#todfthr

[wheelercore]

There are 2 ted wheelers inside of you: jason carver (blonde jock hs senior with cheerleader girlfriend karen childress chrissy cunningham) and edward munson (should have graduated two years ago, same name, plays the guitar in his bedroom, "you think eddie is like ted bundy?", faggot), and the girls are fightingggggggggggg

[dreamfinder83]

I mean Robin’s cool but no one is better than Steve

[werepuppy-steve]

Between discovering the Russian bunker under Starcourt, discovering their plans to get into the Upside Down, being caught by said Russians and tortured, after making sure Dustin and Erica got out of there, Steve was confident that this was an isolated incident.

Hopper had assured them that El had closed the gate at Hawkins Lab, saw it with his own eyes. So maybe if they (he, Robin, Dustin, and Erica) dealt with this one on their own, it wouldn’t be so bad. There were no monsters this time, at least.

Steve had naive hope that the others wouldn’t have to get involved.

But as the four of them are chased through the mall by a big guy with a gun, Steve and Robin still coming down from a truth serum high, his hope turns into dread.

Because a show car is suddenly flung from the floor and into the group of Russians that have them cornered behind a counter in the food court, and there’s only one person he knows with the ability to do that.

They all slowly peer over the counter, and sure enough, El is standing at the forefront, her hand extended in front of her and her nose bleeding. The other kids plus Nancy, Jonathan, and Eddie are with her. Steve’s stomach drops and the nauseating feeling from earlier is back, but it’s not from the drugs this time.

Eddie makes a beeline toward him and Robin while Dustin greets the others with enthusiasm, Erica a little starstruck over El.

“What the hell happened?” Eddie demands, eyes flitting frantically all over Steve’s face and taking in the worst of the damage. Steve knows he must look like shit– he can’t see that great out of his left eye and that whole side of his face has gone numb.

Billy bashing his face in last year has nothing on the pain he’s feeling now.

“It’s a long story,” Steve says as he leans heavily into Eddie’s space. Eddie’s hands land on his shoulders and he holds him gently, like he’s afraid of hurting him even more. “I’ll tell you after this is all over.”

“Steve–”

“Teddy.” Steve pulls back and looks him in the eye, as well as he can. He must have not puked everything out of his system like Robin thought because he still feels a little giddy when he reaches up and taps Eddie on the nose. “Later. I promise.”

There’s really no time to say anything else because Robin and Erica need to be brought up to speed about everything and he and Dustin need to be caught up on what’s happening now, and when they are, Steve desperately wishes that it was just the Russians they had to deal with.

Help comes in the form of Hopper, Ms. Byers, and a balding man that Steve’s never met. While they’re all squabbling and trying to come up with a half baked plan, Eddie finds a first aid kit in one of the kitchens and makes Steve sit on a counter so he can try to patch him up. They don’t speak, but Steve grips Eddie’s unoccupied hand while Eddie stands close between his legs.

There isn’t much time between then and everybody splitting off into groups. Scoops Troop plus Eddie all pile into the TODFTHR (“You sure you’re her daddy, sweetheart?” Eddie teases with a smirk and Steve’s glad the bruising hides his blush.)

Everything gets a little fuzzy after they leave the kids at Weathertop. When he’s asked later, he’ll say he remembers hearing that song from that one movie, but he’s not sure if it actually happened. He’s so hyped up on adrenaline, it’s probably the only thing keeping him conscious.

Steve doesn’t remember making the decision to t-bone Billy’s car, but he does remember the horrific scene inside the mall; the Mindflayer screeching and its tentacle-like appendages swinging this way and that. He remembers pelting it with explosives to distract it from attacking El. He looks down and his stomach lurches when he sees the monster go straight through Billy’s chest.

He hears Eddie let out a strangled curse beside him and Steve has to ignore the bile rising in his throat. He knows there’s been casualties; Barb in ‘83, Ms. Byers’ boyfriend last year, however many people the Mindflayer had killed this year.

This is the first death he’s ever seen in person.

He’s still reeling from it when Owens and the military swarm the building once the monster is finally defeated. They’re all pulled in separate directions for medical attention and questioning. Steve feels downright miserable, sitting in the back of an ambulance with Robin, a shock blanket over his shoulders. He squeezes her hand and gives her a small smile.

“I’m sorry you got dragged into this,” he says.

Robin takes a shaky breath. “Yeah. I’m still trying to wrap my head around all of it. I think for once in my life, I’m speechless.”

Eddie finds them after he’s been looked over and Steve opens his arms to pull him in for a hug, wrapping both of them in the blanket. Eddie presses a kiss to his forehead and Steve sags against him. They take a moment to breathe each other in, basking in the fact that they’re both alive.

“They want to take us to the hospital,” Steve says. “They’re pretty sure I have a concussion but they want to run tests to make sure there isn’t any other damage.” He nods to Robin. “And they wanna keep us under 24 hour observation 'cause of the drugs.”

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie breathes, eyes sliding shut.

Steve frowns and uses the corner of the blanket to brush against Eddie’s cheek comfortingly. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes with a grimace. “This probably wasn’t how you were expecting to spend your birthday.”

Eddie turns his head and kisses his fingers. “No, baby,” he says. “Absolutely nothin’ for you to be sorry about. Had me and Wayne worried sick when you didn’t come home last night, though. I was close to callin’ Hopper when Lucas started screaming code red over the radio.”

Steve doesn’t want to think about how that probably worried them even more. “Your present’s in my car,” he says instead. “You can’t have it until I’m discharged, though. I wanna see your face when you open it.”

Eddie raises an eyebrow. “That just makes me even more curious, sweetheart.”

He pinches Steve’s side playfully, but gently. Steve stifles a giggle and leans into him more, very aware of how Robin’s watching them like a hawk.

“No peeking,” Steve warns, pointing a finger in Eddie’s face. “It’s a surprise.”

Eddie only nips at his finger. Steve doesn’t even blink. Sighing, Eddie releases his finger and marks a cross over his heart. “I promise I won’t do any snooping.”

Steve pats his cheek. “Anyone ever tell you you’re a shit liar, Munson?”

They break into giggles, their heads bent forward, and Eddie would’ve leaned in for a kiss if it weren’t for Robin clearing her throat rather loudly. Steve curls into Eddie’s front, Eddie’s arm going around his shoulders. God, he’d give anything to be at home and asleep in their bed.

“I’m still very confused about this whole thing,” Robin says, waving a hand in their direction. “I just fought a monster from a whole other dimension, but this is probably the biggest shocker of my life.”

“Strange things follow this group around like a shadow,” Eddie says, like it’s the most casual thing in the world. And for him, it is. “You better get used to it, Buckley, 'cause you’re one of us now.”

written and originally posted for @flowercrowngods birthday 🤍 dio is an absolute treasure and a great friend to have and is my #1 gseb stan. happy belated birthday!!! 💙

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[erikiara80]

Don't mess around with Jim, a song about a man named Jim, who drove a Cadillac, and thought he was the biggest badass in town. Until one day, Willie 'Slim' Mcoy shows up to get a refund from being hustled or get revenge.

No Trespassing sign

S3 Hopper singing Don't mess around with Jim, then eating a Slim Jim in a 7-Eleven convenience store and stealing a Cadillac Eldorado. Todfthr's car. Todfather. And later, when Steve drives the car, he calls himself daddy.

Mention of family, then El says I found him, and the first thing we see is the "father's" Cadillac

Also

Hopper is not a mechanic

But Lonnie knows cars very well

[redhousetattoobuffalo]

New, original designs by our artists are up on the board!!! We have these and many others that Jess, Tom, Jess.C and Kenna want to tattoo. Like usual these designs will only be tattooed once, so if interested, reach out to us or stop in. **Please be kind and don’t copy... our artists would love to tattoo these for you, or, ask your artist to draw you something similar.** #demiguise #dougal #fantasticbeasts #harrypotter #moth #mothart #mothdesign #strangerthings #strangerthings3 #ahoy #scoopsahoy #scoopsahoyicecreamparlor #todfthr #tattooideas #tattoodesigns #redhouse #redhousetattoo #redhousetattoobuffalo #buffalo #buffaloartist #buffalotattooshop (at RedHouse Tattoo) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0Jz4aEBAjh/?igshid=1ldzx0hnntttl

[saradunkerton]

Getting a bit of a Magnum.PI vibe from Hopper, his shirt was cutting edge after all! #strangerthings #netflix #hopper #hopperstrangerthings #davidharbour #cuttingedge #todfather #todfthr #magnumpi #fanart #drawing #doodle #sketch #hawkins https://www.instagram.com/p/Bz7_Hq9hyf4/?igshid=kuy2yk4w8btd

[stranger-chichka]

If Mike is the heart, it means [gunshots]

"If the brain dies -- the body dies."

"There must be a place where all this started. A source. If we can find the source, then maybe we can stop him. Or at least stop it from spreading."

"I think I found it. The source."

"Sneak into his lair in the Upside Down [the Upside Down was originally called the Nether -> nest] and drive a stake through his heart."

Nether -> nest

Some believe the bluebird is a symbol of joy and hope; others, that good news will be arriving soon. Others still think that bluebirds represent a connection between the living and those who have passed away.

@lesbianmindflayer could it be related to #gaybirdgate?

Something is wrong.

[forthemasses1789]

Beautiful- Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: The events of S3 left Steve pretty banged up, having received the all-clear from paramedics, he begins to head home with (Y/N), who also faced the Russians and Mind Flayer. On the way home, they invite Steve over to clean up his 'battle wounds'. Confessions are made, hearts are racing, it's a madhouse!

Word Count: 1.4k

The flashing red and blue lights of the ambulance burned into both Steve’s and (Y/N)’s minds, increasing the intensity of their headaches tenfold. Luckily, both had survived the events of Starcourt Mall with no mortal injuries, unfortunately, they did not come out unscathed, Steve had a black eye, and was quite bloodied and bruised, while (Y/N) had a relatively decent cut on their knee from falling while trying to get away from the Mind Flayer. Having been given the all-clear from paramedics who were on the scene (and not really wanting to go to the hospital anyway because healthcare cost too much and let's be honest, today had just been a really long day), Steve and (Y/N) started to head home, on foot, considering that TODFTHR had been absolutely wrecked, and they had no other alternative.

The soft sounds of their converse on the road filled the air as they walked together, conversation would come eventually, but for now, they were both preoccupied with thinking of the events that transpired the past week or so. Eventually, it was (Y/N) who spoke first, “So, what do you think you’ll do after all this?” Steve let out a dry chuckle, “After what? After this, all blows over? After we all move away and make something of ourselves? Who's to say that this will end at all?” Steve’s blunt response was most definitely not what (Y/N) was expecting, which was probably why they looked up with that bewildered look on their face. “Alright first off, slow down there Tex, I didn’t mean with your life, I simply meant after this all goes away. I mean, maybe you're right, maybe it won't go away, maybe next summer we’ll be fighting another crazy monster thing affectionately nicknamed by Dustin and the party.” A light chuckle left both of their lips at the thought, before either could continue their spiral into existential madness, the subject was changed. “Anyway, that eye of yours is looking pretty gnarly, I bet you'll have all the girls fawning over you, oh I can hear them now! Listen!”

In a silly high pitch voice, (Y/N) continued to tease Steve finally getting him to lighten up. With one final joking remark, (Y/N) looked at Steve, before both dissolved into giggles, having to grab onto one another for support. “But seriously, Steve, your eye does look pretty bad, do you maybe want to come round to my place? I can have a look at it and maybe get some of the swelling down.” It was Steve’s turn to be shocked now, a light blush dusted his cheeks, and in a soft voice he answered “Y-yeah sure, that sounds great.”

Within the next few minutes they had arrived at (Y/N)’s house, and Steve’s heart seemed to be beating out of his chest. What if I say something wrong? What if they're just trying to be a good friend? Ok, just play it cool,- Steve~- be nice, be cool, be yourself,- Steve?- just don't be weird. Don't do something like- "Steve!" Abruptly snapping out of his ramblings, he looked up at (Y/N), "Oh, ah yes?", (Y/N) looked at him with more concern than before, “Maybe that concussion was worse than we thought. Just make yourself comfortable on the bed, sorry that I don't have anywhere else you can sit. I'll be back in a sec with the first aid stuff.”

Finally alone, although not for very long, Steve let his eyes wander around (Y/N)'s room. It was nice, posters littered some of the walls, a turntable with a stack of records sat crudely on top perched in the corner of their room. Their bed was slightly disheveled, showing that they had not put much thought into the last time they had made their bed, and more than likely just threw it together clumsily. "Steve? I've got the stuff. I also managed to find some clothes that you can change into if you want to. It's just a hoodie and some jeans, but I figured it was better than your uniform."

(Y/N) went to go sit down on their bed, "I'll clean up your lip and eye first, then you can get changed, also I brought you an ice pack for your eye." they gave the clothes and ice-pack to Steve, who put them in his lap. "Alright, so I'm sure you know how this goes" they began to pour some disinfectant on a cotton bud, "This is going to sting, like hell. Luckily you don't need stitches so after I disinfect I'll put a bandage on, and you can go get changed." (Y/N) reached up gingerly to Steve's face, holding his still so he wouldn't flinch away, and dabbed Steves lip with the cotton bud.

A gentle hiss escaped his lips as the disinfectant made contact with the cut,. (Y/N) looked at him apologetically, "Sorry, but you of all people should know that there really is no other way to disinfect a wound effectively", they continued to clean his lip, working methodically and carefully to try and lower the pain. While (Y/N) worked silently away, Steve was consumed by his thoughts once again. God, they look so beautiful, I don't deserve this. Why would someone like (Y/N) want to help a douchebag like me? A mutter escaped Steve's lips, reflecting his thoughts, "You're so beautiful." if (Y/N) wasn't so close to his face, they wouldn't have heard it.

(Y/N) stopped what they were doing, eyes wide and incredulous, as a whisper, as soft as a dandelion floating in the wind wormed its way out, "What?", suddenly it was like Steve realized too what had happened, and with a sudden burst of confidence, he replied. "You heard me, you're beautiful. You are amazing and I don't know what I ever did to deserve someone like you in my life." (Y/N) chuckled dryly before going back to dabbing away the blood on his lips, "Ok sure. That concussion is most definitely worse than I thought because you are not thinking straight."

Steve reached his hand up and grabbed onto the one diligently working away on disinfecting the cut, effectively stopping its work. "Why? Why is it so crazy for me to finally admit how beautiful I think you are to your face?", Steve desperately searched their eyes for an answer, which was much more difficult when their eyes were looking anywhere but at him. Grabbing their face and tilting it up, forcing (Y/N) to meet his big brown eyes. He hummed in a questioning manner, prompting her to answer the question, "Steve, you can't think I'm beautiful, not like that." (Y/N) hesitated as their eyes began to get glossy, "Not in the same way I do."

"I do think you are beautiful. I think you are more beautiful than the sun as it sets on the horizon and the colors splinter out just right. I see your beauty in your smile, or-or your laugh, when you laugh at some awfully cheesy joke I made. I see your beauty in your big (Y/E/C) eyes when you talk about something you love, or when you give me that soft, little stupid smile. L-look the truth is, (Y/F/N) I love you. I love you so much, and I think you are just so beautiful. And I-" Before he could continue his rant, he felt a pair of soft lips against his. Shock filled his system, it took him a moment to realize that (Y/F/N), the person he had been crushing basically ever since he met them was kissing him. After he got over the initial shock, he kissed back. Hard.

Months of feelings were being poured into this kiss as both lovers held out their hearts in their hands for the other to take and cherish. The kiss was soft yet somehow rough at the same time, it was passionate and full of emotion from both ends, as the realization that the other loved them hit one another. Soft pants left Steve's and (Y/N)'s bodies as the kiss broke apart, Steve's soft voice filled (Y/N)'s ears, "See? I told you that I thought you were beautiful." A soft chuckle filled the room, "I guess you were right. Now, where were we?" Leaning in for another kiss, (Y/N) grabbed onto the 'Scoops Ahoy!' uniform to pull him closer, Steve whispered out one final remark, "Right about here I think, Beautiful".

A/N-And done! The second fic has been completed! Personally, I'm quite happy with this one, and it's kinda surprising because I wrote this in one day! I hope you all enjoyed it! Even if you didn't like the story, please let me know if you like my writing style or have any suggestions for getting better. My writing is not perfect, and I would love to be given the opportunity to advance my skills. As always, have a wonderful day!

[fallen-imagine-angel]

Believe (Noticed Part 2) - Steve Harrington x Reader

Notes: Here’s part two of Noticed! I followed the ST3 season finale episode with this one so this part contains major spoilers for the season 3 finale. If you haven’t watched it, don’t read this. Anyway, Steve requests are still open! Send some prompts in if you want. And please comment/reblog/like this, it means so much to me when you do! Thank you!

Summary: Steve has confessed his love for you, you think, and now you have to survive the rest of the night.

Believe - Noticed Part 2

Steve Harrington x Reader

Requested?: Yes, by anon - “omg i loved Noticed, any chance of a follow up part two??”

Word Count: 3,239

Warnings: MAJOR ST3 SPOILERS, PTSD, angst, fluff, etc.

You and Steve are piled into a mini-car with Robin driving. Dustin sits in the front with her while Erica is shoved in the back with you two.

“Heyyy Erica.” You giggle, using her head as an armrest.

“Get your elbow off of me or I swear I will use the taser on you.” She threatens. You take your arm off her, a laughing mess.

“W-Watch out, (Y/n), you’ve got America on your tail.” Steve laughs, gripping your shoulder. You giggle again.

“Oh no.”

The mini-car comes to a crashing halt as Robin hits a tower of metal bins. Your head bangs against the metal bars behind you. You groan, matching Steve as the two of you complain.

“Are you guys okay back there?” Dustin asks, turning around. 

“They’re fine.” Erica rolls her eyes, opening the back door and jumping out. You crawl to the door, practically falling out of the back of the car as your back meets the concrete below.

“Ow.” You giggle, sitting up straight as Steve tumbles out of the car after you, landing right on top of you.

“Well, hello, darling.” He grins at you, pecking your cheek.

“My prince charming.” You chuckle, cupping his cheek with your hand.

“Now is not the time!” Dustin picks Steve up off of you. You whine as Robin helps you up.

“Into the elevator!” Robin all but shoves you and Steve into the elevator.

“Where are your car keys?” Dustin asks you and Steve. You think hard. 

“Ummm, I left them...somewhere?” You ask more than state, looking over at Steve.

“The,” Steve erupts in a fit of laughter, “The Russians took our keys, like, forever ago.”

“Oh yeah! That’s where I left them!” You point at Steve, a large grin making its way onto your face.

“I thought they sobered up after confessing their love.” Dustin groans, running a hand through his hair.

“Your hair looks soft, Dusty.” You reach out and grab a lock. He swats your hand away, a look of offense present on his face.

“Don’t touch my hair. That’s reserved for Suzie.” He huffs. You giggle.

“Is Suzie real?” You ask, looking over at Steve. Steve shrugs, letting a small chortle out.

“We’re here.” Robin helps you and Steve up as the doors to the elevator open. 

“Outside!” You gasp, beaming as you step out onto the pavement. 

“I can taste the air!” Steve sticks out his tongue, looking like an idiot.

“You look stupid.” You scrunch your nose up at him.

“Nuh-uh!” He protests, booping your nose. You giggle again. Two large Russian men charge at your group, spewing incoherent sentences.

“They’re mad!” You gasp, grabbing Steve’s arm as you laugh. Dustin, Robin, and Erica start to push you two to the side doors.

“Why are we running?” Steve asks, confused as he’s shoved into the doors.

“Woo!” You grin gleefully as they push you in after Steve. They lead you through a few corridors until you reach another door. They open it to reveal the movie theater.

“Movie!” Steve claps. You’re led to the front where Dustin and Robin sit you down, moving to sit elsewhere with Erica. You groan.

“These are the bad seats!” You protest, grabbing some popcorn that Steve got from who knows where.

After a while, once the others aren’t looking, Steve leans over to you.

“I need water.” He whispers.

“There’s a fountain outside.” You mumble, still upset at the seat choice.

“Come with me, please?” He whines, grabbing your hand. You sigh and the two of you go to the water fountain outside of the theater.

Steve gets water first, taking way too long for your liking.

“Move.” You push him out of the way, leaning down for a taste of the water.

“Hey, (Y/n), look at this.” Steve beckons you. You furrow your brows and go to stand next to him, looking up at the fake stars. You grin.

“They’re,” You hiccup, “They’re pretty. Like, um, stars.” 

“I feel...sick.” Steve’s hand goes to his stomach. You hold back puke.

“Uh huh.” You and Steve make a break for the bathroom, going in adjacent stalls and puking the serum out of your system.

Once the two of you have officially gotten it all out of your system, you sit back against the wall of the restroom.

“How do we, um, how do we know it’s out of our systems?” Steve asks, nudging your foot with his from the next stall over.

“Ask questions! Interrogate me, Steve Harrington.” You chuckle, nudging his foot back.

“Okay, um, when was your last boyfriend?” He hums. You contemplate.

“Well, heh, you’ll never believe it, but I dated Jonathan Byers back in high school for a little bit.” You admit, leaning your head back on the wall. Steve goes quiet.

“Really?” He asks.

“Yeah. I broke up with him, though. Nothing’s weird between us, either. It wasn’t a messy breakup.” You shrug.

“My turn,” He whispers, much quieter than before.

“Was your confession real?” You ask, retracting your legs to where they’re only in your side of the stall. He stays silent for a minute.

“Yes.”

“You really love me?” You whisper, not stopping the hopeful tone to your voice. Steve slides under the stall to your side, leaning against the stall wall for stability.

“I really do, (Y/n). More than I could comprehend while I was under the serum.” He admits, grabbing your hand. You blush.

“I love you, too. I think I started liking you a lot before you saved me from Billy. In fact, I think it was close to the point when you and Nancy broke up that I started having feelings for you. I-I thought that you’d never notice me, so I didn’t really think anything of it until you did. Like, for example, I thought the way Nancy ending things was terrible and I always thought you deserved better. I thought...um, nevermind.” You look away, a blush creeping its way to your cheeks.

“You thought what?” Steve asks softly, rubbing a thumb over the back of your hand.

“I always thought that I could’ve treated you better than she did. But I ridiculed myself for thinking that because Nancy was my best friend and I shouldn’t berate her like that.” You frown, looking at the ground.

“You’re not berating her. People make mistakes and, hey, she doesn’t know what she’s missing out on.” Steve flexes his arm, making you laugh.

“I love you, Steve Harrington.” You murmur, your face inching closer to his. He brushes his nose against yours, going in for the kiss.

Before he has the chance to kiss you, though, Robin barges in with Dustin and Erica at her side.

“There you two are!” She gasps, running over to you. You groan and get up with the help of Steve.

“Time to go.” Dustin ushers everyone out of the restroom. You all walk to the front doors, following the crowd to get to the bus. You walk to the front doors, seeing everyone getting checked for their ID. You grab Robin’s shoulder and stop her.

“We can’t go through there.” You whisper.

“Abort. Abort!” Dustin yells and the five of you run in the other direction.

“Do you think they noticed us?” Steve asks.

“No, duh!” Erica yells at him. Everyone slides down the in-between part of the escalator and keeps running.

Eventually, you hide behind a counter of some food place. The rest of the mall is evacuated.

The five of you try to breathe as quietly as possible as you all hide behind the counter, silent and waiting for them to go away or find you. You grab Steve’s hand and lace your fingers together. 

All of a sudden, a car starts honking to your right. You gasp and Steve reaches over to cover your mouth with his hand.

The Russians speak behind you.

The car flies across the room behind you and everyone turns around, poking their head up from behind the counter.

Eleven is standing on the floor above with her hand outreached as the Russians lay below, dead.

“Yes!” You yell, hopping over the counter and grabbing a Russian man’s gun.

“You flung that thing like a Hotwheel!” Dustin yells, running to hug Eleven once she’s on the lower floor with the rest of you. The others, Mike, Lucas, Max, and Will reunite with everyone.

“Lucas?” Erica’s eyes widen.

“What are you doing here?” Lucas asks, angry and worried.

“Ask them, it’s their fault.” She points her thumb at you, Steve, and Robin over her shoulder.

“True, yeah, it’s totally our fault,” Steve admits honestly. You nudge him in the ribs.

The group catches up with everything. You explain the Russians and they explain the Mind Flayer coming back. You furrow your brows.

“There have been two problems this entire time and we only knew about one?” You scratch your head. Truth be told, this whole thing is giving you a headache.

Then, Eleven passes out. You all crowd around her as she gets the thing out of her leg. You almost throw up again as you watch it happen.

Once that is over, the adults arrive. Joyce, Hopper, and some guy named Murray.

You all go over the plan multiple times.

“So, what are we doing? What’s our part in the plan?” You ask, your head pounding. Steve puts an arm around your shoulders.

“Follow me.” He helps you up and you, Robin, Dustin, and Erica walk out of the front doors of the mall.

“A car?” You ask, furrowing your brows as you read the plate. TODFTHR.

“Now this, this is what I’m talking about.” Steve grins, flipping the keys in his hand. You get in the passenger seat as Steve slides into the driver’s side.

“Tod father?” Robin asks as Steve gears up the car.

“Screw Tod, Steve’s her daddy now.” He starts the car and speeds off.

“Did you just refer to yourself in the third person?” Robin asks.

“And call yourself daddy?” You look at him concerned. He doesn’t respond, just shoots you a grin.

You speed off to a distant hill, making it almost halfway up before the TODFTHR gives out. You hop out and start to run to the top, the rest in tow behind you.

Once you make it to the top, Dustin gets on the radio and speaks to Murray who is in the ventilation system. You sit down, hand on the gun on your hip just in case anything tries to attack you. Steve sits next to you, setting a hand on top of your free hand.

“Wait, do you see that?” Steve stands up after a moment, looking back in the direction of the mall. He helps you up and you look over in that area, seeing the mall lights flicker rapidly.

“Guys.” You warn them. Robin stands up. Dustin tries to reach the group at the mall, to no avail. All you hear is the shriek of a monster.

The Mind Flayer.

“Let’s go!” Steve takes your hand and starts running. Robin runs after the two of you.

You all get in the TODFTHR and speed off back to the mall.

As you speed into the parking lot, you see the Mind Flayer on top of the roof of the mall.

“Holy crap.” You whisper, fear lighting up your eyes. Steve grabs your hand. A car halts next to you with a loud hiss as the back door opens up.

“Get in!” A voice yells. You, Steve, and Robin don’t have to be told twice as the three of you clamber out of your car and into the other one. You all speed off into the night.

As the car continues to speed down the road, you’re left watching as the Mind Flayer runs after you. You can’t help but wonder what will happen if it catches up.

“Hey, we’re going to be okay, alright?” Steve grabs your hand, squeezing it. You look over at him, worry filling your features.

“What if we’re not?” You whisper.

“We will be. I promise.” He kisses the back of your hand. You give him a small smile.

“I believe you.” You nod, going to sit next to him as you intertwine your fingers.

“We have to go back,” Robin yells, watching as the Mind Flayer turns around. You look at her like she’s crazy.

“What?” Lucas yells at her.

“It’s going back so that means something happened! We need to go back!” She screams. Jonathan pulls a crazy U-turn and now you’re the ones following the Mind Flayer.

Once you arrive at the mall for the third time, you run in after the Mind Flayer and go to the second floor.

“I can’t believe I’m mixed up in this crazy mess.” You groan, grabbing a firework from Lucas who demands everyone take one. 

“It’s our crazy life.” Steve shrugs, grabbing a firework. Lucas throws the first one, distracting it from hurting El. You throw the next one directly into its mouth.

“Take that!” You yell, hoping it’ll distract it long enough to get Eleven out of the way.

Everyone bombards the Mind Flayer with multiple fireworks, throwing them left and right like nobody’s business. 

Eventually, you run out of fireworks. Lucas throws the last one, looking to everyone with worry in his eyes. The Mind Flayer stands menacingly over El and Billy, looking for its next meal.

El backs away but as the Mind Flayer’s talon lunges for her, Billy stops it. You watch as Billy sacrifices himself for the greater good.

“Billy!” You scream, not being able to do anything because you’re too far away. You never had liked Billy that much, but no one deserved to die like that. Especially not since he sacrificed himself for El.

Steve grabs you and pulls you to the ground as the Mind Flayer flings his body around, crushing the spot where you used to be. It finally falls to the ground, dead.

You suppose Joyce, Hopper, and Murray shut down the gate.

“We’re alive,” Steve whispers, clutching your hand. You turn to him and hug him tight, still laying on the ground with him. He holds you close, one hand running up and down your spine soothingly.

Everyone walks downstairs and out of the building. Will finds his mom and hugs her tight. You sit down in an ambulance, getting questioned like an interrogation. It takes everything in you not to cry on the spot.

You watch as Eleven looks around for Hopper. You can’t see him.

You’re not sure what that means.

“(Y/n).” Steve stumbles over to you. You get dismissed from your questioning. You walk to Steve, letting him wrap you in a tight hug as he shields you from the rest of the world.

“Hopper didn’t make it.” You breathe out, clutching onto his Scoops Ahoy uniform for dear life.

“I know, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He sets his head on top of yours as you bury your face into the crook of his neck.

“Can we go back home? Please?” You whisper, tearing up. He nods. A cop gives him back his keys that they found on one of the Russian men underground. 

You get into the passenger side of his car and stay silent on the way home. The radio plays softly in the background as the two of you hold hands, saying nothing.

There’s nothing to say. Not yet.

Once you make it back to Steve’s house, you walk in and go straight to his room. You shut the door and lay down on the bed, waiting for him to join you. You feel the bed dip and you snuggle up to your new boyfriend.

“Get some rest, you deserve it.” He whispers into your hair as he pulls you to his chest. You hum and close your eyes, letting the wave of sleep rush over you easily.

~+~

It’s the middle of the night and Steve hasn’t gone to bed yet. He doesn’t want to sleep. He wants to keep you safe, to stay here and watch over you to make sure nothing bad happens to you in the night.

So when you start to thrash around under the covers, he’s already alert. He sets a hand on your forehead, letting out a calming ‘shh’ as you continue to toss and turn.

“N-No! No!” You mumble, reaching out an arm.

“(Y/n), it’s okay.” He murmurs, running a hand softly down your arm. You whimper, a sound Steve never wants to hear come from you again. Not like this.

It’s a deafening sound of loss and pure pain, one filled with emotion he doesn’t want you to feel ever again.

So, he does what he knows he can do. He hugs you tight. He holds you in his arms and doesn’t let go, effectively calming you down as you relax back into his arms. You’re safe.

~+~

The next morning, you wake up much too early for your liking. Steve’s side of the bed is empty.

You start to panic, thinking that maybe the Mind Flayer came back and took him. You hurriedly jump out of the bed, running out of his room and down the stairs.

“Steve? Steve!” You scream, pure terror coursing through your veins.

“(Y/n)? What’s wrong?” Steve rounds the corner, eyes wide as he reaches for your hand. You let out a breath of relief as you see him. You hug him tightly.

“I didn’t know where you went.” You admit, tears leaking from your eyes as you hug your boyfriend tight.

“I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” He murmurs into your ear, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck this time. Your breathing steadies.

“I believe you.” You nod, squeezing him tight one last time before letting go. You wipe the tears from your eyes.

“I made breakfast.” Steve leads you to the kitchen where a plate of bacon and eggs awaits you. You try your best to smile at him as you sit down and start eating. He busies himself making two cups of coffee.

When he’s finished with those, he goes to sit down next to you. He sets your coffee down next to you a little too rough, causing you to involuntarily flinch at the noise.

“Ah--” You gasp, looking over at the cup of coffee.

“I’m sorry!” He apologizes, resting a hand on your shoulder. You grab his hand in yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“It’s fine, I just...It’ll take time, you know? Getting over everything. We’re probably going to have PTSD for the rest of our lives.” You tell him, frowning.

“It’s been a traumatic experience. I get it. I’ll give you all the time you need, (Y/n). I’m here for you. I love you.” He sits down, lacing your fingers together. You nod.

“I don’t mean it’ll take time for us, I mean...I just need time in general. If I’m being honest, you’re the only one grounding me to reality right now. I need you right now. It’s just...everything else, I’m going to have to get used to it again. Loud noises, sharp objects, the whole mile. I have to take time.” You lay your head on his shoulder.

“Me and you both, (Y/n). Me and you both. I’ll be here every step of the way, believe me.” He kisses your temple. You smile.

“I believe you.”

[myanaconda-will-consider1t]

I don't wanna see discourse

I just wanna see people talking about "todfthr? Steve's your daddy now" because it was honestly the highlight of my life and I watched it back three times

[wheelercore]

Those last three images drive me nuts

-> El hits her tormenter back (who suspiciously looks like poolside Karen)

-> Henry kills his mother who planned to send him away to an unethical psychologist

-> the mindflayer for some reason sends billy the order to fuck up karen?? (which billy resists)

Add the fact that flayed Billy also goes after Nancy at some point but is stopped by TODFTHR driven by Steve...

something something angela is another culprit in the blondie-wearing-pink-and-white horror show

the two watches?? the teeth earrings?????? she is rosemary reincarnated.

[vitaegratis]

@scarednotscary​ sent: what were you thinking ? you could have been hurt !

he hadn’t been. hurt - or thinking, for that matter. TODFTHR. yeah, he wouldn’t forget those plates. jackass. “...would have been worth it, so long as you aren’t. you aren’t, are you? i didn’t mean to... i mean, i did, mean to shove you... you’re uh, good though?

[teeopia]

TODFTHR

TODFTHR

“TODFTHR” by D-Artist

TODFTHR 1985 Indiana License Plate design from Stranger Things

Source: T-shirts

[wheelercore]

Somewhat relates to Yuri the smuggler but whats up with all the naming of modes of transportation. I mean like- 2 me the constant comparison is being made between hawkins and the soviets... and Yuris helicopter he takes in and out of russia being named Katinka (Karen). Add to that we have Peterbilt in s2- El leaving Hawkins to find Terry (can u say the mothergate). Then we have TODFTHR in s3, which again, in and out of Hawkins (which was a pretty obvious Wheeler reference because they guy they took it from was blatently wearing a teal polo shirt paralled to mike and teds in that season). Also, not really a car, but Steve "smuggling" (lol) the kids into the back door of the movie theatre in s3.

Really the only thing this could possibly be referencing to is transversing the boundary between Hawkins and UD Hawkins... but (baring Petergate because who knows who that is) why are the Wheelers conceptualized as the vehicles or the owners of the vehicles that can get you from hawkins to the UD. Like... smugglers right? I mean we all know about the Wheeler Curse, bad supernatural shit always happens to people around the Wheelers but the Wheelers themselves are always relatively untouched (insert here photo of Max's nosebleed in class with Mike sitting right next to her). One of it happens to be will and barbaras kidnapping to the UD.

(And you know what actually lets bring petergate into this too- suzies sister tabitha (girl who pretends to die on the ground) and that reference to Saint Tabitha, who was a woman in the Bible who fell ill (like how nana wheeler has cancer), but was raised from the dead by Saint Peter (hopper voice nothing is wrong with nana). Suddenly thinking about El taking the Peterbilt truck to find her mother after she was told not to pursue it. Laughing nervously. Anyways.)

This is all to say hawkins is an open air prison but also this scene from Prisoners which i think is so so so fantastic and Apt

I'm the one who decided they should stay. literal. fuckgin dark portal hole in the ground.

[wheelercore]

Yuri/george smuggles things in and out of hawkins the soviet union in his Karen Katinka helicopter -> the gang in s3 using TODFTHR to go in and out of hawkins -> El riding in the PETERBILT truck presumably out of hawkins to find Terry -> Steve smuggling kids in and out of the theatre back door with a sailor themed job his father made him -> enlightenment????

Anyways not to take advantage of edward theories for the tedspiracy (i am tho) but every russian in st is an edward stand in. Like literally theyre all edward but its all ted related subtext so ppl dont catch on but. Its right there.

In the of Enzo/Dimitri its the most obvious. "Edward" literally means "wealthy *guard*". Dimitri is a prison guard. With a son named Mikhail (Michael). And a wife who Hopper calls a cheater. Not only that but his alias "Enzo"? Is a cognate of the name Henry (derived from the same name Heinrich- google will straight up tell you that Enzo is a cool exotic italian version of the English Henry to name your child. The two names have the same meaning: "home ruler").

Yuri is a doublet of George. Yuri has a daughter he buys gifts for (can anyone say hollys litebrite) and a helicopter he named after his "beautiful lover" Katinka, which you guessed it.... has the same meaning as Karen ("pure"). Again, a russian name but with the same meaning as the english counter part. He is also born in the same year as Ted which is even funnier.

And Alexei my beloved Alexei. "Defender" to Edward's "guard". So so funny that there also is a scientist named "Teddy" in HNL in s2. Nice comparison of the soviet government to HNL there.

Anyways what im saying is that the wheelers for some reason have Russian counterparts. I am also saying that hawkins is never beating the town full of lab rats actual matrix allegations if they keep on getting compared to surveillance state which was the soviet union. Insert here Ted asking if El is a russian in s1.... sir im pretty sure YOU are the russian but okay. What is your fuckign six figure job why are you being compared to a soviet scientist, guard, and smuggler. Something something russian spy fake family hysteria of the cold war. Is brenner your boss.

[wheelercore]

There are ppl who will swear up and down that the duffers just forgot to make the wheeler family plot relevant and that theres nothing to explore there meanwhile the writers put in their 20th wheel symbolism metaphor motif etc etc for the season including but not limited to time being a wheel. Oh baby guess whos family name literally means builder/operator of wheels. Todfthr the car, katinka the helicopter, peterbilt the 18 wheeler. Theyre in a hell of their own making.

Im sick of all the wheel puns in st... why is hollytedkaren riding that ferris wheel.