over his face, "Alright smart ass".

He hazards another glance at Steve as they begin to hit the residential area, he looks so different from the night before.

His limbs are loose, tension free, if it weren't for the heavy bags under Steve's eyes and the nervous tap of his fingers on the passenger door, Eddie would think he was finally relaxed.

"I knew a fight definitely happened, it's Hargrove," Eddie says slowly, carefully weighing his words, "but I typically prefer to hear the whole sordid story from the source before I pass any judgements, ya know?" 

Steve doesn't say anything as they continue driving through residential  the houses getting progressively bigger as they go.

"Did you," Steve pauses and breathes out slowly before shaking his head and lifting his face to meet Eddie's gaze, "is that offer for something stronger still open?" 

Eddie smiles, "I think that can be arranged". 

***

Eddie pulls over beside Tina Cline's house, wincing as the right front tire rolls over the curb and bounces the van as it lands on the street once more, startling a snort out of Steve. 

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up Harrington," Eddie huffs as Steve shoots him a grin.

"Didn't say a word," Steve hums, unbuckling himself from the seat. Eddie watches as he opens the door and hops out. For a moment Eddie worries Steve will pull the same disappearing act from last night but he simply stops beside his car door and motions for Eddie to roll down his window. 

Eddie cracks his door open instead, "window's broken, what?" 

Steve rolls his eyes, "whatever Munson, you know the way? It's north on 5th and--"

"Then two more rights, yeah man," Eddie says with a laugh in his voice, "I dropped you off remember?" 

"Fuck off," Steve huffs out, he's grinning though.

Steve swings the Beemer’s door open and slides in. He turns on the ignition and flinches at the loud burst of music from the stereo, the volume obviously set from the mood of the previous night. 

'I want to know what love is, I want you to show me--'

Steve slams his hand against the console, cutting off the song with a harsh crack. 

The van is parked just behind the Beemer so Eddie can't see Steve's face, but his head drops down onto the wheel for just the briefest moment before he slowly lifts it, turns on his signal and pulls away from the curb. 

***

Steve beats him to the house.

He's getting out of the car, which is parked on the long driveway as Eddie pulls up to the street. 

Eddie hops out of the van, hiking his backpack higher up on his shoulders, not bothering to lock it. Who would even want his shitty van among the BMWs and Mercedes parked down this street --hell, Eddie could have sworn he saw a Jag three houses down.

Eddie stops short of the lawn. The Harrington house is so different in the light of day, the strange emptiness that seemed to ooze out of the dark windows the night before has disappeared, leaving an ordinary house in its wake. 

"Well?" Steve calls out as he pulls a pair of keys from his back pocket and spins them once on his finger, "you coming or what Munson?" 

Eddie rolls his eyes and jogs to catch up to Steve who turns on his heel to stride up the walk. He stuffs the key into the deadbolt and swings one of the double doors inwards before shucking off his sneakers.

No shoes? Fucking rich people man.

Steve must notice Eddie's expression because he blushes and shrugs, "I know, I know, but my parents will be home for Thanksgiving this year so…may as well…"

He gestures around the sterile foyer with a tight smile, as though it explains everything. 

If anything, Eddie has more questions. 

Steve cuts off the thought by clearing his throat, "we should smoke outside, last thing I need is for you to burn a hole in the couch or something".

Eddie steps over the threshold and has to stop himself from whistling, were the ceilings always this high in this place?

He lifts his foot to unlace his left chuck, snorting at the strange little table in the middle of the foyer. A giant vase sits atop it filled with a mixture of what have to be silk flowers --no way they were real. He pulls the shoe off and tosses it to the side before lifting his right foot. 

Eddie never had the greatest balance so he hops back and forth with his right foot in the air before hopping as close as he can to the wall of the foyer and leaning back against it.

He finally gets the knot in his laces undone and throws the sneaker to the floor, dropping his right foot to the hardwood.

Eddie looks up to find Steve staring with a bemused expression on his face, he ignores the wide hazel eyes and removes the backpack from his shoulders -which can't have been helping the balance issue. 

Eddie unzips the top and yanks out the trusty metal lunchbox, sliding a wicked grin into place.

"You said something about outside?"

***

By the time they've settled, facing one another on a couple of pool loungers, the sun has begun to dip low, painting the patio and empty pool a warm glowing copper. It catches Steve's hair, which shines like gold in the dying sunlight, like some Autumnal Fae King--

Eddie wants to slap himself, suddenly thankful for the November wind that cuts through the backyard, forcing him to chillout.

He picks up the grinder from his lunchbox, unscrewing the cap to open it.

"You good with a joint this evening my good King?" 

He pours a handful of a new strain Rick let him try the other day into the grinder and starts twisting. It's not something he would typically share with anyone other than Jeff, but Steve seemed like he could use something a little more special tonight.

Eddie looks up after a beat of silence, "yo, Major Tom, you with me?" 

Steve's face is pinched, tilted towards the empty pool, "please don't call me that," he says quietly.

"Major Tom?"

Steve raises his eyes to meet Eddie's gaze, his mouth cuts a hard line across his face, the typical easy grin it usually houses is gone. 

"King-Steve," he runs a hand through his hair, letting the fingers linger to grip and pull, "I just, that's not who I am anymore, I don't--"

Steve swallows harshly, "that's all anyone could talk about this morning".

He drops his voice and octave, "oh, King Steve is so pussy whipped he let his girl fuck Jonathan Byers before she dumped him".

"Is that what Hargrove said?" Eddie asks quietly as he pours out a portion of weed onto a paper.

Steve shakes his head, "that was Tommy, but that wasn't why I hit him". 

Eddie nods, and lifts the joint to his mouth to run his tongue along the edge of the paper. Steve watches him from the lounger, his eyes follow the movement before he blinks and continues.

"Tommy and I had been best friends since we were five, he uh, he knows a lot about me," Steve lifts his hand to his mouth and chews the nail of his thumb briefly before dropping it back into his lap.

"Stuff I don't tell anyone, stuff he knows will hurt". 

Eddie nods, twisting the joint closed, he can kind of understand that, although the only person in his life that knew him like that was Wayne.  

And Wayne would never hurt him. 

Did Steve really not have anyone else like that in his life, someone he could tell anything to that wouldn't look at him weird or judge him. Someone safe.

"Anyway, Hargrove started in on me after that, but he's been fucking with me for awhile so," Steve shrugs again, "he saw his big opportunity here".

"Hargrove's been messing with you?" Eddie asks sharply as he pours more weed onto another paper. He lifts it and runs his tongue along the edge of the paper before twisting it into shape. When he looks up, Steve's ears have gone slightly pink and he's sitting strangely, slightly hunched and twisted.

"Yeah," Steve says after a moment, he clears his throat and straightens his back, "yeah, it's just been at practice so far, and I thought it was just because he wanted to one up me for my spot but," he shakes his head, "it's getting worse". 

"You know, I have a bit of a reputation around school," Eddie says slowly, carefully, watching as Steve freezes and looks at Eddie with wide eyes.

"The Hellfire club is more than just the game we're playing, it's also kind of a sanctuary for kids that don't have anyone to lean on, we look after each other," Eddie continues, ignoring the way Steve relaxes slightly, "you wouldn't need to play or anything but if you need somewhere to sit at lunch now…" 

Steve looks at Eddie for a long time, his expression blank, guarded, "really? Just like that?" 

"Yeah man, besides I get to use my 'Mean and Scary Guy' persona on these fuckers so it's a win-win for me".

Steve grins, raising one skeptical eyebrow, "mean and scary?"

Eddie bristles a little bit at the questioning tone in Steve's voice and can't quite swallow the urge to snarl, "yeah I mean you looked plenty scared of the town freak yesterday". 

Steve winces and immediately starts to shake his head, inching forward in his seat so he's even closer to Eddie, their knees are almost touching.

"That's not, I wasn't," he stops and takes a deep breath, "I was upset about Nancy and it was so dark outside, the trees--"

"You afraid of the dark Harrington?" Eddie cuts him off, the lingering irritation still simmers in his voice as he coos. 

Steve just looks at him, there's something strange about the haunted expression on his face that makes the hair on the back of Eddie's arms stand on end. 

"Things happen in the dark, in the woods," Steve says softly, his eyes drift to the empty pool again. 

Eddie opens his mouth to ask Steve what the hell he means by that, when a voice shouts across the yard.

"Steve? STEVE?!" 

The sound of someone running through the grass has them both of their feet, the joints forgotten on the pool loungers. 

"Dustin?" 

A kid, he can't be more than twelve or thirteen, skids into the porchlight that has replaced the last copper rays of evening light, the sun fully set by now. The kid's blue eyes are wide underneath a mop of curly hair and hat, he's breathing hard.

"I need your help".

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Part Five

and for some peeps that I think may be interested! @steddierthings @steddie-there @steves-strapcollection @outpastthebrakers @henderdads @stevesbipanic

[miwiheroes]

Dropping Byler Evidence Every Day Until Season 5

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ Day 8: "Bullshit" . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

There are many parallels between Mileven and Stancy, one of the most glaring ones being that both the Wheeler siblings can't say I love you to their boyfriend/girlfriend. However, while it's established that Nancy definitely doesn't love Steve despite actually being able to say to him one time (she said it in the car), it's not technically canon that Mike doesn't love El. Instead, he's forced into saying it through different circumstances and pressure, but lies while doing so.

BUT I think we have some fool proof evidence that they aren't in love due to a Stancy parallel.

In the episode where we find out that Steve and Nancy are not in love, we find out all because of Nancy saying this:

We do not need the conversation afterwards with Steve saying 'tell me you love me!' to know that they are not in love. It's more like confirmation instead. So we now associate the word 'bullshit' with meaning something phony, specifically for romantic couples it means they're not in love.

If you're already well-versed in byler lore you're probably already suspecting where I'm going with this.

So during Season 3, when Dustin is bringing his friends up to the top of the hill, Mike and El ditch the group to go home, and abandon everyone else. In response, the friends say this in succession:

First of all, Max and Will both comment, going from a comment that says their relationship is cute, then a comment that says their relationship is not endearing, then Dustin has the kicker that ends all discussion about their relationship:

This comment says: their relationship is not real. It's phony.

Now, this obviously doesn't necessarily mean that Dustin thinks that they aren't in love and that Will, Max an Lucas agree in this moment, but the fact that he says it last, meaning it should be the overarching message of the conversation (recency bias) for the audience. He even says it in a similar way to Nancy in the other scene.

Neither Mike and El say that it's bullshit because they aren't self-aware yet, so it has to be from an outside source, and what better source than one of the most logical and perceptive people in the Party?

[damnstan]

if I see one more post about stancy not being compatible bc " they want different things " I'm gonna fucking scream. Stop projecting on Nancy. Revisit the source. I don't ship stancy much, but PLEASE, stop projecting. And leave us ( Steve fans who aren't against stancy) alone.

[harringtonlovers]

just what i needed

a stancy fanfiction

ao3

chapters

* third person, steve & nancy centric!

summary: nancy wheeler finally felt herself at peace, adjusted to the busy lifestyle of a college student at Emerson College. All while balancing her junior year and a job, Nancy figured things were starting to look up. That was until Steve Harrington, one of her first friends at Emerson, comes back after finishing his first tour with his rock band, Gold Rush. The only problem? Nancy despises everything about Steve. Now, challenged to have Steve back in her circle, Nancy is brought back to her freshman year at Emerson. Letting her guard down would be the last thing she did. At least, that’s what she tells herself. It is extremely difficult when Steve is irresistible. He knows just how to push Nancy’s buttons, and charm her pants off with his music and alluring smile.

tags: angst galore; friends to enemies to lovers; steve harrington is a rockstar; nancy works at a record store!; long fic; stancy :)

“ I don't mind you comin' here, and wastin' all my time, time. 'Cause when you're standin' oh so near, I kinda lose my mind, ”

- just what i needed, the cars.

[hawkinsincorrect]

Nancy: Are you going out with Robin?

Steve: Why do you care?

Nancy, lying through gritted teeth: I don't.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Steve, about Jonathan: Can I tell him he looks nice?

Nancy: Sure.

Steve: Can I tell him that I respect him?

Nancy: Maybe, if he asks.

Steve: Should I show him an oil painting I made of all three of us surrounded by our three cats and four dogs?

Nancy: . . . I'd save that for later.

[hellinhawkins]

guys i experience byler doubt sometimes but not over this 💀

this person has barely any posts, and their “i saw it with my own eyes” means absolutely nothing if there’s not proof of it. getting mileven “leaks” that aren’t from the duffers or an actor/someone on set are the ones that we shouldn’t be trusting. how many filters do they go through? it’s like playing telephone. there was an actual point at the beginning but after going through all those people it’s totally screwed up at the end. and we don’t even know if their source is right or valid. so stop losing sleep over it 🤷‍♀️ and the same goes with dyersfilms. we all know that she hates byler, and that already makes her biased, so why are we trusting her?

take everything they say with a grain of salt. it doesn’t matter if she was right last time, because it’s plenty possible that her source left her and she just doesn’t want to admit it. she’s vague about all this anyway. saying that “mileven has scenes together” or whatever it is she’s saying is ridiculous, because whether you want to admit it or not, they are going to have scenes together. if byler is endgame, then she is still important to mike’s arc. and like i’ve seen people saying, it could be similar to stancy in s2. saying they say ily and that they kiss a lot doesn’t actually give you context.

it’s perfectly acceptable to believe the leaks but don’t stress too much about it 😭

[ronnieratsdoodles]

also credit to some sources!

byler proof:

1. Will’s sexuality has been an aspect since episode 1

if it wasn’t a major point, the duffer’s wouldn’t have any reason to subtly and continuously remind the GA throughout the entire show. they never were bold about it until season 4, because of foreshadowing, which they do a lot throughout the show; with many relationships.

season 5 is when build up finally reaches its peak.

2. “i’m not gonna fall in love scene.” coming from Will Byers, breakfast scene, joyce and Will Byers conversation. season: three. episode: chapter 1: susie, do you copy?

one tiny thing they added into the scene was Will pouring syrup on his eggs, which Mike also done, meaning they likely introduced each other to it. just tiny fact.

ultimately, this scene had to have significance, it couldn’t have been written without a point, why else would they make a traumatized boy have built up longing for his best friend? to end in heartbreak? that would just be a waste of writing, planning, foreshadowing, and most importantly their frequency of slow burning. they knew what they were doing.

3.smalltown boy being the first song on Mike’s official playlist:

spotify used to have a official character playlist up for each character, before being took down (if i’m right) either that they liked or that represented their character! (what creators felt was correlated)

(taken down 2023)

small town boy is by a artist named bronski beat, that is about a young gay man bullied, deciding to run away from home. we don’t even know exactly the reason why Mike is bullied, other than his supposed ‘frog face’

5. couples being paired up on the last episode of season four, while El stood alone. many reasons why this could have happened, but it was no mistake, lay outs always have a reason film wise. 

6. multiple parallels to stancy:

again, not much to say about it, BUT stancy was a unsuccessful relationship, and Nancy ended up going with a byers, wheeler + byers. the hospital scene with the two second shoulder lean. (stancy parallel!)

7.byler funko, not mileven funko. hmm super suspicious 🤨

8.”i need you mike, and i always will” - Will Byers, van scene, stranger things four. Will is not going to fall for anyone else. he always needed Mike. while El was shown more to needing Mike, she never did as much as Will. there’s nothing satisfying about Will being with another boy, not to the audience or Will. 

9.stranger things writer quote from twitter “let’s start a new party, you and me.”

10.mikes encounters with Will being focused/zoomed in on is for a REASON.

11. at the season four reunion, why did Mike not kiss El? their foreheads touched, they were inches apart, yet he looked back at Will. that would have been a perfect scene for a kiss, so why would the creators not include it?

12. Mike and Will had the first meaningful one-on-one conversation in stranger things.

13.in both arguments, the rink-o-mania they were wearing blue and yellow. their colors. when blue meets yellow in the west. they met in california. the west. 

14. “Karen, where’s our son?!” Ted yells, in season 2. 

“Will’s!” karen yelled back, holding a blue and yellow pen. totally on accident.

15. Crazy together being one of the most romantic scenes in the entire show.

16. the multiple scenes of Mike saying “boys only” and getting kicked out by girls. and his grossed out expression in season four, episode 1, the hellfire club, by a sign in the background saying women. 

17. i love you is either platonic or lies in strangers things so far, we haven’t gotten a single i love you that wasn’t either. Will’s i am not gonna fall in love implying an actual process, it’s happening in season 5.

18.when mileven tag duffers to complain about byler, they never respond, only to byler shippers, even if it’s just a small wave emoji.

19. lighting, the creators confirmed that the lighting in each scene has a meaning. the lighting either means that it could be a way of symbolizing mikes deep care and empathy for Will in the next season, (them being on a upside down couch also empathizes/foreshadows something)

20. the creators once again were planning since the first season. season four was written in a way to begin the root Will and for byler. so, when their endgame, we will know why.

21.mileven is star crossed, (not endgame)in march, millie talked about being unhappy with El’s ending, it doesn’t show that byler is endgame, but it does show mike and El are not. in one of the season 3 scripts they referred to mileven as ‘star crossed’ in the field scene. 

if any of this doesn’t make sense i apologize, it was written for my best friend<3333

[dreamfinder83]

My favorite thing is when people talk about how us Stancy fans need to rewatch the source material to figure out our ship makes no sense and our ship will never happen but then they tag ships like Ronance or Steddie like … should I tell them?😂

[the-lark-ascending69]

https://www.tumblr.com/tjmystic/705004663583424512?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/tjmystic/727631144509652993/no-you-dont-understand-i-dont-want-them-all?source=share

Look at these two posts, both containing the anti Ronance take you hate so much.

(Also, I wasn't stalking you, I simply looked at that post's likes, and casually saw your profile)

(Also, you were angrily against Jancy in this post:

https://www.tumblr.com/the-lark-ascending69/748618853347737600?source=share

(Also, that post was made by a Stancy shipper, who is probably anti Ronance)

Idk dude i dont care about ship wars or whatever all ships are valid. I'm not "anti jancy" i'm not anti any ship idk what people ship. I dont remember ever seeing those posts you just linked idk what you're talking about.

But fun fact: i like jancy, actually!!! Today i come out as a jancy enjoyer, despite all my problems with it: he took photos of her without her consent, he was a misogynistic little bitch in S3 and in S4 they had sooo many problems. Jancy is falling to pieces before our eyes, but I still find them cute in S1 and S2. I'm allowed to enjoy my problematic faves. They're not my otp but I'm not blind, anon, they have a lot going for them and I'm disappointed that the duffers dropped the ball with them.

Also "they're a stancy shipper so they're probably anti-ronance" 1) dont care 2) how would you know.

Dont try to drag me into drama, anon, I seriously couldn't care less about what other people ship or don't ship. I don't "hate" people having different opinions from mine, i'm not "angrily" against any ship. And tbh your need to go gathering links as receipts is creepy and lame and I would feel embarrassed if I were you.