#trapped steve

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Part 2 of my castle's crumbling down (YOYOK and more)

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 1.6k

Fandom:  Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating:  Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings:  No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Tommy Hagan/Carol Perkins, Tommy Hagan & Steve Harrington, Tommy Hagan & Steve Harrington & Carol Perkins

Characters: Tommy Hagan, Carol Perkins, Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler

Additional Tags:  Implied/Referenced Underage Sex, Good Friend Tommy Hagan, Good Friend Carol Perkins, Protective Tommy Hagan, Tommy Hagan Redemption, Carol Perkins Redemption, Referenced Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, POV Tommy Hagan

Summary:  

Tommy realizes that something isn't right the moment he gets back downstairs. He doesn't have the words to describe why he feels this way. All he knows is that a sense of foreboding settles over him the second his feet are off the bottom step and he needs to find Steve now.

“Steve?” he calls out, trying to ignore the way the sound bounces off the walls. “Where the hell you’d get off to?”

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👻 rbb 2 and dealer's choice

Sighing and hating himself a little, Steve slings his backpack over his shoulder, sending it to the ground with a thump. Pulling the zip, Steve takes in the contents of the pack and sighs again. It’s meticulously packed with whatever he thinks he could need away from the house, which means he has plenty of bandages with him, but he doesn’t have anything that protects against razor sharp needle teeth.

Some YOYOK for dealer's choice!

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WIP weekend: the ghost! (Bonus: YOTOK please <3)

Twisting once he’s on his feet to find the thing he tripped on, Steve stalls for a moment. He’d been expecting a root or one of the million vines covering this world, but neither of those things are nestled on the ground by his feet. Instead it looks… alive.

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Loving your fics! Could we maybe 👉👈 get a 🍽️ for 💀?

Steve can see the outline of his house in the distance, between the gnarled, dead trees around him, when he trips. He goes down with a thud, exhaustion getting the better of him as he tries to catch himself, and his leg aches as the new scars scrape the ground. “Are you fucking kidding me?” he grumbles as he picks himself back up again.

Make me write!

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👻 but also 💀!

You can do it! 💪💪

Getting back to his feet feels like an even more monumental task that just sitting up, but eventually Steve manages that, too. Picking his way back towards his house, he debates for a moment if he should skip monster-studying for a bit, give himself a break. It feels like all he’s done since getting dragged into this world is move, move, move. But being still means possibly death, so Steve dismisses the idea for now.

Make me write!

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In order to keep your muse brain happy, how about 🎤 and 💀? Thanks!

Steve isn’t sure how long he stays on the ground, since the sky never changes, but eventually he pulls himself back up again. His back aches and it feels like his every muscle strains against the effort, but he can’t stay on the ground forever. Not when the monsters could get closer. He’s not ready for the monsters to get closer.

Make me write!

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i am fiending for 💀 dude like can’t stop thinking ab it can’t stop checking the comments for more theories can’t stop clawing at the carpet kicking my feet can’t stop thinking how mad steve should be at nancy for telling everyone he was dead bc they stopped looking for him and how he’s gonna react during s4 events like is he gonna recognize eddie is he gonna be nicer to eddie bc at least HE didn’t tell everyone he was dead so they’d stop looking for him AHHHH love this fic 🩷

Glad I'm not the only one that's obsessed with it! I have so many thoughts and ideas for it (and then impending sequel that's already begging to be written). If you have any theories, I'd love to hear them!

(This is mixed in with the WIP Weekend asks, and if it's meant to be that, just send it again and I'll add sentences, but otherwise.... looking forward to those theories)

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OH BOY!

I'm gonna request you write some sentences for 👻

And could I please see a sentence from You're On Your Own Kid 🖤

And an equal amount of YOYOK as requested:

He supposes he could figure out more answers if he’s a little less careful, but sometimes his leg still aches so Steve avoids danger when he can. Learning about the strange creatures that inhabit the world proves to be one of the hardest things Steve’s ever done, because they don’t see to follow any of the things he knows about animals. Maybe they aren’t animals. An uncomfortable voice in the back of his mind suggests they could be people, people like him that have also gotten trapped. He tries to ignore that voice, but each day he watches the creatures in the distance, the louder it gets. But he stays human and normal and fine (besides the ache in his scars), so Steve decides he’s just being ridiculous. Or maybe it just hasn’t been long enough. “Goddamnit,” he swears in barely a whisper as he reels back from his hiding spot of the day. The monster in the distance pays him no mind. Rubbing at his eyes tiredly, Steve takes a moment to flop on the ground and rest. The dirt and rocks under his back aren’t super comfortable, but he’s getting used to it. And the voice is back.

Make me write!

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💀

He hopes and he learns and he builds a fortress around himself with anything he can find that doesn’t break the second he touches it. Eventually, Steve feels safe, almost comfortable even. He thinks he finally knows enough to keep himself alive until his luck renews and he gets to go home. If he gets to go home. Some days the meaner of the little voices in his head remind him that he might never go home again. Steve tries to ignore that one.

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👻

And more YOYOK for this one.

Some things are easy to figure out just from watching. Some things leave him with more questions than answers. But none of it kills him, so Steve remains hopeful.

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🍽

Done, have some YOYOK instead though.

Studying something he has no base knowledge of, Steve learns quickly, is a lot harder than it looks. And he has nothing to go on in terms of how mirror worlds work. Or maybe it’s like an alternate dimension? Or maybe those are the same thing. Steve has no clue, and it leaves him floundering just a little in the beginnings of his observations of the world around him.

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WIP weekend: you're on your own, kid! <3 <3 <3

1984 The weather in the mirrored world never changes, Steve comes to find out. Or at least, he doesn’t think it changes. It hasn’t so far. But he also has no way to know how long it’s been, if enough time’s passed to mark the change of seasons. All Steve really knows is that the darkness, the bright red lightning, and the cold seem constant.

Make me write!

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🍽

Done! Have YOYOK since that one is top secret <3

Weapon, check. Now if he can just come up with a plan, Steve thinks he might have a chance. It proves much easier said than done as he makes his way back down the stairs, voices from the other side still echoing through as he goes. This time Steve stops and listens.

Make me write!

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WIP weekend - you're on your own kid! <3 <3 <3

As he searches through familiar spaces, he worries that maybe his luck’s already run out. But then Steve finally finds what he’s been looking for. There’s a baseball bat, tucked far into the back of Tommy’s closet.

Make me write!

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Director’s Cut: on the inspiration behind You're On Your Own, Kid

That is purely the fault of @wingedquill and this discord conversation